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Mid-Holiday Huffs
It was winter, after Christmas and before New Years. The urban sprawl in the F.A.T district was in full swing with plus-sized people readying themselves for the parties that would come before next year. I, however, was just trying to get through town. My friend David said that he wanted to send a surprise late-Christmas gift to a friend of his on the coast of the island. He asked if I could play courier, stating that, “I know you love exploring around, Pate. Plus, the guy you'll be visiting is hella cool.” I couldn't deny that, but the city was quite busy and the commute may take a while.
“Man, the trolleys are madhouses this time of year”, I thought to myself as I stared up at the ceiling of the transport I was taking. I adjusted myself in the belly of a massive raccoon, who was kind enough to be my seat since the trolley seats were totally full. It helped me stay warm in this chilly weather. I lounged, fell asleep, and lost track of time. It took me around two hours to get to the northern coasts of the district. The present remained clutched by my side the whole time, it was a generic package that was the size of two cereal boxes stacked atop one another. We finally arrived at the stop closest to my destination. Luckily, the raccoon was getting off at the same stop. “Thanks again, big fella”, I tell him as he stood me on the sidewalk. The raccoon nodded and turned tail the other direction, off to whatever brought him up there.
Glancing down at the package, I double-check the address. “421 Misty Water Way…To Mr. Lyall Barclay. Huh”, I mumbled to myself. The stop was at a spot less than 20 meters from the icy ocean. I look out into the water, the things I could see were the moon and the light it casted on the waves, it was simply beautiful. The shoreline in the north had little sand and was lined more with jagged rocks. All the fun beaches were in the south-eastern parts of the district. I followed the street lamps and sidewalk that lined the road and tracks. Housed lined the land to my right. I keep going until I see land and structures on my left instead of the ocean. Just before the land started, there were docks with tugboats parked in it. The first building beside of the docks was a warehouse-type building that had a sign in front that said “Wulver Fishpacking” along with a logo of a canine in a yellow raincoat with a fishing pole. The warehouse lay dormant, no one was there.
Several yards down was an entirely different structure, a mansion! Well, maybe not quite a mansion, but it looked affluent and the home was large in size. I check the address again…this was the place. The walkway to the front was laid in cobblestone, but like in all walkways in the district, wide enough to be mistaken as a driveway. I make it up to the front double doors and give the werewolf shaped knocker a couple smacks. After a brief moment, a portly bull in a tuxedo answered the door. His lovehandles in that tux looked as thick as those polished horns of his. “Yes?”, he asked. “Oh, uh, I have a package for Lyall?” I told them, half-questioning if the man lived there, “it's a surprise gift that a friend of his wanted me to deliver personally.” The bull squinted his wrinkled eyes at me. “One moment, sir” he said as he closed the door on me. Thinking this may take a bit, I post up against a brick wall; minutes pass by. After a bit of waiting the bull opened the door wide and waved me inside.
The interior was quite nice. Solid wood furniture and floors, a vast, beautiful rug, a grand staircase, and an elegant chandelier were in the main lobby of the place. “Mr. Barclay is expecting you, he was resting until you came just now. Please head down the left hallway, his bedroom is at the end.” I nodded, thanked the bull, and headed to the left. As I went down the hallway, I could hear the bull mumble “Guh. My belt feels fit to blow.” I chuckled to myself and continued on past all the different rooms, each door to them having a golden plaque on it. There were rooms labeled: Board Room, Kitchen, Accountants’ offices, and study, just to name some. It seemed that the place was part home, part workplace. However, I could question that later, since I had come upon the end of the left hallway. There was a pair of tall, double doors labeled “Barclay” in the same plaque as the rest. Unsure of how to proceed, I knock on the door twice. “Come in”, I heard through the wooden doors.
My hand pushed the door just enough for a little crack of light to seep into the bedroom, which was pitch black almost. I peek in, trying to make any details about the bedroom out until I froze on three sources of light. A set of glowing, amber eyes with red irises were locked on me. It was unsettling. Not helping the scene was the third light, an artificial glow of a cellular device that barely showed whoever this person was, only showing part of their jaw. We stare at each other for a moment. “Oh, christ, uhh…”, the figure awkwardly said. They seemed to clap their paws together, which made the lights come on in the bedroom.
The bedroom could be described as a nice hotel room or master bedroom in a log cabin, pretty much all the furniture was made of sleek, polished wood. A few posters of some horror games I recognized were strewn about the walls along with a bunch of noise dampening panels. It was a very clean and sparse room. In the back center of it was what looked like a cross between a huge pillow or mattress and under it was…metal? It looked like some fancy new tech that was part of the floor. The occupant of the room sat atop this floor gadget and cushion.
This person was a size that could rival David, who himself could rival a semi-truck in girth. Unlike David, there wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that the man on the cushion couldn't stand. His tiny footpaws were almost completely absorbed into massive shapes of blubber that would be his thighs and calves. He was evidently wolf-like, with pointy ears, a modestly thick muzzle, and sharp claws. The wolf had two massive fangs that poked up from out of his bottom lip. The only article of clothing he wore was a pair of pajama pants, which accentuated the lower half of his body and covered up his fur. Speaking of, he was EXTREMELY fluffy with a thick coat of indigo fur of different shades and also an extra coat of black fur that made up the hair on his head, face, and body.
Those yellow eyes of his peered down at me and he tilted his head. “Do I know you?”, the wolf asked me with a very light Irish accent. “No, but I know someone you know and they wanted to give you this”, I say as I walk up the blob and hold up the package. “Can't reach, toss it here”, he said back. I complied, the package landed on his breast and he immediately began cutting it open with his claws. What he pulled out looked like a few pieces of horror movie merchandise, one thing being a bobblehead and another was a set of movies, an audible “awwwhh” emanating from his maw. He tore his eyes away from his gift to look at me again. “Thanks for bringing me these! Please do have a seat”, he told me and patted his belly. The wolf couldn't reach me so I kicked off my shoes and climbed up. I guessed his fur was so thick that me yanking on it didn't bother him as I went up the curvature of his middle. I rested next to him as he continued to inspect the items in the box.
“I'll need to thank him myself soon then, I love all of this. What's your name, little fella?”, the wolf asked me. “Pate. David and I are close. He was pretty eager for me to meet you”, I told him. “Well, I'm Lyall!”, the wolf said as he reached his plump paw over to shake hands. When I took it though, Lyall curled his whole arm around me and embraced me. There was. So. Much. FLOOF. It was like laying in a cloud, utterly mesmerizing. He rubbed his face against me with a satisfied grunt. The smell of bay rum was detectable in his fluff. “Are we comfy?”, Lyall cheekily asked me, only to receive me nodding as a response, “settle in then, I'll get us some appetizers.”
He picked up his phone and called someone. “Hey, Jeff. I've got a guest and I'm hungry. You know my usual…Oh! How's it coming along?...Great! See you in a bit”, he hung up. “Who-?”, I ask. “It's one of my chefs, one is up during the day, and the other at night. They both live here in fact. Jeffrey was writing a short story as I had called”, Lyall told me. We then had a back and forth about each other, mainly about our lives. He was an influencer who played a lot of horror games and watched horror media. He elaborated that that's how he and David met each other and they would sometimes do collaborations together. I explained how David and I met, just casually playing the game, and how I later met him in person. Lyall thought that last part was very cute. The wolf was occupied with his phone at the same time. However, the conversation wouldn't last too long as an opossum with two trays with domes came into the room.
The rodent had on an undone chef's coat and some sweatpants. They were a mildly chubby opossum, big enough to not see their toes but slim enough to move at a brisk pace. The chef was also tall enough to set the trays on Lyall's belly. “Do enjoy, you two~”, the rodent exclaimed as they then gave Lyall's middle a few scratches and headed back out the door. “Thanks, Jeff!”, Lyall shouted to the door. I went down to grab the trays. As I brought them up to the gargantuan canine, I lifted the domes off. One tray had a massive bowl of a vibrantly orange-colored soup, the other looked to be charcuterie! A fine arrangement of meats like pepperoni, salami, honey ham, and turkey laid on one side, on the other was an assortment of cheeses like colby, provolone, and white cheddar. Lyall scooped up the bowl and took out a big straw. “Lobster bisque is mine, that board is yours” Lyall explained. I looked up at him excitedly. I had all that board to myself, it definitely was enough to be considered a meal for someone of my size. We sat there in silence, simply digging into our food. Me being stuffed and surrounded by so much soft, warm fur was not improving my drowsiness. It had to have been midnight at this point. I couldn't help it, I passed out.
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Next thing I know, I was looking up at the ceiling, groggily. I tried to move, I couldn't. All I could feel is fur, not just the familiar floof of Lyall's coat. I looked down from my position and I saw …David! The humongous black bear was resting his face against my torso with his glasses and beanie off. Looking up, I saw Lyall, his snout rested on my left shoulder. I tried to move again, but as a response, both titanic creatures wrapped themselves around me more…guess I wasn't leaving for a while. I slept for another few hours before I felt the mass behind me wobble. Shifting my head up, I met eye-to-eye with Lyall again, who smiled wide. Lyall woke up David too, who sounded like he just came out of a drunken stupor. The three of us just laid there for a bit, trying to get the energy to start the day.
“Lyyyaalll, how did you even-”, I mumbled as I pointed at David. “I told him to come over…I think it was…3…when he showed up. His ratmate was with him”, Lyall slurred back. “Oh…okie”, I replied. David absently rubbed his big bear head against me and curled around me more. Giant teddies like him just don't want to wake up. “I had…two things we could do today; the three of us…*yawn* We'll talk about it later”, Lyall told us. “Yeeeaa”, David groaned. I scritched David's tiny ears, making him purr. It would be a long while before we disassembled from the cuddle pile we had going. Lyall ordered us a big meal for…breakfast? It turned out we slept until noon. But after that, we huddled in Lyall's room again and discussed what we'd do.
“So, again, I had two things in mind. My head butler's business had a lot of imperfect food and he decided to let me have it all. We can have a HUGE seafood feast and watch scary movies. The other thing was that there's going to be a blood moon out tonight, so maybe we can get a little…blown up”, Lyall explained. David kneaded own belly, “Hmmmm, I like both. Patey, how ‘bout you?”, the big bear asked me.
“Hmmmmm.”
Choose your ending!
Option #1: A Grand Feast (CW: lots of WG)
Option #2: Moonlight Bloating (CW: Lots of Inflation and Popping)
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#1
“Let's feast, I'm in a good mood for seafood”, I told them.
“Alright then, I'll have my helpers set up the dining room for us!”, Lyall said, anticipation present in his inflection. “Oooo oooo, are they gonna have shrimp cocktail?! I could kill for some! I haven't had it in a while!”, David inquired excitedly. “Brother, they'll have it all. Don't you worry now”, Lyall told David, “Let's find something to occupy us until then.” After a wee bit of back and forth, we had all settled on some fighting game, one that was meant to be very goofy rather than serious. It held us over for the few hours it needed to, but towards the end, both the mounds of blubber I sat between had their stomachs grumbling. They were hungry, big time.
As the game we had was starting to become stale, a man cracked open the door to the bedroom and rang a little bell, it was the bull butler from earlier. “Hope you boys are hungry! We got a spread for you all!”, the bull hollered from across the room. “Whelp, time to go!”, David shouted and immediately tried to spring up on his little bear legs, only for him to almost lose his balance and fall. I laughed a little as I went to climb down, only for Lyall to stop me. “Don't jump, watch this”, he whispered and pulled an object out of his left moob, it was a remote of some sort and he immediately pressed a red button.
Within seconds, we were lifted off the ground and began moving forward. Perplexed, I looked over the side of one of the wolf's lovehandles and saw the gadget in the floor was hovering us off the floor. It now looked like something you'd see in old sci-fi media, just a metal square that flew with little beams of energy spouting out of each corner. We moved along the same pace as David waddled, side by side, which showed how wide the hallway really was.
“Hey, big dog, was that bull your head butler?”, I asked Lyall. “Oh yeah, he is. He's been amazing, I genuinely don't know what I would've done without him, especially when Dad…went”, he told me. I hushed up and continued to listen intently. “He and my Dad were very close, basically partners. When Dad and Mum were busy, he'd always look after me when I was young. Even after all this time and the fortune of my family's business now being his, he still takes care of me”, he further explained before looking at me. “He's so loyal that he might as well be family. Question though, what do you think your dad would've been like if he was still around?”, I questioned. “Considering all the nice stuff he did and charity work he put in, a bigger marshmallow than me. But more importantly, he would be having the time of his life”, he replied. “I pretty sure he already is, seeing you enjoying your life now, doing what you've always wanted to do”, I told him. The emotions on his face were something between contentedness and somber, like he was reminiscing. “I'm thankful…for my butlers, my father, and all the wonderful people I've met, you two included”, he said as he smiled at me. I wrapped my arms around him all I could and had a gentle embrace with the huge wolf. Meanwhile, David was trying not to sob whilst hearing us and trying to keep up. “Huggie”, David whimpered and reached his arms out to Lyall, who met his embrace. I was left outside the hug, so I slipped down the canine's hide and looked a little further. It was probably best to let them have their moment.
Along one of the walls was an archway leading to a brightly-lit room. In the distance, I could hear people, a bunch of them, seemingly on the other side of the building a ways away. I stood right in-front of the room. The dining room was as nice as the rest of the manor was, this time complimented with velvet curtains, a checkered floor instead of hardwood, a long table, and another chandelier. Above the entrance was a TV, spanning the width of the arch. Atop the table was a spread of pretty much every seafood dish I could think of, from battered cod to oysters to whole roasted salmon, just to name a few things. A feline with a chef's outfit with an apron setting a few more dishes as they noticed me. I just waved shyly and the cat, who I believed to be Lyall's second chef, nodded and excused themself from the room. I turned around to join the two blobs, but I was met with a face-full of bear gut. David’s eyes looked upon that spread with such gluttony that I was surprised he wasn't salivating.
We didn't waste any time digging in. Each of the two giants sat on the wider sides of the table on piles of pillows while I took the furthest end away from the entrance. Lyall had a remote for the TV and put on some Christmas-themed horror movies, ranging in quality. David was going hog on everything immediately in range of his greedy paws, no finger food was safe from him. Lyall took it rather slow, actually making an effort to fill a plate and bowl and use utensils. Me? I got a good helping of lemongrass tilapia and carb salad and I was pretty well satisfied.
As the movies went on, so did the two behemoths with their immense appetites. The bear homphed down pawfull after pawfull, each gulp met with a resounding gurgle from his middle as it spread. The wolf ditched the china and went in with a fork and the tips of his claws. It felt like every couple minutes I'd watch the movies, they'd both had grown a bit by the time I look back. Noticeably, David had swelled up faster than Lyall, being as ravenous as he was. Relentless self-stuffing was occasionally broken up by the blobs taking swigs from two-liters of soda, David had grape and Lyall had ginger ale. Belches, gurgles, groans, grumbles, all the sounds one could imagine from embiggening blobs filled the room.
As their bodies sagged more and more with the weight of their gains, their speed did as well, more for David than Lyall. The bear was tuckered out, he had tripled his starting weight. His legs were lost to the void of his rolls and his arms were not too far behind them. Tired, he laid down on his back with a thick, heavy slosh. The fall back may his body make a series of glurps and groans before he let out a mighty “*BRRROOOOOORRRRPPP*.” Lyall paused on his stack of tuna salad sandwiches and whilsted, impressed. Lyall was much bigger too, maybe double what he was. I go over to David and use piece of his shirt that was shredded mid-binge to wipe his face of grime and stains. “Fffanksh”, David said through his supremely doughy cheeks. I gave them a little smush before climbing up the bear’s belly to sit at its peak. The slight divot of his belly button and the overhang going down maybe a nice spot to dangle my legs down like I was on the edge of a wall.
Nighttime came and the two blobs had slipped into their respective food comas, sprawled out on the floor. I pondered what to do to the two friends in the other room. Fidgeting with my hoodie, I remember suddenly that I have leftover weight potion squirrelled away in a secret pocket, I pulled it out. The liquid in the vial glowed dimly in the red light. I smirked to myself and whispered, “Cheers, to a Happy New Year.” I snuck back into the dining room, ready to make sure all three of us had a goodnight's sleep for the inevitable partying the next day.
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#2
“Blown up? Hmmm, sounds interesting.”
“Alright then, we've got a bit of waiting around to do still. Say, Pate, could you do me a favor and find something for me?”, Lyall asked. “What is it exactly?”, I replied. “A ring with a red crystal in it, big enough to fit this paw”, Lyall answered whilst holding up David's paw, “it's in my father's room.” He handed me a key that looked really old. “Okie, gimme a bit, you two”, I said as I went back into the vast hallways of the manor. I made my back through the hallway to where I was let in from, the main lobby. The halls had people in them now, many of them were in suits or tuxedos and all ranged in sizes. I felt totally out of place. Upon coming into the lobby, I went right up the staircase cause it felt logical that a bedroom be up there.
The hall up there was quieter, and a bit dustier. There was only three doors, ones that were marked “study”, “lavatory”, and “John C. Barclay”. I obviously went with the named one and unlocked it. The bedroom looked not so different from Lyall's, if one replaced the posters with paintings. I was focused on them, taking in their beauty, until I got to two that were in a set. There was a man in one, a human man, looking off the left of the image with a weak smile and he wore a velvet red tuxedo. In the other was a grizzly-looking wolf, doing the same pose in the same outfit. Yep, definitely his dad…then I noticed the urn hitting just below the paintings on a desk. I could put two and two together, which pained me a bit.
I kept looking around the rook until I saw a ring-looking thing that was propped up on a ruby-colored stand. Taking it, this mission of mine felt illegal, because this ring looked priceless and it was too big for me to even wrap my hand around. All I could do to hide it was stick it up my hoodie, which I did and went all the way back to Lyall's room. “Oh, thank God. If you haven't already figured it out, we're technically not supposed to be doing this…but I think you lot would have fun and I think we can get away with it. Lyall would then explain that the windows are very thick and that the noise dampening panels would mask any sound that he and David would make being so inflated. But after that, we waited and waited more, playing games and eating some nice sub sandwiches the kitchen made for us. Nighttime did eventually come around.
“Are we ready?”, Lyall asked us. “Yep.” “Yuuup.”, me and David responded. He then pulled a lever which made all the curtains on the windows swing open. The blood red light of the moon flooded the bedroom and the ring on David's finger glowed…but that was all that happened initially. A few minutes passed… until David, “Something feels funny.” That was when a little *pssshh* sound was audible. The two blobs immediately started bloating. “Huohua, that feels, kinda goooood”, David said as he mellowed out. “Ooooh yeah, how about you, Pate”, Lyall asked. I was already being squashed by two growing bellies. “Hmphh, yup, pretty good, getting some nice smushing”, I tried to say through lightening belly fluff. They swole fast, very fast, too fast. Groaning and creaking noises made themselves known very quickly.
“Guys, y'all are getting real huge!”, I shouted. “I know! I *hurf* didn't think it'd grow us this quickly…it's getting kind of worrying. *urp*” Lyall shouted back. David didn't say anything, but instead belched a bunch. Despite Lyall's worry, the swelling didn't stop. Soon, I couldn't see the walls of the room on my 3 o'clock or 9, just black fur and darkness. Being smashed against two now blimped up furs was definitely an experience. I could hear every little creak, groan, or gurgle their bodies made as they stretched bigger and bigger and bigger! It wasn't before long the croaking, leathery sounds duplicated, my guess was that they were pushing against all the furniture and objects in the room. Lyall had joined David in belching up a storm.
Minutes passed, and the growth was slowing to a crawl. The creaks and groans were deeper in pitch and more menacing. The burps that the two blimps were making were broken up by a few moans or exhales, despite them being too big, they still definitely enjoyed it. Suddenly, I could hear glass shatter through their hollowing hides, the pressure they were exuding shattered them. So much for those “thick” windows. I could audibly hear Lyall say, “*Ourrp* Ough, Franc-*urrrp*-is is gonna kill m-*eeerrrrpp*.” Their hides getting very, very taught at this point, the sounds again to someone leaning back in a leather chair, but slow and SUPER pitched down. Little spurts of air started to sprout out of the overloaded hides around me. Their stomachs sounded like they were working overtime to keep themselves together with the amount of rumbling they were making. The lazy belches had graduated into desperate ones, trying to alleviate pressure so that the bodies could grow more. However, it was clear that the twin explosions were imminent.
A few more minutes of desperate stretching passed. A rising rumbling noise kept getting louder and louder till it was near-deafening. The croaks became loud enough to signal that the balloons were ready to blow. David, who was a mess of belches the whole time, gave a triumphant yell/belch that could only be understood as, “MMMMOOOOOORRRRRUUUUUUUUPPPPPP!” Lyall hollered something that was mix of a belch and a howl, “AAARRRRRWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPP!”. The following noises were made after that:
*crrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKK-
*rrrrRRRRrrrrrrRRrrrrRRRRRRRUUUMMMMMMMMBBLE*
*squirk*
*trrrreemmmblle*
*wa-BOOOOOOMMM*
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I was flung two or three feet up, the force of the double explosions keeping me in the same spot. I was fine, but I was more concerned about my buddies. There was confetti in the form of scraps of hide fluttering about the room, but the two blobs were just laying down on the floor, seemingly untouched other than that they were nude now. “What am I gonna do with you boys?”, I heard a voice call from the door, it was the bull butler from yesterday. Lyall's head zipped up and he said, “Francis! I thought it wouldn't hurt anything I-.” “It's fine, sir, but just know we'll have to replace the windows…the cost of preparing that feast I offered would cover it. Fair deal?”, the bull asked Lyall. “Fair enough, sorry”, the wolf replied.
Francis walked up to me and leaned forward to better match my height. “Sir, would you and your bear friend please come back later? We've got a bit of cleanup to do. I'm not upset, I'm sure Mr. Barclay does enjoy your company, but we need to get this room in order”, the bull told me. I nodded and went over to wish Lyall a goodbye at least. “Big dog, is he *actually* mad at you?”, I asked first. “Nope, he's very matter-of-fact. Do you both have to go?”, he asked back. “Yea”, I told him. “Well, promise me you'll come back some more, I'll have more for us to do”, he said as he pulled me down to lock eyes, smushed nose to nose. “Of course, bud!”, I somewhat sheepishly told him. “Okie”, he simply replied and gave me a nuzzle on the cheek, “safe travels.” With that, I went get David on his feet again and take him home. I'll be sure to come back, that wolf was a wonderful host.
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Spookistag31!Mid-Holiday Huffs
It was winter, after Christmas and before New Years. The urban sprawl in the F.A.T district was in full swing with plus-sized people readying themselves for the parties that would come before next year. I, however, was just trying to get through town. My friend David said that he wanted to send a surprise late-Christmas gift to a friend of his on the coast of the island. He asked if I could play courier, stating that, “I know you love exploring around, Pate. Plus, the guy you'll be visiting is hella cool.” I couldn't deny that, but the city was quite busy and the commute may take a while.
“Man, the trolleys are madhouses this time of year”, I thought to myself as I stared up at the ceiling of the transport I was taking. I adjusted myself in the belly of a massive raccoon, who was kind enough to be my seat since the trolley seats were totally full. It helped me stay warm in this chilly weather. I lounged, fell asleep, and lost track of time. It took me around two hours to get to the northern coasts of the district. The present remained clutched by my side the whole time, it was a generic package that was the size of two cereal boxes stacked atop one another. We finally arrived at the stop closest to my destination. Luckily, the raccoon was getting off at the same stop. “Thanks again, big fella”, I tell him as he stood me on the sidewalk. The raccoon nodded and turned tail the other direction, off to whatever brought him up there.
Glancing down at the package, I double-check the address. “421 Misty Water Way…To Mr. Lyall Barclay. Huh”, I mumbled to myself. The stop was at a spot less than 20 meters from the icy ocean. I look out into the water, the things I could see were the moon and the light it casted on the waves, it was simply beautiful. The shoreline in the north had little sand and was lined more with jagged rocks. All the fun beaches were in the south-eastern parts of the district. I followed the street lamps and sidewalk that lined the road and tracks. Housed lined the land to my right. I keep going until I see land and structures on my left instead of the ocean. Just before the land started, there were docks with tugboats parked in it. The first building beside of the docks was a warehouse-type building that had a sign in front that said “Wulver Fishpacking” along with a logo of a canine in a yellow raincoat with a fishing pole. The warehouse lay dormant, no one was there.
Several yards down was an entirely different structure, a mansion! Well, maybe not quite a mansion, but it looked affluent and the home was large in size. I check the address again…this was the place. The walkway to the front was laid in cobblestone, but like in all walkways in the district, wide enough to be mistaken as a driveway. I make it up to the front double doors and give the werewolf shaped knocker a couple smacks. After a brief moment, a portly bull in a tuxedo answered the door. His lovehandles in that tux looked as thick as those polished horns of his. “Yes?”, he asked. “Oh, uh, I have a package for Lyall?” I told them, half-questioning if the man lived there, “it's a surprise gift that a friend of his wanted me to deliver personally.” The bull squinted his wrinkled eyes at me. “One moment, sir” he said as he closed the door on me. Thinking this may take a bit, I post up against a brick wall; minutes pass by. After a bit of waiting the bull opened the door wide and waved me inside.
The interior was quite nice. Solid wood furniture and floors, a vast, beautiful rug, a grand staircase, and an elegant chandelier were in the main lobby of the place. “Mr. Barclay is expecting you, he was resting until you came just now. Please head down the left hallway, his bedroom is at the end.” I nodded, thanked the bull, and headed to the left. As I went down the hallway, I could hear the bull mumble “Guh. My belt feels fit to blow.” I chuckled to myself and continued on past all the different rooms, each door to them having a golden plaque on it. There were rooms labeled: Board Room, Kitchen, Accountants’ offices, and study, just to name some. It seemed that the place was part home, part workplace. However, I could question that later, since I had come upon the end of the left hallway. There was a pair of tall, double doors labeled “Barclay” in the same plaque as the rest. Unsure of how to proceed, I knock on the door twice. “Come in”, I heard through the wooden doors.
My hand pushed the door just enough for a little crack of light to seep into the bedroom, which was pitch black almost. I peek in, trying to make any details about the bedroom out until I froze on three sources of light. A set of glowing, amber eyes with red irises were locked on me. It was unsettling. Not helping the scene was the third light, an artificial glow of a cellular device that barely showed whoever this person was, only showing part of their jaw. We stare at each other for a moment. “Oh, christ, uhh…”, the figure awkwardly said. They seemed to clap their paws together, which made the lights come on in the bedroom.
The bedroom could be described as a nice hotel room or master bedroom in a log cabin, pretty much all the furniture was made of sleek, polished wood. A few posters of some horror games I recognized were strewn about the walls along with a bunch of noise dampening panels. It was a very clean and sparse room. In the back center of it was what looked like a cross between a huge pillow or mattress and under it was…metal? It looked like some fancy new tech that was part of the floor. The occupant of the room sat atop this floor gadget and cushion.
This person was a size that could rival David, who himself could rival a semi-truck in girth. Unlike David, there wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that the man on the cushion couldn't stand. His tiny footpaws were almost completely absorbed into massive shapes of blubber that would be his thighs and calves. He was evidently wolf-like, with pointy ears, a modestly thick muzzle, and sharp claws. The wolf had two massive fangs that poked up from out of his bottom lip. The only article of clothing he wore was a pair of pajama pants, which accentuated the lower half of his body and covered up his fur. Speaking of, he was EXTREMELY fluffy with a thick coat of indigo fur of different shades and also an extra coat of black fur that made up the hair on his head, face, and body.
Those yellow eyes of his peered down at me and he tilted his head. “Do I know you?”, the wolf asked me with a very light Irish accent. “No, but I know someone you know and they wanted to give you this”, I say as I walk up the blob and hold up the package. “Can't reach, toss it here”, he said back. I complied, the package landed on his breast and he immediately began cutting it open with his claws. What he pulled out looked like a few pieces of horror movie merchandise, one thing being a bobblehead and another was a set of movies, an audible “awwwhh” emanating from his maw. He tore his eyes away from his gift to look at me again. “Thanks for bringing me these! Please do have a seat”, he told me and patted his belly. The wolf couldn't reach me so I kicked off my shoes and climbed up. I guessed his fur was so thick that me yanking on it didn't bother him as I went up the curvature of his middle. I rested next to him as he continued to inspect the items in the box.
“I'll need to thank him myself soon then, I love all of this. What's your name, little fella?”, the wolf asked me. “Pate. David and I are close. He was pretty eager for me to meet you”, I told him. “Well, I'm Lyall!”, the wolf said as he reached his plump paw over to shake hands. When I took it though, Lyall curled his whole arm around me and embraced me. There was. So. Much. FLOOF. It was like laying in a cloud, utterly mesmerizing. He rubbed his face against me with a satisfied grunt. The smell of bay rum was detectable in his fluff. “Are we comfy?”, Lyall cheekily asked me, only to receive me nodding as a response, “settle in then, I'll get us some appetizers.”
He picked up his phone and called someone. “Hey, Jeff. I've got a guest and I'm hungry. You know my usual…Oh! How's it coming along?...Great! See you in a bit”, he hung up. “Who-?”, I ask. “It's one of my chefs, one is up during the day, and the other at night. They both live here in fact. Jeffrey was writing a short story as I had called”, Lyall told me. We then had a back and forth about each other, mainly about our lives. He was an influencer who played a lot of horror games and watched horror media. He elaborated that that's how he and David met each other and they would sometimes do collaborations together. I explained how David and I met, just casually playing the game, and how I later met him in person. Lyall thought that last part was very cute. The wolf was occupied with his phone at the same time. However, the conversation wouldn't last too long as an opossum with two trays with domes came into the room.
The rodent had on an undone chef's coat and some sweatpants. They were a mildly chubby opossum, big enough to not see their toes but slim enough to move at a brisk pace. The chef was also tall enough to set the trays on Lyall's belly. “Do enjoy, you two~”, the rodent exclaimed as they then gave Lyall's middle a few scratches and headed back out the door. “Thanks, Jeff!”, Lyall shouted to the door. I went down to grab the trays. As I brought them up to the gargantuan canine, I lifted the domes off. One tray had a massive bowl of a vibrantly orange-colored soup, the other looked to be charcuterie! A fine arrangement of meats like pepperoni, salami, honey ham, and turkey laid on one side, on the other was an assortment of cheeses like colby, provolone, and white cheddar. Lyall scooped up the bowl and took out a big straw. “Lobster bisque is mine, that board is yours” Lyall explained. I looked up at him excitedly. I had all that board to myself, it definitely was enough to be considered a meal for someone of my size. We sat there in silence, simply digging into our food. Me being stuffed and surrounded by so much soft, warm fur was not improving my drowsiness. It had to have been midnight at this point. I couldn't help it, I passed out.
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Next thing I know, I was looking up at the ceiling, groggily. I tried to move, I couldn't. All I could feel is fur, not just the familiar floof of Lyall's coat. I looked down from my position and I saw …David! The humongous black bear was resting his face against my torso with his glasses and beanie off. Looking up, I saw Lyall, his snout rested on my left shoulder. I tried to move again, but as a response, both titanic creatures wrapped themselves around me more…guess I wasn't leaving for a while. I slept for another few hours before I felt the mass behind me wobble. Shifting my head up, I met eye-to-eye with Lyall again, who smiled wide. Lyall woke up David too, who sounded like he just came out of a drunken stupor. The three of us just laid there for a bit, trying to get the energy to start the day.
“Lyyyaalll, how did you even-”, I mumbled as I pointed at David. “I told him to come over…I think it was…3…when he showed up. His ratmate was with him”, Lyall slurred back. “Oh…okie”, I replied. David absently rubbed his big bear head against me and curled around me more. Giant teddies like him just don't want to wake up. “I had…two things we could do today; the three of us…*yawn* We'll talk about it later”, Lyall told us. “Yeeeaa”, David groaned. I scritched David's tiny ears, making him purr. It would be a long while before we disassembled from the cuddle pile we had going. Lyall ordered us a big meal for…breakfast? It turned out we slept until noon. But after that, we huddled in Lyall's room again and discussed what we'd do.
“So, again, I had two things in mind. My head butler's business had a lot of imperfect food and he decided to let me have it all. We can have a HUGE seafood feast and watch scary movies. The other thing was that there's going to be a blood moon out tonight, so maybe we can get a little…blown up”, Lyall explained. David kneaded own belly, “Hmmmm, I like both. Patey, how ‘bout you?”, the big bear asked me.
“Hmmmmm.”
Choose your ending!
Option #1: A Grand Feast (CW: lots of WG)
Option #2: Moonlight Bloating (CW: Lots of Inflation and Popping)
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#1
“Let's feast, I'm in a good mood for seafood”, I told them.
“Alright then, I'll have my helpers set up the dining room for us!”, Lyall said, anticipation present in his inflection. “Oooo oooo, are they gonna have shrimp cocktail?! I could kill for some! I haven't had it in a while!”, David inquired excitedly. “Brother, they'll have it all. Don't you worry now”, Lyall told David, “Let's find something to occupy us until then.” After a wee bit of back and forth, we had all settled on some fighting game, one that was meant to be very goofy rather than serious. It held us over for the few hours it needed to, but towards the end, both the mounds of blubber I sat between had their stomachs grumbling. They were hungry, big time.
As the game we had was starting to become stale, a man cracked open the door to the bedroom and rang a little bell, it was the bull butler from earlier. “Hope you boys are hungry! We got a spread for you all!”, the bull hollered from across the room. “Whelp, time to go!”, David shouted and immediately tried to spring up on his little bear legs, only for him to almost lose his balance and fall. I laughed a little as I went to climb down, only for Lyall to stop me. “Don't jump, watch this”, he whispered and pulled an object out of his left moob, it was a remote of some sort and he immediately pressed a red button.
Within seconds, we were lifted off the ground and began moving forward. Perplexed, I looked over the side of one of the wolf's lovehandles and saw the gadget in the floor was hovering us off the floor. It now looked like something you'd see in old sci-fi media, just a metal square that flew with little beams of energy spouting out of each corner. We moved along the same pace as David waddled, side by side, which showed how wide the hallway really was.
“Hey, big dog, was that bull your head butler?”, I asked Lyall. “Oh yeah, he is. He's been amazing, I genuinely don't know what I would've done without him, especially when Dad…went”, he told me. I hushed up and continued to listen intently. “He and my Dad were very close, basically partners. When Dad and Mum were busy, he'd always look after me when I was young. Even after all this time and the fortune of my family's business now being his, he still takes care of me”, he further explained before looking at me. “He's so loyal that he might as well be family. Question though, what do you think your dad would've been like if he was still around?”, I questioned. “Considering all the nice stuff he did and charity work he put in, a bigger marshmallow than me. But more importantly, he would be having the time of his life”, he replied. “I pretty sure he already is, seeing you enjoying your life now, doing what you've always wanted to do”, I told him. The emotions on his face were something between contentedness and somber, like he was reminiscing. “I'm thankful…for my butlers, my father, and all the wonderful people I've met, you two included”, he said as he smiled at me. I wrapped my arms around him all I could and had a gentle embrace with the huge wolf. Meanwhile, David was trying not to sob whilst hearing us and trying to keep up. “Huggie”, David whimpered and reached his arms out to Lyall, who met his embrace. I was left outside the hug, so I slipped down the canine's hide and looked a little further. It was probably best to let them have their moment.
Along one of the walls was an archway leading to a brightly-lit room. In the distance, I could hear people, a bunch of them, seemingly on the other side of the building a ways away. I stood right in-front of the room. The dining room was as nice as the rest of the manor was, this time complimented with velvet curtains, a checkered floor instead of hardwood, a long table, and another chandelier. Above the entrance was a TV, spanning the width of the arch. Atop the table was a spread of pretty much every seafood dish I could think of, from battered cod to oysters to whole roasted salmon, just to name a few things. A feline with a chef's outfit with an apron setting a few more dishes as they noticed me. I just waved shyly and the cat, who I believed to be Lyall's second chef, nodded and excused themself from the room. I turned around to join the two blobs, but I was met with a face-full of bear gut. David’s eyes looked upon that spread with such gluttony that I was surprised he wasn't salivating.
We didn't waste any time digging in. Each of the two giants sat on the wider sides of the table on piles of pillows while I took the furthest end away from the entrance. Lyall had a remote for the TV and put on some Christmas-themed horror movies, ranging in quality. David was going hog on everything immediately in range of his greedy paws, no finger food was safe from him. Lyall took it rather slow, actually making an effort to fill a plate and bowl and use utensils. Me? I got a good helping of lemongrass tilapia and carb salad and I was pretty well satisfied.
As the movies went on, so did the two behemoths with their immense appetites. The bear homphed down pawfull after pawfull, each gulp met with a resounding gurgle from his middle as it spread. The wolf ditched the china and went in with a fork and the tips of his claws. It felt like every couple minutes I'd watch the movies, they'd both had grown a bit by the time I look back. Noticeably, David had swelled up faster than Lyall, being as ravenous as he was. Relentless self-stuffing was occasionally broken up by the blobs taking swigs from two-liters of soda, David had grape and Lyall had ginger ale. Belches, gurgles, groans, grumbles, all the sounds one could imagine from embiggening blobs filled the room.
As their bodies sagged more and more with the weight of their gains, their speed did as well, more for David than Lyall. The bear was tuckered out, he had tripled his starting weight. His legs were lost to the void of his rolls and his arms were not too far behind them. Tired, he laid down on his back with a thick, heavy slosh. The fall back may his body make a series of glurps and groans before he let out a mighty “*BRRROOOOOORRRRPPP*.” Lyall paused on his stack of tuna salad sandwiches and whilsted, impressed. Lyall was much bigger too, maybe double what he was. I go over to David and use piece of his shirt that was shredded mid-binge to wipe his face of grime and stains. “Fffanksh”, David said through his supremely doughy cheeks. I gave them a little smush before climbing up the bear’s belly to sit at its peak. The slight divot of his belly button and the overhang going down maybe a nice spot to dangle my legs down like I was on the edge of a wall.
Nighttime came and the two blobs had slipped into their respective food comas, sprawled out on the floor. I pondered what to do to the two friends in the other room. Fidgeting with my hoodie, I remember suddenly that I have leftover weight potion squirrelled away in a secret pocket, I pulled it out. The liquid in the vial glowed dimly in the red light. I smirked to myself and whispered, “Cheers, to a Happy New Year.” I snuck back into the dining room, ready to make sure all three of us had a goodnight's sleep for the inevitable partying the next day.
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#2
“Blown up? Hmmm, sounds interesting.”
“Alright then, we've got a bit of waiting around to do still. Say, Pate, could you do me a favor and find something for me?”, Lyall asked. “What is it exactly?”, I replied. “A ring with a red crystal in it, big enough to fit this paw”, Lyall answered whilst holding up David's paw, “it's in my father's room.” He handed me a key that looked really old. “Okie, gimme a bit, you two”, I said as I went back into the vast hallways of the manor. I made my back through the hallway to where I was let in from, the main lobby. The halls had people in them now, many of them were in suits or tuxedos and all ranged in sizes. I felt totally out of place. Upon coming into the lobby, I went right up the staircase cause it felt logical that a bedroom be up there.
The hall up there was quieter, and a bit dustier. There was only three doors, ones that were marked “study”, “lavatory”, and “John C. Barclay”. I obviously went with the named one and unlocked it. The bedroom looked not so different from Lyall's, if one replaced the posters with paintings. I was focused on them, taking in their beauty, until I got to two that were in a set. There was a man in one, a human man, looking off the left of the image with a weak smile and he wore a velvet red tuxedo. In the other was a grizzly-looking wolf, doing the same pose in the same outfit. Yep, definitely his dad…then I noticed the urn hitting just below the paintings on a desk. I could put two and two together, which pained me a bit.
I kept looking around the rook until I saw a ring-looking thing that was propped up on a ruby-colored stand. Taking it, this mission of mine felt illegal, because this ring looked priceless and it was too big for me to even wrap my hand around. All I could do to hide it was stick it up my hoodie, which I did and went all the way back to Lyall's room. “Oh, thank God. If you haven't already figured it out, we're technically not supposed to be doing this…but I think you lot would have fun and I think we can get away with it. Lyall would then explain that the windows are very thick and that the noise dampening panels would mask any sound that he and David would make being so inflated. But after that, we waited and waited more, playing games and eating some nice sub sandwiches the kitchen made for us. Nighttime did eventually come around.
“Are we ready?”, Lyall asked us. “Yep.” “Yuuup.”, me and David responded. He then pulled a lever which made all the curtains on the windows swing open. The blood red light of the moon flooded the bedroom and the ring on David's finger glowed…but that was all that happened initially. A few minutes passed… until David, “Something feels funny.” That was when a little *pssshh* sound was audible. The two blobs immediately started bloating. “Huohua, that feels, kinda goooood”, David said as he mellowed out. “Ooooh yeah, how about you, Pate”, Lyall asked. I was already being squashed by two growing bellies. “Hmphh, yup, pretty good, getting some nice smushing”, I tried to say through lightening belly fluff. They swole fast, very fast, too fast. Groaning and creaking noises made themselves known very quickly.
“Guys, y'all are getting real huge!”, I shouted. “I know! I *hurf* didn't think it'd grow us this quickly…it's getting kind of worrying. *urp*” Lyall shouted back. David didn't say anything, but instead belched a bunch. Despite Lyall's worry, the swelling didn't stop. Soon, I couldn't see the walls of the room on my 3 o'clock or 9, just black fur and darkness. Being smashed against two now blimped up furs was definitely an experience. I could hear every little creak, groan, or gurgle their bodies made as they stretched bigger and bigger and bigger! It wasn't before long the croaking, leathery sounds duplicated, my guess was that they were pushing against all the furniture and objects in the room. Lyall had joined David in belching up a storm.
Minutes passed, and the growth was slowing to a crawl. The creaks and groans were deeper in pitch and more menacing. The burps that the two blimps were making were broken up by a few moans or exhales, despite them being too big, they still definitely enjoyed it. Suddenly, I could hear glass shatter through their hollowing hides, the pressure they were exuding shattered them. So much for those “thick” windows. I could audibly hear Lyall say, “*Ourrp* Ough, Franc-*urrrp*-is is gonna kill m-*eeerrrrpp*.” Their hides getting very, very taught at this point, the sounds again to someone leaning back in a leather chair, but slow and SUPER pitched down. Little spurts of air started to sprout out of the overloaded hides around me. Their stomachs sounded like they were working overtime to keep themselves together with the amount of rumbling they were making. The lazy belches had graduated into desperate ones, trying to alleviate pressure so that the bodies could grow more. However, it was clear that the twin explosions were imminent.
A few more minutes of desperate stretching passed. A rising rumbling noise kept getting louder and louder till it was near-deafening. The croaks became loud enough to signal that the balloons were ready to blow. David, who was a mess of belches the whole time, gave a triumphant yell/belch that could only be understood as, “MMMMOOOOOORRRRRUUUUUUUUPPPPPP!” Lyall hollered something that was mix of a belch and a howl, “AAARRRRRWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPP!”. The following noises were made after that:
*crrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKK-
*rrrrRRRRrrrrrrRRrrrrRRRRRRRUUUMMMMMMMMBBLE*
*squirk*
*trrrreemmmblle*
*wa-BOOOOOOMMM*
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I was flung two or three feet up, the force of the double explosions keeping me in the same spot. I was fine, but I was more concerned about my buddies. There was confetti in the form of scraps of hide fluttering about the room, but the two blobs were just laying down on the floor, seemingly untouched other than that they were nude now. “What am I gonna do with you boys?”, I heard a voice call from the door, it was the bull butler from yesterday. Lyall's head zipped up and he said, “Francis! I thought it wouldn't hurt anything I-.” “It's fine, sir, but just know we'll have to replace the windows…the cost of preparing that feast I offered would cover it. Fair deal?”, the bull asked Lyall. “Fair enough, sorry”, the wolf replied.
Francis walked up to me and leaned forward to better match my height. “Sir, would you and your bear friend please come back later? We've got a bit of cleanup to do. I'm not upset, I'm sure Mr. Barclay does enjoy your company, but we need to get this room in order”, the bull told me. I nodded and went over to wish Lyall a goodbye at least. “Big dog, is he *actually* mad at you?”, I asked first. “Nope, he's very matter-of-fact. Do you both have to go?”, he asked back. “Yea”, I told him. “Well, promise me you'll come back some more, I'll have more for us to do”, he said as he pulled me down to lock eyes, smushed nose to nose. “Of course, bud!”, I somewhat sheepishly told him. “Okie”, he simply replied and gave me a nuzzle on the cheek, “safe travels.” With that, I went get David on his feet again and take him home. I'll be sure to come back, that wolf was a wonderful host.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
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