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Zataan and Theo's "Bigger is Better" Growth Drive - Round 1
No joke, it's a new Growth Drive for April! You guys seem to really like these, so here we go again! Cheshire cats Theo and Zataan want to put on a show, and you know the old saying, 'Go big or go home!' This time there's gonna be two victi- er, volunteers, with one gaining only muscle and the other gaining only fat, so no need to worry about your peanut butter mixing with anyone's chocolate, or vice-versa! Let's see who'll be bigger, eh?
Due to their nature, it is very rare to find Cheshires unoccupied. They almost always have some plan in mind, some diversion to keep them occupied. However, there are times when the unthinkable happens, and a Cheshire cat finds himself… bored. And when a Cheshire gets bored, nothing good ever comes of it.
When two Cheshires are bored, untold millions are about to have a very bad day.
Wonderland, as any learned person knows, is not simply one realm, but the same realm mass-produced, over and over again, depending on the whims of the collective imagination of existence. There is a mob of mad hatters, a mass of march hares, a quartet of Queens of Hearts, and yes, an absolute crowd of Cheshire cats, some with more… palpable and tangible interests than others. Generally, the various Wonderlands try to keep their peas and carrots separated, but sometimes, even in Wonderland, there is a desire to see something new.
Therefore, it should’ve come as no surprise to Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, Chancellor to Alice the White Queen, when one of his counterparts, a cat covered in swirling purple and pink stripes, literally popped in on him in the labyrinthian corridors of the Queen’s castle.
Theo’s sea-green fur and zig-zagged stripes remained unruffled as the other cat apparated before him; what little surprise he allowed himself to show was the briefest of flashes across his opalescent eyes and a slight twitch of his white goatee. His ever present smile didn’t budge an inch. “Why, Mr. C. A pleasure, as always,” he bowed floridly.
The large purple and pink Cheshire was quick to take Theo’s hand, shaking vigorously as he winked with his good eye. “Yes, well, things have gotten terribly dull in my neck of the woods, so I thought I’d see what schemes you’ve been cooking up.”
The two Cheshires had a relationship much like a looping roller coaster; they had their highs, their lows, and everything else in between was a wild, rushing blur brought on by adrenaline and a touch of fear, and sometimes everything was upside down. They did have some common ground, though, which is more than could be said for other Cheshires. Both were tall, with broad-shouldered, strapping builds. While Theo was decidedly more antiquated, dressed in a blue frock coat, vest, and cravat straight out of an age where steam power was the hottest new trend, Zataan, in his trademark tuxedo, did share a love for fine clothes and a certain air of sophistication beneath the madness.
Theo’s smile widened. “Running a kingdom where rules change every hour on the hour does keep one busy, Mr. C. I’m afraid I haven’t had much time for mischief.”
“Oh, but you’ve had enough time for your… peculiar hobby, yes?” Zataan canted his head to two guards standing at attention at the end of the hallway. In much too small uniforms, they were absolute mountains of bulging muscle, with chests jutting out a good foot from their faces, arms like cannons, and legs thicker and harder than the columns holding the whole place up; and to think, a few weeks ago they had been scrawny, wiry recruits half the size of either Cheshire.
“Well, one must keep the mind sharp somehow,” Theo said with aplomb. “If my meager artistry can give one pause, that’s good enough for me.”
Zataan nodded, stroking his chin as he looked them over. “They are very good… though I’m pretty sure the one on the right has a pec that’s a little lopsided…”
The purple Cheshire was forcibly turned back to face Theo by a single clawed finger, the sea green cat’s smile taking on new, vaguely threatening dimensions as his eye twitched. “You are mistaken, Mr. C. It’s not lopsided. At all.”
Zataan shrugged, smiling serenely. “If you say so, you are the expert, I suppose. Though, when was the last time you really got to sink your teeth into a really big project? I mean, there was your little tiff with Brock…”
“Mr. Goldstein and I have long since buried the hatchet, there.”
“Of course, of course… I’m merely suggesting that you haven’t really done all that much since… well, that one hybrid.”
Theo stroked his goatee. “Ah, yes, Mr. De Fleureaux… a project, if I remember correctly, you were only too happy to interfere in, Mr. C.”
“Well, these things happen Theo…” His eyes shifted as he thought for a moment, and then snapped his fingers. “Say, now… what if I make it up to you? I’ll let you have at one of mine…”
Theo’s brow arched. “Oh? And what meager scrap do you to plan to throw my way, Mr. C?”
“One Conner Coon, perhaps?”
“Hm…” Theo tapped his foot, his tail spiralling into a coil that he then used as a seat. “The portly procyon? The idea has some merit…”
“And of course, if you’re going to play with one of my toys, it’s only fair I should play with one of yours…” Zataan likewise used his tail as an impromptu cushion.
“You want Mr. De Fleureaux, Mr. C.”
The purple cheshire tapped his nose. “Mind like a steel trap, Theo.”
Theo tutted for a moment, producing a cup of tea seemingly out of nowhere, while also assuring Zataan had one too. “Admittedly, Mr. De Fleureaux has started getting comfortable with his current form, and that does make things a touch dull… still, this is like letting Banksy have a go at a Botticelli.”
“Anything we do to them will be temporary… not that we’ll tell them that.” Zataan winked, sipping at his tea.
Theo nodded. “We will, of course, have to convince them first to go along with it.”
“Oh, please. That’s the easy part, isn’t it?”
Theo rocked back a bit on his tail, pondering. “Hm… very well, Mr. C, you’ve convinced me. We’ll make a game out of it. No stakes?”
“No stakes-- just a friendly competition between Cheshires.” Zataan jutted out his hand. “Are we agreed?”
The sea green Cheshire mused for a second more before accepting, shaking Zataan’s hand firmly. “It’s set, then. Shall we inform our contestants of their good fortune?”
“I think that’s only fair, Theo.” The other Cheshire grinned before dissipating.
Renard was just finishing from drying off; it had been a long workout, but he was satisfied with it. Ever since his run-in with Cheshires, the lolf was a veritable mountain of muscle, with arms and legs like steel girders, a back wide enough to give him a wing-span, and a sheer plateau of muscle for a chest you could bounce a quarter off of. As he wrapped a large towel firmly around his waist, fur slick from his shower and highlighting the bulging muscle all along his frame, he noticed a strange, crystal bottle filled with purple liquid. A tag had the words “Drink Me” written out in a fanciful, curling script. Rolling his eyes, Renard stuck his head out the bathroom.
“Zoe! Did you leave this here as a joke, or something?” he shouted. When his girlfriend didn’t answer, he turned around, only to let out a very undignified scream for a person of his physical statue as he was now face to grinning face with Zataan.
“What are you doing in my bathroom?” Renard shouted.
“Oh, can’t an old pal just drop in? I even brought you a drink.” Zataan proffered the crystal bottle.
“Get that swill away from me!” Renard pushed it back, shoving his chest against Zataan. “I don’t need to sprout wings, or-or get so buff I can’t walk.”
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” Zataan smiled innocently.
Renard stared, mouth agape. “You’re kidding, right? You did EXACTLY that!”
“Oh, come on, Renard, you can’t live in the past… in fact, this will make it easier to move around.” He raised the bottle, shaking it like a dinner bell.
“Oh? How?” Renard asked, crossing his arms over his chest, resulting in tensed biceps mashing into swollen pecs.
“It’ll slim you down, just a bit.”
“What’s a ‘bit’? And what else is going to happen to me?” Renard asked.
Zataan feigned offense. “You wound me, Renard! I only came here to do you a favor,” he said, patting down the lolf’s bulging pec.
Renard stroked his chin. “What do you get out of this?”
“I just want to play a game with you.”
The lolf was not impressed. “That sounds terribly ominous.”
“You know, I keep getting that,” Zataan grinned. “Oh well, I tried! I’ll just be on my way.”
Before Renard could speak, the Cheshire disappeared in a puff of smoke. The lolf shook his head, and lumbered out of the bathroom. “I need to get a security system for this place, I swear…” he grumbled. He grabbed his protein shake, waiting for him at the end of the counter. He guzzled it down in one gulp, but immediately felt funny afterwards… it was only then he saw the “Drink Me!” tag at the bottom of the glass.
“Oh, fuck me…” Renard immediately began to swoon, his vision growing dark. “Not again…”
Conner was sitting at his desk, putting the finishing touches on a personal project. The increasingly rotund raccoon was having trouble fitting into his chair, but he didn’t mind all that much… it made Ko happy, at any rate. His belly was nice and round, filling a good part of his lap, and even his cheeks had filled out more, to the point where Ko swore it made him look twice as cute. In fact, he was beginning to grow used to it. It felt comfortable to him, at that size. Maybe he could even grow bigger? It was a thought…
It was as if his computer had read his thoughts, because as he clicked through a few random online pages, a singular ad caught his attention, for bulking supplements. A rather smartly-dressed cat was on the banner, and the phrase “Click here for free sample!” lined the bottom. He knew he shouldn’t, what with online ads being what they are, but he was too curious not to check it out… as soon as he clicked, a fuse must’ve blown or something, because first his screen went black, and then the lights, too. Peering into the dark and desperately trying to restart his computer, he hardly noticed how much easier it was to move around in his chair all of a sudden...
When the lights came back on, Conner yelped, falling out of his chair. Everything was different, now; his room was gone entirely, and he was standing on a vast stage, illuminated only by two spot lights.
“Wh-what? Where am I?!” Conner demanded of no one, and shouted as he looked down; his belly was gone, all of it, all the weight he had put on over the years had evaporated into nothing. “What happened to me?”
A long, green tail immediately wrapped itself around Conner, yanking him close to a tall, broad-shouldered cat, his wide smile leering down at the raccoon. “Well, my dear Mr. Coon, you didn’t expect me to start with all that extra fluff, did you? You wanted to bulk up, I need a fresh canvas to start!”
With wide, panicked eyes, Conner looked all over the theater, where he spotted his own Cheshire of mystery, Zataan, with his arm firmly wrapped around a thin, tawny-furred fellow who seemed awfully familiar… “W-who are you? What’d you do to me?!”
Theo smiled his widest yet. “Oh, fret not, Mr. Coon, it’s all in good fun! Trust us. I am Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, and of course you know my acquaintance over there, Mr. C.”
Conner gulped. “Y-you mean Zataan? Wait-- wait, is that Renard? What’re you two going to do to us?”
As Zataan walked Renard closer, the two Cheshires smiled at each other. Theo cleared his throat. “My dear Mr. Coon, and dearest Mr. De Fleureaux, we are delighted to announce that you’ve won…”
Zataan nodded, and picked up the speech. “Yes, out of so many lucky candidates, we chose you two to play our new game… Bigger is Better! I hope, for your sake, Renard,” he winked, elbowing the lolf in the gut, “that you brought a change of clothes… we both can’t wait to show you both your, ah, expanding roles!”
A- Cooking Challenge
B- Quiz Show
C- Scavenger Hunt
GROWTH DRIVE RULES
-Two characters will be growing for the drive. CONNER the raccoon will gain ONLY MUSCLE, while RENARD the lolf will gain ONLY FAT.
- As with most Growth Drives, things will start out slow, but ramp up as time goes on and donations increase. For now $1 = 1 lb.
- To donate, follow this link to the Google Docs Form: http://goo.gl/forms/C0dRnPPujt
Your donation can go to one character or the other, or be split between the two however you like.
- Once you fill out the form, you will be directed to a Paypal link where you can then finalize your donation. Be sure you submit the donation in USD WHOLE DOLLAR AMOUNTS ONLY, please.
- The top donor for every round will be contacted the next day and be offered a FREE CAMEO in the following round's picture and story. If you are contacted, please respond with the needed references or descriptions of your character within 36 hours or your cameo will have to be forfeit.
- The top donor for the entire Growth Drive will also be contacted at its conclusion, and be offered a FREE PICTURE AND STORY COMMISSION COMBO of their character with either Renard and Conner, or Theo and Zataan at whatever size/shape they prefer!
- Don't have the funds to donate? No worries! As with prior Growth Drives, you can still FREE-VOTE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION on how the story goes by choosing Conner and Renard's next challenge. The choice with the most votes wins, of course.
- There are also DONATION GOALPOSTS that, if met, will unlock fun extras for the Growth Drive, such as cameos, side-story interviews, and even new outfits! The first donation goal is $100.
- Donations and voting for Round One end Sunday, April 3rd, 11:59 PM. Donations sent after this time will be submitted for the following round.
- As always, thanks for your support!
Art, Conner, and Zataan by Yours Truly
Story, Renard, and Theo provided by 
Renard_DeFleureax
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Renard_DeFleureaxDue to their nature, it is very rare to find Cheshires unoccupied. They almost always have some plan in mind, some diversion to keep them occupied. However, there are times when the unthinkable happens, and a Cheshire cat finds himself… bored. And when a Cheshire gets bored, nothing good ever comes of it.
When two Cheshires are bored, untold millions are about to have a very bad day.
Wonderland, as any learned person knows, is not simply one realm, but the same realm mass-produced, over and over again, depending on the whims of the collective imagination of existence. There is a mob of mad hatters, a mass of march hares, a quartet of Queens of Hearts, and yes, an absolute crowd of Cheshire cats, some with more… palpable and tangible interests than others. Generally, the various Wonderlands try to keep their peas and carrots separated, but sometimes, even in Wonderland, there is a desire to see something new.
Therefore, it should’ve come as no surprise to Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, Chancellor to Alice the White Queen, when one of his counterparts, a cat covered in swirling purple and pink stripes, literally popped in on him in the labyrinthian corridors of the Queen’s castle.
Theo’s sea-green fur and zig-zagged stripes remained unruffled as the other cat apparated before him; what little surprise he allowed himself to show was the briefest of flashes across his opalescent eyes and a slight twitch of his white goatee. His ever present smile didn’t budge an inch. “Why, Mr. C. A pleasure, as always,” he bowed floridly.
The large purple and pink Cheshire was quick to take Theo’s hand, shaking vigorously as he winked with his good eye. “Yes, well, things have gotten terribly dull in my neck of the woods, so I thought I’d see what schemes you’ve been cooking up.”
The two Cheshires had a relationship much like a looping roller coaster; they had their highs, their lows, and everything else in between was a wild, rushing blur brought on by adrenaline and a touch of fear, and sometimes everything was upside down. They did have some common ground, though, which is more than could be said for other Cheshires. Both were tall, with broad-shouldered, strapping builds. While Theo was decidedly more antiquated, dressed in a blue frock coat, vest, and cravat straight out of an age where steam power was the hottest new trend, Zataan, in his trademark tuxedo, did share a love for fine clothes and a certain air of sophistication beneath the madness.
Theo’s smile widened. “Running a kingdom where rules change every hour on the hour does keep one busy, Mr. C. I’m afraid I haven’t had much time for mischief.”
“Oh, but you’ve had enough time for your… peculiar hobby, yes?” Zataan canted his head to two guards standing at attention at the end of the hallway. In much too small uniforms, they were absolute mountains of bulging muscle, with chests jutting out a good foot from their faces, arms like cannons, and legs thicker and harder than the columns holding the whole place up; and to think, a few weeks ago they had been scrawny, wiry recruits half the size of either Cheshire.
“Well, one must keep the mind sharp somehow,” Theo said with aplomb. “If my meager artistry can give one pause, that’s good enough for me.”
Zataan nodded, stroking his chin as he looked them over. “They are very good… though I’m pretty sure the one on the right has a pec that’s a little lopsided…”
The purple Cheshire was forcibly turned back to face Theo by a single clawed finger, the sea green cat’s smile taking on new, vaguely threatening dimensions as his eye twitched. “You are mistaken, Mr. C. It’s not lopsided. At all.”
Zataan shrugged, smiling serenely. “If you say so, you are the expert, I suppose. Though, when was the last time you really got to sink your teeth into a really big project? I mean, there was your little tiff with Brock…”
“Mr. Goldstein and I have long since buried the hatchet, there.”
“Of course, of course… I’m merely suggesting that you haven’t really done all that much since… well, that one hybrid.”
Theo stroked his goatee. “Ah, yes, Mr. De Fleureaux… a project, if I remember correctly, you were only too happy to interfere in, Mr. C.”
“Well, these things happen Theo…” His eyes shifted as he thought for a moment, and then snapped his fingers. “Say, now… what if I make it up to you? I’ll let you have at one of mine…”
Theo’s brow arched. “Oh? And what meager scrap do you to plan to throw my way, Mr. C?”
“One Conner Coon, perhaps?”
“Hm…” Theo tapped his foot, his tail spiralling into a coil that he then used as a seat. “The portly procyon? The idea has some merit…”
“And of course, if you’re going to play with one of my toys, it’s only fair I should play with one of yours…” Zataan likewise used his tail as an impromptu cushion.
“You want Mr. De Fleureaux, Mr. C.”
The purple cheshire tapped his nose. “Mind like a steel trap, Theo.”
Theo tutted for a moment, producing a cup of tea seemingly out of nowhere, while also assuring Zataan had one too. “Admittedly, Mr. De Fleureaux has started getting comfortable with his current form, and that does make things a touch dull… still, this is like letting Banksy have a go at a Botticelli.”
“Anything we do to them will be temporary… not that we’ll tell them that.” Zataan winked, sipping at his tea.
Theo nodded. “We will, of course, have to convince them first to go along with it.”
“Oh, please. That’s the easy part, isn’t it?”
Theo rocked back a bit on his tail, pondering. “Hm… very well, Mr. C, you’ve convinced me. We’ll make a game out of it. No stakes?”
“No stakes-- just a friendly competition between Cheshires.” Zataan jutted out his hand. “Are we agreed?”
The sea green Cheshire mused for a second more before accepting, shaking Zataan’s hand firmly. “It’s set, then. Shall we inform our contestants of their good fortune?”
“I think that’s only fair, Theo.” The other Cheshire grinned before dissipating.
Renard was just finishing from drying off; it had been a long workout, but he was satisfied with it. Ever since his run-in with Cheshires, the lolf was a veritable mountain of muscle, with arms and legs like steel girders, a back wide enough to give him a wing-span, and a sheer plateau of muscle for a chest you could bounce a quarter off of. As he wrapped a large towel firmly around his waist, fur slick from his shower and highlighting the bulging muscle all along his frame, he noticed a strange, crystal bottle filled with purple liquid. A tag had the words “Drink Me” written out in a fanciful, curling script. Rolling his eyes, Renard stuck his head out the bathroom.
“Zoe! Did you leave this here as a joke, or something?” he shouted. When his girlfriend didn’t answer, he turned around, only to let out a very undignified scream for a person of his physical statue as he was now face to grinning face with Zataan.
“What are you doing in my bathroom?” Renard shouted.
“Oh, can’t an old pal just drop in? I even brought you a drink.” Zataan proffered the crystal bottle.
“Get that swill away from me!” Renard pushed it back, shoving his chest against Zataan. “I don’t need to sprout wings, or-or get so buff I can’t walk.”
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” Zataan smiled innocently.
Renard stared, mouth agape. “You’re kidding, right? You did EXACTLY that!”
“Oh, come on, Renard, you can’t live in the past… in fact, this will make it easier to move around.” He raised the bottle, shaking it like a dinner bell.
“Oh? How?” Renard asked, crossing his arms over his chest, resulting in tensed biceps mashing into swollen pecs.
“It’ll slim you down, just a bit.”
“What’s a ‘bit’? And what else is going to happen to me?” Renard asked.
Zataan feigned offense. “You wound me, Renard! I only came here to do you a favor,” he said, patting down the lolf’s bulging pec.
Renard stroked his chin. “What do you get out of this?”
“I just want to play a game with you.”
The lolf was not impressed. “That sounds terribly ominous.”
“You know, I keep getting that,” Zataan grinned. “Oh well, I tried! I’ll just be on my way.”
Before Renard could speak, the Cheshire disappeared in a puff of smoke. The lolf shook his head, and lumbered out of the bathroom. “I need to get a security system for this place, I swear…” he grumbled. He grabbed his protein shake, waiting for him at the end of the counter. He guzzled it down in one gulp, but immediately felt funny afterwards… it was only then he saw the “Drink Me!” tag at the bottom of the glass.
“Oh, fuck me…” Renard immediately began to swoon, his vision growing dark. “Not again…”
Conner was sitting at his desk, putting the finishing touches on a personal project. The increasingly rotund raccoon was having trouble fitting into his chair, but he didn’t mind all that much… it made Ko happy, at any rate. His belly was nice and round, filling a good part of his lap, and even his cheeks had filled out more, to the point where Ko swore it made him look twice as cute. In fact, he was beginning to grow used to it. It felt comfortable to him, at that size. Maybe he could even grow bigger? It was a thought…
It was as if his computer had read his thoughts, because as he clicked through a few random online pages, a singular ad caught his attention, for bulking supplements. A rather smartly-dressed cat was on the banner, and the phrase “Click here for free sample!” lined the bottom. He knew he shouldn’t, what with online ads being what they are, but he was too curious not to check it out… as soon as he clicked, a fuse must’ve blown or something, because first his screen went black, and then the lights, too. Peering into the dark and desperately trying to restart his computer, he hardly noticed how much easier it was to move around in his chair all of a sudden...
When the lights came back on, Conner yelped, falling out of his chair. Everything was different, now; his room was gone entirely, and he was standing on a vast stage, illuminated only by two spot lights.
“Wh-what? Where am I?!” Conner demanded of no one, and shouted as he looked down; his belly was gone, all of it, all the weight he had put on over the years had evaporated into nothing. “What happened to me?”
A long, green tail immediately wrapped itself around Conner, yanking him close to a tall, broad-shouldered cat, his wide smile leering down at the raccoon. “Well, my dear Mr. Coon, you didn’t expect me to start with all that extra fluff, did you? You wanted to bulk up, I need a fresh canvas to start!”
With wide, panicked eyes, Conner looked all over the theater, where he spotted his own Cheshire of mystery, Zataan, with his arm firmly wrapped around a thin, tawny-furred fellow who seemed awfully familiar… “W-who are you? What’d you do to me?!”
Theo smiled his widest yet. “Oh, fret not, Mr. Coon, it’s all in good fun! Trust us. I am Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, and of course you know my acquaintance over there, Mr. C.”
Conner gulped. “Y-you mean Zataan? Wait-- wait, is that Renard? What’re you two going to do to us?”
As Zataan walked Renard closer, the two Cheshires smiled at each other. Theo cleared his throat. “My dear Mr. Coon, and dearest Mr. De Fleureaux, we are delighted to announce that you’ve won…”
Zataan nodded, and picked up the speech. “Yes, out of so many lucky candidates, we chose you two to play our new game… Bigger is Better! I hope, for your sake, Renard,” he winked, elbowing the lolf in the gut, “that you brought a change of clothes… we both can’t wait to show you both your, ah, expanding roles!”
What challenge awaits our hapless (and woefully skinny) contestants first?A- Cooking Challenge
B- Quiz Show
C- Scavenger Hunt
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 980 x 700px
File Size 456.7 kB
Oh fucking hell. Now all we need to do is get 
Lunostophiles involved as well and we can officially write off this particular space/time continuum.
Lunostophiles involved as well and we can officially write off this particular space/time continuum. 
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