Hdalby33 got a commission from me about his two characters, Callum and Theo!

So Callum's planning a great big adventure. Theo has other plans. Don't worry, they involve Callum and the phrases 'great' and 'big'.

EDIT: Just noticed I misspelled 'Misadventures'. Oops!

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Misadventures of Adiposity
By Tyrex Kyuris

Everyone has an arch-enemy. This is not necessarily an epic designation; for a small child, it may be a high shelf atop which the cookie jar sits. And while there are enemies for everyone, there certainly is always someone or something at the top of that list.
If you were to ask Theo Clouss what or whom his arch-enemy was, you couldn’t always be sure of the answer. After all the answer might be a wardrobe ruining stuffing that would leave you wobbling and waddling as the clouded leopard chuckled and kneaded your newfound flab. Were he in the mood to answer with words, you could rest assured that he would be lying.
But Theo knew his enemies quite well. Static electricity turning him into a puffball, heavy rain turning him into a sponge, stuff getting stuck to his well manicured paws, that one time he had actually fallen for the red dot… but his arch-enemy was detested above all the rest and he was face to face with his nemesis today.
Boredom. It came around like a bad habit, and like always, it came to visit usually around a day or two after Theo decided to try ‘behaving’ for awhile.
He had been ‘good’ for an almost record breaking time now. Just minding his own business, reading up on some spells, avoiding the urge to hunt someone down and turn them into a lard-laden blimp for his amusement and comfort. But then he realized that it had snuck up on him and this book, this day, and in fact everything was… boring. It just wasn’t very fair of ennui to ambush him so, but now he had to fight it.
There were a few subjects whom Theo always found to be a relief from this nemesis of his. His all time favorite was a pleasantly plumped scaly baker by the name of Callum. While he made the fattening somewhat softened by the blow of the doughy baker already having a bit of a head-start on him in the gut department, well… he was easy and didn’t report Theo to the authorities.
He grabbed his coat in the event rain tried to sneak up on him and stepped out into the warm autumn air. Ah, fall. The leaves hadn’t turned yet, but it was only a matter of time. Until they, like the future belly of his dear dragon friend, would cover the ground.
Theo paused at the sight of the flipped sign in front of the bakery. Closed. Oh dear, it would have to be a house call. He grinned at the thought before pulling his coat tightly around himself and slinking into the back alleys.

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Callum adjusted the scarf around his neck, trying to decide if it should be part of his ensemble. It was a lovely soft blue piece, but it sort of clashed with the vibrant red of his tunic, and happened to be a similar enough color to his underbelly scutes to give him the appearance of a double chin, which… at the moment, at least, he did not have. After a successful flab extraction, he was readying himself for another adventure, and he had decided that he didn’t want to limit himself strictly to places without narrow doorways. He had even geared up and splurged on the outfit. A bright red padded tunic adorned his chest, covered with an enchanted steel breastplate and a classic single pauldron over his right arm; once he finished buckling it on, all the weight from the metal seemed to just disappear. He buckled up his dark maroon shorts, tucking them into leather boots that rose up to his knees, and like any smart tailor for furs knew, were fastened over the tail with a thick strap rather than around the waist with a button. His trusty axe and pan were lying by the door, and while he was supposed to be on the road already, the scarf had somehow gotten him hung up.
A knock at the door was just the distraction he needed. He pulled it open haphazardly, still fiddling with his scarf until he looked up into the amber piercing eyes of a clouded Clouss at the door. The leopard crossed one arm and propped his paw on his chin with a bemused grin. “What on earth am I looking at, Renier? Did you get so massive you imploded in on yourself?”
“Oh… Theo…” Callum backed away slowly.
“You know, that red shirt looks a little loose…”
“It’s supposed to!” Callum interrupted Theo hastily.
“Hrm… well you know, just because it’s how an outfit is ‘supposed to’ look doesn’t mean that’s the best look for it.” There was a glint in Theo’s eyes as he stepped forward, his tail raising socially and waving ever so slightly behind him. “What’s the occasion, Callum?”
“Are you actually asking or are you just…” Callum hesitated. Theo sat down in a chair and watched him calmly while spinning a small ball of magical energy in an idle hand. “I’m getting ready to go on an adventure, Theo. I got rid of my extra pudge, I’ve been practicing with the axe…”
“The baker’s turned to an adventurer? Somehow I thought no matter what profession you chose you’d always be in the dough, dear durg…” Theo purred calmly, going over possible ways to surprise the gray dragon with a sudden attack in his mind. “But you seem to be lacking at the moment.”
“Theo, please not today.” Said Callum. Theo hesitated. In all his previous dealings with the durg, he had gotten all sorts of reactions and had all sorts of fun, but Callum had never said anything close to a ‘no’ to him before. It made him sit up in his chair. “I worked hard getting ready for this adventure, and I put a lot of time and money into this… is there some way we can re-schedule?” He flinched as Theo’s ears flattened and the leopard’s eyes narrowed.
“Well…” Theo regained his composure before a smile began to spread across his face. “Come to think of it… you know what, perhaps we can call this just a… sizing visit.” He stepped forward and prodded at Callum’s waistline. “Ooh, dangerously lean. I disapprove…” He looked up with poisoned honey in his eyes. “But I suppose I can reschedule. A raccoon I passed in the alleyways on the way here made a rude remark my way and he deserves my attention more than you do today.” He ran a single fingerpad up to rest gently underneath Callum’s chin. “I’m just here for the ‘before’ pic today, dear Callum. You can go on your silly little adventure…. Not that it’ll help.” He turned for the door, walking away with smug flicks of his fluffy tail. “Have a… very fulfilling adventure, Mr. Renier.”
“Wait!” Said Callum. “Um… should I take the scarf or no?” Theo turned and looked Callum up and down.
“Does the maker of that scarf also make clothes for men?” He grinned and watched Callum fiddle with the scarf before pulling it off.
Of course the scarf looked fine, but the goal was to frazzle the dragon and the way he messed with the scarf indicated a very frazzled dragon. His original plan has just been to stuff and relax but the adventure had given Theo a wonderful idea; one that would stay his boredom for much, much longer than just an afternoon. He would follow this hapless adventurer on his journey, from a safe distance. And possibly stack the deck against him just a bit for the sake of entertaining himself.

Callum fidgeted with his collar with one hand while the other gripped the handle of his axe. He had taken to resting it on his pauldron for quick access in the event he was ambushed, but it was a quiet day. But not quiet for much longer! The baker grinned as a green shape began to loom out of the forest in front of him. Not a hill… but a man-made structure. An old moss covered structure came into focus; a stone tower of sorts and from the look, it had not crumbled in on itself and the doors were still intact. Whatever was inside was still inside, treasure and all.
Callum chuckled to himself and looked around for a way to enter this bastion. Though the windows were high up, he didn’t have anything weighing him down at the moment to deter climbing up, using the rough stone for grip. But many of these windows had bars over them. All this security… it reeked of treasure. And fortune favored the brave; one of the windows had been more exposed to the southern sea’s breeze than the rest, and rust had claimed the bars.
A good bash from a blunt instrument, say a stout frying pan, crumbled them inwards and Callum wriggled through. Just open the door from the inside once he was in!
Callum landed with a thud after coming through the window and immediately heard a rough growl. He looked up to see two pairs of dark green eyes bearing into his own before something obscured his eyes and his arms were being tied firmly behind his back. It smelled… canine in here and he felt furry paws shoving him around and pulling his weapons away before a blow from his own trusty pan turned the muffled vision into stars, which faded away into nothing.

When Callum opened his eyes, he was alone, in a very old bed somewhere within the stone tower. A bit of leaf-tinted afternoon light flitted in through the bars of his window and he had been disarmed. All he had was his clothes and as he sat up, he felt a funny jolt run up his spine, like someone was watching him. He stood up and tested the door. To his surprise, it opened without a hitch, but what it revealed was not so encouraging.
A small circular room, with five doors on the walls. Callum was emerging from one of the doors, but four options wasn’t exactly helpful. He stretched weakly, his head still dizzy, before trying the door on his immediate right.
He pushed the door open and shuddered at the sight of a chafing dish. Right next to it on the table was his frying pan. And if he ran into the same fuzzy jerks who bound him up and tossed him up here, a weapon might be useful.
Callum stepped forward towards the table. His heart was pounding, though he wasn’t sure why. It was just a chafing dish, after all. Why his heart was pounding the way it was… he curled his fingers around the handle of the pan and started to lift it up.
The lid of the chafing dish exploded off, smashing into the ceiling. Callum jumped at the sight but then his eyes lowered to the writing mass resting on the dish itself. It looked like an octopus but the smell of saltwater taffy hit his nose. The creature started slinking across the table towards him. Callum lifted the pan and slammed it down on the bulbous mass of the creature’s main body. A skull cracker, to be sure… but what even is the skull on a creature made of sugar and molasses? Then again, as the tentacles of the sweet monster wrapped around the edges of the frying pan and latched onto Callum’s arm… did octopusses even have skulls? He tried to shake it off but suction cups made of taffy seemed to be just as tenacious as the real ones. Wait, how was octopus pluralized? Dammit this was not the time!
He slammed the taffy cephalopod into the wall as firmly as he could but it just kept crawling up towards his head. The creature lashed out and wrapped its tentacles around the dragon’s jaws, prying them open and beginning to cram its body inside. The taste of raspberry taffy was kind of lost at the speed and ferocity of the creature squeezing down his throat.
Callum collapsed onto his rear as the octopus began to pour into his belly. There was a lot of it. In a panicked attempt to spare his nice red shirt, he began to undo the buttons on the front and reveal his stomach, already rounded and growing as taffy piled up inside. The monster was not slowing down, his stomach was already beginning to resemble a basketball being inflated. Callum struggled, trying to unbuckle the straps around his breastplate in fear that undoing the buttons on the front wouldn’t be enough, but the last of the tentacles swirled down his throat and his stomach heaved and sagged, swollen and spherical. He had saved his top. Oooof… the octopus was wriggling around in there, trying to settle before it dissolved in his stomach. He picked up his pan. It had betrayed him; why couldn’t it have been something sharp to cut that taffy monster in half?
Callum sighed and rubbed his belly, feeling his scaly fingertips slide over the rough blue scutes that plated his misdection. Who was he kidding if he cut it in half it probably would have become two octopus monsters. Octopi?
Octopuses, that was it. Callum let out a fruity salt-tinged belch and pulled himself to his feet. Oh, crap. Probably should have kept that in if he didn’t want those two from earlier attacking him again… nope, no footsteps.
He rubbed his stomach. This wasn’t exactly unfamiliar or unwieldy considering usually the baker was at least four feet across. In fact, this felt more normal to him than slenderness did, but it did mean that his odds of squeezing out the same window he had wriggled through were down to zero. He looked around and contemplated his next move.

“This is all been just fantastic work, you two.” Theo counted out several more coins and handed them to two gruff looking wolves, who nodded briefly and scurried off. He turned to a snowy owl who looked quite bored in his pale brown robes despite holding a hefty pouch of Theo’s money. “I told you, I’ll pay for any damages caused and I won’t pupnap your little boy toy minions, cute as they are when they try not to wag their tails for me.” He grinned with a cheeky smile. “Go on, get out of here, go roost somewhere I’ll clean up my mess when I’m done with my dear durg friend.” Finally, the avian wizard relented and vanished in a puff of magic while Theo reclined in his best roosting chair and watched the mirror. Though he would have had an easy time simply admiring his reflection, the glass reflected a view of his favorite squishy scaly toy instead as he leaned against the table, nursing his taffy packed tummy. “Oooh, you should go ahead and take off the rest of that shirt for me, Mr. Renier.” Theo summoned a bowl of popcorn and tossed a kernel into his mouth. “We both know it’s doomed as long as it stays attached to that belly.”
The clouded leopard took a great satisfaction in watching Callum stagger back into the center room of the tower and try to decide which door to attempt next. He definitely had to get a tower like this for himself sometime. And some minions. Minions were lots of fun. Those two wolfies hadn’t been as irritating as he usually found the species to be. Perhaps when this was all over with… Theo perked up and popped his daydream as he saw Callum step into a new room. Ooh, fun. The water room.
All that taffy had to leave his dear friend quite thirsty, and there was a jug of crystal clear water sitting in front of the poor sap, looking ice cold with beads of condensation running down the side. Callum licked his lips and whined slightly at the sight of it. Ooh, this was fun. Theo never got to see Callum struggle with temptation since he always didn’t quite offer the doughball a choice. Finally he relented and picked up the jug, pouring a hefty gulp down his throat.
It was just delicious water in an jug enchanted to keep it perfectly cold. The water wasn’t the trap, but it was incredible to watch him nervously play with the jug. He just failed to notice the droplet on the side that wasn’t behaving like condensation should, sliding down the jug and collecting in a ring on the table. Instead it was sliding up Callum’s arm, on top of the red cloth of his shirt. But it was so tiny… Theo couldn’t even really see it, but he knew it was there. The little droplet crawled up and managed to slip in the corner of Callum’s mouth as he took another gulp of the water. The dragon didn’t notice, wiping his mouth afterwards and setting down the jug, before returning to the hallway. The droplet would soon activate when it bonded with the water and taffy in the dragon’s belly.
But Callum wouldn’t have time to notice that. One of the wolf minions was in the center room, brandishing the dragon’s own axe with a monstrous howl. Theo giggled. Callum probably wouldn’t jump and scramble the way he did if he had seen that same wolf in his reading glasses, but he made a pretty convincing bloodthirsty brigand as he charged the dragon and chased him into a new room. Callum threw his weight into the door behind him and the wolf shoved into it several times before giving his most menacing growl at the door and sitting down outside it, checking his claws for chips or damage.
Callum clutched his heaving chest and wriggled uneasily as he took stock of the new room. It had been loaded down with sweets of amazing variety, and every single one was designed to strike him right in the willpower. His favorite pastries, chocolate eclairs, were strewn about the room on delicate serviettes, just begging him to bite in and indulge in their flaky buttery pastry and vanilla custard interior. Thick slabs of brownie loaded with caramel and toasted almonds cried out to him. A luscious red velvet cake slathered decadently in cream cheese frosting demanded his attention.
The droplet of medicine finally kicked in and Callum’s stomach let out an incredibly loud roar. Theo could have sworn it actually sounded like the phrase ‘feed me’. Not to worry, though. Even though Callum looked like he might actually try to resist the siren’s call of the food, the axe smashing down the door heralded the arrival of the two minions. He turned in panic and tried to raise his pan to defend himself but was pounced on by a ‘ferocious’ wolf and tackled to the ground. They both started chuckling.
“That was dumb, locking yourself in a room with no way out.” One of them chuckled as Callum wriggled, trying to throw his canine captor off while his belly still grumbled loudly.
“He sounds hungry!” Said one wolf atop Callum, poking at his swollen stomach.
“Well let’s fix that.” The other canine set down the axe and picked up an eclair instead. “Boss man wants him huge.”
“Boss man?” Callum tried to ask but was interrupted by pastry being pushed his his mouth. Theo grumbled. They weren’t supposed to mention that they had orders at all. But they were doing a marvelous job shoving pastries and sweets into Callum’s mouth and rubbing his engorged belly as it began to swell even larger with the pressure of sweets building up. The droplet’s secondary effect began to kick in as the food bubbled away, seeping through the drake’s body, digesting almost instantly and padding his body with flab.
As the wolves shoved the sweets down, Callum’s belly didn’t get that much larger, but the rest of him certainly did; while the clothes had initially been baggy, they immediately drew tight and began to show signs of straining. His precious chestplate began to groan and balk under his growing chest. He couldn’t see it yet, but Theo knew a pair of supple moobs was swelling underneath, stretching out the straps. The first strap snapped and Callum suddenly groaned as the weight of the breastplate returned, sinking on his chest. The wolves seemed to take notice and pulled the metal free, allowing Callum’s chest to sag up and out in the air.
“Wow tubby, you need to lay off the sweets it’s going right to your thighs!!” One of the canine howled in amusement and gave Callum’s gut a slap, sending waves of wobbles rippling through the fattened dragon.
“Okay boys give him some room.” Theo said. Both wolves ears perked up. “After all there’s still plenty of other traps to torment him with.” One of them prodded Callum’s bloated belly again and they both fled the room, dropping the remaining sweets around him like fallen autumn leaves. Theo relaxed once again, taking a lovely sip from his own ice cold water.

When Callum finally managed to wobble himself back onto his feet, he felt a rip as the last shred of his shirt fell away. He sighed and brushed his belly off, feeling the flab bounce and hang low below his knees. It wasn’t… exactly unfamiliar to him, but it was a little disappointing considering he had absolutely zero treasure from his adventure. Those wonderful nice clothes were ruined and all he had to show for it was a belly he could have easily gotten for free eating his leftover pastries. It was comfy, but with those two fuzz jerks prowling around he didn’t exactly have time to sit around and massage it. They might not be just fattening him up for entertainment.
He pulled in his breath and sucked in his gut to squeeze out the door. They were intentionally narrow through here, almost to taunt him. He slid out of the door with a loud POP and groaned. He had forgotten which of the rooms was which. He sighed and hefted his belly, hoping the front door wasn’t going to be too much of a chore when he finally found it, and tested another door.
The room resembled a quiet study, with a desk loaded with books, and several papers covered in incomprehensible writing. But what he saw most prominently was the large hatch on the floor with an iron ring. Callum pulled the hatch open and saw a ladder leading down to the main foyer; he could see a door covered with a bar. That had to be the way out. Oh, but this was just cruel. He was too big to fit through the opening. He strained and struggled but his belly clogged up the hole before he had even gotten close to the widest section.
“Dammit…” Callum moaned and started to pull himself back out. Unfortunately, that seemed to be exactly as impossible as fitting through the hole in the first place and his feet wriggled on the underside of the trap door, struggling to find a foothold to lift himself back out. His arms couldn’t reach around his own stomach to grasp anything he could use to pull himself back out of this stupid trapdoor. His heart sank as he heard laughing coming from somewhere in the tower.
Callum craned his neck back and saw a cloud of almost neon orange smoke wafting under the door. The smell of kumquats and mangoes began to fill the room and Callum’s struggling in the trap door intensified. The wisps of cloud reached him and began to funnel up into Callum’s nostrils, flooding his mind with a citrus blast. His eyes rolled back into his mind, not necessarily entranced as he was simply overwhelmed by the power of the fruity fog. It would have been nice if the intensity hadn’t been dialed up to about a fourteen out of a possible ten.
A loud groan hit Callum; though he could not see them, his shorts felt even tighter suddenly, and his wedged belly felt even more compacted and crammed into this trapdoor. Callum wriggled and felt his second chin bobbing. It hadn’t been this jiggly when he tried to fit through this door. He was getting bigger...
Callum groaned as the wood frame around his gut began to feel like a vice grip as his body continued to swell with more fat, courtesy of the sherbert colored smoke funnelling up his nostrils. The floor began to creak from his struggling and he heard creaks become splintering cracks. Oh no…
With a crash, the blimped drake crashed through the floor, landing with a bouncy wobbly thud thanks in great part to the generous padding that continued to puff out around his body from the few tendrils of smoke still trailing down from the hole in the ceiling. Callum groaned and tried to wriggle. He was sore, bloated, and couldn’t get the taste of orange creamsicle out of his mouth. And the day was not over yet…
Callum struggled and rolled himself onto his feet. Okay, this felt almost painfully familiar. His gut dangled between his padded calves like a great massive wrecking ball of flab, bouncing with even a flabby arm raise. He was back to ‘Callum-size’ if not a bit bigger. He took a few deep heavy padding steps for the door and tried to lift the bar over the door. It felt like it was welded in place, or perhaps the excess pounds had sapped away his strength.
A slow, sarcastic clapping caused the back of Callum’s neck to run cold. He seized up, dropping the door bar slowly. Oh no. He started to turn slowly and was beset upon by a whirlwind of ash colored fur pouncing on him, squishing his back against the very door he was trying to open as a slice of chocolate cake was pushed into his surprised mouth.
Theo chuckled and kneaded his paws on Callum’s chest as the dragon gulped down the cake, his frightened eyes softening and taking on a sarcastic roll. “You changed your mind?”
“You know I don’t make exceptions to anyone’s schedule, Mr. Reiner.” Theo purred and watched Callum lick the icing off his lips with a bit of frustration. “Though I had a plan to end up with you a bit more ‘carriage’ sized, I simply couldn’t resist the urge to feel how squishy and wobbly you felt.” He grinned and patted Callum’s gut with his floofy tail with a soft muted thump.
“Well you’ve had your fun, then. Can I have my gear back now?” Theo chuckled.
“Oh, I never said I changed my mind; I just wanted to be here when they did it.”
“Did what?” A pair of fuzzy wolfy arms shoved a funnel into Callum’s muzzle; the wolves had snuck up on him! His eyes widened at the sight of a massive barrel being rolled out by the other wolf while Theo chuckled menacingly.
“Why tell when I can show, Mr. Reiner?” He stretched and reclined on Callum’s stomach as the wolves began hooking a hose to the end of the funnel. “Full speed, minions. I’ll need enough room up here on this belly bed for you two to join me.” He laughed suavely again as Callum heard the ominous sound of a valve opening. “I doubt it’ll take long…”