Snuck out one last Macro March story before the month is over!

This one done for  kingdead!

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Macro March: Birthday Biggenings
By: RaddaRaem

“Would you just let Mom handle this?” The curly haired wolf pouted. Standing flat on his feet, back against the door frame, Vincent groaned. His lips pulled back irritably every time his father tapped against the bony nubs jutting out of his skull.

“It’s fine, really! You’ve just been pounding through growth spurt after growth spurt lately! Must have gotten it from my side of the family.” Standing on his tip toes, eye level with his son’s chest, Kris struggled to reach up past the horned wolf. Pencil in hand, he desired nothing more than to mark off Vincent’s height.

“Mooooooooooom!”

Kris sighed at the sound of hooves clopping against the hardwood floor. A warm and wooly presence, equal parts reassuring and humiliating, sidled up alongside him. Dejectedly, he passed off the pencil to his wife.

“Are we done here?” Vincent grumbled. His ears splayed apart as a keratin tipped set of fingers slid between them and hurriedly scribbled against the plaster at his back.

“Not with that attitude,” Maribel snorted. “But I’ll let it slide since it’s your birthday though. Get out of here,” she bleated.

Vincent, too preoccupied to even mouth back, hurriedly stomped back up to his room.

Arms crossed about her petite chest, Maribel hmmphed as the hybrid’s heavy feet thumped throughout the house. Those padded soles of his slapping noisily against the hardwood stairs and floors. She turned to her husband and planted a kiss upon his cheek.

“I know it was nothing personal,” Kris sighed. He dutifully returned the kiss on his negligibly taller wife.

“He’s bound to have a couple spurts left in him. Don’t let it get to you, Kris.” Maribel affectionately nuzzled her husband. “You may be the runt of the family but you’ll always loom large to me,” Maribel playfully teased. Sliding her fingers between her husbands’ own she squeezed them gently. “Towering over every other man in my life with ease.”

Blushing, Kris leaned into the barrage of kisses that came his way. His fuzzy cheeks came to rest against her wooly ones. “Thanks, Mary. Birthday preparations coming along okay?” The wolf sniffed and snuffed. A delicious aroma, a cake no doubt, wafted out from the kitchen.

“They were until I realized we were out of frosting,” Maribel said. “Could you swing by the store real quick and grab some?”

“Sure thing!”

“Thanks big guy,” Maribel answered with a smooch.

Bidding his wife a wave, Kris bounced out the front door. Storm clouds gathered overhead as the wolf jogged towards the convenience store some blocks away.

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Kris’ dainty feet plapped softly against the sidewalk as he huffed and puffed. Plastic bags, dangling from around his wrists, slapped against his thighs. The out of shape wolf, struggling to outrun the darkening skies, didn’t jog so much as stumble forward.

“My own damn fault for not checking the weather before I left…” Kris cursed to himself. Though… pacing about the convenience store aisles, agonizing between whether to get vanilla or chocolate frosting, certainly didn’t help matters.

Far off sirens wailed to life as rain started to pelt against him.

Kris, panting, cradled his purchases close. “A little rain never hurt anybody…” he thought as his paws splashed against the damp sidewalks. The dainty pitter patters of Kris’ gait gave way to meaty slaps that echoed across the cul de sac.

The wolf’s pace slowly tapered off at the realization that, regardless of how much he hustled, he’d still be soaked when he walked through the front door. “So long as the frosting stays… frosty,” Kris joked to himself. Chuckling, he continued plodding home at his own pace. Which was… admittedly much faster than he remembered.

“I know they say ‘If you’re in a hurry, walk slowly’ but this is a bit ridiculous!” Kris gawked. With every step he took the wolf sailed over entire swathes of the sidewalk. The light posts, hanging overhead, flickered with his every heavy footfall.

It wasn’t until the plastic handles, once wrapped comfortably around his wrists, threatened to throttle his limbs that Kris realized something was amiss.

Uh oh. “O-oh no. Those were Macro March sirens weren’t they…” Kris trailed off as he felt his voice deepen. His bloating limbs snapped apart the plastic handles with ease. In a panic, his gargantuan feet pounding craters into the sidewalk as he did so, the wolf lurched out for the tubs of frosting in free fall. Kris’ sleeves exploded off his ballooning arms as his shirt fell to tatters and revealed his abdominal lined gut.

Cheeks puffed out, he bashfully loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans rather than risk a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction. “M-mary!” Kris called out as he wandered into the street. His cratering baritone rattled the windows of every home in the subdivision. “Mind meeting me out front?”

Eye level with the lamp posts, the metal poles wobbling violently, Kris’ heart thumped furiously in his chest. He… he was big! Paw print shaped craters, growing gradually in size, were left in the wolf’s wake.

THOOM

What would his family think? With a grunt, Kris tugged at the waist of his tightening jeans. The damp denim, pulling up upon him, had come to encroach on his knees.

THOOOOOOM

The wolf’s lengthening limbs kicked up powerful gusts that threatned to peel back the shingles on his neighbor’s roofs. “W-what do I think?” Kris pondered with a blush as he set foot in his front yard.

Mary, standing before a fat foot that dwarfed their mini van in size, could only gawk at her hulking husband.

“I uh…. I got the frosting?” Kris nervously chuckled. Dropping oh so gently to his knees he held a hand out before her. Maribel, arms hanging at her sides, stared back dumbly.

“T-thanks, big guy,” she trailed off. The canisters of frosting bopped gently against her wooly frame as they rolled off of Kris’ palm.

Tail tucked between his legs, Kris smiled gently at his wife as she shyly pressed against a sheep shaming finger.

Vincent, peeking out from the front door, tepidly stepped out onto the lawn. “Dad?”

“Hey son!” Kris boomed. “I figured your big day deserved a big surprise!”

“There is no way in hell you planned this,” Vincent pointedly replied. In disbelief he padded forward towards his massive monster of a father.

The wolf snorted. “So maybe I didn’t.” Sliding his hand forward, Kris guided his family into his palm before rising to his feet and cupping them to his bare chest. He protectively embraced them and hugged them close into his swelling bulk.

Vincent mmphhed as he was pinned between his father’s pectorals. Maribel could do little more than huff and bleat madly as she was smothered into her literal mountain of a man.

“Hey uhh… Mary?” Kris spoke. Lips puckered, he tucked his chin against his neck and leaned down for a kiss. The sheep shuddered in delight at the sensation of being pinched between those warm and familiar lips.

“Yes, Kris?” she could barely manage back. A beet red blush overtook her cheeks as the wolf’s body shuddered before audibly groaning.

“Remember how you mentioned Vincent has a couple growth spurts left in him?” Kris, peering over his pectorals, bashfully splayed his house sized toes apart to keep from smothering the life they had worked so hard to build together. “Well… so do I.”