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Boxes of Christmas Cheer
🕑 Added 2019-12-12 21:05:13 +0000 UTCAnthro story inspired by a sequence drawn by GlazFox (check out his patreon he does great work)
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Blitz, Coop, and Dash were strewn haphazardly across the sitting room floor. The end of term party had been wild, the house was an absolute mess, and none of the other members of the cross country team had stayed to help the three roommates clean up the detritus...typical. Dash was the first to start stirring, fighting to untangle his gray sweater from his antlers.
The young stag groaned and struggled with his woolen bindings for several minutes before he was able to restore the sweater to its intended configuration over his trim midsection. He stood and walked slowly through the sitting room and kitchen then looked down the hall towards the bedrooms, there were wrappers and beer cans and wine bottles thrown indiscriminately around every room he passed. Cringing and apprehensive he threw the curtains wide to survey yard, to his relief it seemed that the mess was confined to inside the house.
Blitz moaned and threw a pillow at him from the sitting room. “Close those blinds!” The blonde reindeer groaned smothering his face under another pillow so that only a bit of white antler and puffy hair was visible, then following up with a muffled “... before I go blind...”
Pretending not to hear, Dash walked over and yanked the pillow away from Blitz's face. “Oh good! You're awake!” Dash shouted with exaggerated cheerfulness, kicking Coop gently in the leg as he did so. “Time to start cleaning up!”
Coop huffed but got up and started grabbing trash to throw away, yawning and doing lunges as he did so. The tawny buck murmured semi-coherently about ‘get the blood flowing’. Blitz, on the other hand, just glared blearily at Dash with a sullen expression. The normally coiffed young stag was disheveled and looking crabby.
“I've got a hangover, Dash...” He grumbled.
“What a coincidence, so do I!” Dash said, one more in his forced chipper tone. He learned down so he was eye level with his friend and roughly tugged Blitz into an upright position by his crop top.
“Hey!!” Blitz protested and swatted Dash's hand away, “This top was a gift from my boyfriend!”
Dash just stared at his friend wordlessly and Blitz eventually wilted under his gaze. Soon enough the three of them were methodically clearing away the evidence of the previous night’s debauchery. Under Dash's direction the three of them formed a highly efficient cleaning team.
Relatively quickly they set the house in order, and all of them were getting hungry. Coop walked to the fridge and pulled it open.
“Oh no!” The shirtless buck cried in a tone of abject despair. The other two reindeer jumped half halfway to the ceiling.
“What?! What is it?” Blitz said nearly falling over himself as he ran to the kitchen.
Coop turned, his eyes tearful, and pointed to the open fridge. “They ate all our food...probably Calvin…why did I bet him he couldn’t clear a fridge…” He sniffed loudly. “I wanted more of that spicy dip...”
“Coop...we can order delivery.” Dash said, exasperated.
“It's not the sa-...” Coop started to reply when there was a loud thud that shook the house, the front door rattled ominously. A massive shadow fell over the lawn for a split second, and then the mid December sunlight returned.
The three roommates started and whirled around to look at the front door uncertainly for several minutes, then Coop started toward out.
“No Coop! W-wait!” Blitz choked out, looking incredibly pale, his ears flat against his head…even his hair looked deflated.
“Wait for what? Whatever it was is gone...” Coop reached for the doorknob with a shaking hand, all his fur standing on end, and threw the door wide letting in a blast of cold wind and revealing... boxes? Stacks and stacks and stacks of festively decorated boxes emblazoned with stylized GT and BB logos, some of them large and square, others looked like pastry boxes.
“Did you see...a delivery truck come down the driveway?” Coop murmured as he leaned out the front door and looked around, craning his neck so he could see the road. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the yard at first glance, though his eyes did fall on a divot in the yard by the car port that looked like a... very deep boot print. Another gust of chilly air blew through the door and Coop shivered before reaching for one of the boxes.
“Close the door!! The heating bill!!” Dash nearly screamed and rushed forward, Coop flinched and grabbed the box before being muscled out of the way.
Dash seemed to forget the urgency of his mission to close the door when he saw the boxes up close. He leaned down and picked up three boxes, “Jugs too...” He muttered grabbing two jugs and putting them under his arm. “Milk…and eggnog. Coop, this isn’t from your girlfriends in culinary arts again is it?”
“Girlfriend…it’s just the one.” Coop muttered, somewhat defensively as he stared at the box in his hands. A captivating scent was emanating from it, and it was making his stomach rumble urgently.
He opened it as Dash walked into the kitchen to stand beside Blitz. “Looks like we do have something to eat after all.” Coop was saying as he lifted a snickerdoodle cookie to his mouth.
For some reason the look on Coop’s face as the confection got closer to his mouth unnerved Dash. “I don't think you should eat...that,” hi sighed, Coop hadn't been listening as usual.
Coop bit into the cookie, eyes closed and expression anticipatory. Blitz took the box from Coop as the dark furred buck chewed decadently. The only sounds at the moment were chewing and Coop’s oddly loud stomach rumbles.
The blonde reindeer was about to indulge himself, “Gonna need to run my ass off later to make up...” Blitz said and was about to laugh when there was a sudden pulse of pressure and Coop rocked back on his heels.
“Oh my god! Coop! Are you alri...” Dash blurted out, dropping the jugs he was carrying, but broke off when he saw Coop's eyes were sparkling with pink and blue light. “Coop...what?” He started to shake his friend by the shoulders but froze when a puff of vapor the same color as the light dancing in Coop's eyes wafted from the brown haired buck's mouth and hit Dash in the face.
Dash staggered back with a cough…then froze and inhaled deeply. The smell, like a thousand bakeries all cooking up his favorites, drool leaked from the corner of his mouth and he immediately opened one of the boxes in his hands and started eating the cookies inside. Another rolling pulse of pressure filled the room and Dash's vision took on a slight lavender shade.
“What the hell, Dash...” Blitz said, the frosted Christmas Tree shaped cookie in his hand forgotten. The blonde deer took a step toward Dash but found himself stalled by a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Just fill your pie hole, why don'tcha.” Coop said, spinning Blitz back to face him, a low rumble in his voice. Blitz gasped, his mouth falling open in shock as he saw that Coop looked about 15 pounds heavier. A small spare tire of plump softness sat on the waistband of his pants. Then the shirtless deer pushed the blonde one against the wall and shoved a handful of cookies in his mouth. A third pulse of pressure ran through them and more sparkling vapor clouded the air. The three stood wavering on the spot, mouths full, eyes staring unfocused for a moment. Then they fell on the cookies like a pack of ravening dogs onto a steak.
They hardly remembered bringing the boxes inside, but soon enough the entire kitchen was stacked with them, and they were tearing the boxes open roughly and cramming the sweet warm cookies into their mouths as quickly as possible. With each cookie that found its way into their waiting maws they grew slightly chubbier. And then, they began to reach for the beverages.
Dash grabbed a gallon of eggnog and plugged his mouth with it, swilling the thick caloric beverage down. His Christmas hoodie was starting to look tight, a plump handful of underbelly was peeking out beneath the hem. His hips widened and he felt his backside push back against the fabric of his pj pants. He caught a glimpse of his reflection on the kettle and shivered. He was getting fatter! But...he was completely unconcerned. His thighs swelled, pushing his legs further apart. It felt…amazing, and made him even hungrier. He pawed around on the table with one hand until he found another jug, finished the first and then uncapped the second.
He cast his gaze over his housemates, they were fattening up as well. Coop saw him looking and paused his gluttonous gorging to pump his arm and chant “CHUG CHUG CHUG!” Dash puffed and obliged, smiling around the top of the jug. He finished that gallon a moment later, but felt no fuller. ‘Nothing…more cookies and milk…won’t fix’ He thought semi-deliriously.
Blitz was gulping down cookies as quickly as he could, thoughts of fitness or calorie counting completely forgotten. His hefty moobs filled his crop top and quickly began to bulge free underneath it and through the arm holes. He groaned and picked up a gallon of milk, alternating cookies and milk with startling efficiency for how rapidly he was eating. His lovehandles widened and thickened, sagging down over the waistband of his pj pants. The blonde stag plunked the jug he was drinking from down onto the table and ran his hand over his body, following the curves of his side rolls and lovehandles. He shivered, sending ripples through his now ponderous flesh.
The sparkling haze of vapor and light wreathed them, forming words that none of them had any desire to read. “Merry Christmas, from GlazTek and Bottomless Bakery, Wishing you and yours a Well Rounded 2020!”
None of them noticed, Coop least of all. It was almost like his lack of a shirt had somehow unbound him more fully than his two friends. He was upending box after box of cookies into his mouth, somehow not missing a single crumb as he gorged himself silly on sugary Christmas cookies. He was a sight to behold, his torso softened visibly with each mouthful. His belly domed outward, drooping over his legs, plush rolls forming at his sides, this thickening more and more. His weight gain only seemed to fuel his appetite. He shifted and posed for his own amusement, turning so his belly bumped into Blitz’s side.
“I’m…” Coop stifled a burp, and then grinned widely at his friends. “I’m the fattest. You two…better eat up!” The tawny buck pressed his hands into the sides of his wide saggy belly and shook the massive mound of adipose indulgently.
Dash huffed, annoyed at Coop, and suddenly much hungrier. But rather than shout a challenge or retort he plugged his mouth again with a jug of eggnog. Blitz frowned, “As if, I’ll show you who’s the most voluptuous!”
Within minutes the three fat deer were finding it far more crowded in their kitchen. Coop belched richly and grabbed another box of the fattening treats. “Merry Christmas, fatties, pass the eggnog.”
