The Gift of Giving

December 2018 Story of the Month: Gordon is a bad gift giver, but of all the bad gifts he’s bought his girlfriend, Robin, over the years a breast expansion potion ranks among the worst. Luckily Robin is a clever soul and decides to make lemonade out of lemons.

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The Gift of Giving:

Story and Characters © www.furaffinity.net/user/Roushfan5

Artwork by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/xchiseaxmargaritax

Robin loved her boyfriend very much. He was smart, sexy, funny, and (usually) quite kind and thoughtful. But her favorite trait about Gordon came with a downside: his excitement. Gordon was easily excitable and once he latched onto an idea he chased it with ferocity she’d never known in another person. Usually this was a good thing, but other times it worked against him and nowhere was this more obvious than the holidays.

Gordon was, and there was no kind way to say it, a terrible gift giver and always managed made holidays even more little stressful. It wasn’t that Gordon was selfish, far from it, he just got so excited when he saw something he liked he didn’t take the time to consider the if the person he was shopping for would be equally enthused. Case in point: last Christmas when he bought Robin one of his better gifts, a 3D printer. It was kinda cool, sexy even, to watch him tinker with the printer. Her man was in in his zone: nerding out over technology with his usual boyish enthusiasm. He opened the packaging with the zeal of a little kid on Christmas! Tearing into the box, overjoyed to set up his new toy, but that was kinda the problem. While Robin may have had gotten some second hand enjoyment from the printer (Gordon had actually made some pretty cool and even useful stuff for the apartment) it was a gift for her in name only. The printer was his toy!

If you needed further examples, there was the season pass tickets for the Seahawks he had bought for her birthday. At a glance the tickets made sense: you could even call them a thoughtful gift, for both Robin and Gordon really liked football and shared the Seahawks as their favorite team! But the couple where much too busy to make it to Seattle with any regularity and didn’t use the season pass on time. Furthermore Robin dreaded the idea of attending a football game with her boyfriend, Gordon often inadvertently ruined football by getting far too invested in the game. If the Seahawks lost it was a long, angry drive home while he stewed in traffic: grumbling sullenly about the ‘that hasbeen’ Pete Carrol or the ‘arrogant jerk off’ Kyle Shanahan. It wasn’t any better if the Seahawks won as Gordon, high on cheap booze and the thrill of victory, seemed to forget he was a scrawny, nerdy engineer and try to trash talk fans of the opposing team outside the stadium like he wanted to get his ass beat.

But Gordon had really outdone himself this year and easily had presented his worst gift yet. Yes, that was including the riding lawnmower he purchased her for their lawn-less apartment, still sitting dusty and with rotten gas in it’s tank along with all the other half baked projects Gordon had started over the years. 

At first Robin had been surprised, and perhaps even a little hopeful, when her boyfriend handed her a small box on Christmas morning. Usually his presents where quite elaborate and required much bigger boxes. When she had opened it, however, she was a little pissed off about what was inside. 

“It’s a breast expansion potion!” Gordon said, eyes bright with excitement, eagerly explaining what didn’t need to be explained. Robin just stared at him, giving him all the rope he needed to hang himself. “I figured it would be a fun way to… you know… change things up in the bedroom.” 

Robin was silent. If she thought real hard the rabbit supposed she could follow the logic of Gordon’s gift, after all she had been dropping subtle hints about staleness in their bedroom for sometime now: in fact it was, in a strange way… if you squinted real hard and turned your head sideways, it was almost sweet! But how on earth Gordon could have thought than a ‘breast expansion’ potion was a suitable gift for his girlfriend was beyond her, it wasn’t like she was even flat chested!

Irked, Robin finally opened her mouth to respond, but she was struck by sudden inspiration, a smile tugged at her lips. “Sounds like a great way to spice up the bedroom.” She agreed, nodding enthusiastically. 

Gordon didn’t think twice about the coy almost sinister grin on his girlfriend’s lips, although he should have. The Sergal was just pleased he’d finally gotten her a gift that had made his girlfriend happy! Breaking into a wide, beaming smile the two hugged and kissed happily under the tree. 

. . .

A few days had gone by, and the potion Gordon had bought sat ignored in the bathroom. Robin reassured him that she was just waiting for a special event worthy of the potion. Which was true, she was intending to use the potion, just not in the way Gordon was thinking.

First things first she’d visited Lewd Brews, spending hour pouring over their selection of potions. The sheer size of their catalogue daunting for a first time customer like Robin, but thanks to some help from a kind sales assistant she’d found a some potions and toys that would serve her well and was happy with her purchases. Now she had to wait until the Friday after Christmas when Robin and Gordon were heading down to the coast to celebrate New Years, like they always did. 

Although the December weather was hardly idyllic for a beach trip, it dumped rain on them while they unloaded their bags from the car, the cabin was quite cozy and luxurious. It was just secluded enough provide a nice getaway from the city yet secluded to give up the comforts of home: such as easy access to the store, indoor plumbing, or high speed internet. Plus there was a strange beauty in overlooking the churning grey Pacific. But relaxation wasn’t what was on Robin’s mind as they settled into the cabin, unpacking the car and putting their things away seemed to take forever while she stewed in her impatience. 

Finally as the sun began to set, bringing an extra chill to the air, she set her trap. “You want some eggnog sweetie?” She asked as Gordon, who was busy working the fireplace. Eggnog was a favorite of Gordon’s, and she knew he wouldn’t pass up one of his last opportunities to drink the stuff while it was ‘in season’ (his words).

“That’s be great…” Gordon said in the monotone voice he always used while trying to focus on a project, carefully breaking his kindling into the prefect sized chunks and carefully stacking the the firewood in the fireplace. 

Robin left him to his kindling in the living room and went to the kitchen to start preparing the eggnog… not that there was much preparation to mixing store bought eggnog with bourbon, but tonight’s eggnog was going to have a little extra kick. Robin snuck off to the bed room, opened her suitcase, and dug to the bottom where she’d hidden she’d gotten from Lewd Brews. The bag was full of all sorts of goodies she intended to experiment with, but she was after the potions. Into a red mug she poured the Bountiful Bust potion, and into a green mug she poured the mystery potion before plating the mugs and empty Bountiful Bust bottle and carrying the whole ensemble to the living room. 

Gordon was tending to the fire, now crackling merrily and washing the room in it’s red romantic glow. “Thanks honey!” gratefully taking the spiked nog before noticing the empty breast expansion potion also sitting on the tray. “Robin!” He said with a surprised smile. It had been so long since he’d given her the potion he’d been getting worried.

“Drink up baby.” Robin said with a smile of her own, taking a small sip of her own eggnog. Robin wasn’t entirely sure if it was some sort of physiological trick on her brain, but the eggnog seemed to have an extra nutty flavor as she slowly sipped it. While Gordon, excited for what was coming next, chugged his eggnog down without really tasting it.

“Why don’t we take our clothes off?” Robin suggested in her most flirty, seductive tone. The rabbit had to work hard to keep a straight face waiting for realization to hit her boyfriend. God she couldn’t wait! 

“Oh yes!” He exclaimed, nodding with his usual excitement. Poor hapless Gordon, still oblivious that something was afoot, continued grinning all goofy like. Happy to oblige his girlfriend he quickly began shedding his clothes and exposing his small Twink body, while Robin continued nursing her eggnog. Even though she’d only drank a small amount of her potion already she could feel a thrill running through her body, a rush that she assumed was the magic working in her veins. 

“Aren’t you going to get naked to?” Gordon asked, looking at her body eagerly. It was kind of adorable that for all the time they’d spent together he always got shy and nervous once their clothes started coming off. 

“Sure baby,” she cooed gently, removing her sweater teasingly, slowly exposing her perky breasts much to her boyfriend’s delight: his eyes glued on her chest as he waited for the transformation. But Gordon was looking in the wrong place, for it was not his girlfriend’s chest that stated swelling outwards, but his own.

“The fuck!” He shouted in surprise once he finally figured out what was going on. “Did you mix up the mugs?” He asked in a panicked voice. He was so consumed with his new burgeoning breasts he didn’t notice the transformation his girlfriend was experiencing.

“Nope.” Robin’s answer did little to reassure her boyfriend as her clit slowly grew outwards, swelling into a phallus that matched her cocky smile.

“Uhhhhh.” Gordon said slowly, eyes transfixed on the swelling cock between his girlfriends thighs. “Are you sure?” He asked in a hopeful tone.

“Yes, I’m sure. This is exactly what I wanted.” Robin bit her lower lip, watching her boyfriend continue to grow the tits of his dreams, just on the wrong person! She drank in the confused look on his face, torn between arousal, shame, and confusion while getting a small thrill at the display before her. Unable to help herself, Robin leaned forward and aggressively groped one of Gordon’s new breasts, causing him to moan lustfully. “You know I never really understood your boob obsession until now, but now that the tit’s in the other hand I could get used to this!” 

“But why?” Gordon whimpered, his boobs continuing to grow, his dick already starting to ache with his tortured arousal, helpless to Robin’s sensitive yet assertive stroking. Besides gifting him the largest pair of knockers he’d ever seen in person, (twice the size of his girlfriend’s rack) and adding to his shameful arousal, the elixir’s magic made his teats quite sensitive as well. Particularly as Robin’s fingers dug into his flesh, massaging his new breasts.

“Why not? Besides, you’re the one that bought this potion to ‘spice up the the bedroom’, and I must say it does make for a very nice Christmas present!”

Gordon had no response, what could he say? Although he was embarrassed to admit he could feel his arousal mounting as his chest expanded and his girlfriends new cock kept pace. It was certainly and humbling experience to watch your girlfriend sport an erection three times the size of your own dick, straining uselessly at the air in the face of Robin’s vastly superior member.

The rate of growth on the two furs was extreme and within moments their new massive endowments had finished growing. To think it took girls years to grow a pair of tits like these! Gordon looked up at this girlfriend, worried about what was going to happen next. He eyed his girlfriend’s cock, which sat at face level, and wondered what she was planning to do next. 

“You don’t mean to stick that in my ass, do you?” He asked nervously, gesturing at her her cock.

“Why not?” Robin asked with a cocky grin, arms folded under her chest. “You want to stick it up my ass all the time? A little tit for dick seems more than fair to me. But, the way I see it? You’ve got two holes, which one you pick is totally up to you!”

“What if I don’t like either option?” 

“Well this ‘Bottled Dick’ potion is hardly the only thing I picked up from Lewd Brews.” She dug through her luggage for second before dangling a pair of ‘Smart Cuffs’ and length of brightly colored rope up for him to see. “So I’ll give you some time to decide while I have fun with you in other ways.”

Quickly making a lasso with the rope she slipped it over the head and lead him towards the bedroom, buzzing with excitement. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have a dick, and she was determined to make full use of this opportunity to find out. 

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for this dick!” Robin bragged, her confidence building as she closed the door behind them.

END

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