A college weight gain adventure, featuring two naive runners who think they have the willpower to overcome the dreaded freshman 15, but shortly realize they are gravely mistaken.
HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION: Prologue
It was hard to believe that it was over. Toby slowly stood up from his seat and followed the shorter cheetah in the row in front of him; it was still hard to wrap his head around it. It was over. High school was over, or at least it would be in just a few seconds as the bunny’s row of students was lined up by the edge of the large stage that had been haphazardly erected in the middle of the school football field; the only place that could house the thousand or so students and all of their families.
“This is it, dude,” the cheetah in front of him said, turning over his shoulder and giving the bunny a giddy grin. Toby simply nodded and stifled a chuckle in response, noting how the cheetah was practically bouncing up and down as they slowly meandered their way toward the stage; Chad had always been a bundle of hyperactive energy. It was why he had been drawn to sports and consequently had dragged Toby along too, a fact that the bunny was reminded of as he turned toward the crowd and saw his track coach sitting in a suit and tie in the teacher section. They locked eyes and the stout otter gave the bunny a nod; was he tearing up too? It was hard for Toby to tell from a distance, and though he was excited to finally cross the stage and be finished with high school forever, he was going to miss his coach.
Toby hadn’t played many sports growing up in elementary and middle school not necessarily because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have the time. His family owned a large farm on the far side of town and growing up, he and his older siblings were expected to help out with the chores and harvesting. His parents instilled an ethic of hard work in him at a young age and while it had been tough baling hay as an eight-year-old and fertilizing the carrot fields while simultaneously reading his books for his middle school social studies class for the notoriously strict Mrs. Buttersfield, he had enjoyed his time on the farm.
He was close to his family, though being the youngest had come with some difficulties. Toby stood at a towering 6’ 4”, often turning heads for folks from out of town, but locals knew that even though Toby was tall for a bunny, the rest of his family was even bigger; the goliaths of the lagomorpha. Both of his older brothers and even his older sister stood several inches taller than himself with his father being the tallest of the bunch, each sporting stocky frames built by years of hard farm work. Though Toby worked just as hard, he never truly acquired that characteristic Thompson physique, instead, being a bit lither though still strong.
It was that athletic frame that caught the eye of his track coach when Toby would meet his cheetah friend Chad after the feline finished practice. Both the otter, with a little help from Chad, ultimately convinced Toby to attend just one practice, to see what he could do and though he was a little awkward on the track, one thing became clear: the bunny could jump! Toby seemingly effortlessly managed to jump nearly as far as some of the gazelles on the team that had been training for years in the long jump and triple jump and with his naturally tall height, he instantly became one of the best high jumpers too. Just for kickers, the otter had Toby try out some of the throwing events too, and while Toby struggled with the technique of the shotput and discus, his javelin thrown was second to none, apparently honed by years of playing a game with his siblings where they would throw fencing stakes across fields to save time when unloading them from the back of a trailer.
With some help and begging, from his coach, Toby was able to convince his parents to let him try track his senior year, the first of many tough decisions that Toby knew his parents were making. Family was an extremely important aspect of life for the Thompsons, with Toby’s father, in particular, wanting to keep as many hands close to home and on the family farm as possible to maintain their livelihood. When each of his older siblings had graduated from school, there was no question that they would be staying on the family farm, but Toby had other aspirations. He felt a little ashamed of even thinking about leaving his parents and siblings behind, but unlike his siblings, he had actually done well in school.
One afternoon, his teachers had called his parents in for a meeting to try and convince them to let Toby apply for colleges as he had a real potential to do something great. Toby knew that his parents were hesitant but not out of selfishness, but concern. Toby had never been away from home before and they knew the world as a cruel and dangerous place. What if the school was too hard for him? What if… Toby’s teachers assured his parents that he was more than capable of handling himself academically anywhere he went and that he was smart enough to stay out of trouble. Though Toby’s parents were still worried, they reluctantly agreed to allow Toby to apply. Toby could visibly see their struggle of wanting the best for him but also in a way secretly hoping we wouldn’t get in anywhere at all, to stay nice and safe at home where his help was needed.
Despite that, when Toby had applied and got into Tallow University, one of the best schools in the Midwest, his mom and dad were happy for him. Sure he got some teasing about being a bookworm by his siblings, but they were all proud. They were proud too when he went on during his track season to place third in the long jump and triple jump, and second in both high jump and javelin at the state championship meet. Toby felt an odd sense of pride too. Pride in showing that he was capable, that he was able to do great things on his own; to show his family that he would be alright.
As the number of fur between Toby and the stage dwindled, Toby glanced out into the crowd again and spotted his family as they stood looming in the back; they weren’t ones much for sitting down for long periods of time. Toby could see both his mother and father tearing up and squeezing each other tight while his siblings hooted and hollered as he took to the stage right behind Chad.
“Chad Abara!” The principal announced as the cheetah bolted across the stage, grabbed his diploma and held it above his head as if he had found some coveted treasure. Toby chuckled, knowing that despite the cheetah’s rambunctiousness nature, that he too was headed to Tallow University this fall with him. The cheetah was going to be only the second in his family to head to college, right behind his sister who had been the valedictorian two years prior. Because of that high bar, many thought of Chad as merely as that track kid who sometimes ran beyond the finish line at meets, but he was a smart kid too, in his own way. Many didn’t know why he and Toby had been virtually inseparable since they had met in middle school, with Chad being the outgoing cheetah that he was and Toby being the quiet farm boy, but their friendship ran deep and both of them were excited to spend the next four years together too.
“Hurry up dude!” Chad said, trying to rush Toby as he grabbed his diploma from the principal. “My mom’s got the camera ready!”
“I don’t know about this,” Toby muttered.
“Come on, everyone does it!” Chad said as he pulled Toby forward toward the edge of the stage and pointed toward a lanky spotted feline standing by the stairs along the edge, boxing out the other parents trying to snap pictures of their kids. “Ready? One, two, three!” With a whoosh, Chad pulled up his graduation gown, revealing his track uniform underneath. He then turned toward Toby and gave him a smile. “Come on!” With a nervous smile, Toby pulled up his gown too, revealing his own uniform.
“Now pose!” Chad said, prompting the two to pose triumphantly as the cheetah’s mom aggressively snapped pictures with her phone.
“I need more smile Toby!” she called above the din of the cheering crowd, using her free paw to push aside a boisterous lynx parent.
“People are looking,” Toby muttered.
“That’s the point, dude!” Chad assured, “Just relax and enjoy the moment. We’re graduates, we’ve got to go out in style!” Toby sighed and with a newfound charisma pointed his finger into the air triumphantly.
“There we go!” Chad’s mom said.
“Whooo, we’re graduates!” Chad said as the two broke their pose and ran down the stairs, Toby trying to keep up with the cheetah. “Oh man this summer is going to be great but I can’t wait until we get to college! Are we’re going to room together? Of course, we are, and when we’re there we can do whatever we want. We can go to class then go play Frisbee then go get ice cream then do a little dance and…” Toby chuckled as he let Chad ramble on and on. Despite the cheetah’s excited tone, the bunny knew the cheetah only rambled like this when he was nervous. It was a big transition they were both going through and though Chad was optimistic by nature, the unknown was still scary. Still, the excitement that was buried underneath that fear was infectious. Toby could feel it radiating from his spotted friend, making Toby’s heart flutter too, though his excitement too was blunted. He was both dreading leaving his family, his farm, and his own town and heading two states away for school, but there was a little tickle of excitement in his gut about that sense of independence.
“How’d the pic come out, Mom?” Chad asked as he rushed up to his mother along the edge of the seating area.
“Oh, you two are quite the pair! You’re going to have so much fun next year!” the motherly cheetah said.
Yeah, I guess we will, Toby thought. I guess we will…
You can find Tony’s amazing story in its entirety here: Growing Up Story PDF
Author: plokishmok3 | Illustrator: Kygen
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HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION: Prologue
It was hard to believe that it was over. Toby slowly stood up from his seat and followed the shorter cheetah in the row in front of him; it was still hard to wrap his head around it. It was over. High school was over, or at least it would be in just a few seconds as the bunny’s row of students was lined up by the edge of the large stage that had been haphazardly erected in the middle of the school football field; the only place that could house the thousand or so students and all of their families.
“This is it, dude,” the cheetah in front of him said, turning over his shoulder and giving the bunny a giddy grin. Toby simply nodded and stifled a chuckle in response, noting how the cheetah was practically bouncing up and down as they slowly meandered their way toward the stage; Chad had always been a bundle of hyperactive energy. It was why he had been drawn to sports and consequently had dragged Toby along too, a fact that the bunny was reminded of as he turned toward the crowd and saw his track coach sitting in a suit and tie in the teacher section. They locked eyes and the stout otter gave the bunny a nod; was he tearing up too? It was hard for Toby to tell from a distance, and though he was excited to finally cross the stage and be finished with high school forever, he was going to miss his coach.
Toby hadn’t played many sports growing up in elementary and middle school not necessarily because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have the time. His family owned a large farm on the far side of town and growing up, he and his older siblings were expected to help out with the chores and harvesting. His parents instilled an ethic of hard work in him at a young age and while it had been tough baling hay as an eight-year-old and fertilizing the carrot fields while simultaneously reading his books for his middle school social studies class for the notoriously strict Mrs. Buttersfield, he had enjoyed his time on the farm.
He was close to his family, though being the youngest had come with some difficulties. Toby stood at a towering 6’ 4”, often turning heads for folks from out of town, but locals knew that even though Toby was tall for a bunny, the rest of his family was even bigger; the goliaths of the lagomorpha. Both of his older brothers and even his older sister stood several inches taller than himself with his father being the tallest of the bunch, each sporting stocky frames built by years of hard farm work. Though Toby worked just as hard, he never truly acquired that characteristic Thompson physique, instead, being a bit lither though still strong.
It was that athletic frame that caught the eye of his track coach when Toby would meet his cheetah friend Chad after the feline finished practice. Both the otter, with a little help from Chad, ultimately convinced Toby to attend just one practice, to see what he could do and though he was a little awkward on the track, one thing became clear: the bunny could jump! Toby seemingly effortlessly managed to jump nearly as far as some of the gazelles on the team that had been training for years in the long jump and triple jump and with his naturally tall height, he instantly became one of the best high jumpers too. Just for kickers, the otter had Toby try out some of the throwing events too, and while Toby struggled with the technique of the shotput and discus, his javelin thrown was second to none, apparently honed by years of playing a game with his siblings where they would throw fencing stakes across fields to save time when unloading them from the back of a trailer.
With some help and begging, from his coach, Toby was able to convince his parents to let him try track his senior year, the first of many tough decisions that Toby knew his parents were making. Family was an extremely important aspect of life for the Thompsons, with Toby’s father, in particular, wanting to keep as many hands close to home and on the family farm as possible to maintain their livelihood. When each of his older siblings had graduated from school, there was no question that they would be staying on the family farm, but Toby had other aspirations. He felt a little ashamed of even thinking about leaving his parents and siblings behind, but unlike his siblings, he had actually done well in school.
One afternoon, his teachers had called his parents in for a meeting to try and convince them to let Toby apply for colleges as he had a real potential to do something great. Toby knew that his parents were hesitant but not out of selfishness, but concern. Toby had never been away from home before and they knew the world as a cruel and dangerous place. What if the school was too hard for him? What if… Toby’s teachers assured his parents that he was more than capable of handling himself academically anywhere he went and that he was smart enough to stay out of trouble. Though Toby’s parents were still worried, they reluctantly agreed to allow Toby to apply. Toby could visibly see their struggle of wanting the best for him but also in a way secretly hoping we wouldn’t get in anywhere at all, to stay nice and safe at home where his help was needed.
Despite that, when Toby had applied and got into Tallow University, one of the best schools in the Midwest, his mom and dad were happy for him. Sure he got some teasing about being a bookworm by his siblings, but they were all proud. They were proud too when he went on during his track season to place third in the long jump and triple jump, and second in both high jump and javelin at the state championship meet. Toby felt an odd sense of pride too. Pride in showing that he was capable, that he was able to do great things on his own; to show his family that he would be alright.
As the number of fur between Toby and the stage dwindled, Toby glanced out into the crowd again and spotted his family as they stood looming in the back; they weren’t ones much for sitting down for long periods of time. Toby could see both his mother and father tearing up and squeezing each other tight while his siblings hooted and hollered as he took to the stage right behind Chad.
“Chad Abara!” The principal announced as the cheetah bolted across the stage, grabbed his diploma and held it above his head as if he had found some coveted treasure. Toby chuckled, knowing that despite the cheetah’s rambunctiousness nature, that he too was headed to Tallow University this fall with him. The cheetah was going to be only the second in his family to head to college, right behind his sister who had been the valedictorian two years prior. Because of that high bar, many thought of Chad as merely as that track kid who sometimes ran beyond the finish line at meets, but he was a smart kid too, in his own way. Many didn’t know why he and Toby had been virtually inseparable since they had met in middle school, with Chad being the outgoing cheetah that he was and Toby being the quiet farm boy, but their friendship ran deep and both of them were excited to spend the next four years together too.
“Hurry up dude!” Chad said, trying to rush Toby as he grabbed his diploma from the principal. “My mom’s got the camera ready!”
“I don’t know about this,” Toby muttered.
“Come on, everyone does it!” Chad said as he pulled Toby forward toward the edge of the stage and pointed toward a lanky spotted feline standing by the stairs along the edge, boxing out the other parents trying to snap pictures of their kids. “Ready? One, two, three!” With a whoosh, Chad pulled up his graduation gown, revealing his track uniform underneath. He then turned toward Toby and gave him a smile. “Come on!” With a nervous smile, Toby pulled up his gown too, revealing his own uniform.
“Now pose!” Chad said, prompting the two to pose triumphantly as the cheetah’s mom aggressively snapped pictures with her phone.
“I need more smile Toby!” she called above the din of the cheering crowd, using her free paw to push aside a boisterous lynx parent.
“People are looking,” Toby muttered.
“That’s the point, dude!” Chad assured, “Just relax and enjoy the moment. We’re graduates, we’ve got to go out in style!” Toby sighed and with a newfound charisma pointed his finger into the air triumphantly.
“There we go!” Chad’s mom said.
“Whooo, we’re graduates!” Chad said as the two broke their pose and ran down the stairs, Toby trying to keep up with the cheetah. “Oh man this summer is going to be great but I can’t wait until we get to college! Are we’re going to room together? Of course, we are, and when we’re there we can do whatever we want. We can go to class then go play Frisbee then go get ice cream then do a little dance and…” Toby chuckled as he let Chad ramble on and on. Despite the cheetah’s excited tone, the bunny knew the cheetah only rambled like this when he was nervous. It was a big transition they were both going through and though Chad was optimistic by nature, the unknown was still scary. Still, the excitement that was buried underneath that fear was infectious. Toby could feel it radiating from his spotted friend, making Toby’s heart flutter too, though his excitement too was blunted. He was both dreading leaving his family, his farm, and his own town and heading two states away for school, but there was a little tickle of excitement in his gut about that sense of independence.
“How’d the pic come out, Mom?” Chad asked as he rushed up to his mother along the edge of the seating area.
“Oh, you two are quite the pair! You’re going to have so much fun next year!” the motherly cheetah said.
Yeah, I guess we will, Toby thought. I guess we will…
~~~~~
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You can find Tony’s amazing story in its entirety here: Growing Up Story PDF
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This is looking really good. I am loving it. It is so sexy and the style you used for the characters is amazing. Are you planning on doing more weight gain comic stories like this?
Aww thank you! I probably will be doing more of these in the future. It took a while, but I had a blast making this!
Your very welcome and that is great news to hear. I can't wait to see the next one that you do.
Lol, I like how Plokishmok is the principal and looking like, "really?" Still, these guys look so happy and energetic. Oh how that will change. XD
Haha, Plokismok probably got sick of their energetic antics and is glad they are finally graduating.
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