Summary: Canon Compliant and set about a month or two post-game. Rinoa pays her Father a visit and what she discusses how her becoming a Sorceress and SeeD’s intended goal. Theme: Change. Implied Squall/Rinoa
Note: You’re welcome Squinoa fans, I am tagging this because y’all don’t have enough positive Father/Daughter representation with Fury and Rinoa. Clean that up and do better.
Songs played during this story, courtesy of Legend of the Dragoon: Despair, a hint of Shana’s Theme & Lenus’s Death. Really sets the tone tbh.
The rain pouring outside of Caraway’s Estate was a testament to the mood that was present inside his house. The mansion that was once filled with life, laughter and love was growing dusty and dreary; hallow and empty. There were times even he didn’t enjoy being there himself, but Fury figured he would return home for once. When the end of the war was announced, his house arrest was rightfully lifted and he did what he did best, avoid the place that held many painful memories.
He stopped hiring maids to clean up the place since there was truly no point. All he ever did was enter from the front door and head straight to his study. That was the only place that was remotely clean because he ensured it was clean himself.
Upon returning, the General was surprised to find a light on in a room that was never on these days. He approached and saw a figure holding a stuffed lion through the cracked door. Without further thought, he knocked on the door, jolting the figure on the pink princess canopy bed. “Rinoa? What are you doing here?”
His heart torn in two. Out of all the expressions his daughter wore on her face, the one that appeared melancholic was his least favorite. He could handle contempt and her smug arrogance when she thought she out-smarted him. But never this forlorn gaze on the cherrywood floors.
Neither party spoke for what felt like minutes, but Rinoa lifted her chestnut eyes from the floor to him. Only she wasn’t meeting his gaze, she was seeing right through him. The voice that came out sounded meek and uncertain, “Can we talk?”
The stunned expression on his face couldn’t describe the wave of shock that washed over him. Realizing he had been staring for a moment too long with his mouth agape, he closed it and nodded. “Yes, we can. Is the parlor sufficient or did you want to—” He was cut off before offering the suggestion.
“Parlor’s fine.” She was quick in stating that. Leaving Fury to nod as he made a move to close the door. With only a sliver of light, he heard his daughter say, “Bring tea please.” It was her only request before he turned down the hall and down the grandiose spiral staircase.
With no cooks to assist General Caraway in figuring out where items were in the kitchen, he realized how he allowed himself to become complacent in requiring the services of servants. Thinking of his time in college and in the military, it was instilled in him to discover his own means of self-efficiency. So much for that when he couldn’t even find where the loose-leaf tea was.
After minutes of fumbling in the kitchen, he heard soft footsteps padding their way into the kitchen as he was pouring water into the tea kettle. Turning his head, briefly, he noticed it was Rinoa. She changed from her earlier ensemble and walked over in wearing a worn-out grey t-shirt, pink fleece pajama bottoms, and her hair in a messy bun. Yet, she wore an expression that suited her face better than his, a cross between bemusement and incredulous on her features. She looked exactly like him, and he knew that look too well that gives himself in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? Was usually the thought that warranted the look.
Trying not to appear inept in the kitchen. He told himself, even though he wasn’t staring at a mirror, he was looking at his daughter.
A clumsy smile started to form, “You know, the water is getting everywhere right?” Rinoa pointed out before walking around him to retrieve a dishcloth.
Looking down, he observed the error unraveling in real-time. The water flooded the electric kettle and the counter. Cursing, he set the pitcher down and moved away so nothing more could get on his uniform. Once the two silently made quick work of cleaning up his own mess, the water that boiled for tea was ready. He preferred chamomile tea, which he intentionally made strong since anything his daughter has to say needs his full attention. Fury can’t afford to have his nerves out of focus when he needs to be in control of them. He remembered that his daughter preferred lavender tea with a hint of peppermint oil. While she may be coming into her own as a young lady, that was still his little girl and he knows what she likes when she’s not feeling her best.
With assistance from his daughter, he carried the tray of water and their respective teas to go sit in the parlor. Turning on the light in the room, they opted to sit at the table nearest the window. The two wanted to observe the weather outside. It provided a minor distraction should the conversation prove too heavy for either participant.
Comfortably they sat and enjoyed their respective teas in silence. Until Rinoa herself broke the calm with a soft, “I have so much to say, but I have no idea where to start.” The dry laugh that came didn’t sound like her, at least not the Rinoa he knew. The anxious demeanor that permeated off his daughter struck the unease within himself.
“Start with what you feel is the easiest,” He offered, even though Caraway felt it wasn’t that helpful. The man knew what it was like to breach uncomfortable subjects, especially if it involved matters of the heart. Being honest about one’s emotions was one thing, but conveying it? That was something he could do brazenly in his younger days, but as an adult, he found himself more closed off and wary. The military and not having a living romantic partner to confide in didn’t help. Additionally, having a daughter look at his face with scorn would do that to a man. However, he had to be brave and there for her. She did pay him a visit after all.
“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out carelessly. This warranted him to blink.
“I… beg your pardon?” Did he hear that correctly?
“I’m sorry,” the shorter woman repeated and added. “I’m sorry that I’m one of the causes of our relationship souring.” She honestly looked him in the eyes before shifting them back to the expensive teacup in the saucer, distracting herself with the intricate designs.
“When I contracted SeeD to help the Timber Owls, I found myself getting swept up in their world—in their lifestyle.” Furrowing her brows, trying to find the right words. “I witnessed so many things and heard stories that made me cry whenever I had a moment to be alone.” A heavy sigh found itself expelling from her.
“It was all so intense, so scary. There were moments that I thought I was going to die because I wanted to be with them through everything.” Curling her finger tightly through the handle of the cup before releasing it. Her lips trembling as her voice started to shake and crack, “I wanted to liberate Timber so bad that in the grand scheme of things, there were so many things larger than Timber, bigger than anything I could have wrapped my head around.” Rinoa admitted, now finding herself fidgeting with the cloth on the table.
Caraway solemnly nodded his head, as he continued to listen. While he was grateful for SeeD for protecting his daughter, he worried that her exposure to their lifestyle was going to alter her perception of the world and not in a good way. What she was confiding in him was proof of that.
“All I wanted to do was show you that I can take care of myself, that I can handle the real world…” The line was reminiscent of one of the last fights he and his daughter had before she stormed off to become a freedom fighter for Timber. Her vehemently shoving in his face that she was an adult and could take care of herself, despite being a teenager. That she didn’t need him to suffocate her with his rules and overprotective grip on her freedom. The elder man found that that controlling nature he had on her was what drove her away and he had to deal with that aftermath ever since.
It triggered him into reflecting on the negative relationship he had with his own father. How his own rebellious ways constantly struck his ire and how he too, ran away from home, intent on proving his father wrong. The only difference is that his resentment stayed with Fury even after his father’s passing. He never reconciled with him or worked out the issues he had regarding his upbringing as the youngest boy the Caraways had. Thusly, he turned into the very thing he vowed he would not.
Now his daughter was an exact reflection of him in appearance, stubbornness, and fierce desire to stand up for what she believed in.
Oh, how the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“The world is larger than my petty problems. Life can be taken away at any moment and I don’t want to live the rest of my life hating you.” She confessed, her eyes misting over as her top lip quivered.
Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself to be strong. There were moments like these he missed Julia. If only she did not pass so soon into Rinoa’s life, things would have been different.
“Honey, I—” He sighed, thinning his lips before choosing his next words carefully. “There was a reason that I was being so critical and overprotective, you’re the only little girl I have. I would be devastated if I lost you too.” The pain in his voice wasn’t lost on either of them.
“Rinoa, I did not intend to be as overbearing as I was. That was just the way I was brought up and I figured if I could try to raise you similarly after your mother passed, that maybe I could shield you from the world.” He disclosed. Oh, how that had backfired, severely too. No one could tell a young child how to grieve. He couldn’t even tell a five-year-old how to grieve properly and what to channel that grief into.
“Frankly, it did more harm than good, and I don’t want to repeat that cycle of our relationship again.” Shaking his head, before he rubbed the back of his neck. “Truth be told, I should have seen the signs earlier, but I was blind.” And he did not want to believe that he was re-living a repeat of how he treated his own father. He did not want to come to terms that that was the reality of his relationship with his daughter. Acknowledging the problem was the first step, accepting it was a harder pill to swallow.
“I accept your apology as long as you accept mine. I want to do better for you and what better way than to start now?” He offered a lopsided smile, the one that always made Rinoa laugh.
“Yeah, I’d like that… Dad.” She smiled, as a lone tear had fallen from her eyes before she cleared her throat. Caraway was nervous because he felt that wasn’t all she had to share.
“Is there something else wrong, angel?” He tilted his head, brows pinched as a concerned feature donned his features.
She sniffed, causing her lips to tremble before bringing the napkin to her eyes as she dabbed them. It took her a moment to compose herself since it appeared to him that this must have been the heavier news.
“There’s something else too—” She started, but Caraway’s nerves got the best of him and so he jumped the gun with his assumption.
“Oh sweet Hyne, you’re pregnant, aren’t you?” He had to be sure. If she truly was, he really was getting a flashback into his life of being seventeen and “care-free”.
Unexpectedly so, Rinoa started to laugh until she coughed. He wasn’t joking, the man was worried. He was prepared to be told that she had a relationship with a man and was going to have the child out of wedlock.
“No, Dad!” She waved her hand frantically, though the laughter and light blush on her face didn’t help. This only quelled his nerves somewhat.
“I need you to do me a favor though.” Rinoa pre-empted as she managed to sober up. He nodded, however, Rinoa knew her father well enough, he needs to mean it.
“I’m serious, this is an honest test of trust in us trying to have an honest relationship together again.” She was trying to be firm with him, and he blinked, before vocalizing that he would listen. Caraway was, honest.
“Whatever I say to you, please respect me and my choices. I need to know I can trust you to not go flying off the walls.” Rinoa demanded the assurance and Caraway knew he had to provide it for his growing young daughter. Anything to make her feel comfortable.
Rinoa closed her eyes as she inhaled and exhaled from her nostrils before she began.
“I became a Sorceress during the events of the war,” The cold feeling that sank in his stomach made him wish that this was actually a joke. “Squall he… I told him to leave me at the Sorceress Memorial because it was the right thing to do. I was a threat to the country and to others.” Blinking back tears, she sniffed as she brought her head up towards the light above them.
“I appreciate him for saving him because I truly was scared of being frozen and preserved there, but…” Shaking her head she wiped her eyes. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, I do not want to hurt people.”
Caraway had to admit, he would have preferred if his daughter was pregnant. This was certainly not the news a man in his early forties wanted to hear. Especially since he rose to power during the First Sorceress War with all intents and purposes of bringing down a Sorceress. This news only caused his stomach to tighten and the grip on his porcelain china to almost break it.
“If something wrong should happen with my powers, whatever reason… can you take me to the Sorceress Memorial in Esthar?” Her dewy brown eyes looked to his for confirmation.
The man was floundering for words as he opened and closed his mouth. The fact that his daughter readily knew the risks of being a Sorceress, the very entity that put fear into others… it broke his heart for two reasons. The fact she knew that she was a danger and accepted that fate. The other reason was he agreed with her which hurt more than he could express.
The resignation he felt in that chilled realization was as pale as the expression he wore. Not his little girl, not Rinoa.
It was the better option and he knew that it was better than the alternative.
“Yes. Yes, I will do that for you.” Just nothing else, anything else is asking for too much. The middle-aged man thought, the pensive look on his features reflecting that.
They both nodded, accepting the weight of her words and the promise she wanted from him.
“I… I tried to talk to Squall about it, but he wasn’t happy about it.” The pained expression she wore would surely tact years on her face, he knew this. Squall… that name rang familiar.
“He is the young boy I contracted for the assassination, right?” He asked curiously, trying to put a name with a face. She nodded, before taking a sip of her tea, warm enough to drink deeply.
“Yeah.” She confirmed, her voice barely a whisper. It appeared she wanted to say more but she wasn’t too sure.
Sometimes, bluntness got to the core of it.
“Are you seeing him?” Might as well get this conversation out the way now.
The pink tint on her cheeks spread across to her ears before she decided to not back the rest of her tea.
“Something like that.”
Well, that answered his question.
“He seems like a fine young man, quiet, dutiful,” Shrugging, he presently couldn’t find any flaws in the young boy. He took everything seriously and knew how to act whenever a situation called for it. Yet, it didn’t align with the type of person his daughter usually brought (snuck) around him.
“Whatever that’s going on, just give it time.” After Julia died, Caraway made it an unhealthy habit to compartmentalize his own emotions, which in turn, frustrated his daughter. The boy seemed as though he didn’t express them well, but he is only basing his first encounter with him and that was strictly professional. Perhaps if they met in an informal setting, he could have a proper gauge?
“Dad, SeeD’s ultimate goal is to defeat the Sorceress.”
That statement created a pregnant pause that only allowed for the sounds of the rain pelting against the windowpane. The roaring thunder followed soon after as if signifying the shift in mood.
“None of them truly knew until it was revealed during the war, I—I still think about that fact a lot after the war ended.” She admitted quietly, tracing her fingertips on the patterns of the doilies near her.
“As much as SeeD has kept me safe until this point, I don’t want to feel like I’m under constant watch because of what I am now. What the war changed me into being…” Rinoa’s choked sobbing tugged at his heartstrings further. Sighing, he moved from his chair to hug her. What Rinoa wanted was to be heard and comforted.
He could provide that.
Yet, to know that that was SeeD’s motive was to eradicate the Sorceress? That band of mercenaries certainly had an over-arching goal that was greater than accepting a few missions from clients. Knowing this, he realized how that posed a threat to his daughter’s life.
“Tell me what you want, what do you need?” Caraway was a man of action, he knew if he was told to do something, even if it was damn near impossible, he would find a way.
“I want to live my life like I did before the war, but that’s not going to happen.” The chagrin in Rinoa’s voice killed him inside. She buried her head into his neck, holding him tighter.
Caraway was thinking of solutions, but one of the questions jumped to the forefront of his mind.
“Does anyone else know?” He inquired quietly.
“Aside from Squall and his friends?” Her voice got smaller as she physically felt herself shrink in her father’s arms. “…The entire country of Esthar.” The father couldn’t help but grip her tighter at that announcement. Sighing, she added with partial confidence, “I don’t think I want to openly announce it to anyone else.”
This could certainly make the situation complex since Esthar dropped their borders, allowing to receive and send out news to the world again. He hadn’t heard anything in the media referring to his daughter or seen her face at all, but he felt he should be glad in that regard. Sometimes wealth was a good thing, but he had no connections in Esthar so that could only make it tricky.
“Rinoa, I can do everything in my power to help you with that.” He replied earnestly, bringing her face into view of his. Her eyes were puffy and reddened by the tears. If he could stop his daughter from bawling like this, he needed to do something.
This prompted Rinoa’s face to contort into agitation. “Do not control me, Dad. I don’t want to have an escort or someone following me because you’re too paranoid to leave me out and about for too long.”
When Rinoa said all of that, he realized he did become almost exactly like his father. Unfortunately for his daughter, he out-smarted his old man with apt disguises. Surely that only vexed him further, but Fury did not want to put those thoughts into her head.
“Whatever you want, I’ll be supportive of you every step of the way.” He said confidently. The General’s paranoia was not buying the words he was selling to himself. He found that his younger, more liberated self was for his daughter’s second bout of independence. He felt he needed to find a balance since all he did was spoil his daughter, buying her with materialistic items since he wasn’t the best at expressing how he felt anymore. Now, he just wanted to be more honest with her and wanted the same in return.
This was a cathartic steppingstone in the right direction for them. They could start anew from this point onward.
Thinking about writing more wholesome Fury and Rinoa content because lord this fandom needs it.
I headcanon that Fury has that unnecessary visceral grip on Rinoa because he was exactly like her when he was younger. Having an only child and seeing her react in the same adventurous manner as he did growing up before enlisting in the military? That scared the shit out of him. The fact he has his own unresolved issues with his father, unfortunately, followed him into his relationship with Rinoa.
Let's hope for the best for them giving their relationship an honest shot!
One Size Fits All: Christmas Onesie
Christmas day had finally come, but instead of enjoying the time with his family, Caleb only had one thing in mind: opening up all of his presents. Despite his difficult upbringing after losing his parents at the age of 10, there was no sort of appreciation or love shown for his adoptive parents who had saved him from that shitty foster home he was a part of. Before the death of his birth parents, Caleb had been living a comfortable life as the Marshall family had multi-million dollar companies that allowed Caleb to be showered with lavish gifts regardless of the cost.
But after a tragic car accident took away both his grandparents and parents, there was no one able to take care of the elementary-aged Caleb, leaving the child to become part of the foster care system. Due to both his grief and his inflated ego, the child had constantly been a problem for every attempted foster family given his eagerness to lash out and spew vitriol towards anyone within arm’s reach.
Although this issue caused constant problems for the foster home in terms of finding a suitable family to take the child in, it had been a dream come true for Caleb. At 16 years old, the teenager had formulated a plan where he would essentially emancipate himself and convince his parents’ law firm to allow him to dip into his trust early so he could survive. But not only did the lawyers ultimately say no due to enforcing the terms of not being able to touch the money until he was 18, there was a foster family that had quickly scooped up the kid before he could even initiate his plan.
For the next two years, Caleb had been absolutely livid having to live with people that he viewed as utter trash. Although the poor genetics of the Wallace family was quite lackluster in the looks department, the physiques of his newest family members were the biggest source of disgust for the cocky and toned 18-year-old: they were quite big-boned and big-bellied individuals! Richard, the father, was the worst culprit of all in Caleb’s opinion, with crooked teeth, a scraggly beard, and a big flabby gut that hung over the lip of all of his tattered jeans. The mother, Lisa, wasn’t safe from Caleb’s judgmental comments either though as the teenager always found time to point out her double chin and shame her for wearing clothes that seemed to be a size too small.
Despite the indefensible behavior of Caleb, the Wallace parents still loved their adopted son and hoped that one day he would be able to properly deal with his grief and learn to love them as much as they loved him. They obviously knew that their lower-class standards were a far cry from the life of extravagance that Caleb grew up with, but they still tried their best to give their son everything he could possibly want (within monetary constraints of course). So, even though Caleb had a huge dislike of his family, there was one redeeming factor about them: they always went all out for Christmas gifts. He knew that the family was poor, but he didn’t care that they spared no expense to keep him happy and feel loved. To him, he felt like he deserved it all given his rough upbringing and the fact that he just assumed parents should always sacrifice their livelihoods on behalf of their children.
So, as the morning sun rose over their house on Christmas morning, the Wallace family made their way into the living room to look under their small Christmas tree and begin opening presents. Of course, Caleb insisted that he went first, grabbing all of his marked boxes and pulling them over to one side of the living room. As his parents tried to force their widest smiles, Caleb began ferociously tearing up every possible box to reveal the contents within. To his amusement, he had gotten practically every possible video game and designer piece of clothing he had asked for!
As he exited and entered the room for the next 20 minutes to try on each possible article of clothing to verify that his family picked the correct sizes, Caleb began to pick up on some slight arguments between his adoptive parents. Although he didn’t care for the most part, he was able to decipher that the root of the argument was how much money they spent on his gifts to the point where Richard stated he was going to need to work nonstop overtime to pay off the credit card bills used for the purchases. Instead of feeling apologetic, Caleb’s face had a permanent smirk as he continued to walk out and passively thank his parents for getting just “some” of the things on his list.
When it came to Caleb’s behavior, Richard almost always found himself quite furious by his son’s cockiness. But instead of rage today, there was a slight giddiness in Richard’s eyes as he pulled out one more present from the couch and presented it to his son. “I saw this at a new shop in the mall the other day and just knew you had to have it. I hope you like it son!” Richard said, his Midwest accent ringing throughout the room due to his natural deep and booming voice. Immediately, both Lisa and Caleb stared at the box in wild curiosity as they each tried to figure out what this mystery gift was.
Snatching the gift out of Richard’s hand with haste, Caleb immediately went to rip the paper off and tear open the box. When seeing such a large box, the cocky track star had assumed that the item was something expensive, but as he looked inside, this was proven to be wrong. Instead of another piece of designer clothes, Caleb found himself face-to-face with a folded up onesie. Immediately, his face contorted into a look of annoyance, but that quickly shifted to disgust as he pulled up the article of clothing and watched it unravel to be something clearly several sizes too big.
“What the fuck is this? This is clearly at least three sizes too big!” Caleb angrily growled, disgusted that his father would even attempt to give him a gag gift like this. As he looked around for the tag, he saw the size 2XL alongside a store name: The S-C Shop.
“Caleb, I know it’s a bit too big, but don’t worry! You’re going to grow into it!” his father replied with a smile, quickly sending the egotistical young adult into a rage.
“Fuck that, I’m never going to fit into this onesie. I’ll never let myself get so out of shape like you guys!” he angrily screamed, causing both Lily and Richard’s faces to drop into an intense frown. On a day meant to be uplifting while celebrating life and family, the adoptive parents had finally reached their final straw with their son’s outbursts.
“Caleb Wallace, go put on that onesie right now for your father or you’re grounded!” Lily quickly exclaimed, crossing her pudgy arms across her hefty bosom in an attempt to look intimidating. After a few more statements back and forth, Caleb ultimately gave up on the fight, stomping off away from the living room to go put on the gross looking onesie. As he made his way out of the living room, he could only hope that wearing the idiotic onesie would make his parents leave him alone for the rest of the day so he could just play video games for the rest of the day.
Upon entering the bathroom, Caleb quickly peeled off his tank top and athletic shorts so he was left in just his pair of orange Calvin Klein briefs. After taking another second to look and cringe at the onesie he had been gifted, the blonde-haired man unzipped the onesie and pulled himself into it. Immediately upon entering it, the thick fabric wasted no time causing the man to feel overcome with intense heat. Despite how much he was practically swimming in the oversized onesie, the loose fabric was still seemingly making quite an impact on his body. He knew that onesies were meant to keep people warm, but this fabric already had him sweating immensely from the neck down! Eager to just get the reveal over with, the man pulled the zipper up fully and began to waddle his way towards the living room in an attempt to prevent tripping.
After shuffling onto the couch, Caleb was stuck in the onesie as his family proceeded with opening their few gifts for each other. Throughout the entire experience, Caleb found himself becoming more and more overwhelmed with the heat that was quickly overtaking his body. When Caleb tried to unzip the onesie slightly to allow some cooler air to enter the onesie, the teenager was stunned by his father angrily yelling at him to keep the onesie zipped up all of the way. Despite attempting to tell his father about how hot he was and his fear that he was having some sort of allergic reaction to the fabric, his father insisted that he kept it on and stated that he could take it off once they were done with presents.
During this whole debate though, Caleb was completely unaware of the fact that the zipped-up onesie began to enact the perfect Christmas revenge for such an ungrateful teenager. Firstly, it started with the man’s arms, as they began to immediately bulk up within the sleeves. His frail arms began to grow huge as a mix of flab and muscle packed onto his biceps until they better fit the once-huge sleeves. Distracted while the man attempted to fan his hands in front of his face to cool down, Caleb was unable to notice the thickening of his fingers as they went from spindly to resembling mini sausages. Not one to be left out of the growth, the teen’s forearms also began to grow thicker as well while bringing along a sudden influx of body hair to complete the transformation of his arms.
As the warmth continued to radiate across his body, Caleb was somehow blissfully unaware of the fact that the magically-infused fabric was continuing to further change his body. Up next, the man’s torso began to undergo the largest transformation yet. Beneath the fabric, Caleb’s tight six pack was slowly bulging outward until it gave the impression of him just simply having a rather large meal. But that tightness didn’t last for long however as the man’s rear end defied him and allowed a mild case of flatulence to escape from his body. As the gas escaped him though, the tightness in his stomach faded away yet the outstretched stomach remained as flab suddenly manifested in place. Within seconds, the man had been left with a slight gut that jiggled with even the slightest of movements… but the changes weren’t done yet!
Within a few minutes, Caleb’s slight paunch had turned into an undeniable bulging gut that was actually pressing against the shaggy fabric of the onesie. Feeling that tightness, the former twink looked down towards his stomach, causing him to finally realize just what was happening to his body. “Holy shit, I’m fucking fat!” Caleb cried out, looking up to his adoptive parents in pure shock as he cradled the foreign flab.
Although he was relieved to see his adoptive parents take his declaration seriously, their response didn’t meet his expectations. Richard looked at his son and delivered the ultimate blow “Son, you’ve always been big-boned, you’re a Wallace after all!” he said, chuckling to himself as he patted his hardened beer belly and looked at his wife and gave a wink. While Caleb just viewed this as some cruel joke by his adoptive father, the next statement from Lily proved that something strange was going on.
“Honey, I know you’ve always wanted to try and lose weight, but I don’t think you look bad at all! Just try to relax and try to enjoy the holidays with us!” Lily calmly stated, flashing a wide smile that Caleb somewhat found both calming and alarming. What was going on to his adoptive parents where they couldn’t remember who he really was?
I have never been overweight, I used to be a track star… right? Caleb thought to himself, growing confused as he suddenly found himself at odds with what was truth and what was reality. While he had remembered being a skinny track runner, there were new and stronger memories quickly making their presence known that urged Caleb away from track and towards another sport: football. Instead of being some frail track star, there were memories manifesting that showcased him as being one of the intimidating linebackers on his high school football team. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more prominence those memories took in his head as he thought about the various games he played.
While Caleb continued to let his mind be rewritten to better match his evolving form, more changes began to occur as he sat back and relaxed in his chair. Taking a deep sigh of relief, his torso grew in response as his gut became wider and thicker while his modest pecs quickly pushed out to be a flabby pair of moobs. Upon the inclusion of the body hair that now adorned his doughy and pale stomach and chest, Caleb absentmindedly pulled down the zipper of the onesie to help provide some cool air towards his sweaty frame.
As new memories began to emerge for the bulging football player, Caleb soon began to remember the various injuries that his body had endured as a result of such an intensive sport. Hell, he could feel the pain of a broken shoulder as if it was yesterday (even though new memories told him it occurred back in his senior year of school). Wait, I’m not even graduated yet, Caleb thought to himself, closing his eyes and grimacing as he tried to locate the appropriate memory to match his inner commentary. But alas, his search came up empty-handed, only finding memories that reminded him of the fact that he had lost out on a college scholarship due to that injury nearly 10 years ago. He wasn’t 18, he was actually 27 years old and still living at home!
Still sitting down as he slowly began to accept his new reality due to the confusion becoming too overbearing for him to endure further, the man’s lower half finally began to undergo the appropriate changes to match the rest of his upper half. Immediately, the man’s hips began to widen, creating an ass so wide that the addition of flab basically wedged the man into the now-small chair. But that wide expansion for his rear end wasn’t all though, as the man was oblivious to the fact that he was rising up several inches in the chair. Along with this, the predictable addition of body hair made its presence known as it quickly coated the man’s thick ass and even ran up the man’s back. Reaching a hand back to scratch his derriere due to a sudden itch, Caleb could feel the slight tingling of his still-expanding ass, but just attributed it to sitting down for too long. By the time it was all said and done, Caleb had absolutely been gifted an ass so thick and wide that it would certainly always make its presence known in any pair of pants that he ever wore.
On the opposite side of his waist, the man’s crotch began to undergo its own changes as well. At first, the growth was a blessing, bringing the man’s moderate 4” soft dick to a more impressive 6” length. But as with the rest of his body, the sudden inflation via the infiltration of adipose tissue began to quickly negate that growth. With the thickening of his crotch along with the addition of a fat pad, that 6” soft length became only 4” of usable real estate.
Further down, the man’s thin yet muscular thighs began to grow as they thickened up yet still maintained some muscle due to its necessity for lugging such a hefty body around. The slight thigh gap that he had quickly faded away as the thighs ultimately touched due to the expanded size. Continuing downwards, Caleb’s calves also lost their previous definition as they were replaced with thicker calves that would surely struggle against the smaller athletic socks he owned.
Now that the changes were done from the shoulders to the feet, the head was the final part of Caleb’s body to undergo its changes. At first it started simple, as the man’s long blonde hair began to quickly recede into his scalp. But as it continued to be reeled in, any onlooker could have noticed the color shifting as it began to grow darker to the point of being a dark brown shade, the same one that his new biological father had. The man’s once well-maintained eyebrows started to grow thicker as well, adopting a bushier appearance as the color darkened there as well. But as the man’s nose began to widen and grow thicker, his face also began to lose some of its youthfulness to better match his new age of 27. Due to the added weight gain all over his body, his face was not saved from such changes as well, as his cheeks grew chubbier, his neck grew wider, and his chin doubled to leave him with a rather round face. While most of this age progression would have seemed awful to the real Caleb, the growth of a thick and bushy beard would have been the one thing he would have loved (if that original persona was still around somewhere). Within seconds, the thick bristly facial hair pushed forth from his skin until he was left with a beard that certainly could rival the good old Santa Claus himself!
With these final physical changes finishing up, the man’s mind was the last to undergo its transformation as it provided every essential tidbit of information to help the former Caleb Marshall adapt to his new life of Caleb Wallace. Memories of past relationships (with both men and women), late nights of going out to bars with his best friends and former classmates, and experiences of growing up in the Wallace household since birth all began to invade his mind as they completely replaced Caleb Marshall with someone better.
Opening his eyes after the memories finished replacing his old self, Caleb looked around and smiled as he watched his parents open their few presents for each other. Even without many gifts, they had the biggest smiles on their face, which made Caleb quite happy. Although his life didn’t turn out exactly like he wanted (such as his dreams of going pro for football), the overweight ex-jock was quite content with the life he had. Given the fact that he had lost the full-ride scholarship to play sports in college, the Wallace family had no way to help their son through college. But for Caleb, that wasn’t a total loss as he was able to find the perfect job: working at his father’s car repair shop. He had fond memories of working with his father out in their garage throughout childhood, so it just seemed like a natural evolution to do the same for a career as well!
While it certainly wasn’t the ideal career that Caleb had in mind, the job paid well and it also allowed him to remain close to his family. Plus, his father had even promised to hand over the business to him one day once Richard retired. Although there was some strange voice in the back of his mind saying that he hated his family and they weren’t his real parents, Caleb shrugged it off since he knew that he loved them with all of his heart. They did the best they could given their financial situation and that was totally acceptable to the 27-year-old. In fact, the best gift of all wasn’t expensive items: it was being able to spend time with your loved ones.