The museum alarm starts to go off and the lights come on to drive away the shadows. The members of the security personnel who were working late at night began to move in search of the person who dared to break in. But much to their chagrin, the intruder had already achieved his goal and was fleeing through the vent to the roof.


The cover of the conduit was thrown with a strong kick allowing the thief to go out on the roof and being the light of the moon and the stars the witnesses of him.


The thief was a monkey with purple fur and bright amethyst eyes. He wasn't dressed up as a stereotypical thief. In fact, the monkey wears a harlequin costume whose predominant colors are dark blue and scarlet red.


"How disappointing, I even bothered to send a letter of introduction..." The monkey said with an exaggeratedly dramatic sigh and then smiled. "I guess I'll have to settle for taking this with me." He said triumphantly holding up his loot, a large ruby in the shape of a heart. A piece of great value.


"You shouldn't brag so much when you haven't even achieved success." A firm but graceful voice said coming from above.


"Uhh?" The monkey looks up from him finding an unexpected scene. “Holy Peanut Butter Bananas!” He exclaimed surprised but with a growing smile.


A raven subtly descends from the night sky, only to let his companion descend to the museum roof to accompany the thief.


In front of the monkey was a cat with orange and yellow fur, wearing a rather elegant light gray suit, a top hat of the same color and a blue bow tie. The cat also carries a cane, complementing his elegant image.


“A last-minute guest has joined the party.” Teases the monkey with a mischievous little laugh. "To whom do I owe the pleasure?"


The feline twirls his cane once in his left hand, picks up his top hat, and does a meticulous crouch. “From the cat office. I am Baron Humbert von Gikkingen, the person who created me gave me that name." After introducing him he put his hat back on. "But many call me Baron for short."


“Wow! What a big butt!” The monkey said ignoring all the elegance of the feline.


The Baron blushed at that remark. "I'll ask you to retract."


"No, no. Your butt is definitely big. It looks like you've stuffed a couple of melons down your pants." The thief said making gestures with his hands, further embarrassing the feline. “Your pants are custom made right? If it's not like that, I don't understand how they can contain those great pair of buttocks that you have back there.”


The Baron's face was red from the thief's nerve to imply such things. Yes, he has a seamstress who is in charge of making arrangements for his clothes. But his ass is not that big! Of course not! He has eaten fewer cakes in the last few months for it!


The cat clears his throat trying to ignore that and return to his elegant demeanor. “S-say what you want! But I won't let you steal that ruby!" He raised his staff like a sword without losing his stance, ready to stop the thief.


"Surrender yourself, you have no way to escape." Toto, the raven said supporting the Baron flying behind him. No matter where the thief tried to run, he would catch up with him.


  "I guess there's only one thing to say... catch it!" The monkey threw the ruby to the side of the roof, several meters up.


"The Rubi!" Toto exclaimed imagining what could happen if the gem hits the ground.


The Baron hurried to run and jump over the safety bar that encircles the roof, holding on with one hand and reaching out with the staff with the other catching the ruby. The cat sighs in relief despite literally holding on several feet up.


But that relief didn't last long.


"Nice catch, Buttbert." The monkey was behind the cat, sliding his hands under his jacket. "Let's see if your raven friend can do the same!"


The Baron couldn't do anything to avoid being pushed and starting to fall. "Toto!" He called as he clung to the ruby and trusted his mate.


The raven flew quickly and managed to grab the feline by the shoulders. "I have you!" Both returned to the night sky to look for the monkey. "I do not see it."


The Baron began to search the surroundings, but his concentration was cut off by the feeling of a breeze caressing his fur, specifically his legs. Looking down caused the cat's face to turn so red that it was visible even at night.


The Baron's pants had fallen to bunch up around his knees exposing the cat's legs, a tight white speedo that left nothing to the imagination, especially from behind.


“T-Toto, come down. We managed to prevent the jewel from being stolen, that's the important thing." The Baron said wanting to put his pants back on and return the gem, in that order.


However that was not possible. As they started down a group of guards surrounded the area. They were first surprised to see the cat with the small garment and hips that put most ladies to shame. But when they saw that the cat had the ruby in its hands, they pointed their weapons.


"Stop there! Bu-say, hands up!” Said the leader of the guards trying to be serious despite how exposed the suspect was.


The Baron felt his face grow even hotter. He removed his top hat and used it to try to cover the front of him. "This is not what it seems…"


"Looks to me like a big-ass cat in a thong and his raven tried to take the ruby heart." The guard said making the Baron more uncomfortable.


“We prevented the monkey from stealing the jewel. With or without big butts or thongs.” Toto said he was annoyed at being mistaken for a thief.


"He's a speedo!" The Baron said trying to defend his dignity.


One of the guards' radios began to play. He started talking to someone on the other end, he seemed surprised and then he went to his superior whispering a few things.


"What? Really?" The leader of the guards grimaces and looks the cat up and down. “The Baron, I suppose. The director wants to speak with you in his office. So if he can hand over the ruby and maybe pull up his pants." He extends his hands for the jewel.


The Baron handed the ruby over to the guard. He put his hat on, exposing his bulge as he reaches down and pulls up his pants. What?" But when trying to adjust the straps, the cat discovered that they were broken. "When was that..." The cat remembered the monkey sliding his hands into it. At that time the monkey must have done this.


The Baron grimaces and pulls at his pants, having to struggle a bit to get them to cover his butt. The bad thing is that the tender bulging meat did not help to keep the pants up, they slipped slightly so the cat had to stop and raise them from time to time. That all eyes were on him only made it worse as he headed towards the main office.


There a turtle in a beige suit and white shirt was waiting in the office, adjusting his glasses from time to time. The walls were lined with bookshelves of history books, and a copy of a golden skull rested on the desk.


Hearing some knocks on the door, the turtle spoke. "Forward."


The Baron adjusted his pants once more and entered the office maintaining a professional image. He removed his hat from him and made a meticulous bow. "Director Watson, it's good to see you again."


"Oh, Baron, there's no need to be so formal. We've known each other for years." The turtle smiles jovially. "Have a seat, I have some tea over here."


The cat took a seat in front of the desk, aware of the drastic slippage of his pants as he did so.


The turtle placed a hand on his shoulder before he could adjust them. "Thank you very much for answering such a sudden call."


The Baron responds with a nod. "I'm glad I did."


The director Watson walks around the desk and opens one of the top drawers and takes out a small card. "This seemed like some kind of tasteless prank. But history is too valuable to neglect." He placed the card in front of the Baron.


The cat picked up the card by examining the card. It was white with banana prints and seemed to be written in purple crayon. The calligraphy wasn't very good either. "In the cloak of night, the monkey seeks to steal red bananas, stealing their pride." Then there was the name of the museum, today's date, and a signature. Prank-Monkey.


The Baron couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It was certainly hard to think about this seriously. "Certainly, this would seem like a child's prank."


"I thought the same thing at first." The turtle places 2 cups of tea on the desk and takes a seat. “However, the date alarmed me. We have just finished preparing a new showroom with the ruby as the main piece and tomorrow is the opening.”


The cat places its chin between his index finger and thumb while he thinks about it. "So the red bananas and stealing pride must refer to the ruby." He picks up one of the tea cups and tastes it. A delicious English black tea.


“There is no doubt that it is, he tried to steal it. And he would have made it if he wasn't for you." The director said with a serious face as he drank his own tea.


However something bothers the Baron. And that's not his pants.


The director snapped the Baron out of his train of thought. “I want to thank you again for your help, old friend. I would like to reward all your help.” He said with a soft smile.


The cat raises its hand to cordially reject. “That won't be necessary. I am pleased that I was able to help and stop a crime.”


"Oh come on, I'll feel bad if I don't do something for you." The turtle opened another desk drawer and took out an envelope. “I hope you can at least accept this, they are tickets for the opening gala of the new room of the museum. Something semi-formal with champagne and new exhibits. And feel free to bring whoever you want with you.” He said adjusting his glasses. “It would be an honor to have you along with the rest of the prestigious guests.”


The Baron smiles at his old friend. “It will be an honor to participate in such an event.” He stands up to accept the envelope with the tickets. Or at least that's what he tried. The Baron found that his behind was tighter in the chair. (It can't be? How did this happen… Was it the cake I ate? But it was only a slice!) The feline thought.


The director Watson notices the tension on his friend's face. "Is something wrong?"


"I-it's not just... I was thinking about... looking for a companion for the gala." The cat lied. He placed his hands on the armrests of the seat and lightly began to push as he covertly wiggled his butt back and forth to get out.


The turtle lets out a light laugh. "It's hard to imagine that you have few options, the ladies have always been attracted to you."


The Baron's face turned slightly red, it wasn't ladies he was interested in. "I suppose." He said with a slight hesitation but that helped him think about who to take.


The Baron managed to get out of the chair, he got up with some abruptness. Which was a big oversight since his pants slipped down his legs again, leaving him exposed again. In private but in front of an old friend. Both of them were shocked and the Baron's face began to turn more and more red.


The director clears his throat to cut the silence. "I see you've made some changes to your... wardrobe." He said unable to stop watching how the cat's big butt peeked out.


The Baron pulled up his pants, holding them up with one hand as he took the envelope. "I just need to take these pants to my tailor." He said without being able to see his old friend's face. "I guarantee that this will not happen again."


"Mhhh... by the way... are you still eating as many cakes as usual?" The turtle asked, it was evident that his friend's butt had grown. 


The cat understands what that question refers to and looked away in shame. "Ahem. I think I should go, it's getting late and we'd both better be rested for tomorrow." He said with the intention of leaving before something else happens.


The director Watson can't help but laugh at seeing his stoic friend embarrassed of him in front of him. "Sure, let me walk you in case the door hits you in the butt on the way out."


The Baron felt his hot face as he walked next to the director Watson as he had to hold onto his pants so as not to be exposed again. As they left the museum, they both shook hands, promising to see each other tomorrow at the opening gala.


The Baron climbed on Toto's back, sitting cross-legged so he wouldn't have to hold his pants. In his hand, the cat observes the envelope with invitations. He already knows who will be his main companion, but there are still plenty of invitations. "What do you say, Toto, do you want to attend the party?"


"I appreciate your consideration, but a party in a closed place and with delicate things is not the best place for someone like me." The big raven said politely. “Will you invite Mason? This could turn into a date opportunity.” Suggests the raven.


The cat's cheeks heated up. "Yeah, I thought of that... I just hope Mason is free for this sudden invitation." He said remembering how dedicated and passionate Mason is to his work as a tailor. It was one of his charms that attract the Baron.


"We could go and ask him." Toto proposed. "He will be in his home?"


“Knowing Mason, he's still at work. Unless Leila forced him to go home to rest.” The Baron said looking at the moon. "Let's try."


“Changing the tide to Scratching Post.” The raven said turning around and flying across the night sky. The little wind caressing his wings ensures a calm trip.


Scratching Post, a small and quaint tailor shop well known in the city, thanks to the impeccable work of one of its members. Back in the day people would come for small alterations to their elegant clothes, some emergency repair and in some cases for a complete outfit for a special occasion. But the tailor shop was closed at this time.


However someone was still working at the back which is usually not seen by customers.


In the workshop surrounded by bales of various fabrics, rolls of thread of all colors, pads with needles and other sewing tools was Mason Wright. A cat with beautiful, well-groomed black fur, currently wearing a red sweater with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, blue pants, and nice white shoes. Though the dark cat was concentrating on the outfit before him.


Mason was putting the finishing touches on a wedding dress. The pristine white fabric seemed to shine in the light from the room. The meticulous pattern on the fabric was so subtle yet dazzling, a bit of ruffles decorating the cuffs and around the neckline and a crystal delicate veil. It was the dress that any woman would love to wear on a day as special as her own wedding.


Mason looked down at his work with a big, proud smile. He took a lot of work and had to move slowly to make sure every detail was perfect. And he can now say that all that time invested has been worth it.


The euphoria of the black cat was interrupted when someone began to knock on the door of the store. "Oh no, someone must have seen the lights on." Mason said to himself thinking that he was some person looking for a tailor late at night. It would not be the first time for the cat. The problem is that this is usually accompanied by a scolding from his friends the next day because he doesn't get enough rest. "One minute!"


Mason lowers some curtains to cover the mannequin with the dress and prevent anything from happening to the delicate garment. With that done, the cat headed for the entrance.


Mason was ready to apologize to whoever was on the other side and ask them nicely to come by early tomorrow morning when the tailor shop was open. But instead his face lit up with a smile at the sight of a very well known elegant gray suit and an even better known orange fur. “Oh, what a nice surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure? Ripped pants again?"


The Baron's cheeks lit up. “N-no! Well, my pants are torn. But I came to see you for other reasons!" The red on his face only grew as he stood there, holding his pants up in front of his partner.


Mason chuckles softly. He had fixed the Baron's pants so many times but the orange cat always acted shy and embarrassed, which he loves. "Okay, come in, you can tell me everything inside, unless you'd rather wait for your pants to drop." The black cat couldn't resist joking with his boyfriend.


"I'll go in, thank you for receiving me despite being so late." The Baron said entering the store with a red color on his cheeks. Of all the moments, this was the least indicated to have problems with his pants.


They head to the back to talk at ease. But mainly because Mason had his sewing tools there. "So what is it this time?" The black cat asked as he searched for his needles and thread. “Back seams tore, button flew off, zipper broke?” He asked listing the cases from the past.


Mason has mended and adjusted the Baron's pants so many times before, but nothing seems to be enough when it comes to that big orange butt. Not that Mason is complaining, it's always been fun watching the Baron get flustered and embarrassed about it. Besides, he also can't deny that those big buttocks are very attractive.


The Baron was about to speak. But he was so distracted by embarrassment that he didn't notice the door handle, his pants snagging causing him to lose his balance and stumble into Mason.


"Gahh!" Both cats fell to the ground.


Mason was on the ground, groaning slightly. "What was th-!" The black cat almost choked on his own words, his face turned red from what he was feeling.


The Baron had a softer landing thanks to him landing on Mason. More specifically, his face and hands on the prominent rear of the black cat. The orange cat hadn't noticed yet, so he didn't know that he gave one of his boyfriend's buttocks an inconspicuous squeeze. It wasn't until he lifted his face from him and tried to apologize that he realized their position, turning just as red and embarrassed as his girlfriend over this clumsy accident.


"I-I'm so sorry!" The Baron said with a nervous voice.


Mason gritted his teeth for a few moments to keep from squealing in embarrassment so he could clearly say something to his boyfriend. "Then drop my ass!"


The Baron looked down, indeed, his hands were still on the other cat's buttocks. "Dahhh!" The orange feline gives an undignified cry and jumps up so fast that he almost comes out of his pants in the process. "Very sorry! It was not my intention!"


Mason stood up silently, his face red with grief. He dusts off his clothes, not being able to meet the Baron's face. Although when he had his head lowered, what he did see were the orange cat's bare legs, the package contained by the speedo and his rear peeking out. "L-let's go there before you do another nonsense!" Mason exclaimed and turned, walking quickly to the back room.


"Y-yes!" The Baron almost tripped over his pants, but this time he managed to stay on his feet and then scrambled up his pants to follow the black cat.


Being in the sewing workshop, Mason began to look for his tools to start working. "Then how did you rip your pants this time?"


The orange cat's face was hot. Even without seeing him, he is sure that the tailor was red while he was looking for the materials. "Actually, someone broke the suspenders that help keep the pants up."


Mason stopped, his ears perking up with interest and he turned to look at the Baron. "That's new. Take off your pants and tell me how it happened.”


"W-what?" The orange feline could already feel his face turning redder. "Can't you fix them while I'm wearing them?"


Mason rolls his eyes. "No, your pants fit because of the size of your butt, so I'd be poking you with the needle all the time." He explained as he holds out his hand waiting for the pants. A mischievous smile grows on his face. "Besides, it's not news to see you in your underwear and your big butt sticking out."


That could also be said in reverse, but he wouldn't readily admit it.


The Baron tried to accept this defeat with dignity, as much as he can be by taking off his pants. He took a seat on a small bench that was there to remove his shoes. Then the Baron slid his pants off leaving his legs bare and the bundle of him being covered by the speedo.


Mason watched all of this as if it were a show, paying special attention to those big buttocks bouncing slightly and being slightly contained by the speedo. The black cat had a blush and his pants felt tighter as he took the other cat's pants. Very similar to when they first met.


Mason clears his throat and looks slightly to the side. “You know… we are alone in the store and no one will come to interrupt us so…”


The Baron could see where his girlfriend was heading. "So…maybe I could take off more?" He already felt his face heat up and turn red.


"I-I would accompany you on that too!" The black cat said a little nervous and quite embarrassed as he makes the proposal.


Although this was not the first time that the two of them had done something like this, especially since it helped the orange feline not feel so uncomfortable about being almost naked...


They both acted the same in this situation, looking away with embarrassment, but at the same time wanting to see the other with as few clothes as possible and being unable to say so.


The Baron plays with his bow tie. "I mean... would you be up for it?" After all he was forced not to wear pants, taking off the rest of his clothes wouldn't make much difference to the orange feline's dignity. But he didn't want to force his boyfriend into anything.


"S-stop always asking that." Mason felt the heat rise. “I was the one who proposed that from the beginning. So accept it once and for all!" The black cat showed how up for it he was by starting to remove his sweater.


The Baron's eyes widened as he saw the sculpted body of his boyfriend begin to be exposed. That slender body covered in beautiful black fur.


The seamstress carefully folds the garment and places it on a table. He realized that the other cat was just watching. “W-w-what are you waiting for!?”


The orange cat swallows and he begins to remove the rest of his clothes, always shooting glances at the other cat as they both undress. Not that the other cat wasn't doing it too. At least until it was time to take off his pants.


Mason remembers that it's what he's wearing underneath, this was more embarrassing. The feline unbuttons his blue pants and slides them off revealing attractive legs, a butt and a bulge that is contained by an orange speedo with blueberry design.


The Baron had already taken off his shirt, revealing his firm torso and being left only with his white speedo. The blue cat's eyes widened at the choice of his boyfriend. "Those are-"


Mason covers his forehead half naked. "Not a word or you'll go home in your underwear!" He exclaimed, his face red as he hid a building erection.


The Baron swallows hard and uses his hat to cover himself, he would die of embarrassment if Mason turned his boner. But how not to be hot in this situation? Both are very attractive cats, they love each other, they are alone and almost naked. That was unavoidable.


Mason needed to take his eyes off his boyfriend's big ass. "Let's see what we have here." The seamstress took the pants. Mason's expression turned serious as he saw the damage not only to the suspenders, but also to the seams where they connected to the pants to hold them up. There was no way this could keep anything up. "How did this happen?" The expert eyes of the black cat quickly analyzed the rest of the other cat's clothing. "Your jacket and vest are not damaged." Mason turns and starts searching for the materials as he listens to the other male.


And there it was, that professional and serious side of Mason, seeing the black cat being so accurate made the Baron shudder slightly. It's good that he will use his hat to cover himself. Then the Baron began to talk about how an old friend called him, about the robbery letter, the thieving monkey and how he was responsible for the malfunction of his outfit.


“Hmm! So you let anyone slide their hands on you? I'm very disappointed." Mason said pretending to be annoyed, but the smile on his face betrayed him. He had collected his tools and meticulously placed them on his workbench. It seems that his concentration on his work helped his forget about his semi-naked state.


The orange cat knew he was teasing, but his face continued to feel hot at the sight of Mason's butt moving from side to side, shaking with each step on those little speedos. Blueberries have never looked so tempting and juicy. “I was focused on saving a priceless jewel.” He tried to defend himself but reflecting. “Also, I'm not sure, there was something strange about that monkey…”


“You mean his outfit? It sounds ridiculous, completely ridiculous." The seamstress critiques as he checks the damage on the pants one more time. "He came out of some circus or something?"


The Baron smiles. “Not everyone can have exquisite taste in fashion like you.”


Mason paused as a slight blush formed on his cheeks at the sudden compliment. "T-thank you." He said sounding shy all of a sudden.


The Baron continued. "He also didn't have as well-groomed and shiny fur as yours."


Mason's tail waves with the compliments. He mutters. "I don't think thieves care for his fur." He slides the thread over the head of the needle.


The orange feline was almost certain to make the proposal to him when he saw the swing of his boyfriend's tail. "And he certainly didn't have a beautiful body like yours."


  Mason nearly dropped the needle as his heart pounded making his blood heat. The cat is grateful to have his back turned, otherwise his girlfriend would watch as he lifts his speedo.


What the Baron can see is the fabric sinking between the large cheeks of the black cat. The orange cat swallows and adjusts his hat to cover his own erection. "Nice ass." He let out with a breath.


Mason might as well be fuming when he heard that. "P-pervert…" He whispered in a shaky voice, so low that his girlfriend didn't hear him.


The Baron gathered his courage, replaced the hat on his head, got up from his seat and approached the other cat from behind. "There's something else I want to tell you…" He slides his hands to Mason's sides to hug him gently, hoping that this way his boyfriend won't notice his erection.


YEAH! Mason was feeling it brushing against his ass! The black cat dropped the needle and thread from his hands, he could only shudder and swallow as his heart and mind raced at 1000 kilometers per hour.


The Baron speaks with a soft and sweet tone. "Mason, there's something I'd like to propose to you… I know it's something sudden but he waited for you to accept…"


(It can't be… he wants to propose me to do that here? At my workplace of all places? This is so inappropriate, especially coming from him! …But it feels so exciting.) The black cat already felt itself gasping. slightly for anticipation.


"Mason I want…I want you to come with me to a gala tomorrow."


"Oh Baron! Me too-!" Mason processes the words the Baron said. "... what?"


"A gala at the museum, I have the invitations in my jacket pocket." The orange cat walks away from his boyfriend to look for his jacket.


The cat felt his blood and his head warm, but now for different reasons.


The Baron hadn't noticed this yet. "It's a gala for the new room of the museum, they gave me a couple of invitations because I stopped the thief from taking the main piece." He found the envelope with said tickets and showed it to his boyfriend. "It's tomorrow night, I know it's a short time to prepare, but I was hoping we could turn this into a date and…" The Baron noticed the red face and the annoyed face of his boyfriend.


Mason exhales through his nose and pinches the space between his brows. "Seriously, was all that for a gala?" He wasn't sure whether to be upset or embarrassed by what he thought.


The cat realizes that something was wrong, but he did not understand what. For the first time the problem was not the lack of clothes. "Something's wrong?"


"I prefer not to say at this time." Mason sighs as he slowly calms down. "So a gala, a gala of elegant people to be held tomorrow." He takes a deep breath and crosses his arms. "I don't know, it's quite sudden, I need to prepare my outfit and I would have to leave work early with almost no notice."


“I'm sure Leila and Connor would agree to cover for you to get out a little earlier. And everything in your wardrobe is fabulous.” The orange cat pointed.


Normally the Baron would not insist, he would accept someone else's explanations and reasoning and leave without causing further trouble. But he was different when it came to Mason. The Baron wanted to spend time with his boyfriend and take him to a fancy place. Sure, a museum sounds boring at first glance, but they were talking about a gala. There will be plenty to see and people to talk to. Even high end food and drink.


"Is there anything I can do to convince you?" The Baron asked trying not to sound desperate as he tried to convince his boyfriend.


Mason had to cover his mouth to stifle a small laugh and hide a smile. He felt very special when the Baron was like that, especially with little clothing.


That gave him an evil but very funny idea on how to get back at his boyfriend for what happened before. Even if Mason was the one who misunderstood. “Well, I have something in mind…”


  The orange cat recognizes that look and knows that a strong blow is coming to his dignity and pride.


Mason walks over to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his neck, inching closer until his bare chests meet and he can see the nervous look in the Baron's eyes. "If you want me to walk you to that party tomorrow, I want you to walk home… ONLY wearing your speedo, gloves, shoes, bow tie, and hat."


Thanks to the fact that the Baron was almost naked, it was possible to appreciate how the red rose up the feline's body to his ears. "WHAT!?" He asked hoping he had misheard.


The black cat smiles at its prey. "Did you hear me. I want you to leave your fancy suit here and come home…” He runs a finger down the Baron's bare chest. “...with that body and big butt for the world to see and appreciate.”


The orange cat was quite nervous and blushed. Getting exposed by an accident is one thing, but getting out that way on purpose? Just imagining himself doing that makes him feel like an exhibitionist pervert! “It's…it's a prank, right? You can't wait for me to d-ahh~!”


Mason kissed the Baron's neck, causing the elegant feline to startle and flinch. He knows a few of his buttons and this seemed like a good time to push them. “I'd love to see you do that for me, it would show how much I mean to you, my attractive and elegant big-ass cat~” He places another kiss on his neck.


From the beginning the Baron had no chance to win in this battle. He had practically melted into the dressmaker's arms. Since the Baron does almost everything Mason says, there was no denying the handsome black feline anything when he behaved this way. Not to mention the closeness of the almost naked bodies of him.


“Well…” The Baron said gasping for breath. "...I'll do it...just for you..."


Mason was so happy, flattered, anxious and excited about this. To think that someone like the legendary Baron Humbert von Gikkingen would notice him and do such things. Mason felt like the luckiest cat ever.


“Then it's a deal~” The black cat kisses the other cat sweetly. The Baron reciprocated by making that little kiss last for more than a minute.


As soon as the kiss ended, the orange cat began to "dress" to go out. He would have to take advantage of the darkness of the night to cross the city and reach the cat office. "I'll come to pick you up tomorrow, sorry for the short notice."


Mason spanks his boyfriend's butt, causing the cat to let out a slight, undignified squeal as his big, round buttocks quiver on the skimpy fabric of the speedo. "Stop apologizing, you're doing this for me." Mason picks up the bow tie, ignoring the other's boners, he helps position it properly around the orange feline's neck.  "I don't know what I did to deserve a man like you."


The Baron puts an arm around Mason and brings him up for a kiss. Then as he looks into his eyes he says in the sweetest way possible. "To exist, with that I have already become yours."


The black cat's face became completely red again and became nervous. Compliments are one of the buttons of him. "No...don't say things like that when you're almost naked." He said sounding coy, but his waving tail doesn't lie.


"And who is responsible?" The Baron jokes lightly as he adjusts his hat.


Mason looks away, pretending to be upset. "Go away. I have to work on your pants and then go home. If Leila catches me spending the night here again, she will cut off my tail.” He has some business downstairs to take care of, but it doesn't need to be mentioned.


The orange cat chuckles slightly and reaches for his staff. "Nobody wants that."


The cats looked at each other, they walked together to the entrance of the store and Mason opened the door for the Baron, still smiling at the other. As if only they existed in the world. But evidently it was not so. The tender moment turned into an awkward silence when the two half-naked cats met a raven.


Toto looks away. "Uhh... should I have gone?" He said to break the silence.


Both cats are still frozen with embarrassment. They got caught in one of the dumbest ways doing…whatever you call what they were doing there.


“... … … DAAHHHH!!” Mason yelled in embarrassment and tried to cover himself with his arms and legs. Finally his brain reasoned that he should go into the store and close the door. And it was exactly what the embarrassed cat did, in such a hurry that he ended up hitting his boyfriend's butt when he closed the door.


"Yeek!" The Baron boy for the 'spanking' he was given and stumbles forward.


"SEE YOU TOMORROW!" Mason yells from inside the store.


Toto was sweating from how awkward all this is. He didn't need to see the black cat to know that his face was incredibly red and steaming. "So..." The crow turns to see his orange friend. "...about his pants..."


The Baron straightened his tie and tried to look dignified, even though everything was against him, then cleared his throat and spoke avoiding eye contact. "This is... a promise... Mason agreed to go with me tomorrow... but I have to go home like this." I wish there was a better way to explain it, but there is literally no good way.


Toto caresses his neck with his right wing. He was unable to understand how the cats came to this or why Mason was also nearly naked. "Well, I can fly him and no one will see him like this." The raven offered, just like other times in the past.


"I appreciate your concern, but Mason asked me to walk." The Baron politely declined. "I don't plan on cheating on a promise."


"You can't be serious, it's a long way home if you walk." Toto said. But he knew by seeing his friend that he would not back down. The raven sighs. "As you wish, Baron. Just try not to lose any more clothes along the way.”


The thought of that and having to run naked made the cat lose its stoic face. “I… I'll be careful. Thank you for your concern."


Toto flies away, looking back one last time to see if the cat was calling him. Since that did not happen, the raven flies until it gets lost in the darkness of the night.


The Baron shivered as he felt a night breeze. At least he still had his shoes. "I'd better hurry up, I need to rest for tomorrow… please no one is waiting for me in the office." The cat began to move, always peeking around every corner and alley. Looking for any shadow to hide and empty roads. He will have a hard time getting to his home in those conditions. Especially since he had to stop and pull the speedo out of his butt several times.




“Ohhh~ I found two mischievous cats with big butts~”


---


The Baron rode several streets with only his white speedo to cover his private parts. The cat had to make several turns and take other paths because some streets were very busy despite the hour. He was sure that some people saw him, leaving only hope that no one recognized him. This was so humiliating and wrong… but exciting at the same time.


The Baron's heart was beating fast as the night air caressed his bare fur, his bottom and pack bouncing freely with each step. There was a certain adrenaline rush to the danger of being found out and singled out. And remembering that he's doing this for Mason increases those feelings, overcoming the shame. Something you could tell in the raised bulge of the speedo and a small wet spot that formed on the tip.


The Baron stopped in an alley and leaned out to look around, he was concerned by what he saw. There were some officers patrolling, currently they stopped to drink a coffee for the long night shift. The cat had to cross here or it would take too long to get to the office. But if the officers see him it is certain that he would be arrested for indecent exposure.


The cat brought a hand to his chin to think about what to do while his other hand dug into his butt to pull out the speedo that had been sliding inside him giving him a natural wedgie. But before he could come up with something completely unexpected happened. The cat's speedo grew, rather inflated suddenly! "Meow!" He gave a rather undignified meow when this happened. It was as if an airbag had suddenly activated and was pressing around the Baron's hips. Somehow the Baron's ass looked bigger. So much so that he accidentally knocked over a trash can that was behind it. "Shit." he mutters.


The noise alerted officers. They leave their coffees on the hood of the police car and grab their flashlights as they cross the street. The officers turned on their flashlights to illuminate that place to start checking it.


Above the officers, holding on to a clothesline, was the Baron. The cat sighs quietly after barely making it there to avoid being seen. He watches as the officers search the alley, reaching the other end and exiting. The Baron took the opportunity to let go, he staggered to the landing due to the new thickness of his now inflated buttocks. The cat made a quick run before the officers returned. It would have been quite funny to see him, with his legs spread wide like a duck and a big moon-white butt swinging from side to side.


The Baron made sure to distance himself from that place before stopping to examine what had happened. "How did this happen?" He wondered to himself touching his ass, watching it bounce from the slightest touch. The cat blushed at that and then thought of something. "Did that monkey do this?" He said as he continued to play his speedo.


It seemed to be the only thing that made sense to him. That person was the only one who had his hands so close to the Baron, not counting Mason, of course. The black cat is somewhat mischievous with the Baron but he would never play with clothes like this.


The Baron blushed as he continued to touch and examine the only garment that separated him from the nude, feeling how the airbag bounced and rubbed against his private parts, it was a sensation, different but... something nice? The cat tried to sit on the ground, it was difficult to balance but his rear was strangely comfortable. He literally had a personal cushion to use at any time.


Or at least he had until the speedo suddenly deflated causing the Baron to fall onto his still-big ass. "Meow!" He meows in surprise and shock. “Huh. Now what happened?" The Baron stands up with a slight grimace and rubs his buttocks which are again almost exposed. He checked the garment, inside and out, trying to find some kind of device, but there was nothing. "Mhhh..."


The Baron didn't take more than 5 steps before his speedo inflated again. The cat could feel some sweat forming on his forehead. “This is not fun…” He mutters, his face red. He begins to waddle and sensing that someone somewhere was laughing at his big puffy butt, the feline could practically hear it.


At the end of the long journey the Baron found his home in sight. Fortunately no one was around and the lights in the surrounding houses were off, so the cat could breathe calmly while he walked at a relaxed pace. He noticed that even Toto was not around. "Knowing Toto, he stayed away so it wouldn't be awkward when I arrived." The cat had already been exposed in front of his friend long enough for one night, so he was grateful if that's the case.


The Baron entered through the double doors to breathe easy in the privacy of his home out of sight of anyone.


"Baron?"


Those hopes were crushed as soon as the orange cat found someone inside his home. Another of his friends, Muta. A large fat cat with fur almost entirely white with the exception of its left ear. Muta was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper and eating cake until he was surprised by an almost naked Baron.


The orange cat flinched and hastily covered his erection with his hat to hide it from the other cat. "I... can explain this..." his face was burning.


"...Finally you and Mason fucked?" Muta asked without mincing words from her. He didn't seem to find anything strange about the orange cat either. Maybe Muta was used to seeing too big a butt to be surprised now?


The Baron's face reached a new shade of red. "MUTA! Don't be indecent!"


The bigger cat narrows his eyes at him. "I don't want to hear that from a nudist."


The orange cat wanted to respond to the vulgar words of his friend, but he was in the worst position to do something like that. "Just… We'll talk tomorrow! I need a shower and go rest!" The Baron, still covering his crotch, hurried towards the stairs. He wouldn't win any argument tonight.


Muta watches the other cat come up, noticing a few things. The Baron's large buttocks threaten to swallow the rear of the speedo, becoming more exposed and bouncing with each step. "It's like he's going to have pillows on his butt." The big cat blushes slightly as he watches and wonders how well someone could sleep using those big buttocks as a real pillow.




The Baron entered his room and closed the door with his tail, taking a whip as he rushed. "Wow!" He forgets that he must stop doing that.


The orange cat caressed his buttocks and pulled some cloth between his buttocks. "He hated the natural wedgie these things give me…if it wasn't for Mason…" He notes that his penis is still hard inside the tight material.


The Baron decided to take care of that matter during his shower and then sleep naked. He didn't have the energy to fight through his pajama pants tonight.
The next day the Baron spent almost 20 minutes sitting at his desk with the white speedo he used the day before. The tiny garment was again deflated. No matter how much the cat touched and squeezed he couldn't find anything strange. "How did he manage to inflate my underwear like that?"


Many would say that he was taking this matter quite seriously. And they are right.


The Baron put that aside and turned his attention to something truly important. The appointment with Mason. Everything had to be perfect for his beloved feline. Sure, it wouldn't be a conventional date, they're attending an event, but he'll still try his best.


The Baron went up to his room and closed the door with his tail. "Ow!" Again he smacked her butt into the door. "I must change that habit or find a way to reduce the size of this..." The cat said as he massaged one of its buttocks from the blow.


Leaving that aside, the Baron went to his wardrobe and opened one of the drawers, specifically the drawer of his underwear. This was going to be a special night and even though he doesn't plan on showing anything, he wanted to wear something special. It was so that the Baron took out a special garment, a white speedo with rose designs.


Why was this space? Because the Baron was wearing something quite similar when he and Mason first met. But that will be for another story.


The Baron left his special speedo on the bed and then looked for the outfit that he would wear that night, which the others will be able to see. This consists of black shoes, smart gray pants, a white button-down shirt, a pale yellow waistcoat, a smart black coat, a red bow tie, white gloves, and a black top hat. This was, to put it in some way, the gala dress of the elegant feline.


The Baron made sure the suit was perfect, without any wrinkles or lint. Always remembering Mason's tips for treating different fabrics well. The cat smiles satisfied as he leaves his suit fixed and hung up.


The Baron took a long bath to get his fur spotless, toweling every inch dry and then brushing his fur to look well-groomed. The cat put on some cologne and proceeded to get dressed. Although the speedo with roses is tighter than the cat remembers. He then had to wrestle with his pants quite a bit.


"You look very good tonight, Baron." Toto congratulated from his pillar.


Muta was sitting by the entrance with a hot coffee and a slice of strawberry shortcake. "Is it really necessary to dress up so much to go see a bunch of old stuff?" The cat takes a big bite of his cake, "The food in those things isn't even that good."


"As if someone ever made the mistake of inviting you to a gala!" The raven exclaimed annoyed. "And it's not all about food, fat cat!"


Muta got upset. The big cat swallows the rest of his cake and gets up from his seat. “Come tell me to my face if you have the courage! Dirty bird!”


“Why don't you try climbing? Maybe that way you'll lose some of that fat you're carrying!” All challenge. "Your stomach is even bigger than the Baron's butt!"


"Uhh!?" The Baron was shocked and embarrassed that his behind was used in such a way. Is it possible that his acquaintances do the same? Sure, his buttocks are awfully tight in his pants right now, but it shouldn't be that noticeable. The orange cat tries to look over his shoulder to see how much his behind sticks out.


Muta was trying to climb up the pillar right now while Toto kept saying things to him. Not that they could help the Baron with his ass anyway.


Before leaving, the Baron picked up a paper bag with something inside and his cane. "I'll be back quite late, so don't wait for me." He informed the friends of him.


Toto turns to see his friend. "Good luck with your date."


Muta kept trying to climb using his claws. "Try just going pantsless in a room with your boyfriend." It was his way of saying fuck tonight.


"MUTE!" The raven and the elegant feline caught his eye.


--


It's a nice day and the weather is nice, so the Baron chose to walk to find Mason. It is safe to do this now that he is fully clothed. With a cheerful and animated step, the orange cat headed towards the house of his boyfriend. Like a lovesick fool, he told himself that nothing could ruin this date with Mason.


The orange cat arrived at a railroad crossing, stopping when he saw the security gates coming down and the lights flashing to indicate that a train was about to pass. Other people who had to pass by began to gather, too many actually.


That is quite common and not a problem. "Yeow!" At least it was that way until the Baron felt some daring put his hand on his behind and gave it a cheeky squeeze. The elegant feline jumped slightly, red in the face of him turning to face the cheeky person who did that. But the people were crowded together, no one seemed to have done anything, and they didn't have any suspicious looks either.


The train passed and moments later the security barriers went up allowing people to pass, breaking up the small crowd. Whoever did that surely took the opportunity to get away too so as not to be caught.


The Baron was somewhat annoyed, but he adjusted his top hat and continued on his way to Mason's house. He would fix this somehow another time.




The elegant feline decided to make a small stop at a small but charming flower shop. The Baron observed that there were a few bouquets of roses prepared and ready to be sold.


The manager notices the elegant cat observing the bouquets and approached him. "Hello." She greets with a small bow. "Are you interested in a particular branch?"


“Yes, I am looking for something for my partner.” The cat said with a smile.


"She's quite a lucky person." The manager assumes that the cat had a girlfriend. “Red roses are a classic that everyone loves.” She points to the bouquets on display.


“R-Red roses!” The manager covered her face with both hands. Although then she opened spaces between her fingers to see those roses on the customer's butt.


The hole in the pants is big, not as big as the orange cat's butt, but you could clearly see the white speedo that had started to get between the Baron's buttocks and that particular flower design.


The Baron stood up with the bouquet of roses in one arm and used his free hand to remove his hat and cover the back of it. “I… will take these.” He tries to ignore the embarrassment.


The manager nods silently and hurries behind the counter. The Baron left the flowers there and took out his wallet to look for the money, it was difficult to do while he covers her behind with his other hand. But it was better than showing his ass.


The cat came out of the flower shop carrying the flowers and the paper bag in one arm and covered his bottom with his hat with his other hand. He looked strange and drew the glances of some passers-by, who lowered their gaze to the broad hips of the graceful feline.




After an embarrassing walk, the Baron arrived at his destination, Mason's house. The orange cat tried to adjust his suit before heading to the door and ringing the bell.


"Just a moment." Not ten seconds passed before the door swung open revealing Mason. The black cat had his fur well groomed as always, but wearing something different for the date. Dark blue jeans, a polo shirt and a gray coat. Something stylish and modern. “Wow! You look so good in that outfit~”


The cats admired the other, both being elegant but one being classic and the other modern. The appreciation continued until their gazes locked causing both their hearts to pound and then they exchanged pleased smiles.


"These are for you." The Baron spread his hands with the bouquet of roses.


Mason blushed as he accepted them. "They're so beautiful, you shouldn't have bothered." He smells the flowers that still have a sweet scent. Mason notices the paper bag hanging from his boyfriend's arm. "Don't tell me it's another gift."


The Baron blushed remembering why he had brought this. "Not. That is.."


Before the orange cat could explain that a voice spoke up from across the road. "Hey! Mr elegant! Maybe you want to buy some new pants!” He said a mocking voice followed by uproarious laughter.


The Baron blushed deeply and hurried to cover himself again. Mason looks at his boyfriend with a knowing look and a smirk on his lips. “You and that huge ass of yours always giving me work. You're lucky I have my own tools at home." The cat opens the door wider and stands aside, inviting his boyfriend to enter. "Forward. You just trying not to bump into anything with those big buttocks."


"Not because we will have a date will you leave that, right?" The Baron asked as he enters.


"Where would the fun be in that?" The black cat said with a soft laugh as he closed the door. When he turns to follow the other cat his eyes widen and his cheeks heat up at what he sees. "A-Are those roses?" He perfectly remembers that design, how could he not if he had even dreamed of it in the past.


The Baron froze in place of him. He slowly turns his head over his shoulder, showing his flushed face and making eye contact with Mason. “I… thought I'd wear these since it's a special occasion…”


If Mason's heart was beating before for the gift he now found himself pounding at the sight of these new 'roses' that his boyfriend is wearing for the date.


Manson led the Baron into the living room. "I'll go get my sewing stuff, you start taking off your pants." Saying that to his boyfriend at home felt different.


The orange feline nodded his red face and proceeded to unbutton his pants, which clung to his big behind making it difficult to get them down. But once that was done, the Baron sat down in an armchair, took off his shoes and then his pants. The cat tries to cover himself with his shirt and hat, he also feels different doing this in Mason's house. Especially the feel of his bottom in the soft chair.


Mason returned with a sewing kit, sitting next to his boyfriend. "Okay, let's see what damage your big butt did this time." He said before taking the pants and checking them. “Wow. It's a big one. How long has it been since you wore these pants? The cat asked, trying to focus on the conversation and the work in front of him and not on the attractive orange cat with the big buttocks sitting inches away.


The Baron looks away and caresses his cheek with a finger. “Some time… I only wear it for special occasions… like our date.” He clarified.


The black cat could already feel his cheeks heating up as he slipped the thread over the head of the needle. "Huhh, so what do you have in the paper bag?" He asked trying to get his mind off thoughts of the other cat.


The Baron's face brightened even more. "Well... you see... last night after I left the workshop..." The Baron proceeded to tell his boyfriend everything that happened during their underwear walk, omitting a few details so as not to die of embarrassment.


Mason listened intently, pausing from time to time to laugh over what his boyfriend was telling his. It was hard to work with a needle when they tell you someone's butt had suddenly blown up like a balloon. Or in the Baron's case, a blimp.


“So…you want me to check your underwear? I didn't know you had those fetishes.” Mason tries to make fun of his boyfriend, but he too was blushing at the idea.


The Baron tried to avoid eye contact. “I tried to find some device to explain what happened, but I couldn't find anything. You are an expert in clothing so I thought…"


"I will never let you forget this." The cat said with a hint of mischief as he cut the thread. "Finished." He holds up the Baron's pants. The repair is nearly invisible, someone would have to stick their face into the cat's rear to see that.


"You really are capable of magic with your hands." The Baron praised.


Mason blushed at the compliment. "It's not a big deal… just try not to tear your pants during our date." He handed over the pants and then took the paper bag.


The Baron started to pull on his pants, squeezing his big buttocks so his bottom could get in there. As always having difficulties in that part. Meanwhile Mason was red in the face as he went through his boyfriend's speedo looking for something.


The black cat finished first. "Mhhh... strange, there's nothing, not even a scratch." He returned the garment to the bag before this got difficult. "They didn't put anything in there."


The Baron had managed to pull up his pants, now he was trying to zip and button. "Then how is it possible that they inflated last night?" He was confused.


Mason crosses his arms and then spreads them out to the sides. "Magic?"


The Baron knows that his boyfriend is joking, but he can't rule out that possibility. He literally wouldn't be there if it wasn't for the magic and efforts of his creator. "Would someone really use magic for something so ridiculous?"


"Especially since your butt itself is already quite big." Mason points with a smile.


The orange cat blushes, losing all seriousness in his face. He clears his throat trying to look serious again. "Well... we should go, we should get to the gala."


The attempt to change the subject was very obvious. He got up, walked over to the Baron and adjusted his bow tie. "Don't be embarrassed about it...I find its very attractive." He confessed and then kissed his boyfriend in a soft and sincere way. 


The Baron kisses back, turning it into a more passionate kiss as the cats wrap their arms around each other's bodies. They enjoyed everything about each other, their company, the warmth of their bodies, their mixed breath, the taste of each other's lips and the affection for each other that was transmitted with every little action they did.


The moment could have lasted forever if not for the need to breathe. The pair of lovers separated their lips a few centimeters, with a thin thread of saliva connecting them. Still holding onto the other they tilt their heads, putting their foreheads together and smiling like the pair of lovebirds that they are.


The Baron broke the silence. "As much as I like this, we should go."


Mason knows how important this was to his boyfriend, so he nodded and they parted ways.


Both cats lightly arranged their clothes and left Mason's house to head towards the museum. The Baron took advantage of the walk to find out how Mason's day at the tailor shop was and if he hadn't gotten into trouble. The black cat looked very pleased and proud as he talked about how everyone praised him for the wedding dress he had touched up, freeing himself from being scolded and getting out early that day.


The orange cat delicately takes the hands of the black cat, lifts them up and kisses them gently. “You really know how to do magic with your hands.”


Mason flinched, blushed, and practically melted at it. “You, flatterer…”


--


A short time later the couple of cats arrived at the museum, which had been lightly decorated for an elegant party. There were several notable cars filling the main parking lot, so the expectations of the guests were high. Both cats approached the main entrance where a guard stopped them.


The monkey guarding the door spoke before the Baron could take out the invitations. "Baron Humbert von Gikkingen, we have been waiting for you."


That took the orange cat by surprise. "Really? How could you recognize me?


“The director gave a very clear description to everyone.” The monkey said with a smile. “A rather graceful orange-furred cat with a huge butt.”


Mason couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "That's a good description."


The Baron trembled slightly and his cheeks grew hot. "He has said that to many?"


The monkey nods and suddenly pulls out a box. “The director of the museum requested that this be given to you and your partner.” He opened the box revealing a set of rose pins, one white and one red. They almost looked like real flowers. "I hope they are to his liking and to the liking of his companion." the monkey said.


The Baron's eyes widened at the unexpected gift. "He didn't need to bother." He said thinking of politely declining the gift.


Mason leaned in slightly, looking at the pins. They look not only beautiful, but also quite delicate and expensive. He could hardly get something like that for his boyfriend.


The orange cat noticed his boyfriend looking at the pins. He thought Mason liked it. "I'll be sure to thank the headmaster for this, thank you very much." The Baron took the pins, holding one in each hand. "Which would you like to use?"


"Huh?" The black cat looks at the flowers, then at his boyfriend. "Is it alright for me to wear something like that? I mean, they are very refined items."


"Of course." The monkey intervened. In a somewhat daring way he took the white brooch from the Baron's hand and walked over to Mason to place it on the lapel of his jacket. "Beautiful things deserve to be together." He said giving the black cat a wink.


Mason blushed at that and at the ape's audacity, not knowing how to react.


While the Baron made a face, getting somewhat jealous. "Thank you, now we must go inside." The Baron takes Mason's hand to lead him into the museum.


The monkey waves his hand to say goodbye to the cats. And with a mischievous smile. "Watch out for the doors, we don't want them hitting his butt!"


“I can't believe how daring that guy is. And in full work." The Baron spluttered in annoyance.


Mason was led, so he was behind him. "I can't deny it... but didn't you think there was something strange about him?"


The orange cat stops and looks intrigued at his partner. "What do you mean?"


The cat had this feeling that something was wrong, but without being able to pinpoint what it was. "Maybe it was just my imagination." Mason then picks up the red rose pin and begins tucking it into the Baron's jacket. "It's a gift from a friend, isn't it?"


The orange cat lets out a light sigh. "It would be rude not to use it."


After that the cats made sure to look good to finally enter the great room that was being inaugurated in the museum.


The walls were lined with old paintings, there were pedestals ranging from small fossils to precious gems with the Ruby Heart being the featured piece of the display. People wore formal attire, beautiful dresses, and sported jewelry. It was evident that they were people of great resources, some of whom were benefactors of the museum. There were tables with fancy sandwiches and butlers handing out glasses of champagne.


“I think I recognize a few faces.” Mason mentioned, seeing some of his most demanding clients. “They really aren't my choice for socializing outside of work.”


Barón looks around, the few faces that he recognizes are because said people have appeared in the newspapers. “I don't see the director Watson around here. I guess we can browse the exhibits until we run into him." The orange cat took the initiative.


The black cat follows his boyfriend closely behind him, careful not to run into any other guests. Both cats approached the paintings on the walls to appreciate the works of art. Whether portraits or landscapes, they all had a beauty that could not be questioned. Mason mostly appreciated vintage oil portraits.


The black cat was looking at a picture of many people in a port, a wide variety of different species and types of clothing of the time. "I wonder if the painter made the people in exactly those clothes or if he improvised."


"Why? Isn't it clothes from that era?" The Baron asked curiously.


"The design of the clothes is correct, but there are tones that do not match the time." The cat pointed. “In the old days there were no varieties of tone-scale painting, so the painters of yesteryear were somewhat limited in that regard.”


The orange cat nuzzles his chin. "Curiosity, they couldn't mix the paint for that?" He takes advantage of the fact that a waiter was nearby and picks up 2 glasses of champagne, offering one to his boyfriend. "That's pretty basic stuff in schools."


Mason shrugs and receives the cup. "I don't know, maybe they didn't think about those things at that time or they wanted to maintain the purity of each color." He drinks a little.


“Enough of both.” A voice spoke behind the cats' backs.


They turned to find a turtle dressed as a field archaeologist. It was the director Watson. Behind him were a few companions.


"Dr. Watson, it's good to see you." The Baron extends his hand. “I wanted to thank you for the invitation and I also want to thank you for t-”


The turtle takes the cat's hand with both hands, shakes it enthusiastically, and interrupts the cat. "Silly stuff! It is thanks to you that we have the main piece of our exhibition! Unlike. I appreciate you could come!" The turtle seems to be brimming with excitement tonight. "I hope you didn't get stuck in any doors."


The Baron literally blushed at the final comment. "I'm fine."


The doctor's companions soon surrounded the orange cat.


"So you are the famous Baron Humbert von Gikkingen that has been talked about so much lately?" One of them asked looking at him from head to toe.


"Do they call him 'Baron' by an official title or is it really his name?"


"Are his pants tailored to his butt?"


"Are you some kind of freelance detective?"


"How could you get such a big butt?"


"How come you stopped the thief?"


“Did you stop him using his ass?”


Those people did not hesitate to storm the Baron with questions. Mason couldn't help but see this as how popular his girlfriend is with this distinguished group of people. Is it the kind of treatment that he always receives? The cat felt a little small.


Although the truth is that the Baron was overwhelmed by this attention and sudden questions. "My apologies, but I would like to return to my a-"


Suddenly the Baron's pants expanded! Blowing up like a balloon, especially in the butt! That was so sudden that a man behind him was nearly knocked over and the button on his pants flew off so far that it fell into a lady's champagne glass. She looked like she was about to faint from it.


"Gah!" The orange feline gasped, surprised by his own now-bulging pants. Everyone around was shocked.


Mason's eyes widened. Then his eyes drifted to the Baron's puffed behind, no kidding, it's quite big and…tempting.


The director Watson adjusts his glasses observing his old friend. “Huh. Were you holding your ass?" He knew that his friend's hips had grown, but this exceeded his expectations. "That must have been a lot of cakes."


“N-No! This is air!" The Baron presses his pants to prove it.


Mason approached with a smile. “Not bad, sure you can sit anywhere and be comfortable.” he joked. But then his jacket inflated in the same way! His arms looked swollen and his back looked like an air pocket. “W-What is happening!?” He said confused.


The surprise caused the champagne glass to fall from Mason's hand and break on the floor. The sound of glass breaking drew more people's attention. Many did not know whether to be surprised by 'the 2 big cats' or laugh at how strange they look.


The director Watson strokes his chin as he gazes at the felines contemplatively. "Interesting. Was that some kind of novelty device or something?"


Mason adjusts his jacket with red cheeks. "I assure you that it is not."


The Baron lowers his head towards the turtle. “I… I would like to be able to explain it.”


“That would have been an interesting story. It is a pity." The director Watson sounded disappointed. “It would have been fascinating if they both had a device, like in the movies. By pressing the pin to block blows or stop collisions.”


The orange cat could feel a bead of sweat on the side of his head. He had forgotten that his old friend is also a fan of spy movies. Some more peculiar than others and with really…unique devices, to put it nicely.


The orange cat leaves his empty glass on a waiter's tray. "Excuse us, but Mason and I need to go freshen up a bit." The Baron excused himself to go to the bathroom.


"A thousand apologies for that cup." Mason apologized and followed his boyfriend.


The feline couple had to ask a guard for directions to find the bathroom. As soon as they arrived and saw that they were alone, they began to feel their clothes in search of anything out of place. Mason even took off his jacket to check. Only to find nothing.


The Baron gave a serious look, crossing one of his arms and bringing the other up to his chin. He was trying to reflect on what was happening.


But before coming up with any ideas, Mason's shirt puffed up comically making his stomach look huge. "Don't even think about calling me fat." Said the black cat with an annoyed look and a red face.


The Baron smiled finding his boyfriend's appearance and anger amusing. At least until his thin shoes stretched out to nearly a meter in length. The cat lost its balance and landed on his rear, feet planted firmly on the ground.


"That's already ridiculous enough." Mason pointed.


Just like the other time, inflation didn't last long and the cats' clothes returned to normal.


"The one responsible for this must be nearby, tampering with our clothes in some way." The Baron said as he stood up. And his pants fell down. "Huh! The button."


Mason blushed at the sight of the rose-patterned speedo again. "I understand that people notice you, but I'm not someone special for this kind of pranks."


The orange feline was struggling to get his pants up his behind when Mason's comment caused a click in his head. "Prank Monkey!"


"The man wearing the ridiculous suit who tried to rob the museum last night?" Mason asked a bit incredulous. "I'm sure he would recognize a purple monkey in a jester outfit."


"Certainly, but he could have disguised himself as a guest, he probably wants to steal the ruby heart." The Baron said seriously. "This shouldn't be more than a distraction."


"If that's so, what do you want to do?" The black cat now asks worried. "We should notify the museum director and security."


"No, that could cause panic among the guests. This gala is very important to the museum and to Mr. Watson." With everything taken care of, there was only one option left for the Baron. "Let's stay close to the ruby to protect it."


Mason smiles, he liked to see his boyfriend determined and willing to help in any situation. "Very good, but first…" The black cat takes out a small kit for emergency sewing. "...Let me take care of your pants, sweet ass."


The orange feline's face changed to an embarrassed look.


The director Watson reached the men's room. The turtle entered hoping to have a word with his friend. But he found quite a different scene.


Mason was crouched down, his head level with the Baron's waist and both hands on his pants. The cats' ears perked up at the sound of the door, meeting the shocked gaze of the museum director.




A hell of explanations after that misunderstanding the knights returned to the great hall.


Fortunately, after what happened, the Baron was not approached as before. Actually, the people who approached the couple of cats kept a certain distance. It was as if they were worried that the Baron's butt would jump up again and do something towards them.


Well, they weren't far wrong. For the next hour or so, the cats' outfits inflate randomly. Mainly the rear of the orange feline. Or was it that big? It's hard to say. Some guests were even starting to question if this was actually some kind of performance.


"I'm sorry this wasn't a worthy date." The Baron said, his pants puffed out.


Mason had on oversized shoes, drank some champagne, and then spoke. “This has been a date… different. But I wouldn't say it's a bad date." He said smiling.


The orange cat is a bit surprised. "Are you serious?"


“The art in this place is quite inspiring. I have ideas for new designs.” Mason said sounding encouraged, wanting to innovate on his work. Then he smiles. "Besides, with this going on, I've had you to myself most of the time, instead of you being surrounded by other people asking questions about your big ass."


The Baron's cheeks flushed red. “I admit, that was weird and uncomfortable… even more so than these pants right now.” He said already used to the sensation.


Mason laughs lightly and jokes. “I prefer my pants to keep looking good.”


"And they certainly look good." The cats share a small laugh.


The director Watson approached them again. "I hope you are enjoying the evening."


The Baron nods. "Yes... excuse these... unforeseen events."


Mason blushes and looks down. “And the misunderstanding in the bathroom.”


The turtle can't help but laugh, so he covers his mouth. "Let's make an agreement, I'll forget that if you tell me where you got those beautiful brooches."


The eyes of both cats widened when they heard the turtle. The Baron did not hesitate to ask. "This wasn't a gift from you?"


The director Watson adjusts his lenses. "Where did you get that idea?"


“The guard at the entrance handed us the pins.” Mason said gesturing to the accessory on his jacket. "That monkey said they were a gift from him."


"Monkey?" The turtle asks completely confused. "There is no monkey among our guards, they are all canines."


Mason and the Baron exchanged glances. "The guard!"


At that moment, the lights in the hall went out, leaving total darkness and making the guests worry. This lasted almost half a minute until some lights came on, which were illuminating the Baron, Manson and the entrance of the room.


The supposed guard monkey enters by standing under the light. "Too bad, someone has sat on the banana cake and the time for fun is over." With a quick movement, the monkey sends the guard uniform flying to show off his harlequin outfit and purple fur with a smile. "Let's kick off the final show tonight!"


"I won't let you steal the ruby!" The Baron raised his cane making clear his intentions to defend the jewel. "Your thefts end here."


"Who said that I was looking for the ruby?" Prank-Monkey laughs. "Actually, he's pretty and all, but I never really wanted that thing." He sticks out his tongue slightly and winks.


"You lie!" Director Watson said annoyed and pointing at the monkey. "It is clear that in your letter you meant the ruby with those words and you tried to steal it last night!"


“Oh that? I just grabbed the first thing I could find to get attention and ran, but no one could catch up with me until Cat Butt came.” The monkey shrugs as if the gem theft was a prank gone wrong. "Why steal a glowstone when I can do this?" Prank-Monkey snaps his fingers.


The guests were really confused about what was happening here, being only able to watch and wonder what will happen. But no one was prepared for what happened next.


All the Baron's clothes started to inflate! The orange cat didn't just have a huge butt! He had big arms, a big stomach, thick legs, and big feet! The Baron seemed ready to fly like a balloon!


But it turned out not only the Baron, Mason's clothes also began to expand! “H-hey! Stop what you're doing! This jacket costs more than your ridiculous costume!”


"This is… absurd!" The cat said trying to move, but the bulges of his clothes make it almost impossible. "Why would you do this?"


Prank-Monkey had an excited smile, like a child seeing the Christmas presents under the tree waiting to be unwrapped. He snapped his fingers again. The feline clothes were on the edge, so this time it was too much. The cats' clothes exploded! The air was blown to the surroundings like a current of wind and pieces of cloth were blown away!


All was silent.


For a few brief moments, people started laughing at what they were seeing.


The Baron was standing in his top hat, bow tie, gloves and his white speedo with rose design! Everyone could see the almost naked and exposed body of the orange feline! Especially his big buttocks that stand out a lot!


Mason was in no better situation. The black cat had only kept his shoes and his orange speedo with blueberry design. His butt was not that big, but certainly round and attractive!


Both cats were so red when they looked at themselves and then at each other. “BWAAHHHH!!” They screamed in embarrassment and hugged each other with looks of panic and utter embarrassment on their faces!


The cats stayed there, embraced and with their almost naked bodies together. They were frozen and not knowing what to do or think at this time.


"Ohhh! That's what he was talking about~!" Prank-Monkey said with a look of utter delight. “The instant when all pride disappears and someone paints themselves red from shame and humiliation~! I feel like I could live forever with things like that~!”


Prank-Monkey lived up to his name, being really a monkey who loves to prank people and taking pleasure in seeing them fall into shame.


The lights returned to normal in the lounge, and security personnel finally arrived to surround the intruder. Although they also mistook the cats for exhibitionists.


“Looks like the fun is over for tonight. But I hope to see you again, Cat Butty~!" Prank-Monkey said winking and blowing the Baron a kiss. "And have fun with your boyfriend, he was 'crafting' late because of what you did."


The guards charged at the purple monkey. But he disappeared in an explosion of smoke and confetti leaving the guards to bump into each other comically.


With the intruder gone, attention fell on the half-naked cats that were still hugging each other in the middle of the room. "Run!" The Baron yelled without being able to think straight.


The wedding couple left the hall and the museum, being followed by a few guards who suspected that they were part of all the ruckus. Still the cuddled cat pair managed to stay ahead, despite the Baron's big rear bouncing profusely with every step.




A few blocks were enough to make the museum guards give up their pursuit, but the pair of lovers kept running, looking to get to Mason's house and probably not to leave again for a long time.


"Ahh! If I see that monkey again I will destroy him and his ridiculous outfit! ” Mason said furiously. "How dare he make me walk the streets in my underwear!?"


"You did the same to me last night." The Baron pointed, even though his spirits were low as they moved.


The black cat was about to answer something when a night breeze caused him to shiver and hug himself.


The cat tried to find something to cheer up his boyfriend. But his thoughts were interrupted when his speedo expanded, giving him a big butt. Mason blushed and began to walk a little slower to get a better view of that big ass. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all...


Mason realized what the Baron went through last night. And he was getting excited too, finding excitement in the danger of being found and the air caressing his fur. Also, the nice view of his bouncing boyfriend's puffed butt, it was quite tempting to watch him move.


The Baron stopped at a corner and pokes his head out of it. “Well… it shouldn't be long before we get to your house. If we move quietly we p-MEOOOW!” The orange cat jumped forward as he was suddenly slapped on the behind. “M-Mason!?”


The black cat was blushing looking nervously at his boyfriend. "... It was a very big temptation." He shyly plays with his fingers. "How did it feel with that airbag?"


The Baron had jumped more in reaction, his butt wasn't stinging, but he felt strange as his speedo shuddered, dipping slightly between his cheeks. The orange cat was so flushed just thinking about it. “P-please, this is not the time…”


The cats heard a noise and rushed to run. Although Mason thought about his boyfriend's response. (Isn't it time? Does that mean…would it be okay for me to do that another time?) Mason was getting pretty tough. Fortunately with the Baron ahead he won't notice the bulge in his speedo.


Which also applies to the orange cat, with his boyfriend behind him, he will notice that the front end of his inflated speedo has risen since they left the museum.


After much running and hiding, the two finally made it to Mason's house. The black cat quickly took out the key that he has hidden under the mat for emergencies and opened the door. The couple of cats entered the house and were able to breathe calmly.


They exchanged glances in silence, for a long moment, then smiled and then started laughing. Did they really just run around town in their underwear? Not only that, both of them could tell that the other one had also gotten excited about it.


"Just what did we just do?" Mason couldn't contain his laughter. "God, I hope my customers at the party didn't recognize me and don't talk to anyone from the store about this, Connor would never let me forget this."


The Baron laughs imagining the situation. "I guess we don't need help for that." He commented and took a breath to calm down a bit. "It was already bad that Mutá surprised me last night, if he found out about this he wouldn't stop talking shamelessly."


Mason smiles. "And what would he say?"


"Probably implying that we like to do these sorts of, I mean, kinky things in public places." The Baron clarified, trying to joke. But instead of laughing at that, they lowered their gazes, noticing both of their erections. The cats raise their heads with flushed faces.


“I think…it's the most interesting date I've ever had…” Mason said with his tail waving behind him.


Mason kisses the Baron, who reciprocates by hugging him. Maybe it's not a bad thing to have an affair or two in the future. Together running through the streets in their underwear under the cloak of night.


But that will be for another story.