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Blobbing up at Doe's Donuts
🕑 Added 2022-11-06 17:47:23 +0000 UTCSince his smorgasbord at the Bunnyburrow Blueberry Festival, Nick Wilde’s newfound interest in fattening up and overeating partly dominated his daily life. Though he hadn’t experienced a feast matching the festival since then, he happily indulged in extra meals and snacks just to keep his belly full. In the month that followed, Nick had fattened enough to rival his colleague, Benjamin Clawhauser, in both girth and stature; his gluttonous influence even managed to cause the cheetah to gain a few inches around the waist as well. Swelling out into five times the fox he ever was, he couldn’t have been happier.
Part of what made Nick several uniform sizes larger was his new morning routine of picking up donuts for Clawhauser and himself. Doe’s Donuts was a favorite of everyone’s down at the Z.P.D. and quickly became an addiction for Nick. The creamy softness of each pastry practically melted in the fox’s mouth, making them easy to wolf down with any type of morning beverage. Watching Clawhauser devour an entire box of eighteen all to himself became a huge inspiration. So each morning, he would buy Clawhauser a box and keep three for himself, stuffing his face throughout the day while on duty.
Judy was more than happy to indulge Nick, being the one to drive him down each morning right before the shop opened. Watching her handiwork unfold before her eyes in the form of Nick occupying more space within her truck, grew more exciting with each passing day. More and more, his belly would press tighter against his seatbelt, as well as squishing up against the front of the truck. The vehicle slightly tilted as he budged his way in, his hips and waist pushing further against Judy in such a cramped space. Even in their police cruiser, Nick fit the passenger seat as well as any of the larger officers compared to barely being able to look over the dash when he was normal sized.
“We’ll have to look for a bigger car soon,” said Judy, looking over to Nick. “This truck just isn’t doing it for you anymore.”
“I don’t know,” said Nick, “I kinda like seeing how much room I can fill up. It’s a good indicator of my progress.”
“Well, you could do the same with a new truck, something you could actually fit inside. Another month of you eating donuts and you’ll be squishing me against the window.”
“A month huh?” Nick placed a paw onto his stomach, rubbing it in circular motions. “Too bad I can’t just get bigger right now. You don’t know of any other Bunnyburrow food related events we can go to? It feels so long since I had my last real binge.”
“Sorry, the Blueberry Festival was the biggest thing. You’ll have to wait a whole year for it to come back. Just be patient, I’m sure something fun will eventually come up here in Zootopia. Then you’ll be free to stuff your face all you like, and outgrow several more uniforms.”
Judy prodded the side of Nick’s gut. Not much time had passed and already he yearned for another massive gorge, reminiscing on what it felt to be unbelievably stuffed. At the time of the festival, gorging with abandon was such a new experience; he felt caught off guard, unable to take full advantage of the feast as he would have today. Even the massive swollen state he had ended the day with felt like a distant memory. What he did know was how incredible it felt. The softness of his wobbling mass; the river of food that sloshed in his titanic gut; and the sheer volume of squishable blubber he could hold in his paws, feeling its ample heft weigh him down. Oh how he hoped to experience that size yet again.
The two were the first to arrive at the donut shop, with only the owner’s car parked at the edge of the small parking lot. Judy stayed in the truck while Nick pushed himself out, heaving a labored sigh as his stomach became free of its tight confines. Licking his chops, he couldn’t wait to begin munching on some donuts. Sounds of distress immediately caught his attention however. The moment the doorbell rang as he entered, a large wolf yanked away a plastic bag from a crying doe behind the cash register.
“Help, I’m being robbed,” she screamed, both she and the perp looking in Nick’s direction.
The wolf barreled toward him like a raging bull, confident in his burly size to power his way out the door. As he braced his shoulder to plow through, Nick quickly stepped to his side, sticking out his stubby footpaw. Leaning forward, the wolf immediately lost his balance as he tripped over the protruding paw. His face smashed against the door and pushed it open, followed by his body slamming onto the pavement with a loud thud. Before he could get up, the fox sat himself directly on the wolf’s back, knocking the wind out of him, and leaving him groaning with discomfort.
“Holy, *ack*, cow,” said the wolf, “you need to, *hnng*, go on a…diet.”
“If I did that, I wouldn’t have been here to catch you, would I?”
Nick adjusted himself, planting more of his weight onto the wolf like he were a couch cushion. Judy jumped out of the truck, picking up the plastic bag full of money. “The day just started and we’re already bagging bad guys. Nice work Nick, way to throw your weight around.”
Nick took the money bag from Judy. “Nothing like a little robbery bust to work up an early morning appetite.”
The deer at the counter approached the fox, wiping a tear from her eye and graciously accepting back her money. “Oh, thank you so much officer Wilde. I was so afraid. If you hadn’t come when you did…”
“Happy to be of service, Doe. Lucky for you we came early today. I just couldn’t wait to get my usual order.”
The doe giggled. “Well, in honor of your service, I’ll add in another box just for you. On the house.”
“You mean that,” Nick licked his chops.
“Of course. And…uh…actually…I’ve been meaning to give you something else for some time now. If you don’t mind coming back when you’re off duty, there’ll be a big surprise waiting for you. If you have the time, of course.”
The fox raised his eyebrow with intrigue. Doe always looked overly enthusiastic whenever Nick stopped by to order, especially as the orders grew larger each week. As he left each day, she would always bashfully look down, her lips scrunched up as if holding herself back from saying something. After her startling experience, she must have finally summoned the courage to ask what she always wanted. Now with that weight off her shoulders, she buried her face in the bag while awaiting his answer.
“Sure,” said the fox, “I’d love to stop by after work.”
Doe’s hooves tapped against the floor upon performing a gleeful hop. “Yes! Uh, I mean-thank you. You’ll love it, I swear. Just come right through the front, I’ll still be here.”
Hop skipping away, the doe muffled her bubbly laughter. In the time he’d been visiting the donut shop, this was the happiest he had ever seen her. His stomach grumbled with anticipation, no doubt expecting her surprise to be another four or so boxes of donuts for him to bring back home. Even if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t leave the shop empty pawed, and with another inch added to his waistline.
* * * * *
Officers from the Z.P.D. arrived shortly after Judy had called, taking the wolf into custody and leaving with their own orders of donuts along with Nick. As usual, he handed a box over to Clawhauser and kept the rest for himself, with the added excitement of receiving another box for free. His paws blithely stuffed his face with one whole donut after the other while patrolling the city streets. What little exercise he got only happened when interviewing witnesses or routine traffic stops. Judy handled the more adrenaline inducing activities, allowing him to get back to his donuts.
The extra box made more of a dent on Nick’s physique than he had anticipated. The buttons around his uniform grew tighter and his belt required loosening. Letting out a content belch, he cradled his rotund gut in his arms, bouncing it with both paws. It became difficult to concentrate on work lugging around such a filled gut, but somehow Nick made it through the day. Once his shift ended, he told Judy he’d arrive home later before walking his way to the donut shop.
The distance between the shop and the precinct was only a few blocks, enough for Nick to tolerate walking around with a hefty gut. The parking lot was still curiously empty like in the morning, but the sign on the front door read, “closed.” The fox thought to knock at first but remembered the doe’s instruction, finding the door unlocked and entering. Upon hearing the bell above the door ring, the doe peeked her head around the corner of the back room; her face beamed with joy at his arrival.
“Nick! Come in, I have your surprise in here.”
Nick walked toward the back room. The chairs on the right side of the room were stacked onto the tables, with the floor neatly swept of any crumbs from early customers. On the left side of the room, most of the space in the donut display was empty. On the back counter behind the register, a long cutting board was littered with slices of onion, tomato and lettuce, with two blocks of yellow and white cheese that had been recently sliced. The stack of pink donut boxes that filled the corner of the room was now significantly smaller. By the look of it, the doe had a rather busy day.
Multiple empty boxes were scattered across the back room, most of which were gathered near the garage door for easy disposal. Bakery racks were lined on the left side of the room, near a door leading to the kitchen; their rows of baking trays all laid empty, leaving only crumbs where bread should be. The air was perfumed by the scent of freshly baked bread, cinnamon and vanilla, all of which caused the fox’s stomach to rumble. What caught the fox’s attention however was what he saw the moment he walked in the room. His heart quickened its pace, and his stomach felt as if it would burst from his uniform just by looking at what the doe prepared for him.
Three long white tables were arranged side by side of each other, and on top of them, rows of three rows of donut boxes stacked three boxes high, reaching from one edge of the first table to the edge of the last. Each box was filled to its capacity of eighteen donuts each, not a single donut missing as Nick inspected each box as he walked down the row. He smacked his lips, bug eyed and caressing his belly, the excitement of this new feast fluttering in his chest like an army of butterflies. Swallowing his spit even felt different; his throat now reflexively opened wider, ready to down mounds of pastries larger than his head in one gulp.
“Feel free to enjoy yourself,” said the doe, exiting from the kitchens and picking up another box of supplies. “It’s all for you.”
The fur on the back of Nick’s neck stood up. Sloppily grinning, his body trembled with joy, eager to dive into his feast. “Y-you sure? You really mean…all of it?”
“You deserve it,” the doe winked. “You’ve been such a great customer, and I just knew you’d love it. There’s more where that came from as well. Go on, dig in.”
The doe entered back into the kitchen, leaving Nick alone with his feast. Starting at the first table, he opened his first box of donuts. Colorful rows of various glazes and toppings tantalized his senses. Grabbing three at a time, he shoved them all into his mouth, chewing until it formed into a glob before swallowing. The bulge in his throat as it slithered its way down caused him to murmur with pleasure, elated with having another massive gorge to experience after so long. Patting his rotund gut, he couldn’t wait to show Judy the colossal behemoth of a wobbling fox he’d become at the end of it.
Mouthful by mouthful, Nick grew more enraptured by his gorge. After the first box, he proceeded to stuff four donuts into his mouth; and after the fourth box, he stuffed five. Each wad of bread and thick glaze glorped as it hit his stomach. The buttons on his uniform fought hard against his swelling gut, which forcibly untucked his shirt from his pants, revealing his white furred belly and riding his shirt up to his chest. His love handles poured over the waistband of his pants, the belt holding it up had been undone. His thickening haunches were now the only thing that kept them from sliding off completely.
“*Oorp*, mmff, yeah, I missed this so much,” sighed Nick, grabbing a chunky pawful of his expanding waist. “*Uurp*, feels so good to grow again.”
With three donuts in each paw, Nick attempted to cram them all in his maw. He pushed until he felt his digits brush against the roof of his mouth and tongue, and the mass of pastries touch the back of his throat. He clutched his large belly, tilting his head back as the food slid down his gullet. With a sudden squelch, his gut plopped onto the table, squishing against some of the boxes. He gave it a playful jiggle before reaching for another box, murmuring with mirth at how much of it sprawled across the table.
Thanks to the table propping up his growing belly, Nick was better able to admire its ample blubber after each mouthful. Using one paw to fill his face, he kneaded his doughy gut with the other, feeling it sink into its soft malleable fur. The combination of glutting and playing with his fat threw Nick into an enamored state of bliss. Rubbing and smacking his blubbery gut, he couldn’t keep his paws off himself. Yearning for more to grope and wobble around, he picked up the pace of his feeding.
After thirty minutes, the fox had finished half the donut boxes on the first table. His belly shoved the empty boxes aside, pushing some onto the floor. His surge in weight managed to finally pop the buttons on his shirt, exposing his well rounded chest. His pants met a similar fate, unable to contain his widening haunches and large rump. The tattered shreds laid like fall leaves upon the floor. In the fur and feeling the cool air of the room brush against his bare body, Nick bit his lip, shivering briefly before giving his lush hips a heavy smack. Having his heft freely jiggle felt so much better without the constraint of clothing.
Nick shuffled to his right, sliding his gut across the table to reach the other donuts. By the time he cleared the first table of donuts, his stomach was an inch away from pouring over the other end. The fox triumphantly belched, hugging his dough ball of a gut till it brushed up to his chest. Stretching half as wide as the table itself, the fattening contents of the donuts had worked their magic well. His neck fat was rich with blubber, bundling up against his face like a winter scarf. His burly arms were now twice Judy’s size, and haunches were as plump as an adult pig. He gave the top of his expansive rump a tight squeeze, feeling its accumulated lard fill the gaps between his digits. Toothily grinning, he knew it would give any doorway or flimsy seat plenty of trouble.
“Here comes the main course.”
Nick looked to the kitchen door, watching as a large tray carrying a pyramid of sandwiches hovered its way over to him; the doe’s body was completely lost behind it, with only her legs visible from below. “I know you have plenty of room for mo-oh…oh my.”
Placing the tray at the edge of the table, the doe bashfully covered her mouth with her trotters upon seeing Nick’s corpulence on full display. She stared hypnotically as the fox backed away from the table and turned to face her. His belly plopped onto his thighs with a thick squelch, wobbling in place just an inch off the ground. The doe fanned her face, unable to take her eyes of Nick’s jiggling body.
“Pardon me,” she said, “I didn’t think…it’s just…you’ve grown quicker than I thought.”
“*Bwoorp*, you should give yourself a pat on the back for that. Your donuts do wonders for any glutton.”
The doe wore a crooked smile as Nick bounced as much of his enormous gut as he could carry in both paws. “W-w-well…e-enjoy the s-sandwiches. *Hmmff*, I’ll just be m-m-making one last t-thing. Enjoy, *hnng*.”
She ran off back to the kitchens muffling her giggles, flustered by Nick’s size just as much as he was. Looking at the sandwiches, the pyramid stretched just as tall as him. Each was filled with the vegetables and cheeses he spotted earlier at the back counter near the cashier, held together by the long soft loaves of bread that once occupied the baking racks near the kitchen. Picking up his first sandwich, it was as long as his forearm, and nearly as thick. Licking his chops, he greedily guided the sandwich down his gullet, whole, with not a second wasted on chewing. He winced at first, the sandwich didn’t condense in his throat as easily as the donuts, but after eating his third, he quickly grew accustomed to the discomfort and even relished it.
The trance of gluttony that washed over the fox was similar to when he entered the pie eating contest at the Blueberry Festival. All that existed for him at this moment was simply wolfing down his next meal, gorging on anything he could get his paws on. As he tried eating two sandwiches whole at once, he pushed both down till his own paws were shoved in his mouth; the pillowy fat of his arms pressed against his round cheeks. Gulping harder than he had ever before, he moaned with satisfaction at finally clearing them from his throat. The twin sandwiches shot into his belly like torpedos, violently sloshing the rest of his indigested gorge. Only giving himself a chance to catch a single breath, he continued his feast with another two sandwiches.
Sandwich by sandwich, the pyramid began to diminish. The incessant glorping of his pleased stomach echoed throughout the room. His belly planted itself onto the floor, squishing against the table and filling out some of the open space underneath it. Nick groaned at the struggle of reaching across from it, scraping the metal legs of the table across the concrete as his gut pushed it away. His broad haunches pressed against his underbelly just to move forward, budging against a tub of sloshing gorge that pleasurably massaged him from the inside.
When the final sandwich was finished, Nick moaned with intense satisfaction. He leaned himself over his mammoth of a belly, patting it to the tempo of his husky hiccups. Enormously pleased with himself, he allowed the volume of his gorge to really sink in. The swampy-bog-like bubbling of his stomach was like music to his ears. The heaviness of his arms, waist and even rear weighing him down made him slaver for more. Feeling the thick tire sized rolls across his figure wobble with each step caused him to purposely wiggle his chunky hips, shaking his whole body. The pleasure of it turned his cheeks a bright crimson.
“So, *hic-hilp*, much…amazing, *mmff*, fat. *Huff*, I want, *buuuraap*, so much…more!”
Arching himself back, he dangerously teetered on his footpaws to lift up as much of his belly as he could. “I want to be, *hic-hilp*, the fattest fox…anyones ever seen.”
Slamming his stomach down to the floor with a thunderous glorp, he gave it a series of mirthful pats before plodding over to the next two donut tables. Fully submitted to his gluttony, Nick opened his maw as wide as he could, pouring in all eighteen donuts from a single box. His cheeks filled to their utmost capacity, and his mouth was unable to close. Still, it didn’t stop Nick from attempting to gulp the orb of food down; his chubby paws were barely able to reach into his mouth to help him due to his swollen arms. After several gulps, he managed to swallow it down, wincing and sloppily grinning before grabbing another box.
Gradually, Nick shuffled down the table with each row of boxes he finished. Huffing and puffing, a constant stream of drool seeped down the corners of his mouth as he mindlessly ate. Halfway done with the second table, his police shirt finally tore to shreds, unable to contain his arms and growing back. It grew increasingly difficult managing his legs, so coated with lard, thighs rubbing against one another, and his footpaws buried under a mountain of blubber. His belly spilled several feet onto the floor, dragging as he took a step and blorping when he stopped. No amount of labor however would keep the fox from stuffing his face.
Upon finishing the second table, Nick wrapped his thick arms around his monstrous belly. He hoisted up as much as he could while leaning back, then took two lumbering steps forward. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed his blob of a belly onto the table, groaning as it violently churned. Its gelatinous mass hung over the other end of the table, as well as reaching the left and right edge, all while his underbelly filled out some of the space underneath. Shaking his sloshing gut with contentment, the table’s metal legs contorted from the immense weight. Dropping both his heavy arms down on his stomach was enough to cause the table to buckle, bending the legs until the table and his belly came crashing down on the floor. The sloshing tidal wave of his gut nearly caused him to tip backward. But his sofa encompassing rear pressed against the back wall, managing to keep him upright.
In total, it took over two hours for Nick to finish eating every donut box on all three tables, with the sandwiches included. The floor in front of the tables had become a landfill of pink donut decorated boxes, with barely a crumb or sprinkle left in any of them. The fox moaned with bliss, barely able to comprehend his own enormity. Arms, legs, face, neck, chest, every part of his fat body rubbed against another part. His face sunk into his neck fat, bowling ball sized cheeks nearly squished against his eyes. As tall as a buffalo and wider than the fattest elephant, the fox chuckled in drunken infatuation over his fat.
“*Hic-hilp*, wait till, *hoourp*, Judy…gets a load of, *hilp*, me.”
Hugging his lush chest and ample lard, Nick let out a labored moan as he saw the doe coming out of the kitchens carrying an enormous multilayered cake. It stood as tall as the pyramid of sandwiches and just as wide, coated in vanilla frosting and topped with multiple strawberry and banana slices. Upon setting the cake down and seeing Nick, she collapsed onto his stomach as if fainting. She swooned over his size, kneading all she could with her trotters and murmuring with the utmost joy.
“Oh, Nick,” she cooed, “I just knew you could finish it all. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of a customer like you, who would just keep eating and eating, letting me fatten them up to your size. Every time I’d serve a predator in my shop, I’d daydream about making them so enormously fat. Then you came along, and just kept ordering more the bigger you got. It was a dream come true.”
Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the cake. “No, *buuuraap*, problem, Doe. Uh, *hic-hilp*, is that for me?”
“Oh, right. One last little gift for my favorite customer.”
Grabbing a step ladder hanging from her wall, she set it up beside Nick. With careful balance, she walked up the steps with cake in hoof. Nick opened his mouth wide as she positioned the cake over him. She tilted the pan, watching her creation glacially slide into the fox’s mouth like leftovers down the garbage disposal. He found himself growing woozier with each gulp. Overfed and overfull more than any creature can comprehend, Nick was determined to continue glutting for as long as he remained conscious, extracting every ounce of fat he can from the doe’s generous gift.
* * * * *
After work had finished, Judy spent her time performing a few errands while she waited for Nick to call her after receiving his, “surprise,” from the doe. She drove to the market, buying some necessities for their apartment, including plenty of snacks. She assumed the doe had made him more donuts, although it surprised her how long it took for Nick to contact her considering how quickly he ate. Even after putting her shopping away and warming up dinner, there was still no word.
Finishing her meal, she took her keys from the kitchen counter and made her way toward the door. Suddenly, the floor started to tremble, and an ungodly raucous of bubbling noises and hiccups could be heard coming down the hall. “About time,” said Judy.
The sounds stopped short of the door before it creaked open, revealing Nick’s sloppily grinning face, much fatter than she expected, peeking over the door frame. “*Hic-hilp*, I’m back,” he said in a husky tone.
Before Judy could reply, Nick groaned with exertion as he hauled his body in full view, encompassing the entire doorway. The amorphous bulk of white fur oozed into the apartment little by little, sloshing up a storm. He managed to squeeze one of his legs through, his footpaw hardly visible under his stalky haunches and monumental rear. Wiggling through inch by inch, his blob of a belly smothered against the hallway wall, squishing against his chest and partly pouring onto his muzzle. Even with how taxing and arduous it was to squeeze his way through, the fox kept his crooked smile.
Once he wiggled his way in, he stood facing Judy. His immense hips and waist brushed against the hallway walls, while his belly filled out the hallway in front of him. His head was barely visible over his wide chest and multiple rolls of neck fat. His arm fat swallowed his elbows up, with each wing measuring bigger than his own head. As he moved forward, his blubber spread across the openness of the living room, like water spilling across the ground.
“Sweet cheese and crackers,” spoke Judy, “how much did Doe feed you?”
“That deer, *hic-hilp*, really enjoys, *hilp*, making predators fat. I must have eaten hundreds…maybe, *hic-hilp*, thousands of donuts. Then, she fed me this huge stack, *hic-hilp*, of sandwiches, and a giant cake. I just kept gorging and glutting, *hic-hilp*, feeling myself turn into, *hilp*, such a heap of lard. *Huuuff*, oh it was rich, Carrots. Riiich.”
Managing to haul himself to the nearest corner of the living room, he sat on the floor, resting his back against the corner of the wall. His tiny footpaws barely peaked from under his belly; even with his rhino sized thighs propping some of it up, it still managed to flow onto the living room floor. Nick rested both arms on top of his gut, playfully wobbling it in slow undulating motions so it would slosh and glorp.
Judy stared in awe at what her friend had become. Her truck looked like a toy compared to the fox’s size. To think that he would take his enjoyment of fat and overeating this far after the Blueberry Festival both worried and excited her. “You know, if you keep this up we might have to…think about getting someplace bigger. You were barely able to squeeze your way through the hall. You keep eating this much and you’ll probably fill out the whole living room.”
“*Hic-hilp*, sounds like a worthwhile goal to me. I’d love to get even, *hic-hilp*, fatter.”
“Uh…how fat do you want to get?”
“I don’t know actually. So long as food could get in my mouth, *hic-hilp*, I’ll happily glut myself till I’m just a complete, *hic*, immobile, *hilp*, blob.”
Judy quivered as Nick’s paws smacked against his stomach, hypnotically jiggling his entire body. “Well-uh, try not to eat us out of house and home for the time being, I just came back from the store.”
“Don’t sweat, Carrots. *Hic-hilp*, I’m beyond full. Think I’ll just…catch some Z’s, *hilp*, if you don’t mind.”
It didn’t take long after Nick shut his eyes that he immediately fell into a deep sleep; even his own hiccups failed to wake him up. Judy cautiously approached him, looking up at the mountain of fox. She gasped at how his blubber was, absorbing her paws into his flesh beyond her wrists. At the sound of an extra husky hiccup, she quickly backed away as his belly lurched forward, making it seem as if it would fall right on top of her. But it remained wobbling in place, playing its symphony of digestive noises throughout the apartment.
She turned toward her bedroom, looking back at the fat fox peacefully slumbering one more time. Some part of her took pride in what she had created, never dreaming his gaining would come so far in such a short amount of time, or expecting that there were others out there who likewise wanted to see him grow fatter. After today, there was no mistaking his dedication toward becoming an absolute immobile blob. The only thought on Judy’s mind was, how fat would he have to get before he was incapable of moving toward his next meal?
Comments
CollinthePoodle
It's so much fun talking about bellies becoming too huge for objects and people to handle x3
Ravenous Fox
God this was amazing. I love it when you describe his belly squishing into the table and destroying things like the table. A powerful heavy gut that stops at nothing to expand is the best gut.
JetSeattleRaccoon
Great sequel!
CollinthePoodle
Thank you :3
Borusa Ryalam
Goodness, utterly delightful~!
CollinthePoodle
Story suggested by CommanderCTC. Thank you very much for you continued support :3
