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Bunnyburrow Blueberry Festival
🕑 Added 2022-09-18 01:53:41 +0000 UTCLooking out the window of Judy’s pickup truck, Nick Wilde sighed with boredom as they drove down the long highway, passing the vast fields of crops that spanned Bunnyburrow. It had been a long drive from Zootopia, and the lush forests and tree dense mountains sloping like waves on the ocean, had worn out their beauty an hour into their trip. The fox tried wondering what got his rabbit friend so excited to bring him along, what with Zootopia having a myriad of entertainment hot spots for them to spend their weekend. Still, she had begged him to come along, and being the good friend he was, he indulged her to his own detriment.
“How much farther,” asked Nick, “I’ve already counted twenty three mountains and fifty seven trees since we left the forest.”
“Not much farther, we should be seeing it real soon.” Judy had remained a beacon of glee throughout the entire trip, never dropping her sunny smile. “Trust me, you’re gunna love it. Have you ever been to a fair before?”
Nick looked at Judy with a raised eyebrow. “Is that where we’re going? You chose that over the monster truck rally in Savanna Square, or the hit new musical in Tundra Town?” Nick leaned his head on his paw, looking back out the window. “I haven’t the slightest interest in fairs.”
“I’ll take that as a no. Good, you have no idea what you’re in for. I know that this fair in particular will surpass your wildest expectations.”
I doubt it, thought Nick. Preparing to heave another sigh, a faint scent of something delicious had mixed in with the smell of crops and soil that riddled the air. As they drove further down the highway, the scent grew stronger and more familiar. He licked his lips, clutching the middle of his green floral shirt at the smell of blueberry pancakes. He looked around for a diner on the side of the road that possibly served them, having skipped breakfast that morning at Judy’s insistence. No diner could be found among the tall corn stalks and cabbage patches. Instead, the blueberry pancake smell grew more powerful, mixing with a variety of other deep fried foods; and then he saw it. To the left side of the road, beyond the stalks of corn, flags waved overhead, with the tops of white and red tents waving in the calm breeze. The smell of blueberries and fried food perfumed the air like a skunk in a van with the windows rolled up.
“We’re here,” said Judy, cooing with glee.
They turned into a dirt parking lot packed with a shopping mall’s worth of vehicles. Beyond them, Nick looked to the fair itself, gazing in wonderment at the different colored flags that hung from tent to tent, and a large sign at the front entrance that read, “Bunnyburrow Blueberry Festival.” The fox remained speechless, never having smelt such a pungent aroma of blueberries and deep fried foods all in one place. Dozens of different animals from the Bunnyburrow community and beyond flocked to the white kiosk at the front entrance; all of them were in great cheer, as eager to revel in the festivities of the festival as his stomach was for food. He now understood why Judy had told him to skip breakfast. The scent of the blueberry pancakes were like a siren’s song, beckoning him to partake in their buttery, syrupy, fruity delight.
After finding a place to park, Nick followed Judy up to the line. Judy paid both of their entry fees and gave both tickets to him. “Hold onto those. They hold a raffle every year when the sun begins to set over those west hills. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up winning the huge prize.”
Stepping onto the festival grounds, Nick’s attention zipped to his left and right, looking to the different food stands and tents that filled the area. His previous cynicism had vanished now that he was among so many blueberry based foods. “I’ll hand it to you carrots, this place doesn’t seem half bad.”
“Just wait until you try the fried blueberry chocolate brownies. So, what do you want to eat first?”
Nick peered from tent to tent like a hawk surveying the land for prey, until finally he found the object of his obsession. Underneath a red tent, two rabbits worked to feed a horde of festival goers plates stacked with fat-steaming blueberry pancakes. The male worked the stove, while the chubby female took the money and served the food over a table covered in a red and white checkered tarp, with a banner hanging over the edge which read, “Molly’s Pancakes.”
“Bingo,” Nick pointed to the tent, “that’ll more than make up for the lack of breakfast this morning.”
The pair walked over, standing behind a queue of animals. Nick’s stomach growled with anticipation, causing a slight pain due to his lingering hunger. Once it was their turn to order, the chubby female rabbit squealed with glee before he could open his mouth to speak.
“Hey, Judy,” both the rabbit and Judy gave each other a hug over the table, “you came earlier than I expected.”
“Hey, Molly,” said Judy, “you still serving up the best pancakes in the Tri Burrows?”
“Best around, Bob’s been on fire this morning. When you’re used to making breakfast for twenty kids, feeding all the hungry mouths around here ends up being a sinch. Right, Bob?”
“Mmhmm,” Bob looked to Judy and Nick, wryly smiling and shrugging his shoulders.”
“And this must be the fox you wrote to us about. It’s Rick, isn’t it?”
“Nick Wilde,” Nick shook Molly’s paw, “Judy wrote to you about me?”
“Oh, for sure. She told everyone in Bunnyburrow how her fox friend helped her to save all of Zootopia, and what a kind loving soul you are. Judys been a hero to us all around here, so all of us here in Bunnyburrow can’t thank you enough for looking out for her. Hehe, but listen to me blabbing on, you must be starving, here, on the house.”
Molly handed over two plates stacked with four blueberry pancakes, drizzled with syrup and topped with butter and whipped cream. “You sure,” asked Judy, “I’d be happy to pay.”
“No, no, I insist,” said Molly, “we’re more than happy to give back, especially to Nick. Chow down sweetheart.”
“Oh, w-well, thank you, thank you very much.” Nick could hardly form words, flabbergasted at receiving free food from strangers. Picking up the plastic fork from his plate, he immediately stuffed an entire blueberry pancake into his mouth. He could hear Molly coo among his muffled gulping and murmuring, happy that he enjoyed their food so much. Judy thanked the couple once more, and the two resumed walking down the dirt road.
Judy ate a single pancake before handing Nick her remaining three, wanting to save her appetite for some of the other fair foods. Nick happily wolfed down each pancake whole, one at a time. Driven by hunger and reveling in the deliciousness of his meal, he enjoyed every heavenly second of it. He licked the paper plate of any remaining butter and syrup before throwing it in a nearby garbage bin. Sighing with contentment, he looked around for a potential food stand that served an intriguing snack.
“Those pancakes were amazing,” said Nick, “I think I’ll stop by there again before we leave.”
“Judy!”
To Nick’s surprise, a flock of children suddenly ran in front of them. The group consisted of rabbits, sheep, cats, otters, and a colt, all of which held plates of blueberry waffles, churros, fries, blueberry tarts, and a veggie club sandwich.
“Hey there kids,” said Judy, “you’re all having fun?”
“Sure are.”
“We love it here.”
“Sweet cheese and crackers, it’s Nick!”
The children crowded around the fox, bounding with their plates of food and cheering merrily in unison, “Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, settle down you little tykes,” said Nick, chuckling at their enthusiasm. “How did I get so popular with Bunnyburrow’s youth?”
“You helped Judy save Zootopia!”
“And you’re her bestest friend!”
“You’re so awesome!”
“We got all these things for you!”
The children held up their offerings of food. The fox timidly reeled his head back as they inched the food closer to his face. He thought about kindly turning them down, but upon seeing their adoring little eyes and bright smiles, he couldn’t refuse them. His arms became full with their plates. Afterwards, the children yelled goodbye before running toward one of the game tents.
“You didn’t tell me you messaged everyone in Bunnyburrow about what we went through,” said Nick.
“I didn’t, just my family and friends. News just travels quick around here. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the animals here knew who you were.”
“Honey, it’s Nick Wilde,” yelled a random sheep, walking over to place a bag of popcorn on his arms, “thank you for helping our Judy.”
“See, you’re a real popular fox,” said Judy.
With his arms loaded with food and nowhere to set them down, Nick shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. The pancakes left him feeling content already, but he wasn’t one to simply waste food. A little overeating didn’t bother him either, not seeing any harm in indulging his inner glutton for a day. Among the festival and its aroma of delectable goods, the atmosphere practically called for animals to engorge themselves on all the variety of sweets and deep fried foods they can. Smacking his lips, he began munching away.
Nick and Judy walked along the different rows of the fair, enjoying the different games they had, winning a few prizes, and getting a caricature drawn of themselves by a tiger artist. All the while, animals who knew Judy came with more free food to give to Nick, expressing their deepest gratitude for helping her. His arms became so laden with plates and bags, he was forced to quicken the pace of his eating just to make room. Eventually, a horse was kind enough to lend Judy a wagon to carry any new offerings while Nick finished what he held.
By the time they reached the midway of the fair, Nick took a seat at an empty table, leaning his back against it. He heaved a labored sigh, belching as his rotund belly stuck out from the bottom of his green shirt. Judy parked the wagon of food beside him, the pile of food sitting on it stood an ears length taller than her. Looking at Judy with a wry smile, he took comfort in finally being able to sit down.
“Mind if I take a breather, Carrots? Carrying around all that food is hard work.”
“Sure thing,” Judy chuckled, “I’m gunna go meet up with my parents. You won’t have any problem carrying all this food with you, right?”
The rabbit playfully poked his belly before skipping away into the crowds. Nick blushed upon noticing his distended gut, previously oblivious to how much he had been eating across the afternoon. Looking to the wagon full of food, he anxiously gulped. Part of him felt he had more than his fill for one day and should just leave the wagon alone. Yet, another part hated to not fully show his appreciation to all the kind residents of the Tri Burrows, who were all so nice and thankful to him for helping Judy. Coupled with the sentimental feeling of never having received so many gifts out of genuine love, besides from Judy and his mother, made him feel obligated, even compelled, to devour their gifts to show his appreciation.
His stomach audibly grumbled, despite being as bloated as a basketball. Aside from the ethical reasons to keep eating, the tastiness of all the fair food he had eaten thus far was alluring enough for his stomach to want more. Some voracious-insatiable instinct of a wild animal made the thought of further gorging more of an enticing idea. He licked his lips, then began piling the food from the wagon onto the table.
“Guess I’ll be using the P.D. gym on Monday. Oh well, food this good makes overeating well worth it.”
Rubbing his paws together, Nick greedily continued stuffing his face. Tripled pattied bug burgers with donut buns, deep fried cookies and watermelon, hot dogs, corn dogs, and potato wedges, he devoured with great fervor. No longer limited to feeding himself with one paw while holding onto food with the other, he was truly able to dive into his feast, shoveling food into his maw with both paws, till he could feel his gorge pushing up against the back of his throat.
Nick became pleasantly surprised by his own gluttony, never having pigged out to such an extent before. Each mouthful of food he swallowed retained its delectability, regardless of how stuffed his stomach felt. There was a rush of pleasure that came from swallowing bowling ball sized globs of food, and an exciting thrill to add more food to each mouthful. The fattening festival food, mixed with his beloved blueberries, set him in a trance that forcibly compelled him to glut until the entire pile of food was gone.
While he ate, animals who recognized him continued to bring him free food, some even giving him their own plates before they had a chance to sit down. The fox merely smiled in appreciation, too absorbed in his gorging to even utter a thank you. Some animals even brought him second helpings, thrilled by his ravenous appetite. The pile of food descended slowly, even with other animals adding onto it. After a group of three pigs brought him blueberry waffles topped with three scoops of ice cream, he finally finished the last of his meal before anyone brought him more food.
Nick had lost track of time in the middle of all his gorging; looking to the sun, it still had a couple hours before it set over the western hills. With no more to eat, the weight of his gluttony really began to set in. He groaned as he shifted in his seat, turning around so that his back was against the table, and his large swollen belly freely jutted itself outward, dropping between his legs. His gut gurgled with satisfaction, burbling as it digested more food than he’d ever thought he could gorge in one day. His limbs had also fattened him, arms filling out his sleeves and legs fitting snugly in his brown pants. The buttons on the bottom half of his shirt had popped off, and the tie around his thick neck began to choke him, forcing him to take it off.
Looking down at his engorged body, he let out a hearty belch, placing a paw atop of his gut. “Boy, Nick,” said the fox with a husky tone, “you sure let yourself go, *oorp*. Oh well, it was worth, *urp*, every bite.”
Nick gave the top of his belly a few pats before standing up from his seat. He groaned with exertion from having to arch his back due to his stomach weighing him down. Feeling his indigested gorge glorp around on the inside sent a shiver of delight down the back of his neck fur and spine. He cradled his belly with both paws, amazed by how his digits squished into its soft heft. Playfully bouncing it in his embrace, he didn’t care who watched. The sense of wonderment brought on by his added weight fascinated him like nothing he had experienced before.
“*Mmmff*, why do I like this so much? Oooh, yeah. When did, *hic*, being so full…and so heavy…feel so good?”
Letting his belly drop from his arms, he chuckled as it dropped onto his thighs with a loud squelch. He gave it a few more hearty smacks before walking back toward the crowds, leaving the midway behind. “Guess I better meet up with Judy now. With a belly like this, *hic*, nobody will think to feed me more…right?”
Unable to keep himself from hiccuping or belching, Nick bashfully navigated through the crowds in search for Judy. Searching past a few rows of vendors and looking for her on some of the festival rides, searching for such a small rabbit among crowds of animals proved difficult. All the while, Nick’s theory proved incorrect, for better or worse. Animals who recognized him continued to offer him food, but seeing him as a large-rotund fox, they handed him bigger portions of food than before. Though Nick felt more than justified in refusing them, some part of his gluttonous instincts still compelled him to accept their gifts, as well as giving him the ability to wolf down food quicker than before.
Bushels of chocolate dipped bananas, plates loaded with apple fritters, bowls of ice cream sundae as big as his head, Nick gobbled up whatever he was given on the spot. The animals who gave him food looked on in awe, taken aback by Judy’s friend so capably cleaning up piles of food in the blink of an eye. The fox didn’t even think of how overcrowded and overgorged his stomach became, he simply kept eating so he could continue searching for Judy.
His search soon brought him in front of a wooden stage, with animals all sitting in four rows of ten seats, and some standing up at the back. Nick leaned against the side of an ice cream stand, groaning as his stomach ferociously burbled. He accepted the free ice cream the owner handed him, and ate it in a matter of seconds. “*Bwooorp*, what’s going on here,” said the fox.
As if on cue, a pig with a microphone walked onto the stage, followed by some animal assistants bringing up wooden stools and makeshift tables. “Ladies and gentlebeasts, the Blueberry Festival’s annual pie eating contest, sponsored by Bunnyburrow’s own Gideon Grey, will begin shortly. All we need is one more volunteer.”
At the sound of a pie eating contest, Nick’s stomach growled with thunderous enthusiasm. He placed a paw on it, rubbing against its soft-supple mass. “How on earth can you still be hungry?”
His stomach blorped back in reply. Looking over himself, his gut had completely blocked any view of his footpaws. The seams of his shirt sleeves and pants began to tear down their middles. His once slender waist now produced a pair of gropable love handles, curving down to some luscious-sizable hips that peeked over the top of his pants. His chest had bursted through the top buttons of his shirt, arching down the slope of his globular gut. Yet still, despite the massive amounts of heft he had put on, some part of him craved more.
He looked at the stage, seeing a horse, a goat, and a leopard taking their seats, leaving only one seat open. “Alright, fine,” said Nick, “I’m already fat as it is. Win or lose, how could I turn down a couple blueberry pies?”
Waddling his way over to the stage, the animals in the crowd cheered for Nick. He struggled his way onto his stool, requiring help from the horse next to him to properly seat himself. The table was raised just enough for his sagging belly to flow underneath it, while his thick haunches spilled over the sides of his seat. The pig’s assistants each brought over a tray loaded with a pyramid of ten pies, placing them on the tables in front of each contestant. The pig held aloft a small firework on a stick, pointing it to the sky. Lighting the fuse, it shot into the air, and at the sound of the bang, the contest had begun.
Each contestant dove their muzzles deep into their first pies, unable to use their paws or hooves to assist them, as per the contest rules. Once the entire bottom of the pie tin was clean and visible, the assistant would place the next pie in front of the contestant. The horse took the early lead, having a bigger mouth than the rest of his competitors. The goat finished his pie soon after, followed by the leopard, leaving Nick in last place; the crowd boisterously cheered him on.
Digging into his pie face first, Nick savored each sweet mouthful of one of his favorite desserts. The fact he was in a competition was of little importance to him; all that mattered was he had ten delicious pies all to himself. Once he finished his first, his competitors were on their third. The noise from the crowd became muffled, as if he were submerged underwater. The only sounds he cared to hear was the gulping of his throat and the glorping made once his mouthful of pie splashed in his stomach. The fox was in a state of pure bliss.
Nick finally finished his first pie, grunting as his stomach grumbled for more. Starting on his second, he began to pick up his pace. Greedily taking more massive bites, the pleasure of the feast stoked his appetite like hot coals fueling a locomotive. The pie tin rattled on the table, tossed around by his muzzle like a hog sifting through slops. His mouth became riddled with crumbs of pie and blueberry stains, but the tin managed to stay clean. Onto his third pie, he managed to finish it in line with the other contestants.
Rapidly munching away, he managed to finish his fourth pie in a few seconds flat. So voracious was Nick with his gorging, even the assistant handed him his next pie with caution, trying not to get bitten the moment she placed the pie down. When the pig announced that Nick was only three pies away from victory, the other contestants nearly choked with surprise, stopping to look over to Nick demolishing his pies. As they sat there frozen with astonishment by his unparalleled gluttony, the crowd roared with excitement, never having seen a fox eat with such skill and passion.
“We have a winner,” announced the pig, “golly, that fox can eat. Along with some prize money, the winner also receives all the pies that are still left over. Let's give another hand for, Nick Wilde!”
Another cheerful roar erupted from the crowd, but Nick paid now reaction, still hyper focused on eating. He reached over to the horse’s table for his leftover pies, with the assistants reluctantly giving him the goat and leopard’s leftovers as well. With fifteen extra pies to glut through, the crowd soon dispersed, returning to the festival. Gulping and groaning, the fox cleaned up every crumb and drip of blueberry filling from each tin until there was not a pie left to reach for.
With nothing more to stuff his face with, the full weight of Nick's gluttony beared on his body, as if wearing a suit loaded with rocks. Leaning onto the table for support, he attempted to step down off the stool, clumsily losing his footing and landing on his back with a thunderous squelch. A tsunami of orange blubber sloshed on top of him, squishing against his muzzle before flowing in the opposite direction, dragging him back into a standing position. He caught himself on a table to stop himself from tipping forward, hiccuping and and moaning with delight as he felt his massive gut spilling onto the floor, wedged between his legs.
Sloppily grinning while leaning over his engorged bubbling mass of a belly, Nick huskily moaned, enamored by the feeling of all he had gorged on throughout the day churning within his overburdened gut. “Judy was right, *hic-hilp*, this fair is a fox’s paradise. Such feasting and overeating, *hic-hilp*, a real gorge. All this joy for growing enormously fat, *hilp*, I see why Clawhauser is so big now. At this festival, a fox can truly glut…glut…glut!”
With each, “glut,” Nick smacked both paws onto his belly, delighted by its incessant glorping. Clutching his paws at his sides, he gave his heap of orange blubber an enthusiastic wobble. The fox’s pudgy cheeks flushed a bright red as he became enamored by his blubbery body. His shirt rode up to his chest and tightened around the back of his neck fat, looming over the rolls of fat that now shaped his back. His pants had completely bursted off, brushing his chunky thighs against his gut and exposing his bushy tailed rump in full view. Feeling his paws sink into his doughy flesh, he couldn’t resist fondling what heaps of blubber he managed to get his paws on.
“Mmm, so much, *hic-hilp*, amazing blubber. Ooh, if I wasn’t so stuffed, *hic-hilp*, I’d probably want to get much-much fatter. Oh well,” Nick lifted up as much belly as he could fit in his paws before dropping it back onto the floor, “I better find Judy, *hic-hilp*, she has the keys to the truck.”
With both paws resting atop of his gut, Nick arched his back, lifting his stomach just an inch off the floor, and waddled off stage. As he plodded along the festival grounds, animals shied away from his nudity, but still offered him food. Even with his stomach fully content, Nick gratefully accepted, polishing off plates quick enough to hand them back. He would hiccup or burp in place of a thank you, or give his belly a hearty wobble, happy to fill its blubbery mass with more fat. Whatever was held up to his face, he ate with great relish, gleefully adding to his hips, waistline, and burgeoning limbs.
Reaching the other end of the festival, Nick came in contact with another crowd of animals all gathered in front of a large white tent. After all his gorging throughout the day, his added weight also increased his height, growing him as tall as a ram and three times as wide. He was better able to see over the crowd of animals, who all made way for him as he sloshed along, thighs rubbing up against his belly as it dragged along the ground. Groaning from exertion, his eyes lit up when he finally spotted Judy near the front of the tent, talking to her parents.
“Finally,” he heaved a heavy sigh, “everyone might feed me on my way back to the truck, *hic-hilp*, but at least I can rest.”
Animals moved aside for Nick as he moaned his way past them. At the sound of hiccups and a loud glorp, Judy and her parents turned their attention to him. Judy’s parents grimaced at the sight of such a fat fox, while Judy blushed, awkwardly darting her eyes left and right. “N-Nick,” she stammered, “wow, y-you’ve…been enjoying yourself it seems. Mom…Dad, this is Nick.”
“H-Hey there,” said Mrs. Hopps, “our Judy told us so much about you, right Stu?”
“Was he always so fat,” Mr. Hopps whispered, receiving an elbow from his wife. “Uh, g-good to meet’cha.”
“*Hic-hilp*, hey how’s it goin’. Judy, you mind if I, *hic-hilp*, take the keys? I really gotta lie down.”
“Uh…sure, Nick. Here you g—.”
“Alright ladies and gents,” spoke a rabbit with a top hat at the head of the crowd. It’s time for the raffle!”
Nick’s eyes jolted open. Looking out to the distance, he couldn’t believe the sun had begun its descent over the western hills. He reached his chubby paws into his front shirt pocket, pulling out his tickets.
“We will start with our main prize for today,” spoke the rabbit, “a sweet Blueberry Festival delicacy, behind this tent. The winner is…number zero-five-two-zero-zero-five!”
Looking at his ticket, Nick heaved a sigh as he raised his paw. “Yup, that’s me, *hic-hilp*, what did I win?”
The crowd clapped in congratulations as the rabbit pulled back the tent’s flaps. “Er…congratulations…Mr. Wilde,” the rabbit wiped sweat from his brow. You’ve won…the Blueberry Festival’s pride and joy.”
Throwing open the tent flaps, the rabbit revealed a dessert that left Nick burying his head into his neck rolls and drooling from the corners of his mouth. He placed his paws to his thick chest, taken aback by the giant blueberry funnel cake sitting atop of a giant plate which rested on a palette with wheels. Nick’s belly blorped with protest, it’s fullness reminding him he felt like he was fit to burst. But the fox waddled over to the dessert regardless, eager to have this last meal push his lard laden figure over the edge.
“Alright,” Nick shrugged, “if all of you in Bunnyburrow insist on making me, *hic-hilp*, a complete blob, who am I to disappoint you all?”
“Uh…Nick?”
Judy poked the fox’s flabby hip to try and get his attention, but his focus was toward the funnel cake. With drool seeping from his mouth, his tongue sticking out and his paws covetously motioning to grab the dessert, Nick set himself upon the massive food. It was a real beast of a pastry, standing chest height to him, with a diameter as long as a car. The fluffy pastry was as soft as any bed when he collapsed on top of it, staining his orange fur coat with powdered sugar and blueberry drizzle. He crookedly grinned as he stuffed his face, eyes fluttering with pleasure at having something bigger than him to gorge down.
Judy closed the tent flap behind her and Nick, while the top hatted rabbit and the crowd awkwardly resumed with the rest of the raffle. She watched as the gluttonous fox murmured and moaned with bliss, cramming his watermelon sized cheeks with as much funnel cake as he could before gulping down a massive wad. Her eyes fixated on how his body constantly jiggled, steamily watching his fat arms, which double her in size, wobble and plop against his lard filled body. It was a hypnotic spectacle watching him gorge, replacing the enormous funnel cake with his own behemoth of a belly.
Once the funnel cake was half finished, Nick took a sitting position and raised the remaining food onto his belly. His tiny footpaws were dwarfed by his swollen legs, with thighs so large they’d put a fat prize winning hog to shame. His immense rear supported him from tilting backward, along with providing an adequate shelf for his back fat to lean on. His waist and belly grew to such enormity, it looked as if he had swallowed whole an entire adult rhino. The growth became too much for his poor shirt to handle, until it finally ripped across the back and fell down his sides.
Nick lifted the remaining funnel cake over his head, opened his mouth as wide as he could, and proceeded to shove it all down his mouth whole. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile as his eyes winced, never having felt every inch of his throat jam packed with a constant stream of food. Gulp after gulp, he tried guiding the dessert down with both his paws, barely able to reach up to his head due to his thick arms. Each gulp grew his belly out another inch, spilling it further onto the ground like oozing wax. The sensation caused him to release muffled moaning, snorting through his nostrils from all the wonton pleasure he felt from glutting to such an extreme.
Once the funnel cake reached the edge of his maw, he forcibly pushed the rest down with a single paw, taking one last laborious gulp. The fox’s belly catapulted with a thunderous glorp, wobbling his entire frame like jello. Nick swayed from side to side, like a tugboat amid turbulent waves; his face was the look of drunken contentment, nestled into his fluffy ring of neck lard. Huskily hiccuping, he collapsed both arms atop of his gigantic sloshing gut.
“*Hic-hulp*, what a day,” moaned Nick. “Never have I seen such gluttony. All the feasting and fattening, *hic-hulp*, with everyone contributing to making me a complete, *hic-hulp*, immobile blob of a fox, even after this belly, *hic-hilp*, dragged along the ground, filling me with every deep fried dish they can get their paws on. Oooh, it was so rich, Judy. Rich! *Hic-hulp*.”
Judy timidly walked up to the fox, pressing her paw deep into his malleable furry flesh, as if she were lost in some dream. “To tell you the truth Nick, I expected you to somewhat get bigger coming here. But this…this has way surpassed my expectations of you. You sure you feeling okay? That funnel cake was kinda meant to be shared with everyone. Nobodys ever eaten it all by themselves before.”
“*Hic-hulp*, don’t worry about my stomach, Carrots,” Nick patted his belly like a drum, “at this point, it can handle anything. The fact I haven’t, *hic-hulp*, blown up by now says a lot. I guess I was made to be fat.” He gave himself a wobble, “mmmff, and if feels so, *hic-hulp*, good.”
After much sloshing and even some belly kneading from Judy, Nick let out a long sigh, stretching his swollen limbs. “I guess this is as good a place as any, *hic-hulp*, to rest. You’ll bring the truck for when I wake up, right?”
“Of course,” Judy gave his blubber a big hug, “sleep well, you really deserve it.”
Waving him goodbye, Judy left the tent. Alone with his bountiful corpulence, Nick squeezed and caressed his doughy flab as sleep settled in. Lulled by his stomach’s stew-like bubbling, his eyes grew heavy until he finally leaned his head onto his lush neck fat. What originally sounded like a boring time walking among crowds of animals, had far surpassed his wildest expectations, just as Judy said. The discovery of his fondness for overeating and growing into a massive ball of lard also came as a surprise, something Judy knew about him no doubt. With his newly acquired passion for gluttony and gaining, Nick could only dream of the potential feasts waiting for him back home. His figure, swelling with corpulence, until even the largest elephant looked like the thinnest weasel when standing side by side with him.
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Thank you :3
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