Blubbered Up at the Z.P.D.

Months passed as Nick Wilde slept under his food induced coma after his first gorging at The Lion’s Share; his blob-like mass of a body steadily decreasing in size while digesting his feast. The vast backyard of his and Judy’s new home provided ample space for him to rest, and the tall shaded canopy, constructed by giraffe contractors with an emphasis on height, provided enough shade and cover for the fox sleeping through all hours of the day and night. Zootopia and the Z.P.D. functioned the same as usual, with the latter coming to miss their butterball of a fox being the first face they saw walking through the front doors of the department.

As the last of his feast digested, his face and limbs became free of their fleshy prison. Being able to move once more, he was dumbfounded by the plethora of buttery fat and fur he had amassed. His arms and legs no longer enveloped his footpaws, though they still appeared as beach balls to grapes by comparison. His weighty rear was now wide and large enough to flatten a police cruiser, with each bun rivaling the girth of even the fattest hippo. His belly now plopped itself onto the floor, spilling outward a few feet and barely lifting an inch off the ground whenever Nick arched himself back. It hadn’t occurred to him he had been sleeping for months, but waking up as such a massive whale had been quite the welcomed surprise.

Once a new uniform was sewn up for him, Nick happily waddled into work. On his first day back, he was greeted to his front desk having been stacked with boxes of donuts and other fattening treats; a delectable gift from some of his fellow officers. The familiar faces of Clawhauser and Wolford were a pleasant sight, along with the amount of weight they themselves had gained while he had been gone. Criminals were once more baffled how a fox could grow so huge, all while he burped and wobbled his enormous gut as he sneered back at them. It felt good to be back, but this time, as a bigger-fatter fox.

Now a month later, Nick started his morning the same as any other, transporting a sack full of sweets and five boxes of a dozen donuts to munch on throughout the day. While his uniform dress pants were large enough to cover a king sized mattress, his shirt hardly managed to cover the top of his belly. Taking a laptop and headset from the front desk, he took his place behind it, sitting on the floor and resting his back against the center pillar. Groaning with relaxation, his vast blubbery gut served as his table, providing more than enough space to rest his laptop, sack, and boxes of donuts over the surface, all while it flowed over the desk itself, wrapped under his belly as if it were a belt.

As he awaited any emergency calls, the fox fiddled with his phone in his left paw, already scrolling through which delivery options to order food from for lunch. His stomach grumbled with anticipation, always hungry and eager for yet another truckload of gluttony. Opening up a box of donuts, he mirthfully murmured as he savored two at once. His heavy breathing and satisfied grunts played out as if he were gorging on any of the menu items this very instant.

“Someone’s enjoying their morning donuts. I know I sure did.”

Nick was surprised to find Wolford snuck up at his side. Even after a month of seeing him, it still amazed the fox to see just how much the wolf had swelled up in size. Quite the butterball himself, the wolf had grown rounder than even the rhino and bear officers, sporting a massive gut that stretched the limits of his uniform’s buttons. Grinning at how well his own gluttony rubbed off on the wolf, it pleased the fox to see how well he grew to enjoy the fat life like a duck to water.

“You're still eating only two dozen, aren’t you? Shame you don’t have more to snack on throughout your shift.”

“Hey, if I were working the desk and not the streets, maybe I would.” The wolf playfully smacked the side of Nick’s belly multiple times. “Maybe then I’d be as huge as you, Wilde.”

Nick lifted a donut to his face, turning it in his paw as if he were inspecting a precious gem. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t let patrolling the streets stop me from gorging myself whenever possible. Just ask Judy of all the times I ate on the job.”

“Hehe, right. I’ll just let Fangmeyer do all the athletic stuff while I stuff my face in the cruiser. Speaking of which, I know you’ve been thinking all day about what to get.”

Wolford removed a clipboard he held under his arm, handing it to Nick. The fox curiously accepted it, skimming through a few forms before looking back to the wolf. “What’s this?”

“What’s this? It’s the form for the Z.P.D. appreciation banquet.”

The fox nearly choked on his own donut; the sudden revelation caused his fur to tingle with excitement. “That’s today? I’d forgotten all about that.”

“Well then, count yourself lucky you’ve got a fellow culinary connoisseur. It’s not every day the city sponsors a feast for the Z.P.D. of whatever kind of food we want to order.”

Or how much we want to order, thought the fox. “You’re totally right. You called Clawhauser yet? He’d hate to miss this.”

“I have, but he’s not answering. Probably still passed out from the time he and I had at Pizza Mutt. But hey, more for us huh? I’ll catch you in the cafeteria after the shift. Don’t eat everything without me, alright?”

As Wolford walked away, Nick mischievously grinned. With his phone opened to multiple restaurants throughout the city and a veritable wishlist in his left paw, he pulled out a pen from his sack and immediately got to filling out the form. The thrill of yet another massive gorge coming to him so soon made him shake with glee. Licking the drool from the corners of his mouth, he’d give Zootopia’s fast food chains a Z.P.D. appreciation banquet they won’t soon forget.

* * * * *

It was a long shift with Nick counting each passing minute till he could finally glut himself in the Z.P.D cafeteria. The thought of all the different foods his fellow officers had ordered caused him to burn through his sack of treats and boxes of donuts faster than usual. Once his last minute was up, he immediately left the front desk, not even waiting for his replacement to relieve him. He wasted no time heading down as his stomach rumbled like the stampede of a herd of buffalo.

The cafeteria itself was a vast open room with a tall ceiling and large glass windows along the outer wall showing the outside public parking lot. Long white tables stretched across three sets of rows in the middle of the room, with the kitchen and serving area being to the left side of the room when entering. Nick heaved a content and heavy sigh, relishing the new scents of food perfuming the air rather than the typical veggies, pastas, or sloppy joes the cooks usually whipped up. Disappointed as he was to not see his own orders of food present for the banquet, he trundled his way over to the cafeteria line, curious to see what his fellow officers had requested that same morning.

The thud of the fox’s heavy footsteps alerted the other officers of his arrival. The line of animals immediately sped up, with everyone loading their cafeteria trays by the time Nick had arrived. He chuckled under his breath, rubbing his paws together at the buffet of food made available today. Bug and plant based loaves, stacks of ribs, hearty sub sandwiches, fish, shrimp, lobster, mashed potatoes and a number of other side dishes were all at his gluttonous disposal. With no other animal standing behind him and this being the one day a year the Z.P.D’s cafeteria was all you can eat, Nick had free reign over everything available.

Taking a stack of trays from the end of the serving line, he loaded each with enough food to completely fill them. He balanced them on his large arms when carrying them back to the nearest table before going back for more. The once plentiful portions of food dwindled down to scraps until each chafing dish and pan was completely picked clean. Two whole tables were completely covered with trays loaded with enough food to feed half of the Z.P.D. Grinning with delight, Nick heartily slammed his bulky arms atop of his titanic belly, greedily eager to yet again stuff his face before his food order finally arrived.

Beginning his feast, he started with the side dishes first. With a tray in each paw, he held them over his head, holding them close and tilting them at a slight angle. Mac and cheese and creamy mashed potato glacially poured down his gullet, enough to feed four officers, yet only serving as an appetizer for him. He did the same for the next several trays down the line, jutting out his massive gut as it folded over the seats and blorped with newly added sustenance.

For the sub sandwiches, he stuffed them down his maw two at a time, pushing them toward the back of his throat with his digits until they reached the edge of his lips. His powerful gullet swallowed the hearty mouthful the rest of the way, shooting the sandwiches into his gut like twin torpedoes before the next two were loaded in. He ate the ribs by holding one between each digit, chomping down on their ends and pulling them out of his mouth, separating the tender meat from the milk bone.

The other officers in the room couldn’t help but watch the fox go to town, knowing full well of the fox’s gluttony but not all of them having seen it in action. It was baffling how his bulky arms still managed to reach up to his face, squishing against his bulging cheeks and fluffed up neck rolls. His barely visible mouth somehow acted as a suitable funnel, expertly catching and fitting any amount of food he fed it while hardly misplacing a single crumb, drip, or leftover scraps. His hedonistic sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the room, unsettling some with his constant grunts and groans that came from hauling around so much fat.

Finishing an entire table’s worth of trays, Nick stopped short of the second table to bask in his well sated girth. Loosing a content belch, he chuckled at what a picture he painted to the rest of his fellow officers, slamming his paws down on his titanic belly with a series of muddy sounding squelches. The ripples from the impact shook the rest of his body, bobbing everything from his cheeks to his hips. Feeling the inside of his well sated stomach jostle around with his gorge caused him to bite his lip with pleasure. Ever enamored with feeling enormously fat and well fed, he was fully committed to debasing himself further for the sake of overeating.

Lifting what he could of his belly, he dropped it atop of the table with a mighty glorp, proudly patting it in sight of the others before pulling it back down and resuming with his feast. He dove into the remaining trays full hog, hunching over his gut and eating from each tray face first. His cheeks grew messy, and each tray was finished much faster than before. Repelled by the gluttonous display, some of the officers left the room while new arrivals waited by the entrance. The cafeteria had essentially become Nick’s den, where he was the lion, and the others, vultures waiting to pick at what pieces remained.

The fox let out muffled moans through mouthfuls of food as his body stretched even larger. His widening rear peaked out of his impractically large pants, growing tighter around the front of his thighs. The buttons of his lush chest popped off, fully exposing his twin masses of fur and fat. The lovehandles of his bulging waistline grew thick like mattresses, wobbling with each shuffling movement. Lastly, his belly knocked over empty trays to the other side of the table, constantly pouring itself forward and widening to match the table’s length.

Once the last tray was finished, Nick blew a content sigh, eyes closed and head thrown back as he stretched out his overfilled gut. Feeling at all his malleable fat, he chuckled with delight, grabbing what he could of his sides and kneading his own blubber. He heaved a flustered breath, smitten by how his fat felt against his paws; how his digits squished deep into his soft flesh, as if he were some plush filled with feathers and stuffing. The sheer mass of lard that coated his body, weighing him down so heavily, yet was still such a joy to lug around, left him in such an intoxicated sense of bliss, he couldn’t help but sink into his own fat body when relaxing.

“*Hmmmff*, gosh I love being, *orp*, so insanely fat…”

Opening his eyes, he expected to see the others repulsed by his self fondling, only to see something far more pleasing. Looking through the windows outside, three food vans from different restaurants had arrived without him noticing, with their employees having already set up a serving station on the other side of the cafeteria. The fox’s eyes bulged with glee, his heart skipping a beat and a fountain of drool dripping from his lips. He moved himself back, pulling his gut from off of the table before circling around to make his way over, hoping the others hadn’t yet picked everything clean.

It was a battle pushing against his own mammoth of a belly dragging across the floor, hips and waist pushing aside tables and squishing against the cafeteria serving line; thankfully, he made it to the new serving station without being too out of breath. With a decent portion of the Z.P.D. being big beasts such as rhinos, hippos, and bears, the portions of the delivered food certainly reflected their appetites. Deep dish trays of lasagna, plentiful salads, egg rolls, apple pie, rice riddled with veggies and pieces of plant meat bits, two dishes of bug meat drizzled in different sauces, and plant meat patty sandwiches, were all still warm and readily available for his eating pleasure. Nick leaned forward, the width of his waistline blocking up the entire line. Scooping up food with empty plates and grabbing sandwiches with his paws, he resumed his gluttonous spree in front of the servers.

“Sir,” shouted an employee, his voice drowned out by Nick’s sloppy eating. “Sir, this food is meant for everyone!”

Nick blurted out a few words in between gulps. “Looks like, *ulp*, they already, *urf*, served themselves, *mmf*, to me, *ulp*. I’m still, *bworp*, starved, *mmm*.”

Looking directly at the employee who spoke, the fox crammed as much food into his mouth as he could, never breaking eye contact. Once he was incapable of closing his mouth, he squinted as he attempted to swallow the glob of food all at once. Each server grimaced at the huge bulge that jutted from under his multiple chins, like a toad in the midst of croaking. Craning his neck back, he gave one final strenuous gulp before the wrecking ball of gluttony shot into his stomach with a grotesque glorp. He licked his chops, grinning at the disgusted employee, who then ran out the exit gagging and with his paws clutching his mouth.

The other employees backed away from the line, allowing the greedy fox to have his way. Dish by dish Nick cleaned house, relentless in leaving no second helpings for the officers eating behind him. All they could see was the fox bent over atop of his belly; his robust back finally tearing through the rest of his uniform and his mountainous rear ripping through his pants. Belly blocking off the rest of the serving stations and eating to its contentment, his blubbery body took on a more blob-like state, continuing to pool around him like dough rising in a hot oven.

Lost in his trance of decadent gorging, the pleasures of the feast washed over Nick like a wave of cool heavy cream. Each new mouthful fluttered his eyelids with ecstasy as his tongue was lavished by a multitude of flavors. The feel of his stomach roiling with a veritable shipping container’s worth of gluttony gave his crushed innards a most pleasurable internal massage. The surging fat throughout his body forming a new roll or rubbing against another portion of blubber, felt as if he had paws kneading him from multiple angles. All the while feeling himself grow more gelatinous with each passing second. It was all such a rapturous experience that ruled his heart.

After about an hour, the last of the food dishes had finally finished, prompting the servers to pack up their supplies back into their vans and leave the building. The remaining police officers likewise left the room, leaving the hulking monolith of a fox to belch and groan  alone. What was supposed to be an event lasting for several more hours lasted only a few now that there was no more food to serve. Triumphant in his feast, Nick gave his gut a gentle pat as he laid on top of it, having fattened up enough to be able to crush an entire van by rolling over it.

“*Ooorp*, *mmff*, that was quite, *bworp*, a good gorge. Didn’t think I’d, *huff*, eat this good again, *hnnf*, so soon.”

“I can’t believe you’re still able to stand up.”

Nick struggled to turn his sloshing body, noticing Wolford waddle up beside him. “Hardly standing, *buraaap*, I can barely, *hnng*, lift my legs…to move. Plus…don’t think I’m, *urp*, hauling this gut anywhere, *oogh*, anytime soon.”

“I’ll say. Looks like you had one heck of an appreciation day banquet.”

“Oh, I did, *hic*, and it was…so rich, *mmm*, and fattening. Sorry I didn’t, *orp*, save you some. Kinda got carried away.”

Suddenly, the wolf’s face lit up with elation; eyes wide open, drooling tongue slinked out of his mouth, and paws grasping his rotund belly. “That’s alright, I was waiting for this anyway.”

Looking in Wolford’s direction, Nick was also overcome with elation at the sight outside the windows of several more vans and three trucks hauling their own tankers, pulling into the parking lot. From out of the vans, workers wheeled out large plastic bins loaded with boxed and paper wrapped foods from local fast food restaurants. Others carried with them plastic cups, and pulled at long hoses that were attached to the tankers, all separately loaded with soda, chocolate milkshake, and vanilla ice cream. The fox’s massive order had arrived at last.

Wheeling in their delivery from the back doors, the workers brought them before the fox and wolf, assuming it was the start of the line, but perplexed to find nobody else within the room. They were all taken aback by Nick’s otherworldly size, and the ravenous look in his eyes as they brought him his tribute. Wolford’s belly wobbled with laughter as he patted the fox’s sides.

“Nicky, you whale of a fox, that’s what I’m talking about. I knew I could count on you to deliver the goods.”

Nick grin through his pudgy cheeks, “you sure you could handle even a single bin, *hic*, small fry?”

“Hah, just you watch,” the wolf proudly lifted his large gut, barely able to wrap his arms around it before dropping it. “I’ve had a lot of practice, and this was exactly the feast I’ve been waiting for.”

Giving his gut a heavy smack, the wolf wasted no time reaching into his first bin, tearing open some wrappers, and stuffing both burgers into his maw simultaneously. Nick was pleasantly thrilled by his voracity, watching him glut through burgers with such fervor, further straining the buttons barely holding the wolf’s belly back. Following suit, he rolled himself forward with a symphony of sloshes in order to reach his own bins; the bottom portion of his belly lifted his legs completely off the ground, now resting atop of his gut like laying on a mattress.

Both wolf and fox completely lost themselves in their gluttony to the unsettlement of the workers. Watching them cram more food between their cheeks than any mouth should physically be able to hold baffled comprehension. Having thought they’d be feeding the entire Z.P.D, they were instead met with the horrifying reality of having prepared a meal for only two. Had they not witnessed a bathtub sized bin’s worth of burgers disappearing into one wolf and one fox, they’d never believe any animal would be capable of eating so much.

Paper bags filled with fries, boxes of pizza, and bug meat tenders were among the line of bins still extending outdoors. The two gluttons occasionally chugged the liquids and ice cream along with their meals, with Wolford sticking to cups and Nick consuming the contents from the hoses themselves. The fox watched with great delight as Wolford’s belly and chest finally burst through his uniform, along with his meaty legs ripping through the seams of his pants. Even with a bin of burgers inside his gut, the wolf carried on, groaning and huffing with satisfaction like a true food obsessed glutton.

With Nick being the faster eater, his blob-like visage expanded further into the dining area. The tables behind him screeched as they dragged along the vinyl floor, pushed along by his encroaching underbelly. His wide rear lifted higher into the air, arching his back at an angle and causing his back rolls to squish further together. As his blubber spilled out on either side of him, Wolford was forced to step further right to avoid it. Lastly, the fox’s arms, cheeks, and neck rolls grew so fat, he could no longer bring food to his mouth. Thought to be relieved of their duties, the workers sulked as he instructed them to physically feed him themselves.

Glutting on whole pizzas, fat burritos, buckets of seasoned plant meat drumsticks, and barbequed bug meat, it was a good couple hours of gorging before the bins began thinning in number. Ten fully loaded bins now sloshed within the fox’s gut, while Wolford had just finished his fourth before claiming he was finished. The wolf sloppily grinned, moaning with mirth and fully torn out of his uniform. His enormous gut blorped at the slightest step of his footpaws, hanging but a foot off the floor and wider than even the largest elephant in the building by a large margin. His face significantly fluffed up with fat, sloppily grinning through pudgy cheeks while his paws lazily rested atop of his belly; his back arched to help him keep balance.

“*Hic-hilp*, oh Nick,” the wolf huskily moaned, “I knew I could, *buuuurap*, count on you, *hic-hilp*, to order a feast, *huff*, like this. *Ugh*, I’ve never felt, *hic-hilp*, so huge.”

“Wheel over, *hooorp*, another bin for yourself. You don’t know, *mmff*, how good it feels, *hic-hilp*, to finally have your gut, *nnf*, reach the floor.”

“*Ooogh*, I can’t…not today. I feel like I’m, *hic-hilp*, gunna explode. This is…the fattest…I’ve ever been. But…just wait,” he patted Nick’s blubbery mass, “one day…I’ll be as big, *hic-hilp*, as you are now. Till then, *urf*, I’ll enjoy, *hnng*, still being able, *oog*, to move. Try not to bring down, *hic-hilp*, the whole building, hehe, *hilp*.”

Stomping one heavy footpaw at a time, Wolford swung his body back toward the cafeteria entrance and lumbered off, sloshing and swaying with each step. Nick also began swaying himself, causing huge waves of red furred lard to rock him from left to right. Once he gathered enough momentum, he groaned as the massive weight of his body rolled him over onto his back. A thunderstorm of churning and sloshing bellowed throughout the room, shaking the windows and hanging lights high above the dining area. His amorphous blob of a body undulated non stop to his utmost pleasure, belly towering over him and even flattening several tables behind him.

Resuming his feast, he finished the last of the remaining bins, leaving only the three tankers outside to complete his gorging. He recalled his time at the Lion’s Share and having passed out after devouring one tanker of liquid. As immensely full as he currently felt, his gluttony had addled his mind into a drunken stupor, ready and willing to glut himself with reckless abandon regardless of consequence. Ordering for the hoses to be placed in his mouth, he gave the worker’s the go ahead and eagerly awaited the finale of his feast.

Soda, ice cream, and chocolate milkshake gushed into his open gullet all at once, like placing his mouth over an open fire hydrant. His gelatinous mass of a stomach pulsated with the rushing liquid, swelling rapidly like a water balloon. Wearing a sloppy grin, the fox’s cheeks gradually fattened to the point they now rubbed partially against the corners of his eyes and ears. His limbs once more sunk into swollen rings of fat that once served as his arms and legs. His body overflowed into the dinning area and dangerously reached toward the lights of the ceiling; all the while Nick’s face flushed from the delight of his surging fat and room filling weight.

Growing fatter at such a rapid pace brought with it such unbelievable amounts of rapture. The strain of each gulp pushed against his full stomach. Rivers of jiggling lard ebbed and flowed in multiple directions. Sinking into a crevice of his own blubber, he could hardly see where his chest began and belly ended. The landfill of gorge inside his gut swirled like waves in a thunderstorm, crushing at his innards, yet adding pressure as if kneading them like dough.

Once the feeding finally stopped, and the hoses were pulled from his mouth, Nick barely managed to keep his blurry eyes open. From what he could see of himself, his cheeks and neck fat surrounded him in a forest of rolls and red fur. His ears and muzzle barely peeked out, and he could no longer feel his appendages, now enveloped by his own limbs. He huffed and moaned with drunken bliss, feeling as if each hiccup forced up a portion of food up to his chest; his stomach well beyond its capacity to contain anything else.

Moaning and belching, the fox watched as the workers wheeled out their bins and rolled up the hoses, exiting out the back doors before hearing them close. Unable to do anything but bask in his blobbiness, he attempted to give himself a shake, allowing his sloshing momentum to rock his body like a cradle.

“*Oooogh*, *hic-hilp*, so…good. *Mmmff*, so much…lard, *huff*. I’m such, *hic-hilp*, a fan-tastic, *hic-hilp*, blob…”

“Wilde!”

As his eyes drooped, a familiar voice immediately shot him into alertness. Past his relentless sloshing and hiccups, Nick recognized the sound of heavy hooves and cantankerous snorting growing closer. Circling within view, he barely managed a sheepish grin once staring face to face with Chief Bogo.

“Oh, uh, *bwooorp*, hey chief.”

“I’ve put up with you constantly stuffing your face, spreading your fat habits to your fellow officers, your constant days off the job to help you slim down, and the countless uniforms you’ve mangled. And now, you’ve decided to blow up directly under my roof? You better have one heck of an excuse.”

“*Hic-hilp*, just enjoying, *mmff*, Z.P.D, *urp*, appreciation day, *hic-hilp*, sir…”

“Appreciation day? No amount of appreciation day food could have done this to you.”

“Actually, sir. My order, *hic-hilp*, was just leaving, *orp*, right now.”

Chief Bogo looked outside the windows; his face stricken with shock and anger as he watched the tanker trucks and vans all leaving the parking lot. “You expect me to believe all that was for you?”

“*Hic-hilp*, seeing is believing, sir.”

Bogo looked at the mountainous fox, reeling back at just how impossibly massive he really was; like a small house crammed in one room. “The mayor’s gunna have my tail for what you just cost him, and the rest of the city. Not only that, you’ve also ruined about ten perfectly good tables.”

“Don’t worry, *hic-hilp*, chief. I’ll find a way, *hic-hilp*, to pay it back.”

“Oh, I know you will. I will personally make sure of it. Whether you move at a snail’s pace, or I have to roll you around myself, I’m going to put you to work, Wilde. Perhaps I’ll even put this disgusting hobby of yours to better use. Until then, keep your blimping up out of my building.”

Glaring down at the fox, the buffalo turned with a huff and walked out the room. His last words barely lingered in Nick’s head, feeling too enamored by his own blob-like state to register much beyond pleasure and rest. Shaking himself once again, his swaying visage lulled him into a peaceful sleep. His last thoughts were of successfully guzzling all three tankers, still feeling as if a phantom stream of liquids still poured through his gullet. If he was capable of finishing off such a titanic degree of gluttony without having passed out, he could no longer imagine the sheer volume of glut he’d have to eat until he eventually did.