Robin, the mischievous, and well sought after, fox thief has been captured, and Prince John has ordered the sheriff to ensure he undergoes "the most elaborate punishment he can think of". After the sheriff's main idea is to fatten him up to make sure he loses his agility, preventing escape, things get out of control, and he decides to continue forcing poor Robin to grow fatter and fatter...

Just decided to finish stick this here since I'm changing laptops. Enjoy!

Characters (at least in this depiction of Robin Hood) © Disney

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"Bring the prisoner in!"

Prince John stood, hunched in the corner of the main hall, Sir Hiss coiled up on his right shoulder. They both stood with an eager, sinister smile, gently giggling amongst themselves. They had just heard of Robin Hood's capture, and were very enthusiastic to punish him in the most creative way they could think of.

A pair of rhino guards came out through the door, each with an arm behind them, holding a paw of the mysterious and rumoured fox, Robin Hood, how John had tirelessly hunted. Now John had him, on his knees, bound with chains. There was no escape for Robin now.

John put on a smug smile, making sure Hiss wouldn't disturb him, he glared at the snake, who quickly withdrew behind him. The lion then flicked his tail and moved close up to Robin's face.

"Your mine now, Robin..." He said, rolling the "R" with his tongue, the malice oozing from his expression. The lithe fox stood against him, still chained, his familiar green tunic, belted and complimented by his yellow hat, the familiar red feather place atop as always. Now Robin was at the mercy of someone with an intense loathing for him. The red fox had to admit, it didn't look good.

"I am holding you under arrest for the crime of mass robbery!"

The fox grinned, trying not to break his psyche - "Robbery? Oh, no no! More like... borrowing... for those who can't afford it!"

The Prince's eyebrows darkened, the lack of fear in Robin's voice caused him to seethe with rage until he realised that he still had no power here.

"YOU! You are one cocky little... ugh..." John's pet snake slithered towards the edge of the room, used to John's comical abuse and able to see when it was coming by now. The lion dared not lose it in front of his nemesis, it'd only give him satisfaction. No, instead he'd have his loyal counterpart deal with the situation.

"sheriff!", the lion shouted, clearly frustrated with Robin's innocent smile. Considering the peril he was facing currently, he certainly knew how to rouse his enemies. He chortled quietly, contributing further to Prince John's undeniable rage.

The portly wolf followed suit, entering the room and hunching himself up obediently, only to look silly enough with his big belly slung across his waistline. Robin chortled again, while the sheriff looked on, seemingly not bothered.

"I want you to punish our little pest in as elaborate and defiling way you can! I'm granting you the money made from taxes, all meant to capture this fiend, in order to let him know the damage his crimes have dealt. To the dungeon with him, and hold. no. QUARTER!"

"Careful now, you might blow a casket..." Robin teased, before being dragged by the arm backwards, laughing at the pathetic lion's tantrum from afar. He now had to figure out an escape plan, which seemed futile enough what with being chained by both the arms and legs, and held by the plump lupine fellow...

They made it to the dungeon, where the sheriff bound the helpless, yet optimistic fox against the wall. Robin hung there by the arms as the Sheriff smiled devilishly.

"Well now you're in quite the predicament, I don't think you got any form of escape now..."
"I reckon i'll be out of these cuffs in 5 minutes, I don't think i'll have any trouble outrunning you, chap!"

He chortled once again, lifting his legs and prodding the wolf's belly, before mellowing down, noticing the sheriff's now rather serious, yet mischievous expression.

"You say that like you're expecting me to just leave you here... I ain't gonna do that. You're under my constant watch, and the agility thing? That ain't gonna be a problem... not for long anyway..."

Ah. That might be a problem. A sinister glint appeared in the Sheriff's eye as the helpless, bound fox realised that, if he had really found a way to prevent Robin's escape, he could really be in trouble here. For now he just had to keep a poker face as one of the rhino guards smugly wheeled in a small wooden trolley, clattering against the stone cobbles on the ground. Robin was slowly getting worried. Something was up here... maybe John's "elaborate punishment" was about to happen...

Robin couldn't see what was on the trolley until the plump wolf picked it up and moved it towards Robin's face. A steak. A good looking steak. This didn't make much sense at all...

"No need to look shocked, we do tend to all our guests, even the thieves..."

The sheriff proceeded to move it towards Robin's maw, as the fox Turned his face away. It was clear the sheriff wasn't going to give up on feeding the prisoner, so Robin eventually gave in, opening his maw as the heavy wolf shoved the steak right in there, giving Robin little time to chew. After he had made sure the fox had eaten the whole thing, he motioned the trolley off, as another rhino guard popped up with another trolley, this time with many different foods on it. The fox looked over it, gasping. He could easily feed the whole town with all of that.

"Oh-ho, you can't expect me to eat all of that boyo?"

Like before, the sheriff lifted up what appeared to be a lamb chop and moved it towards Robin's maw, to which he refused much more viciously. The sheriff prodded Robin's belly, chortling as Robin once did.

"Oh come on Robin... you have to play fair..."

The wolf saw that Robin wasn't going to give up easily, so he tickled underneath the fox's maw, and as expected, Robin let out a muffled laugh. Short, but easily long enough for the sheriff to be able to stuff another into his maw, the fox's expression now looking a lot more futile as he was force fed more, swallowing it after only a few chomps.

The sheriff took great delight in fighting against Robin's resistance, fully knowing that there wasn't anything he could do. It was all part of his plan, He was going to plump Robin up. He'd feed him and feed him until Robin was too large to perform any sort of escape. The best part was, as he continued feeding Robin, his resultant bloated gut causing his tunic to rise up a little, revealing parts of his white belly, the fox's resistance grew weaker, almost as if he was accepting his apparent fatty fate. He knew he was being fattened up, and this only encourage the sheriff to play around with him more, stuffing more food into Robin's maw as it came.

Robin could only watch as the cogs in his mind clicked, realising what was happening. His tunic was starting to feel increasingly tight around his waist as he noticed he had already been force fed the entire trolley. It was no where near over however, as more rhino guards came in, each with extraordinarily large meals in their hands, each passing them to the sheriff as he continued feeding Robin more and more.

Robin watched as it happened, his tunic continued to get tighter and tighter, he could see his arms were now unusually bulky, and as he looked down, his belly had rounded out enough to be able to see his expanded white furry waist past his tunic. If they didn't stop soon, he'd burst out of it. But that was the thing. They wouldn't stop feeding him, the now overweight fox could only wonder just how large the sheriff was planning to make him.

As this continued, the sheriff noticed how heavy Robin was getting, the bounds tight around Robin's thick arms, his waist now wide enough to force his tunic to ride up his bulging tummy, tight around his puffed up chest, perking his moobs up. Robin's legs were definitely chunkier too, in fact, as the relatively chubby wolf looked upon his creative punishment, he could have sworn Robin must've grown to double his own weight already. The sheriff prodded Robin's gut, soft and warm, enveloping his finger a little in flab, the fox's love handles clearly shown past his inevitably taut tunic.

"Have you had enough yet?" sheriff said, smug as ever.
"Hehehe..." Robin giggled, his resultant double chin wiggling as he did so, "Looks like I'm starting to resemble yourself, lad!". While the predicament Robin was in left him helpless, he wasn't about to let the sheriff get the better of him.

There was no doubt about it, Robin was definitely much fatter, yet he still managed to get on the wolf's nerves. Robin was keeping a straight face, however he was getting larger and larger, and now that he had enraged the sheriff, he was wanting to force Robin into gaining much more. Not satisfied with Robin's incapability to escape, he wanted Robin to fatten to a size of ridicule against his own...

Robin hadn't anticipated that the entire guard was now set to the sheriff's command, which meant that they were all ordered to ensure Robin would gain even more weight. They flooded into the dungeon as the wolf watched from afar, eagerly laughing as he watched Robin's helpless maw getting stuffed with all sorts of different medieval treats. The only rule the sheriff had placed down was that they had to be the as fattening as possible, hell bent on humiliating Robin, forcing him to become as huge as possible.

Robin could only hold his maw open and swallow as more and more was forcefully shoved into him, forcing his gut to grow and grow. Quadruple his own previous weight and quickly gaining, he felt his tunic tight around his chest and arms, before suddenly, *KSSSSCHHH!*, the rhino guards stopped feeding for a moment, only to spectate upon Robin's enormous form, now totally without clothing other than the hat he normally wore. Robin's moobs were incredibly large, resting on his enormous belly. His bulbous rump pushed him from the wall, causing trouble for the chains against the wall, as they started to loosen, the very masonry of the wall starting to crumble, partially because the fox had gotten far too heavy, but also because his arms were so lardaceous, the bounds themselves weren't wide enough to contain him. With a sudden crash, the sheriff turned around to see what the commotion was.

The wolf chortled. Robin really was enormous. He leaned in against the fox, placing both paws on his enormous white belly, watching as he sunk in a fair amount. The huge fox's belly must've spanned out a good 6 foot from himself, and his rump probably a good distance too, were it not for the fact that Robin was up against a wall, smooshing his massive rear against it.

The sheriff moved his face closer to Robins. He couldn't tell if it was the state he was in, or the many chins Robin was sporting, along with his massive cheeks, but Robin was starting to look a lot more sheepish than before. As the now comparably light wolf looked Robin in the eyes, he grinned and said out loud.

"Not fat enough. I want him fed everything we have in the castle pantry!"

Robin raised his eyebrows, careful not to say anything that might give the sheriff his long-searched for satisfaction. He could only watch as the huge rhinos clambered up against Robin, and started shoving more and more into his maw. Now they were fattening him at such a pace that it was visible, and the sheriff was enjoying the view.

The huge mass of white fur and rolls of flab started to expand heavily, they forced Robin to eat and eat, causing him to grow and grow, already enormously fat, but still getting fatter. Far beyond the normal size for any fox, Robin could only sit on his expanding rump, watching his body swell with oncoming rolls of flab. They weren't anywhere near finished, his moobs now enormous enough to provide a comfortable seat for one of the rhino guards to sit on, while the others handed him massive amounts of food to stuff the fox with.

"Yess, much much fatter, I want to see him too heavy to lift a finger..."

The sheriff jeered as Robin's enormous gut went from 10ft. to 20, the rhino's endless feeding going and going, forcing Robin to eat more and more. With the entire castle's supplies starting to diminish, Robin had no consumed enough to keep the town going for literally years. Instead, he had been fed the entire lot, and boy did it show.

It wasn't until a few hours later that they had eventually finished, left the room, and allowed the sheriff to gloat his revenge over the immense fox, now hugely immobile. Robin was almost the size of the dungeon itself, leaving little room for the wolf, not that he was complaining. All he could hear were a few audible moans from the enormous fox as he rested, too corpulent to move, sat there after being fattened to blimp size. Safe to say The sheriff thought Robin's punishment was good enough, but then he thought to himself. Maybe he wasn't totally finished with the gigantic thief yet...

(Yes, I may continue this.)