Commission for  traedon who asked for a sequel to his previous commission of Bugs getting fattened. Hope you like it!

“Hello,” a smiley, gangly, awkwardly presented and loud announcer said to an audience watching through their television screens. “Welcome back to the Late Late Late Late Program with Timmy Vallon. Our guest tonight is a world-renowned movie star toon with more bills than the one on his face; he’s here to talk about his upcoming buddy cop film project currently untitled. Please welcome back to the program Daffy Duck!”
From behind an onstage curtain, Daffy Duck, dressed in stylish indoor winter wear, emerged to a cheering audience. He took the time to wave and bow, with the band having to improvise a few more seconds of music to keep up with Daffy’s deliberately prolonged introduction. Once he was done relishing in the attention of the audience, he sat down by the host in his arm chair, resting back casually. He took Timmy’s extended hand and shook it amiably.
“Welcome back, Daffy.” Timmy said enthusiastically.
“Oh, of course, Timmy. Always…always good to be here.”
“Now,” Timmy likeably stammered through his words as he continued. “We-we-we have had you on the show a few times before.”
“Let’s count them up, shall we?” Daffy jokingly suggested. “I always love to talk about me!” That was not a joke, but the laughing audience and host failed to pick up on it.
“Right, right, right.” Timmy bit down his laughing fit to regain his composure. “So we’ve had you before, but certainly not when you were as big as you are now!”
“Well,” Daffy said with a hint of scoff. “Certainly, I’ve been famous for quite some time now!”
“Yes, but up until these past couple of years, you’ve been second best to, uh, Bugs Bunny.”
Daffy cleared his throat loudly. “Well, I’ve always considered Bugs to be—”
“Bugs Bunny was talented, diverse, generous, popular, well-liked among your peers, won several awards for his acting, and is widely considered to be the greatest toon of our time. And you’ve always been such a tiny little thing in his wake. I mean, you’ve got some serious chops as a toon, but compared to Bugs Bunny, I mean, you always seemed to be caught in his looming shadow. If it weren’t for his sudden hiatus, you probably wouldn’t be as famous as you are now!”
Daffy’s face grew strained as he tried to contain his deepening anger as Timmy spoke. “You could…say that…” he said through gritted smiling teeth.
“So since then, your career has boomed! When Bugs Bunny stepped out of the spotlight, it seemed only natural that people would start vying for the next best thing.”
Daffy saw this as a perfect opportunity to calm himself down and bring the subject back to him; just how he likes it. “Of course! I mean, Bugs had some pretty big shoes to fill, but these floppy webbed feet seem to do the trick!”
He got another laugh out of Timmy and the audience. “Bingo,” thought Daffy. “The audience is mine once again.”
“And you’ve won your own awards in the wake of Bugs’ absence. The Toontime Emmys, you’ve swept. You’re up for an Oscar this year.”
“What can I say, Timmy? I’m just glad that people finally realize true talent when they see it.” Daffy thought that came off as a joke and was so busy basking in his narcissism that he didn’t notice the awkward silence that followed his statement.
“Now,” Timmy began, clearing his throat as he thought to change the subject. “Tell us about your upcoming film project.” Daffy nodded knowingly; he knew that this would be a pressing topic on many an interview to come. He was prepared and brought his ears back to Timmy.
“You announced that you were working with a big director, Questin Falafino on a new movie, but since then, there hasn’t been a sign of it anywhere. People have been wondering if it’s still being produced, if it was a hoax.”
“No, no, no,” Daffy politely debunked. He shifted in his seat. “We most definitely are still working on something together.”
“What can you tell us about it, if anything?”
Daffy looked around him with exaggerated movements. “Uh, let me just make sure Questin doesn’t have any red lights pointed at my head.” The audience laughed and Timmy giggled. Daffy chuckled along with them before waving off his little joke. “No, I’m just kidding. Nothing’s really taboo at this point. The idea, in its basic form, is a sort of buddy cop film with an interesting twist.”
“And what would that twist be?” Timmy asked expectantly.
Daffy couldn’t help but sneer at the host for such a question. “You’re despicable,” he thought. “The man knows I don’t have an answer for that, yet he has the nerve to ask me anyway!? Who does he think he is, trying to humiliate me like that!? I’m Daffy Duck, and he’s the host of a show that people instinctively yawn at! If this weren’t being televised, I’d have the nerve to slap right across his giggly face!”
“Uh, Daffy?” Timmy waved his hand in front of Daffy’s face, who seemed unfazed by it. “We…uh, kinda lost you there, buddy!”
Daffy blinked blankly as he realized that he must have been so busy with his thoughts that he remained silent for all that time. His mind suddenly remembered where he was and what he was doing. As if he hadn’t skipped a beat, he improvised an answer. “Well, that’s just it, isn’t it, Timmy? Buddy cop movies these days are so common and easy to pull off that it’s hard to come up with something new! Questin and I are really looking for something to WOW the people with.”
“Of course,” Timmy nodded understandingly. “An actor of your caliber, the last thing you want to do is feed them leftovers.”
“Right, I like to keep things fresh for my adoring public!”
“Well, I think I can speak for everyone in this room when I say we are eagerly anticipating this project and hope to see some news as soon as possible.”
“I will do my best to oblige,” Daffy replied.
“Okay, we’re gonna take a quick break. When we come back, Daffy will still be with us. We’ll hear from comedian Rodney Cautionmeadow and we’ll look at our Top 10 List of Things to Do When You’re Sunburned in New York. Stick around, we’ll be right back!”

Grocery shopping these days have become quite the challenge for Daffy Duck. If it wasn’t the journalists and paparazzi hounding him for a few small words for publishing or an innocent picture that would be taken completely out of context by the tabloids, it was his many fans trying to snatch an autograph or even a selfie for social media bragging rights. The walk from the grocery store to his car was treacherous, and even getting to his front door had its dangers if paparazzi were feeling especially invasive. As he closed his front door behind him, he was thankful that no one decided to invade his property, but he knew that he wouldn’t always be so lucky, as evidenced by his constant running from his car to his house, making as few trips back for his groceries as possible.
As he set his groceries down—which had been filling his armful to the brim—he slammed backwards against his kitchen wall. With a descending sigh, he allowed himself to slide down until he fully sat.
“Ugh…” Daffy rubbed his temples in circles. “I’m exhausted. I need me some Me Time.”
“Oh, Daffy,” a familiar voice called from upstairs. “Did I hear you come in just now?”
Daffy felt a grumble in his throat and his arms shake.
“Did you bring my carrots? I’m ever so famished!”
Pounding the ground, Daffy yelled, “All right, you rotund rabbit! I’m coming!” Snatching the bag of carrots, Daffy forced himself to get up and storm himself up the stairs.
Thinking back to a couple of years ago before Daffy’s career began picking up, Daffy should have known what he was signing up for. His grand plan for getting his indirect rival, Bugs Bunny, out of the picture was successful, but ended up charging Daffy with the duty of having to cater to many of Bugs’ needs, especially being fed. Of course, that’s what happens when you fatten up a bunny so much that he fills out a large room.
Originally, Daffy’s plan to remove Bugs Bunny from the spotlight was to stuff him with so much fattening carrot cake that he couldn’t move, and then humiliate him into leaving show business and allowing Daffy to replace him as the top Toon. What Daffy didn’t count on, however, was Bugs actually liking being big and fat. To the duck’s surprise, Bugs felt so relaxed and warm and comfy as a big fatty; he was even grateful to Daffy for making him that way.
Ever since then, Daffy has had to take care of the bloated bunny. He didn’t want him to go hungry or waste away (which he wasn’t even sure was possible in his current state). He figured as long as he still got famous, who cares if he had to take care of Bugs for an indefinite amount of time? He still, however, viewed it as quite the chore.
When Daffy reached Bugs’ door, he kicked it open out of frustration, clutching to his large bag of carrots with a pout to his posture. He didn’t bother looking up to greet the mountainous bunny looming several feet over him.
These days, Bugs Bunny was more of a furry blob than a rabbit. With Bugs so huge, he had his own room to himself. That being said, it could still barely contain him. Even with the expansions to the room that Daffy had to have done to accommodate his girth, his fat still pushed up flat against the walls and filled every nook and cranny with lardaceous bunny flab, leaving only enough room for one to open a door, and even that was tentative space.
Bugs twiddled his pudgy fingers in a waving motion at Daffy. “Hey there, duck! What’s shaking?”
“Cut the social semantics, you blob. We both know you’re after this.” Daffy thrust the bag of carrots forward to present them.
“Ooh,” Bugs called teasingly. “You shouldn’t have! Gimme, gimme, gimme!”
“And where the heck is your remote!? Did you lose it in your flabby folds again!?”
Bugs looked away bashfully. “Maybe…”
“Well, I’m too tired to look for it for you now!”
“Then can I have my carrots now, please?” Bugs asked with a playful demeanor.
Daffy huffed loudly and began climbing his way up Bugs’ expanse of adipose. Every step he took into his furry blubber felt like wading through a lake of heavy cream, but it was something he had grown quite used to, especially when having to feed Bugs almost every day. Angrily, he plopped himself onto a lumpy section of Bugs’ body, sitting cross-legged and tossing the bag of carrots towards his mouth, leaving it just close enough for Bugs to simply maneuver his tongue to fish each carrot into his mouth for munching.
“Thanks a bunch, Daff,” Bugs said with a full mouth as he chomped down on his carrots. “You have no idea how hungry I was.”
“Hmph.” Daffy crossed his arms and resumed his pouting. “I’d ask you where the heck you put all that food, but I doubt even you would be able to find it under all this blubber!”
Bugs cocked his head, still chewing on carrots. “All right. What’s up, doc?”
“You mean besides your cholesterol? Nothing! Everything is just dandy, mare-see very much!”
“It’s just that you seem a little angry. I mean, you always seem angry. Just angrier, I suppose.”
“What possible reason would I, the biggest name in all of Toon fame—nay, the biggest name in all of show business itself, have to be angry about? I’ve been in more movies than I can count! I’ve got shelves for my shelves of awards in my mansion! I've been on all of the magazine and TV shows that everyone dream about being on! I’ve got everything that I’ve ever wanted and then some! Why the HECK WOULD I BE SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW!?!?!?”
Bugs raised an eyebrow at Daffy knowingly. He knew the duck too well to not know when he was angry.
With a loud HARUMPH, Daffy turned away from Bugs, though still remained sitting comfortably on his flab. Bugs let out an exasperated sigh made his entire mountainous belly rise and undulate with his breath. “Come on, Daff,” he urged. “I’m just trying to help! You think I just think of you as my feeder? Of course not! I think of you as my friend! And as friends, I just wanna hear what’s ailin’ ya.”
Slowly, Daffy turned his head, looking at Bugs with squinted eyes. “Do you always turn on the chubby charm for angry ducks?”
“Sure,” Bugs sighed, eager to simply hear his friend’s problem already. “Whatever you say.”
Daffy’s eyes dragged downwards and he turned his head away again to break eye contact with Bugs. However, he found himself clearing his voice to speak. “I suppose it’s been getting…a little boring.”
Bugs cocked his head, squishing his bulbous cheek into his neck roll. “What’s boring, Daff?”
“The fame,” he sighed. “The glory, the attention, my time in the spotlight. It just seems like I’m giving the same answers, telling the same jokes, making the same movies, and signing the same babies over and over again.”
“Well that’s just what happens with anything, Daffy! You get used it.”
“But I don’t wanna get used to it! You may not know this about me, Bugsy, but I’m the kind of guy who lives for the spotlight! I long to be adored by my fans and recognized for my unparalleled talent!”
“Gee,” Bugs said flatly. “Never would have pegged you for the type.”
“That’s the one thing that I could never possibly get sick of!”
Bugs gave Daffy a thoughtful look after recovering from his sarcasm. “But that’s how you feel, ain’t it?”
Daffy cleared his throat again and shrugged. “It…may have entered my thoughts lately.”
Bugs rubbed his pillowy chin and came to a conclusion. “Sounds like what you need is a break!”
“Huh? A break?”
“Yeah! You know, for someone who loves spending money on himself, you sure don’t take enough vacation days!”
“Huh. Well, I have always wanted to visit Jolly old England. And you know what they say about ducks and traveling east for the winter.”
“I couldn’t imagine. But anyway, starting tomorrow, how’s about you take some time to yourself and cancel appointments and interviews and stuff and have yourself a break. After all, you’re not doing much besides that buddy cop thing, right?”
“You know what, Bugsy? For once, you have a point! I think I will take some time off for myself! Maybe hire a home masseuse to go to work on these feetsies!” Daffy flexed his feet at their mention.
“That’s the spirit, Daffy!”
Daffy stood up on Bugs’ moob, his feet slighting sinking into the pliable pudginess of his fat. “Starting tomorrow, this duck is officially on hiatus!”
Bugs raised a carrot in commemoration before chomping it.

That afternoon, Daffy contacted his agent and asked her to cancel all of his appointments and obligations for the next two weeks. Though it took some convincing and endurance of her fast-paced chatter that only a squirrel on caffeine could interpret, she decided that Daffy was popular enough that two weeks of no activity wouldn’t impact his career much. She allowed Daffy his vacation time and Daffy spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV, chowing on takeout and dancing around in underwear. It was rather liberating for him to have so much free time; at one point during his personal activities, he noticed that it was 12:30 at night, which pleasantly surprised him since he usually had to be in bed by 11 to be up in time for his appointments. He ended up falling asleep at 2 in the morning, his laptop on his chest still on standby on a page filled with tourist attractions for England.
Daffy was sleeping quite comfortably at 1 in the afternoon, but was roused by a shouting noise.
“Daffy?” Bugs called in the distance. “Daffy, where are you? I haven’t eaten anything yet!”
As Daffy was roused from his sleep, he slapped his hand over his eyes irritably. He still didn’t get up and pushed his laptop off his chest, rolling over onto his side and shoving his pillow over his head to block out the sound.
“Daffy?” Bugs’ voice strained into more of a whine. “Come on! I’m hungry!”
Lifting the pillow from his head, Daffy yelled “WHERE’S YOUR REMOTE!?!?!?”
“Uh…I think I feel it in my bellybutton here! Can you reach it for me? My pudgy arms can’t reach down there!”
Daffy’s body began quivering with anger. Nevertheless, he threw his pillow against the wall and slammed his feet on the ground, stomping his way down the hall and to Bugs’ room, muttering the entire way there. When he opened the door, he glared at Bugs with red tired eyes. Bugs replied with a wry chuckle.
“You know,” Daffy began, his calm demeanor masking his rage. “I wouldn’t call it much of a vacation if you’re waking me up when I don’t want to be woken up.”
“Sorry,” Bugs said ashamedly. “It’s just that it’s already one o’clock! My big tummy got all grumbly!”
Daffy sighed in reluctant forgiveness. “If I’m going to be on vacation for the next two weeks, could you at least hold on to your remote so you can feed yourself?”
Bugs gave Daffy a teasing salute followed by an earnest declaration. “Can do, Daffy sir!”
“Good,” Daffy nodded. “Now, you said it was in your bellybutton?”
“Uh-huh. Could you get it for me?”
“You’re lucky that the robots I ordered are programmed to clean you every night. Let’s have ourselves a looksee.”
Twiddling his fingers, Daffy stuck his arm into the deep navel of Bugs’ enormous belly, has hand probing around for anything with buttons on it.
“Hee, hee, hee!” Bugs giggled as his fingers tickled around his navel, sending tingles and jiggles all around his flabby body. Through his laughing, he asked “Find it yet?”
“Would you be patient?” Daffy asked irritably. “I don’t care how clean you are, but excavating your cave of a bellybutton isn’t exactly pleasant for me, so bear with me!”
His fingers tapped onto to something plastic. A couple of taps of confirmation, and Daffy—muttering a satisfied “Aha!”—pulled the special remote into his hand and out of Bugs’ bellybutton. “Found ya, you little stinker!”
“Ooh,” Bugs exclaimed as he saw Daffy far below him holding up the remote triumphantly. “Pass it here!”
Daffy once again climbed up the massive bunny’s waterbed-like body and reached one of his arms. He gently plopped the remote in his hands and Bugs gripped it with glee.
“Thanks a lot for finding my remote, Daffy!”
“Just don’t go losing it again, got it?” Daffy scolded as he made himself comfortable on his moob. Lying down and resting his head on his arms, Daffy said “I’m going back to bed. Make sure to keep the setting on low so my ears don’t explode.”
“You got it, Daffy!”
Daffy adjusted himself one more time as his breath slowly drew down into a snore. Bugs teasingly and cutely patted Daffy on the head. “Sleep tight, Daffy. In the meantime, I’m gonna finally chow down!”
Bugs set the dial on his remote to low, as per Daffy’s request, and pressed one of the many buttons. From the ceiling above him, a panel opened up and a rather large tube began slowly descending from it. Bugs licked his lips in anticipation as the tube hung closer and closer to his mouth.
Even on the low setting, the mechanical noises in the room were enough to rouse Daffy from his sleep. He opened one eye and saw Bugs drooling over the descending tube.
“Huh,” Daffy began pondering, his eyebrow raised in intrigue. “I guess I’ve never actually seen this in action until now.”
When Daffy first began taking care of Bugs in his fat, immobile state, he quickly realized that he couldn’t always be there to feed him when he needed it; his job would often take him far from his house for long periods of time, leaving the somehow-perpetually hungry rabbit to fend for himself on such days. With Daffy’s growing and excessive fortune, however, this problem was easily solved. He had a special plumbing system installed in his house, hooked up to a large tanker filled to the brim with gourmet carrot puree that was refilled every month at Daffy’s request; the carrot puree was laced with Corpulence Cream, the special formula that helped Daffy make Bugs as big and fat as possible. With a special remote, Bugs could easily activate the plumbing on his own and, through a feeding tube, have it pump the delicious paste right into the rabbit’s hungry mouth.
As soon as the end of the tube was close enough, Bugs gripped and opened his mouth wide to cram it inside. He fastened the end strap around his head, keeping the tube firm and secure. With one more beep from the remote, a pumping sound began, and with it, massive globs bulging from the hose began descending consecutively.
“Wow,” Daffy exclaimed when he saw the globs coming down. “You eat that much!?”
Bugs nodded and made an affirmative noise muffled by the hose in his mouth. “Mm!” he then exclaimed as the first drop of carrot puree touched down on his tongue. Soon enough, he began suckling heavily at the constant flow of creamy carrot puree pouring into his mouth, his many chins heaving up and down and his puffy cheeks slowly filling out and weighing down the rest of his face. He made muffled swallowing noises drenched in his appetite fulfilled euphoria.
“Man, you’re really going at it, huh?” Daffy asked, a strange mixture of curiosity and slight disgust painted on his face. “I’d call you a pig, but even Porky doesn’t gorge this much!”
Daffy could already hear the gurgling and groaning within Bugs’ massive belly. He could even feel the tectonic shifting of Bugs’ fat filling him out once again as he began sinking down into his moob. His belly began pushing into the walls and up into the windows, causing them to crack slightly. The few inches of free space still left in the room were being occupied by the oncoming flood of belly flab. In the furthest corner of the room, bunny blubber began bunching up against it, causing the walls to creak as the struggle to contain the growing bunny began. Some flab was even escaping through the door, slowly oozing out into the hallway and even reaching the next door across the hall. Even in his blob-like state, Bugs was now seriously misshapen as his belly began squeezing through the door and nearly causing the wall supports to break. Small cracks were forming in the walls, through which Bugs’ growing blubber was sure to start leaking through if he gained so much as another inch.
“Would you look at that?” Daffy asked with disinterest. “I have to make renovations to the upstairs. Again.”
With a few more loud and guttural gulps, Bugs probed around for his remote and powered it down. He made sure to suck any lingering carrot puree through his tube like a straw, allowing him to savor the rest of his meal. He unstrapped the tube from his head, licking his lips of any puree that dribbled onto his lips by accident.
“Ah…” Bugs sounded as he patted his full belly, making it jiggle and bounce. “That sure hit the spot!”
“Honestly,” Daffy began. “Even with your vast amounts of fat in your frame, I still have no idea where you put all that.”
“You’d be surprised, Daffy. This big belly o’ mine has a mind of its own! And it always needs to be fed!”
“I dunno, Bugsy. It seems to me like you got the short, fat end of the stick with this deal. I still don’t know what you see in sitting around all day and eating and getting enormously fat!”
“To be honest,” Bugs interjected. “It sounds like just the kind of thing you need!”
Daffy cocked his head and raised a skeptical eyebrow. “How’s that now?”
“Think about it, Daffy! Being served and gobbling up delicious food, being nice and soft and cuddly enough that you’d just keep snuggling yourself like a big teddy! Not having to worry about a single thing except for your food and how big it’s gonna make ya! I’m telling ya, pal! There ain’t nothing better than being a big lazy fatty! You really oughta give it a shot!”
Daffy pondered the notion for just a moment before shrugging it off just as quickly. “I think I’ll take your word for it, Bugsy. I much prefer my lithe and fit physique, thank you very much.”
“Suit yourself, Daffy. All I’m saying is that if you have two weeks off, then getting and being fat wouldn’t be the worst way to spend ‘em!”
“Uh-huh. Well, you have fun with that.” Daffy rolled down Bugs’ belly and slid back out into the hallway, which was still being intruded by Bugs’ recent weight gain. “I’m going to go outside and add a little color to these lovely feathers with a nice long tan!”
Bugs shrugged as Daffy left his line of sight and pressed some buttons on his remote. He looked up eagerly at the hose descending once again.

The warm sun and gentle summer breeze were kind to Daffy as he laid outside by his pool and soaked in its rays. The reflective cardboard panels he held at his fingertips served to magnify the effects of the sunlight, making him roast and “tan” quite well. A few feet from him, a tiny robot was rolling its way towards him, a tray filled with treats and refreshments rested squarely on top of it.
“Ah,” he sighed contentedly. “This is the life. That big lug doesn’t know what he’s talking about when he says being fat is relaxing! It’s all about sun and lying back and being outside and not having a care in the world!”
The whirring and buzzing of the littler butler bot grew louder as it approached Daffy’s side.
“Your drinks and treats, sir,” it presented with a monotone voice as the panel on its head lifted up to put the refreshments within arm’s reach.
Daffy set aside his panels and lifted himself up. “Thanks ever so much, Botler!” He twiddled his fingers as he gazed upon his various choices of delectable treats to satisfy himself with. He tittered with giddy indecisiveness. “Where the heck do I start? These all look fantastical!”
It took only a few seconds for a fruity aroma to hit his nostrils. He sucked in the scent and found himself not only attracted to it, but his mouth suddenly dry and parched. “I suppose I would get a little thirsty sitting out here in the sun!”
His eyes immediately darted to the source of the scent; a tall glass filled with a pink and slightly thick substance decorated with a tiny umbrella, an orange slice, and a black straw. Pointing to it, he asked his botler “What, pray tell, is this lovely looking beverage right here?”
The botler ticked and beeped before it responded. “That is a strawberry banana smoothie, constructed with the freshest and sweetest strawberries and bananas at their peak of yellow ripeness.”
“I’ll take that, merci very much!” He snatched the drink from the tray, neglecting the other drinks and treats he knocked over. He removed the orange slice from the mouth of the cup and squeezed the juices into the drink. “Bottoms up,” he toasted by himself as he captured the straw with his mouth and began drinking.
Daffy’s eyes widened as he swallowed the smoothie. He slowly brought it out of his mouth and simply stared at it, almost shocked. “This,” he began in a hushed and surprisingly straight voice serving only to mask his astonishment, “has to be the best gosh darn drink I have ever drunk.” Immediately, Daffy began drinking more. His vigor and pleasure increasing, his swallowing became louder and more vocal with each gulp of smoothie. He began making muffled giggles as he kept his mouth wrapped tightly around his straw. Even as he drained the entire glass, Daffy found himself probing the other end of the straw around the entire area, sucking up as much of the smoothie residue as he could. Soon enough, the entire glass was completely clean, as if it hadn’t even been used today. Any and all traces of Daffy’s strawberry banana smoothie were now resting comfortably in the stomach that the satisfied duck was now patting.
“Man…” he sighed. “That sure hit the spot!” His mind and senses still occupied with the fabulous taste of his drink, Daffy failed to notice that his stomach had distended a little, giving his belly a slight curvature protruding from the rest of his body.
“Will master be partaking in the other drinks?” Daffy’s botler asked.
“As if,” Daffy responded in his typical angry manner. “I want you to make me as many of those strawberry banana smoothies as you can! And make it snappy, you hear!?”
The botler wordlessly responded with more beeps and boops. After a tiny ding, it said “Master, with our current stock of strawberries and bananas and the ingredients necessary to create this beverage, we are able to make ten thousand five hundred and eighty-two strawberry banana smoothies.”
Daffy looked down at his botler with a looming and menacing gaze and asked “Did I stutter, botler? As many…as you can.”
“Please allow up to seven hours and thirty-four minutes for completion.”
“I don’t care how long it takes,” he said, contradicting his bout of impatience. “JUST GET IT DONE. I WANT MORE OF THOSE SMOOTHIES AND I WANT ‘EM NOW.”
Without another word, the robot hurried off to Daffy’s kitchen to make the smoothies. Alone, Daffy rested his chin on his fist and began to ponder. “Y’know,” he said to himself, “drinking ten thousand smoothies sounds like an awful lot of hard work; hard work that I probably shouldn’t be doing on my vacation! I do want those smoothies, but how the heck am I gonna drink all of ‘em without doing much?”
A light bulb went off in Daffy’s head, followed by a ghoulish cackle.

Daffy was certainly impatient waiting for his strawberry banana smoothies to finish up, but he was almost thankful that they’d be finished right around dinnertime. That way, he could kill two birds with one stone with his little scheme.
“And one of those birds is a rabbit, I’ll have you know,” Daffy mused as he jaunted his way upstairs. As he hopped over the last step of the staircase, he heard the theatrically exaggerated wails of hunger he had grown so accustomed to.
“Daffy~” Bugs whined teasingly. “It’s time for dinner! Can you help me find my remote? I think I lost it in my folds again!”
The duck remembered the lump of bunny blubber leaking out of Bugs’ doorway and paid it no mind. Thoughts of his many smoothies nearing completion were the only things his mind was occupied with. He stepped onto Bugs’ belly and walked up just enough to be within Bugs’ line of sight.
“Hey, Daffy!” Bugs called.
“Why, hello there, old chum,” he responded with eerie politeness.
“Sorry to disturb you from your break again, but I dropped my remote again! I think I felt it fall between my moobies!” Bugs squeezed his moobs together as if to present them. “Could you reach in there for me?” He winced back, certain that Daffy would throw some angry sass his way for making him do something.
Much to Bugs’ surprise, Daffy said “I’d be delighted to assist you, friend!”
Bugs’ mouth hung open and he stared at Daffy puzzled. “You…you would?”
“Of course I would, Bugsy! After all, what kind of pal would I be if I let my big ol’ bunny go hungry?”
“Wow, Daffy! Well, if you really wanna help out, then by all means!”
Rubbing his hands together in preparation, Daffy approached the two massive mounds of chest flesh settled on top of Bugs’ belly and dove his hands in. Normally, Daffy would be rough with his probing what with his often great reluctance towards having to dig around inside of Bugs’ fat. But this time, he was surprisingly patient and gentle with searching. Bugs giggled as his man-cleavage being tickled.
Soon enough, Daffy pulled out the remote wedged in Bugs’ moobs, holding it up triumphantly. “Found it, buddy!”
“Aw, thanks Daffy! Pass it to me now! I’ll take it from here!”
“Hold on there, bucko. Since I have it now, why don’t I fiddle around with this contraption and get you your dinner?”
“Really, Daffy!? You’d do that for me?”
“Of course! What are friends for?”
“Are you sure you’re the real Daffy? You seem awfully nice tonight!”
“Oh, can’t a duck just help out his friend in eating some carrot puree every now and then?”
“Well, if you insist Daffy! This bunny’s getting hungry!”
“As you wish, Bugs!” Daffy’s face darkened maniacally as he began pressing buttons, though Bugs took no notice. The hose descended from the ceiling in normal fashion and Bugs strapped it to his face, the mouth of the hose firmly within his jaws. With a thumbs-up signal from Bugs, Daffy gently placed his fingers over the dial. Without hesitation, Daffy immediately turned it to its highest setting.
The whirring and chugging sounds louder and faster than Bugs was used to caught his attention. He looked up at the thickening tube and his eyes widened with horror. Rather than the individual globs carrot puree being patiently pumped down the tube, it was a steady torrent of the mixture rushing through it with all the force of water rushing through a fire hydrant. Normally, there would be a thin line of carrot puree lazily leaking from Bugs’ mouth as he ate. This time, however, the flow was moving much too fast as it rushed down his throat and straight into his belly. And because of the corpulence cream the puree was laced with, its fattening effect was almost immediate.
The doorway was about to be plugged up by Bugs’ belly fat flowing out into the hallway. With a snicker, Daffy said “I’ll leave you to your meal! Gotta clear out that entire tank, after all!”
Bugs made a muffled sound of distress through his now bulbous puffy cheeks—filled to capacity with carrot puree—as Daffy slipped out of the room just as his flab plugged up the walkway. The cracks in the walls that Bugs created from his earlier meal were expanding as Bugs’ growing flab was pushing further into the walls. The supports were creaking as they could no longer hold the flabalanche at bay. The wall at his back, which was always squished by his bloated bubble butt anyway, was now being smothered as both cheeks simultaneously began blimping out of proportion, as if two balloons were being filled by lard. There was nary a trace left of visible back wall as his growing butt managed to push the blubbery mass of bunny forward and squish up against every corner. The other three walls were faring no better. The sides had already begun cracking and snapping under the pressure of Bugs’ increasing weight. The rooms beside him were now receiving visitors in the form of Bugs’ invading adipose slowly leaking into the other rooms. The front wall was already giving way to Bugs’ fat as is collapsed and crumbled from the weight. Much of the debris bounced safely and harmlessly on Bugs’ belly. However, he was already squishing up against the other side of the hallway.
Daffy’s house was certainly big, and his upstairs alone was big enough for one to be trapped there for days at most. However, at the rate Bugs’ was fattening, he was already taking up more than a quarter of the entire second floor, mowing down rooms and furniture and burying it under his flab.
He was muffling with worry, his jaws aching from the constant churning suckles on the mouth of the hose. His cheeks were sagging down his face, each now big enough to serve as beds. His body was rising enough that his head was already pressing against the ceiling. He could feel on his body the destruction that his growth was causing and whined helplessly as his feeding continued. He wanted desperately to snag the hose off, but the flow was too fast and its pressure too high; it would only serve to add to the destruction. So he ate. He ate and grew and ate and grew until eventually, the pumping began slowing down. Soon enough, the churning of the hose ceased, and Bugs was filled with every little bit of carrot puree in his large tank. Bugs removed the hose as quickly as he could, suddenly exhausted and panting at the new weight he had just put on, even in his already fattened state. He leaned his head forward for some comfort from the ceiling.
“Jeez,” Bugs uttered through his panting. “I’m…so full! I haven’t been this full in ages! What the heck was Daffy thinking feeding me all that at once!?”

Daffy was laying down in his king-sized bed in his master bedroom. He simply rolled his eyes as he heard the rooms near Bugs come crashing down. His webbed foot tapped impatiently as he waited for the sounds to stop; a sure sign that Bugs had eaten all of the carrot puree and that his gaining was done. Eventually, he hummed to the sweet sound of silence as Bugs’ machine finally powered down to a halt.
He pulled out his phone and made a call. “Hello, botler?” he asked as he connected. "How goes the smoothie creation?”
“Production of all make ten thousand five hundred and eighty-two strawberry banana smoothies is now complete, sir.”
“Excellent,” he chimed. “Then I’d like you to load it all up into the big tanker out back.”
“Very good, sir. It will take approximately 15 minutes to fill the tanker.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, because I want it done in 10. SO GET A MOVE ON IT.” He pressed his phone shut and leaned back against his back board, huffing impatiently but humming with anticipation.
Thinking back on getting the plumbing done for Bugs’ feeding line, Daffy couldn’t fathom how it was cheaper to have it done throughout the entire second floor. Arguing with the plumber that he’d never find a use for it in his own room was tedious enough that he eventually gave up the effort and allowed them to have it done in every room. Now, he was grateful to have it. As he looked up at the retractable panel in the ceiling housing a feeding hose, he mused at the idea that things tend to work out as they should.
“After all, I never thought I’d encounter a smoothie this delicious,” Daffy pondered.
The minutes ticked by like hours to Daffy. He hadn’t eaten a thing since his first smoothie, saving and increasing his appetite for the vast amount of fruity beverage he was about to consume. His belly was restless and rumbling, desperate to be filled up with anything. Daffy patted it almost soothingly.
“Don’t you worry, little buddy,” he said comfortingly. “We’re gonna get you nice and fed in just a moment! As soon as those blasted robots HURRY UP WITH THAT TANK.”
As if on cue, Daffy’s phone chimed. It barely rang for a second before Daffy answered it. “Tell me the good news,” he demanded without a word of greeting.
“Sir,” the botler began. “The tank has been filled up with every strawberry banana smoothie. Approximate time of completion: 9 minutes.”
“Really?” Daffy said sardonically. “Because I wanted it done in five minutes. Oh, well. At least it’s done. Make sure that my phones are blocked from getting any calls and DO NOT disturb me until I say otherwise, got it!?”
“Understood, sir.”
Daffy hung up his phone and tossed it to the side. He rubbed his hands together excitedly and snickered. “Time for this duck to have himself a little feast!” Daffy pulled out the remote for the hose in his room. He pointed it up decisively and pressed the button. With a loud and prolonged beep, the panel in Daffy’s ceiling opened up, with the hose descending to towards him as fast as it could, which was still too slow for Daffy’s patience. Just as it was within arm’s reach, Daffy snatched the mouth of the hose from the air and stuck it into his mouth. Though his hose also came with a head strap, he didn’t put it on.
“Because with a smoothie this tasty,” Daffy commented as he held the hose in his mouth like a cigar. “I wouldn’t spit it out for anything!”
Daffy wasn’t sure whether he wanted to take his sweet old time with the smoothie by starting off the pump on a low setting or put it on a high setting and get as much of it at once. Considering both of these options, he decided to keep it just at the middle.
“Not too slow and not too fast. The ultimate setting for efficiency and pleasure.” The last word he drenched over with almost lusty anticipation. He laid back against some pillows propped up by the back board, resting one hand behind his head. He pointed his remote up once more and dramatically pressed the button to start up the hose. He tossed the remote aside and placed his other hand behind his head.
Daffy could already hear the churning of the machinery, which was soon followed by the sight of rhythmic protruding globs of strawberry banana smoothie within the hose, slowly traveling towards Daffy’s eager mouth.
As soon as the smoothie hit his tongue, his senses were rushed with the same sweet flavor that he had enjoyed hours ago. The waiting for the smoothie seemed to amplify the taste as he began guzzling it from the hose. He puffed out his cheeks to make more room to store the smoothie for his own slow and appreciative swallows. He lifted himself up slowly as he drank more, his eyes closed and mind fully concentrated on the pleasure of suckling at the hose for his delicious beverage. He barely even noticed the bloating pressure growing in his belly as he drank.
Daffy’s belly was slowly rounding out like a balloon being filled with water. In mere moments, his midriff had swelled forward all around, giving him a rather exaggerated pear shape. His thighs were being smothered his surging muffin top, and was even spilling over his lower legs. His body began rising with his growing size, as well as sinking further into the mattress.
“That’s funny,” Daffy pondered as he scratched an itch on his belly, oblivious to its tightness and its pushing his hand forward. “What’s this growing sensation within me?” He half opened his eyes paying very little attention to that strange feeling. “Meh. Must be the empty pit in my stomach! Better drink some more!”
Daffy began drinking faster than the hose could pump, adding more and more pounds to his belly as he drank. His belly slowly began covering the rest of his bed, easily filling out every inch of the mattress. His legs were warmly blanketed by the flab, his webbed feet barely sticking out from under his muffin top. The bedframe, already creaking and buckling under the literal growing pressure of Daffy’s weight, snapped and broke. The thick king-sized mattress was now flattening under Daffy’s massive chub.
Now instead of a pear, Daffy looked more like a large and puffy pyramid, his chest churning and cheeks pumping as he continued to suck at the hose, drinking himself further and further into immobility.
With his bed already in pieces, and those pieces completely smothered by his fat, he was left to spread out across his entire room. His belly continued to surge forward in fast and rhythmic swelling. His butt would bloat as well, pushing and bunching up against the wall, but it could barely keep up with his belly oozing on ahead seconds at a time.
“Mm…” Daffy blissfully muttered as he drank. In his mind, he thought “This is amazing…it’s like a waterfall of delicious freshness…ooh, it’s so nice!”
Daffy’s eyes were lifting up and down as he slowly drifted into a fantasy. He was sharing a large Jacuzzi that, at his current size, he nearly filled to capacity, leaving a few thin pockets of space for lovely buxom cat ladies for him to happily share the Jacuzzi with him. He was lounging lazily and comfortably, a staircase of chins cascading down his chest. The Jacuzzi he was in was filled not with steaming water, but with the very strawberry banana smoothie that he was drinking in reality. The ladies were giggling, taking hand pots and scooping up the smoothie, pouring it over his chest and into his mouth. Other ladies were massaging his belly, pushing their hands deep into his navel and pillowy softness.
“Ah…” Daffy sighed as the ladies went about their business. “This is the life…nothing but drinking delicious smoothies forever...not to mention these tall glasses of water.” He snickered as he wrapped his chubby arms around two of the ladies, pulling them closer as they giggled.
One lady began climbing on top of Daffy’s belly, slowly approaching his head and his lips.
“Daffy…” she whispered lustily as she puckered her lips.
“Oh, yes, baby…?” Daffy puckered his own lips as she inched closer.
“Daffy…” Daffy could practically feel her whiskers tickling him as their lips were about to touch. “Daffy…”
Daffy said nothing and simply made kissy noises as he waited for her lips.
“DAFFY,” the voice of a familiar obese bunny called out.
The imaginative duck blinked his eyes, snapping back to reality as he heard Bugs calling from his room. Though his fantasy had ended, he still remained as big as he imagined.
“DAFFY,” Bugs called once more. “DAFFY, YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME!”
Daffy huffed and powered down the hose, barely noticing that his room was practically drowning in a sea of his own adipose. He spat out the hose and angrily yelled “WHAT IS IT, YOU ROTUND RABBIT? WEREN’T YOU LISTENING TO THE STORY!? I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF FANTASIZING!”
“Daffy, I hear you and the hose in there, and you’ve gotten too heavy! The floors can’t handle both of our fat bodies at once!!”
Daffy cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, he noticed by looking down that he could no longer see his feet, or his bed, or the floor for that matter; all of it was now buried underneath his enormously obese body, which he also just noticed he had.
“Whoops,” he said bashfully. “I may have gotten a little carried away with the smoothie there.
His ears pricking, he also heard a strained creaking sound from underneath him. He could even feel a bit of his blubber dip into an increasing curve that he was indenting into the room.
“Uh-oh…” Daffy muttered. “BOTLER, ACTIVATE HOVER MODE AND COME HERE THIS INSTANT.”
The botler zipped through the air on his hover panels, stopping by Daffy’s puffy head. “Yes, master? How may I be of assistance?”
“Would you be a dear and find me my cellphone? I’m pretty sure it’s buried underneath all this…uh…extra poundage.”
Without another word, the botler flew right to a patch of ground unburied by duck fat. He lifted up a flabby curtain and began traversing under Daffy’s belly, tickling his sensitive adipose-filled body as it went on. Soon enough, he found the cell phone and brought it to Daffy.
“Took you long enough,” he said ungratefully as he snatched the phone from his hand. He quickly dialed a number and waited for the receiving end.
“Acme Heavyweight Heavers,” said a correspondent on the other end. “How may we be of assistance?”
“Yes, I’m in desperate need of two heavy loads to be moved to my foyer. Step on it, and I’ll consider leaving a generous tip.”
“Yes, sir. We’ll be right there.”

The crane operator had a tough time settling both Daffy and Bugs back onto the ground individually; both of them had nearly broke the weight limit of 3000 pounds on the crane. Miraculously, they were able to move the two massive blobs to where they needed to be, albeit at the cost of one severely strained crane and one crane operator fainting from exhaustion.
“About our tip,” one of the workers asked.
“Yes, never drink milk before going to bed. Ta-ta, now.”
“Psh,” one worker scoffed. “Told you not to expect anything from these Hollywood fat cats!”
“That’s fat DUCK to you,” Daffy corrected.
“I’m sorry, fellas,” Bugs apologized in Daffy’s stead. “I’ll write’cha a personal check later.”
“Now there’s a movie star with some integrity!” With that, the workers scoffed left Bugs and Daffy to stew around in their immobility. Even as big as Daffy’s main foyer was, Daffy and Bugs together fit within it all too snuggly, their bellies pressed deep into each other.
“Well, Daffy,” Bugs stated with a scolding tone. “I hope you’re happy.”
“Whatever do you mean, Bugsy boy?” said Daffy innocently, his hands leisurely caressing his lovehandles.
“Oh, just the fact that you hogged my feeding hose, nearly wrecked your own home, and made yourself into the great big fatty you never wanted to be.”
“Oh, Bugsy, why must you be so cynical about being fat?”
“Well, you were the one who said—”
“Think about it, Bugs.” Daffy gripped his belly and lifted it up proudly, his arms straining from the weight. “Being served and gobbling up delicious food, being nice and soft and cuddly enough that you’d just keep snuggling yourself like a big teddy! Not having to worry about a single thing except for your food and how big it’s gonna make ya! I’m telling ya, pal! There ain’t nothing better than being a big lazy fatty!”
Bugs flattened his eyes and sighed. “Wow. However did you come up with that concept?”
“Came to me in a stroke of genius, as most things do. I mean, just look at this!” Daffy reached forward as far as he could and grabbed Bugs’ belly. He pushed into it and squished it as if he were playing with clay.
“Daffy, that tickles,” Bugs cried through his laughter.
“You bet it does! And you love it, don’t you?” Daffy took his hands away, which made Bugs whimper with disappointment. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a phone call to make!” Daffy pulled out his cell phone from one of his flabby folds.
“Who could you be calling now, Daffy?”
“Some expert masseuses, of course! Somebody has to take care of these two blobs, and I’ve got the money to make sure that every inch of us gets covered!”
Bugs could already imagine the masseuses poking around his flab and couldn’t help but titter. “Well…I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.”
Daffy spoke as the phone rang. “Right? I can picture it now! Two fatties together getting pampered and having the time of their…” Daffy trailed off. A light bulb flickered over his head, and then flashed brightly. His eyes shifted towards Bugs, stretching his blubbery body looking like dough.
Daffy giggled with inspiration. Bugs noticed and asked “What’s so funny, Daffy?”
“Oh, nothing…we can discuss this after our massages. I think I have an idea for that buddy cop film of mine…”

Timmy Vallon spun around in his chair before the music died down.
“Welcome back to the Late Late Late Late Program with Timmy Vallon. Our guest tonight that familiar star toon who’s fattened quite nicely for Thanksgiving dinner and is here to promote his new Academy Award-nominated film. Welcome back to the program Daffy Duck!”
Applause exploded throughout the audience as Daffy was slowly lowered from the ceiling from a crane, his blob-like body settling in a squishy fashion on the stage that his fat practically consumed. He waved at the people like a fashion show winner.
“Welcome back, Daffy,” Timmy called out. “How’s the weather up there?”
“Warm and blubbery, thanks for asking, Timmy!”
The audience broke out in laughter.
“I see you’ve added quite a bit of muscle to yourself. Soft, pillowy muscle!”
“All the more of me to love, Timothy! Just look at this!” Daffy grabbed his belly by the lovehandles and shook it to make his fat reverberate around his body. “I’m practically a waterbed. Who doesn’t love a waterbed!?” The men cheered and the women hooted and even cat-whistled at Daffy showing off his blubbery body.
Timmy calmed down his laughter before speaking. “Uh…actually, your fat is actually the crux of your new film, is it not?”
“Yes, of course you mean, uh, Fat Bubs Investigation or FBI for short.” Daffy was interrupted by uproarious applause at the mention of the movie.
When they died down, Timmy muttered “I think a few people have seen it.” The audience chuckled at the comment. “So this, this is a very interesting story, it’s about two cops trying to rid their city of crime…but they’re fat. Like, really fat.”
“Yes, I thought of the idea during my vacation. I decided to put on all this weight for the role, you see. The idea of being fat surely creates a plethora of interesting and thought-provoking situations.”
“And it was certainly a formula for success. I mean, it exploded in the box office becoming the highest grossing film in history in the first week alone, and the critics went absolutely nuts over it. It’s won the Toontime Emmy for Best Film and is up for some, uh, pretty prestigious awards. I mean, I must’ve seen it ten times already! It’s truly fantastic.”
“Well, you’re welcome, Timmy.” Daffy once again relished in the audience’s laughter.
“Now, a lot of people having buzzing about your co-star, Bugs Bunny.” The audience exploded with applause at the mention of his name, even louder than they were before.
Daffy audibly, huffed, making his chest rise and his blubber jiggle. “Uh, I may have heard a few little whispers about—”
“Not only was this the triumphant return of the most beloved toon in history, but he absolutely outshined nearly everyone in the cast with his outstanding performance! Everyone was shocked to see him so fat and yet so flawless in his role.”
Daffy tried to get another word in but was still interrupted.
“I’ve heard people say that they’ve even nominated him for Best Actor, which would be the first time in history that a toon in a supporting role would be up for the award.”
Daffy ignored him and loudly began speaking “Hey, everyone go see my movie! Co-directed by me, produced by me, starring me, and featuring three and a half hours of me, me, me! I’m Daffy Duck, we’ll be right back!”
The audience cheered and began cutting to commercial, ignoring the confused and muttering Timmy Vallon.