A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside  RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (4/9/16). This story was won by Brock himself, and he wanted to see Nick Wilde on the portly side. Well, your wish is granted big guy, as with a wave of my wand, Nick now finds himself very large, and loving every minute of it.


.:Rated general for:.
>Fat
>Implied Weight Gain


Zootopia & all related material are © Disney (they own you) and Pixar Animation.


Word Count: 2776

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Big Nick

There are many legends of Zootopia, but the most recent, the most infamous, was the legendary police officer they called “Big Nick”. The terror of the Zootopia Police Department, he was one guy you didn’t mess with, especially once he burst through the double doors, well, a part of him did, and then the rest of him. Sticking out almost a foot from his body, Big Nick’s thick wobbly gut was only barely contained within his strained ZPD uniform. Every bounce strained his buttons, creamy fur spreading through the open diamonds before his attire pulled back into shape. His tight pants creaked loudly as his hammy thighs were almost rubbing together in his stride, the strained seat only barely managing to keep it together. All eyes were on the exceptionally rotund fox as he strut his bulky stuff towards the front desk. “You are such a great dancer Benjamin Clawhauser” Clawhauser’s phone whirred.

“Heh heh, playing with the Gazelle app again Benny?” Nick chuckled as he dipped his thick sunglasses. “Y’know, if you spent the same amount of time actually learning to dance as you do on the app, you could probably show up Gazelle’s dancers” the fat fox chuckled affably.

“Oh, em, goodness… you really think so?” Clawhauser squeed gleefully.

“Sure Benny. You just give em a little of this,” Nick began, putting on some moves, his belly wobbling about, “and then some this,” he continued wiggling his wide hips as he strut about, “and then end with this” he finished, ending with a dramatic pose.

“Oh em goodness Nick, I think you’re the one who would show up Gazelle’s dancers” Clawhauser giggled excitedly, his fists tucked up under his first chin.

“Heh heh, maybe Benny, maybe. Say, if I do, how bout I try and get you some one on one with Gazelle?” Nick chuckled as he strolled off, taking one of Clawhauser’s donuts with him for an early snack.

“YOU BETTER!” Clawhauser called loudly after the portly fox.

“GOT IT!” Nick called back, waving back to the cheetah as he snacked on the donut. “Mmm.”

Perhaps a little context would be in order, as to why Sergeant Nick Wilde was as large as his co-worker Benjamin Clawhauser. Well, to put it simply enough, the big cheetah wasn’t always that good when it comes to differentiating evidence from a box of donuts, especially when said evidence also happened to be a box of donuts. Apparently a local donut shop had been taken over by some unknown fiends, who had mixed in some pretty potent appetite stimulants into a case of donuts. They got shut down pretty quickly, but, unfortunately, Clawhauser had gotten a little confused when trying to tell the difference between his current box of donuts, and the evidence. Inevitably the normal donuts had been sent off to evidence, while the afternoon rush went after the tainted donuts. Naturally Clawhauser had eaten one himself, but given his general appetite, no one noticed the difference. Nick, of course, snuck a donut to snack on, and ended up cleaning out the breakroom’s entire supply of sugar from hunger. He then went on an eating rampage, and impressed every elephant ever by eating an entire Jumbo Pop by himself. This was one of few accomplishment pulled off during his rampage, and by the end he was in hospital, with a rather sizeable mid-section. Infected by the stimulant, he had spent the better part of a month gorging himself until it finally past, leaving him where he was now. He didn’t mind too much, since it gave him a new and fun hobby to indulge in.

Finding Judy’s stall, the fox grinned as he spotted the rabbit hard at work at her computer. Squeezing in with several loud grunts, the rabbit didn’t even stir from her work despite the noise of Nick’s bulk. Finally wrenching his way in, he gave his best smug grin as he moved forward, his generous gut pressing into Judy’s head. “HEYHEYHEY!” she shrieked loudly as the avalanche of blue-coated blubber descended upon her.

“Something wrong flops?” Nick jeered cheekily as he squished Judy beneath his gut.

“Yeah, something’s wrong!” Judy called from beneath Nick’s bulk. “And that wrong is a big fat vulpine trying to crush me into carrot cake!”

“Well, maybe if you ask the big fat vulpine nicely, he’ll let you go” Nick smugly purred.

“Please get off me you fat fuzzball” Judy humourlessly requested.

“Oh, alright, since you asked so nicely” Nick smiled as he freed her.

The bunny grunted in annoyance as she straightened herself out. She tried to stare daggers at Nick, but, it was hard to do that with his cocky smile being juxtaposed by his big smooshy cheeks, and his eyes. They contained all of his smugness, and that darn weight to them made him somehow adorable, just like reformed bully Gideon Grey. “Argh, I can’t stay mad at you, you big dumb fox” Judy conceded with a sorry smile.

“I know, I’m just too darn precious to be mad at” Nick grinned in smug agreement.

“So, with your daily ritual of trying to crush me out of the way, what do you want Nick?” Judy inquired as she tried to get back to work.

“Oh, I just wanted to see how my fellow sergeant was getting on with her work is all” Nick grinned as he leaned on a partition wall, the material creaking very audibly.

“Fine, although I think my fellow sergeant should be also getting on with his work too. You might have less responsibilities until you finally slim down, but that doesn’t mean you should be wandering around trying to bother me” Judy curtly replied, before spinning around on her chair with a folder in her paws. “But if you have nothing better to do, and given it’s you so you don’t, then maybe you could deliver this file to Chief Bogo for me, as he might be more comfortable around you than me.”

“I’ll be glad to do that for you, but not without my fee, or course” Nick grinned, chubby paw held out expectantly.

Judy wasn’t amused, but she gave in and grabbed a fun-sized chocolate bar from her drawer. “You tell NO ONE I have these” she warned while dropping it into his paw.

The fox chuckled as he unwrapped the chocolate and popped it into his hungry mouth. “Come on fwops, you knowf meef,” Nick mumbled as he chewed the chocolate bar and swallowed it, “my lips are always sealed” he grinned, licking some chocolate from said lips.

“You better, I don’t want Clawhauser sniffing through my drawer for these” Judy explained.

“I thought you’d appreciate the company” Nick snarked as he squeezed out again.

“I do, I just don’t want to spend two hours talking about Gazelle” Judy sighed once the walls caved enough to allow Nick out.

“It’s his passion, and his dream. I thought you were all about those” Nick chuckled as he waddled off.

Judy didn’t respond, she never did. Nick learned that pointing out her hypocrisy when it comes to criticizing dreams would shut her up pretty darn quick. He didn’t always need to, it just helped sometimes as she could get a little preachy about their responsibilities sometimes, and that wasn’t his style. Still, he was all the more happy to help her out, especially when it was time to meet the big chief. They were quite surprised, of course, to learn that Bogo liked donuts a little more than he’d like to admit. Coming to the double-wide doors of the chief’s office, he tapped out a polite little melody on the door. “MMF! MMF! ENTER!”

Sauntering in, Nick grinned wide; he always did around Bogo. Unlike the fox, who had only eaten one donut, the buffalo himself had indulged on several of the tainted donuts. With the dosage given, it was projected that it would take several months for his body to flush it all out. Because of that, there was a more relaxed atmosphere in the station these days, now that Bogo had a hobby besides being a big grump. Well, to be fair, he was still a big grump, just a much bigger grump that didn’t throw his weight around as much as he used too. “What, mmf, mmf, do you want, *smack*, Wilde?” Bogo demanded as he snacked on an éclair.

Gah, the chief was such a thing of beauty, he really was. With cheeks like bowling balls, his fat muzzle was eternally coated in chocolate, if you could see his lios since he was eating every five minutes. His four chins wobbled constantly as he ate a party-sized block of chocolate. “I just wanted to drop off a file” Nick grinned wide, taking the opportunity to get closer to the chief.

He was wearing a rhino-sized uniform, just to contain his exceptional gut, and even that was proving a challenge for the tough material. Diamonds of blue were visible between each button, save for the one on the crown of his belly. Having recently popped open, his fat gut pressed out of the opening for some air, giving every a nice clear view of how jiggly gut. Nick did his best to hide his amused smile, knowing that the Chief still had a pretty good right hook despite his thick and doughy arms. “From the rabbit?” Bogo mumbled, his tongue licking away one layer of chocolate out of many from anywhere on his face his tongue could reach.

“From Sergeant Hopps, yes, yes it is Chief” Nick grinned wide as he noticed that another of Bogo’s buttons looked about ready to pop.

“Hmph, she’s a lot more useful than I gave her credit for” Bogo muttered as he read through the file, another block of chocolate in the buffalo’s hooves. “You’re dismissed fox” he grunted.

“Alright Chief” Nick saluted, and then took a big step to the right. With an unnaturally loud PING! another of Bogo’s buttons broke free, allowing more of his belly to sag out of the hole, adding more stress to the buttons above it. The buffalo sighed in relief, oblivious to that pop of a button once another chocolate bar entered his hand. “I’ll be sure to go and tell inventory that you’ll need a hippo-sized uniform too” he added cheekily.

Whatever look Bogo gave him, Nick couldn’t see it as he strolled out, knowing the Chief wouldn’t chase after him, not with several chocolate bars to keep him occupied anyways. That was the best thing really, that he was too sluggish to even get angry anymore. The fox had to chuckle a little, his small tail swishing about as he nodded to some junior officers, who eyed him with respect and awe. Heh, it was great to have respect and plenty of presence, and now that he thought about it, Nick’s presence could use some fuel. And no doubt Clawhauser would have some donuts in the breakroom, he always did, after all.

It was no real surprise that the tubby cheetah was already in the breakroom, and was monopolising on several boxes of donuts that were delivered daily to the ZPD. By the looks of it Benny had almost cleaned out a box of twenty-four himself, and was already eying the other one with a look normally reserved for Gazelle. “Hey there big guy, on security detail for the donut shop?” Nick joked, the vulpine eying the donuts hungrily.

“Oh, well, I skipped breakfast, so I’m making up for it now” the cheetah grinned with donut and icing caked teeth.

“Well, I hope you’re in a mood to share those with the rest of the world big guy” Nick playfully joked.

Clawhauser smiled arrogantly, his face twisted about in faux contempt. “I might be, but I don’t know if you are worthy of these treasures my young pupil. Perhaps I should see the fruits of your training, so that you mean earn the nut of dough” he said in sagely Japanese accent.

“Very well, ah mustah” Nick declared in the same accent, his hands together as he bowed respectfully. Moving into a more open area, the two got into a wide-legged, low bellied stance. “You’re going down spots” Nick warned.

“You cannot beat the master” Clawhauser boasted. “ONE! TWO! THREE! SUMO!”

Charging forwards, they slammed hard against each other, the cheetah’s natural size and bulk forcing the fox back until he could stand his ground, his shrunken muzzle pressed into Clawhauser’s enormous blue mountain. Grunting hard, he brought his feet down with all his might, slowly pushing the cheetah back. Clawhauser was actually impressed by the fox’s raw strength, and was growing concerned as he couldn’t get his own grip. “You, grrr, wanna know why you’re going down Clawhauser?” Nick grunted.

“Not really” Clawhauser replied as he tried to get a grip on the floor.

“Well, I’ll tell you anyways: I know your weakness Benny. I know you have one very bad weakness that I will exploit to best you” Nick boasted.

“You wouldn’t!” Clawhauser whimpered.

“I WOULD! TICKLE THE CHEETAH!” Nick roared, his plump fingers digging into Clawhauser’s uniform, and tickling his fat belly.

“NO! HA HA HA! THAT’S- HA HA HA! THAT’S CHEATING NICK!” the cheetah laughed loudly, his body failing him as he collapsed onto his back.

Clawhauser’s paws squeezed his fat cheeks as he laughed madly, the wily fox tickling him to death. “SURRENDER!” Nick demanded.

“NEVAH HA HA HA HA!” Clawhauser shouted, making Nick double his efforts. “Okay okay! I SURRENDER!” he conceded, laughing so hard tears poured from his eyes.

With the cheetah defeated, the vulpine released him from his dreaded tickle technique, so that he could take his rightful place at the box of donuts. “That was fun Benny, but now that I know your weakness, the student hath become the master” Nick boasted as he snacked on a donut.

“That’s so cheap Nick. Who even told you I was ticklish?” Clawhauser pouted.

“A certain tiger boyfriend” the fox grinned.

“Tiger told you? Oh, he can be such a gossip” the cheetah grumbled, pouting again.

“Chin up Clawhauser. Here, have a donut” Nick chuckled, tossing a ring of deliciousness Clawhauser’s way.

With the skill of a kung-fu master, the cheetah snatched it from the air, and pushed the entire thing into his mouth. “Fank youf” he politely said.

“And you’re welcome Benny” Nick chuckled as he ate another donut. If there was one thing Nick never would have admitted, was that once he put on the weight, he realized why Clawhauser might have had it. Maybe it was no longer needing to con people, maybe it was bonding with Judy, but ever since he had gotten large, he had definitely gotten a fair bit more playful. And he liked that. He liked being more affable with the others, and he liked being on good terms with the cheetah; he was a nice guy after all, and cute too, especially when watching him try to get back up after falling down. “Need a hand there Benny?” he offered.

“No need, I’ve got it” Clawhauser politely declined as he rolled about, trying to get back up. Grunting about, it was proving difficult for him to roll onto his front, and also just as hard to heave his chest up past his gut. After struggling for several minutes, the cheetah had to admit defeat. “Okay, please help me up” he graciously conceded.

Chuckling, Nick offered a hand to Clawhauser, who took it. Grunting together, their combined efforts finally got Benny off the ground, and back onto his petit feet. “There we go big guy” the fox said as he pet the cheetah’s big belly.

“Thanks for the help big guy” Clawhauser returned cheekily.

“And proud” Nick proclaimed, jiggling his belly about.

“And proud” Clawhauser nodded, jostling his own belly about.

And for the next five minutes, like a pair of goofs that they were, they jostled their bellies about and ate donuts, as you do. They sighed happily once they got bored of that silliness, and the two boxes had mysteriously emptied. “Well, I better get back to work, as I can’t leave the front desk empty for too long. See ya Nick” Clawhauser explained as he walked off, a polite wave given before he left.

“See ya Benny!” Nick called after the cheetah before he vanished beyond the doorframe. Sighing loudly to himself, the vulpine figured he should get back to work. “Yeah I’ll go do that paperwork, but first I’ll get another chocolate from Judy” he decided, clearly showing where his priorities lay.