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Brock and Renard's Wilde Growth Drive - Chapter 1
Weeeeee're baaa-aack~! And after you all voted on your favorite character choice, Nick Wilde won with over half the votes! So without further ado, let's get Nick wide! Or broad. Or just... you know, huge.
“Ah, see, Nick?” Judy grinned wide, taking a deep breath. “A good dose of country air is just the thing you need for a vacation.”
Nick Wilde, the fox half of Zootopia’s most famous cop duo, glowered down at his rabbit partner. “You owe me for this, Carrots. I had my vacation all planned out; just me, the pool at Sahara Square’s ritziest resort, and a vixen masseur with a drink.” Nick rolled his eyes as Judy cast him an arched brow, looking thoroughly unamused. “Well, it was a better plan than visiting this pit stop!”
Nick gestured out to the town they had travelled to, Badger Hill. It was a blue collar place, with a quaint Main Street and a few old houses, clustered around a small harbor. In the distance, a lighthouse pierced through a lingering fog, and behind the town, a dense, mountainous forest sat covered in pine trees. “Do you know how many horror stories take place in towns like this?”
Judy scoffed, elbowing her partner in the side. “C’mon, Nick. It's a pretty little seaside town. It reminds me of Bunnyborrows. Just, y’know,” she tugged at her ears, “less rabbits.”
“And less vixens,” the fox grumbled.
“Hey!” Judy smirked. “Don't be such a grump. Besides, you're not scared of whatever boogeyman Stephen Ringtail comes up with. You’re scared of your mother.”
Nick muttered something under his breath, low enough that not even Judy could catch. “That's the last time I leave my phone out where a sneaky bunny can find it.”
“Shouldn't have made your password ‘Hopps,’” Judy winked, nudging Nick until he conceded with a grin. “Dumb fox. Besides, your mom’s been begging you to come up here for ages. She hasn't seen you since you made the force. Just wait, you’ll thank me for this.”
Nick sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, Carrots, it’s not that I don't want to see mom, it’s--”
“Well, as I live and breath! The bone-a-fidey Nick Wilde!”
“...the extended family,” Nick muttered, bracing for impact. The fox was scooped up by two thick, plush arms and nearly enveloped by a soft, bulging belly as big as he was. Letting him down, a badger in a slightly stained pair of overalls and trucker’s hat beamed at the fox.
“Good to see you, brother! Can't believe you're finally here; Zootopia’s best, finally gracing us with his presence.” The badger smacked Nick on the back, making the fox lose his balance. He swept his hat off to Judy. “And you must be the famous Miss Hopps!”
Nick forced a grin. “Hi, Bruce.”
“Wait, brother?” Judy arched a brow.
“Well, sure!” Bruce squeezed Nick in another bear hug, pulling him close until they were cheek to chubby cheek. “Don’tcha see the family resemblance?”
Nick cleared his throat as he was finally released from the badger’s clutches. “After I moved out, mom had enough of the city life, and she moved out here with a cousin of hers. She met this grizzled old fishing badger named Paul, settled down, and, well, Paul had two of his own, Bruce and his sister; they're my step-siblings.”
Bruce chuckled, punching Nick in the side. “Shoot! Nun’a that ‘step’ baloney, we’re just brothers!” Bruce’s belly bounced, threatening to split the seams of his strained overralls. “Ma’s been cleanin’ all day, you'd think the Dolly Llama were comin’! Hop on in,” he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll take ya up to the ol’ foxhole.” Behind Bruce was a massive truck, made for hauling cross-country.
“You're a trucker, Bruce?” Judy asked, quickly clambering up into the truck’s cabin, with Nick tailing after her.
“Sure am!” Bruce grinned, somehow managing to pull up his prominent bulk into the driver’s seat, the wheel pressing into his gut. “Been all over, from Wolfington state to Bahhston. Pro’lly makes me as worldly-wise as this fuzzstick,” the badger chuckled, nudging Nick again. The ride up to the family home was short, maybe twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Nick, trying to lean over Judy to avoid rubbing elbows with Bruce’s belly.
“Welp! We're here at last!” Bruce announced, bouncing as he clambered out of his seat. “Welcome home, bro!”
“This isn't my home,” Nick muttered, earning a sharp elbow from Judy.
“What's your problem, Nick? Bruce seems really nice.”
Nick rolled his eyes again. “You've never seen him eat, Carrots. Don't get between him and donuts; he’s like Clawhauser, but more vicious.” The fox slid out of the truck, surveying the land. His extended family lived in a picturesque white farm house, surrounded by rolling green hills and a babbling brook running just underneath it, the whole land framed by thick forest.
“Wow…” Judy whistled low. “This place is beautiful!”
“Yeah. If you like trees and deer ticks,” Nick muttered. Bruce had been quick to carry their luggage up to the front, but as soon as the two cops reached the threshold of the house, the front door flew open as a fox with more than a few silver hairs launched herself at Nick, wrapping around him tightly.
“Oh! Look at you!” Nick’s mother detached herself from her son, looking him up and down, straightening his trademark tie and brushing at his whiskers. “My big, strapping boy! You looked so handsome in your uniform when you were on the news.” She smiled, blinking back a tear before squeezing her son again. “I am so proud of you! First fox on the police force,” she sighed, finally releasing Nick to turn her attention on Judy. “Oh, Nicky,” she nudged her son. “This must be Judy. You're right, she is awfully cute.”
“Mom!” Nick gasped, immediately blushing.
Judy’s nose twitched. “Cute?”
“Ha- haha,” Nick laughed nervously. “I know, I know, Carrots, ‘cute’ is your word- I am just, gosh, I am such a jerk, I'm going to, uh, step outside and think about what I've done, right now.”
“Oh, good!” Nick’s mom called. “Abigail’s out back chopping wood, she’ll be happy to see you. Help her if she needs it? Just make sure to wash up before dinner, Paul’s coming home with a fresh catch.”
“Oh, should I help too?” Judy asked.
Mrs. Wilde immediately waved the suggestion off. “Oh, honey, no. Abigail’s won the tri-county caber toss three years in a row. She won't even need Nicky’s help, I just want them to get re-acquainted. You just unpack and relax ‘til dinner, I thought you’d like some carrot salad.”
Nick, meanwhile, was relieved to get as far away as possible from Judy and his mother, and the concentrated tonnage of second-hand embarrassment between them. As he stepped out the kitchen door to the sloping backyard, he saw a burly, broad-shouldered badger hacking at a tree stump, with an impressive pile of firewood beside them.
Nick sighed; he had better get this over with. He forced on a smile. “Hey, Paul. I thought Mom said that--”
The badger dropped their axe and turned around, and immediately let out a girlish squeal. “Nick? Is that you?”
Nick’s jaw dropped. “M-Abigail?”
The badger was dressed in flannel, but her finer features, larger eyes, and prominent bust left no room for doubt to her gender. Abigail ran up, and just like her brother, lifted the fox off his feet, her thickly roped, muscular arms digging into his sides even as her meaty chest threatened to crack his rib cage. “I can't believe you're finally here!”
“Yeah-” Nick gasped desperately for breath. “It's great!” He took a deep breath of relief when he was finally let go. “Jeez, Mary, you're, uh- a whole lot of woman these days.”
“You're just saying that.” Abigail put on a mock display of modesty, even as she flexed her arms, letting her biceps swell and stretch out her long-suffering sleeves. “Jeez, look at you, though,” she smirked, nudging Nick’s side. “They confuse you and your partner and feeding you rabbit food in the big Z?”
“Hah.” Nick was getting tired of these forced smiles.
Abigail smirked and slung her arm over Nick’s shoulders, steering him back towards the house. “You know we’re all happy to see you, right? Just, y’know, maybe we could see more of you.” The badger gave the fox’s shoulder an experimental squeeze. “You sure you and that bunny can keep up with the big guys on the force?”
Nick cast her a knowing smirk. “You haven’t seen Carrots and me in action.”
“Hey, fair enough,” Abigail shrugged. “But, maybe I can convince you and Hopps to check out our local gym while you’re down here. The guys would love to see real heroes, even if they’re on the scrawny side.”
“Sis!” Bruce came lumbering out the kitchen door, leaning on the porch railing. “You tellin’ our little bro he needs more meat on his bones?”
“Well, actually- ooph!” Nick was cut off as Abigail steered him straight into a collision course with Bruce’s belly, with her own considerable bulk pressing down on him from the other side; now both siblings had him in their clutches.
“What, you think I’m gonna let him go back to Zootopia looking like a porker like you?” Abigail shot back. “He came here to get some fresh air, get healthy.”
“Naw, the fox came here to relax, ain’t that right, Nicky? Nobody in Badger Hill can relax good as me,” Bruce returned. “You stick with me, bro, I’ll show ya how to unwind.”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind going up a uniform size or three,” Abigail interjected, looking down at Nick with a grin. “Though if I let you go, are we still gonna see you around? Hate to scare you off so early.”
“Hah, I have a feeling I’m not going anywhere,” the fox conceded in defeat.
“Nick!” Judy threw open the door. “Something’s going on and your mom’s worried sick. I think we need to take a look at this.”
Oh no! A mysterious catastrophe has struck Badger Hill, but luckily for them, they’ve got Zootopia’s finest to help them out! What will the mystery be?
A - Someone’s gone missing in the totally-not-haunted house on the hill!
B -A fishing boat mysteriously docked, but the whole crew is missing!
C -The lighthouse has disappeared!
GROWTH DRIVE RULES
- This Growth Drive features both weight gain and muscle growth!
- There are two categories you can donate toward! Choose either one, or both!
- As with most Growth Drives, things will start out slow, but ramp up as time goes on and donations increase.
When each goalpost is met, the amount of weight gained per dollar will increase!
For now, $1 = 1 lb Fat or Muscle.
- A donation of $20 or more doubles the amount of weight gained. So $20 = 40 lbs!
- DONATIONS ARE NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU EVERYONE!
- Once you fill out the form, you will be directed to a Paypal link where you can then finalize your donation.
Be sure you submit the donation in USD WHOLE DOLLAR AMOUNTS ONLY, please.
- The top donor for every round will be contacted on MONDAY and be offered a FREE CAMEO in the following round's picture and story.
If you are contacted, please respond with the needed references or descriptions of your character within 36 hours or your cameo will have to be forfeit.
- The top donor for the entire Growth Drive will also be contacted at its conclusion, and be offered a FREE PICTURE AND STORY COMMISSION COMBO of their character with Nick at any size you please!
- Don't have the funds to donate? No worries!
As with prior Growth Drives, you can still FREE-VOTE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION on how the story goes by choosing one of the three branches.
The choice with the most votes wins, of course.
- A donation of $20 or more also effectively doubles your story vote!
- Donations and voting for this round will end Sunday, April 30th, 11:59 PM CST.
- As always, thanks for your support!
Art by Yours Truly
Story by 
Renard_DeFleureax
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Renard_DeFleureax“Ah, see, Nick?” Judy grinned wide, taking a deep breath. “A good dose of country air is just the thing you need for a vacation.”
Nick Wilde, the fox half of Zootopia’s most famous cop duo, glowered down at his rabbit partner. “You owe me for this, Carrots. I had my vacation all planned out; just me, the pool at Sahara Square’s ritziest resort, and a vixen masseur with a drink.” Nick rolled his eyes as Judy cast him an arched brow, looking thoroughly unamused. “Well, it was a better plan than visiting this pit stop!”
Nick gestured out to the town they had travelled to, Badger Hill. It was a blue collar place, with a quaint Main Street and a few old houses, clustered around a small harbor. In the distance, a lighthouse pierced through a lingering fog, and behind the town, a dense, mountainous forest sat covered in pine trees. “Do you know how many horror stories take place in towns like this?”
Judy scoffed, elbowing her partner in the side. “C’mon, Nick. It's a pretty little seaside town. It reminds me of Bunnyborrows. Just, y’know,” she tugged at her ears, “less rabbits.”
“And less vixens,” the fox grumbled.
“Hey!” Judy smirked. “Don't be such a grump. Besides, you're not scared of whatever boogeyman Stephen Ringtail comes up with. You’re scared of your mother.”
Nick muttered something under his breath, low enough that not even Judy could catch. “That's the last time I leave my phone out where a sneaky bunny can find it.”
“Shouldn't have made your password ‘Hopps,’” Judy winked, nudging Nick until he conceded with a grin. “Dumb fox. Besides, your mom’s been begging you to come up here for ages. She hasn't seen you since you made the force. Just wait, you’ll thank me for this.”
Nick sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, Carrots, it’s not that I don't want to see mom, it’s--”
“Well, as I live and breath! The bone-a-fidey Nick Wilde!”
“...the extended family,” Nick muttered, bracing for impact. The fox was scooped up by two thick, plush arms and nearly enveloped by a soft, bulging belly as big as he was. Letting him down, a badger in a slightly stained pair of overalls and trucker’s hat beamed at the fox.
“Good to see you, brother! Can't believe you're finally here; Zootopia’s best, finally gracing us with his presence.” The badger smacked Nick on the back, making the fox lose his balance. He swept his hat off to Judy. “And you must be the famous Miss Hopps!”
Nick forced a grin. “Hi, Bruce.”
“Wait, brother?” Judy arched a brow.
“Well, sure!” Bruce squeezed Nick in another bear hug, pulling him close until they were cheek to chubby cheek. “Don’tcha see the family resemblance?”
Nick cleared his throat as he was finally released from the badger’s clutches. “After I moved out, mom had enough of the city life, and she moved out here with a cousin of hers. She met this grizzled old fishing badger named Paul, settled down, and, well, Paul had two of his own, Bruce and his sister; they're my step-siblings.”
Bruce chuckled, punching Nick in the side. “Shoot! Nun’a that ‘step’ baloney, we’re just brothers!” Bruce’s belly bounced, threatening to split the seams of his strained overralls. “Ma’s been cleanin’ all day, you'd think the Dolly Llama were comin’! Hop on in,” he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll take ya up to the ol’ foxhole.” Behind Bruce was a massive truck, made for hauling cross-country.
“You're a trucker, Bruce?” Judy asked, quickly clambering up into the truck’s cabin, with Nick tailing after her.
“Sure am!” Bruce grinned, somehow managing to pull up his prominent bulk into the driver’s seat, the wheel pressing into his gut. “Been all over, from Wolfington state to Bahhston. Pro’lly makes me as worldly-wise as this fuzzstick,” the badger chuckled, nudging Nick again. The ride up to the family home was short, maybe twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Nick, trying to lean over Judy to avoid rubbing elbows with Bruce’s belly.
“Welp! We're here at last!” Bruce announced, bouncing as he clambered out of his seat. “Welcome home, bro!”
“This isn't my home,” Nick muttered, earning a sharp elbow from Judy.
“What's your problem, Nick? Bruce seems really nice.”
Nick rolled his eyes again. “You've never seen him eat, Carrots. Don't get between him and donuts; he’s like Clawhauser, but more vicious.” The fox slid out of the truck, surveying the land. His extended family lived in a picturesque white farm house, surrounded by rolling green hills and a babbling brook running just underneath it, the whole land framed by thick forest.
“Wow…” Judy whistled low. “This place is beautiful!”
“Yeah. If you like trees and deer ticks,” Nick muttered. Bruce had been quick to carry their luggage up to the front, but as soon as the two cops reached the threshold of the house, the front door flew open as a fox with more than a few silver hairs launched herself at Nick, wrapping around him tightly.
“Oh! Look at you!” Nick’s mother detached herself from her son, looking him up and down, straightening his trademark tie and brushing at his whiskers. “My big, strapping boy! You looked so handsome in your uniform when you were on the news.” She smiled, blinking back a tear before squeezing her son again. “I am so proud of you! First fox on the police force,” she sighed, finally releasing Nick to turn her attention on Judy. “Oh, Nicky,” she nudged her son. “This must be Judy. You're right, she is awfully cute.”
“Mom!” Nick gasped, immediately blushing.
Judy’s nose twitched. “Cute?”
“Ha- haha,” Nick laughed nervously. “I know, I know, Carrots, ‘cute’ is your word- I am just, gosh, I am such a jerk, I'm going to, uh, step outside and think about what I've done, right now.”
“Oh, good!” Nick’s mom called. “Abigail’s out back chopping wood, she’ll be happy to see you. Help her if she needs it? Just make sure to wash up before dinner, Paul’s coming home with a fresh catch.”
“Oh, should I help too?” Judy asked.
Mrs. Wilde immediately waved the suggestion off. “Oh, honey, no. Abigail’s won the tri-county caber toss three years in a row. She won't even need Nicky’s help, I just want them to get re-acquainted. You just unpack and relax ‘til dinner, I thought you’d like some carrot salad.”
Nick, meanwhile, was relieved to get as far away as possible from Judy and his mother, and the concentrated tonnage of second-hand embarrassment between them. As he stepped out the kitchen door to the sloping backyard, he saw a burly, broad-shouldered badger hacking at a tree stump, with an impressive pile of firewood beside them.
Nick sighed; he had better get this over with. He forced on a smile. “Hey, Paul. I thought Mom said that--”
The badger dropped their axe and turned around, and immediately let out a girlish squeal. “Nick? Is that you?”
Nick’s jaw dropped. “M-Abigail?”
The badger was dressed in flannel, but her finer features, larger eyes, and prominent bust left no room for doubt to her gender. Abigail ran up, and just like her brother, lifted the fox off his feet, her thickly roped, muscular arms digging into his sides even as her meaty chest threatened to crack his rib cage. “I can't believe you're finally here!”
“Yeah-” Nick gasped desperately for breath. “It's great!” He took a deep breath of relief when he was finally let go. “Jeez, Mary, you're, uh- a whole lot of woman these days.”
“You're just saying that.” Abigail put on a mock display of modesty, even as she flexed her arms, letting her biceps swell and stretch out her long-suffering sleeves. “Jeez, look at you, though,” she smirked, nudging Nick’s side. “They confuse you and your partner and feeding you rabbit food in the big Z?”
“Hah.” Nick was getting tired of these forced smiles.
Abigail smirked and slung her arm over Nick’s shoulders, steering him back towards the house. “You know we’re all happy to see you, right? Just, y’know, maybe we could see more of you.” The badger gave the fox’s shoulder an experimental squeeze. “You sure you and that bunny can keep up with the big guys on the force?”
Nick cast her a knowing smirk. “You haven’t seen Carrots and me in action.”
“Hey, fair enough,” Abigail shrugged. “But, maybe I can convince you and Hopps to check out our local gym while you’re down here. The guys would love to see real heroes, even if they’re on the scrawny side.”
“Sis!” Bruce came lumbering out the kitchen door, leaning on the porch railing. “You tellin’ our little bro he needs more meat on his bones?”
“Well, actually- ooph!” Nick was cut off as Abigail steered him straight into a collision course with Bruce’s belly, with her own considerable bulk pressing down on him from the other side; now both siblings had him in their clutches.
“What, you think I’m gonna let him go back to Zootopia looking like a porker like you?” Abigail shot back. “He came here to get some fresh air, get healthy.”
“Naw, the fox came here to relax, ain’t that right, Nicky? Nobody in Badger Hill can relax good as me,” Bruce returned. “You stick with me, bro, I’ll show ya how to unwind.”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind going up a uniform size or three,” Abigail interjected, looking down at Nick with a grin. “Though if I let you go, are we still gonna see you around? Hate to scare you off so early.”
“Hah, I have a feeling I’m not going anywhere,” the fox conceded in defeat.
“Nick!” Judy threw open the door. “Something’s going on and your mom’s worried sick. I think we need to take a look at this.”
Oh no! A mysterious catastrophe has struck Badger Hill, but luckily for them, they’ve got Zootopia’s finest to help them out! What will the mystery be?
A - Someone’s gone missing in the totally-not-haunted house on the hill!
B -
C -
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