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Brock and Renard's Wilde Growth Drive - Chapter 4
Are we already heading for the $1000 goalpost? You guys must love your lotta-fox! And since we clobbered the $650 goalpost, every dollar is now worth three pounds!
“Battle of the Badger Hill Bulge: Mayor Expands while Confidence in Police Deflates” Nick made a face. “Who wrote this?”
The fallout of Nick and Abigail’s showdown with Alkali in the old factory was slowly unravelling as the days passed by; while they were fighting the otter, Archie had struck the mayor of Badger Hill, ballooning the official up to an immobility-inducing huge size. The crisis was beginning to attract outside attention, and that attention was focused squarely on Nick Wilde, now roughly the size of a particularly well-fed rhino. The headlines were predictable. “Zootopia Officer’s Wilde Weight Gain!” “Nick Wilde’s Waistline Outfoxed” “Judy Hopps Carrying ‘Wilde’load.”
Nick tried not to focus on it too much. The house was now too small and, frankly, too flimsy to withstand over seven feet and nearly a full ton of fox, so he was now rooming with Paul in the barn.
“Those hacks at the Badger Hill Gazette always thought they were funnier than they actually are,” Paul rumbled, grabbing a fistful of jerky, his massive, oceanic belly wobbling. He still hadn’t really lost weight. “Just relax, kid, have a snack.” The overly bloated badger gestured with his gelatinous arm over to a small pile of junk food Paul kept managing to keep replenished.
“I’m… good, thanks,” Nick grumbled. His own tank-like gut rumbled softly, but he wasn’t quite ready to dive headfirst into his step father’s gluttony.
Both looked over as Judy pushed the door open, throwing sunlight on both of them. “Nick! You’re gonna want to get out here. We, uh. Have a visitor.”
The fox rolled his eyes. “I’m not talking to another reporter, Carrots, so they can ask what my new clothing size is.”
Judy rubbed her ears. “It’s, uh- it’s not a reporter.”
“Officer Wilde! I was told you were still ambulatory, so get your oversized butt out here right now before I kick it back to Zootopia!” a familiar baritone roared across the barn.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
Nick hefted himself up and lumbered outside the barn, his heavily expanded hips brushing against the wide frame of the barn doors. Outside, arms crossed and a death glare aimed thoroughly at him, was Zootopia’s indomitable chief, Bogo. Somehow, the towering cape buffalo looked even bigger, like his thick arms were actively fighting to tear apart his sleeves.
Bogo tapped his hoof, giving Nick a critical look. “So much for the cameras adding ten pounds, eh, Wilde? I was told you were big, but you’re outclassing Officer McHorn at this point.This gang of loons has been making our force look like clowns, so I’m out here to clean up your mess. Vacation’s over.”
“Hey, my mess? We’ve already caught two of the fatty fanatics involved in this scheme!”
Bogo scoffed. “One has already escaped and turned a badger mayor into an elephant-sized retired mayor. That’s one out of two, Wilde, a 50% rate. That’s a failing grade in my book.”
“So,” Judy interjected, standing between the two enormous animals towering over her. “Chief Bogo came to help us… right, Chief?”
The buffalo grunted affirmatively. “You’re with me now, Wilde. Officer Hopps will continue heading this investigation, but you need someone who actually knows how to carry this much weight.” He took a handful of Nick’s belly fat to drive home the point.
“Oh? And just what do you plan to do, Chief?” Nick shot back, crossing his own impressively thick arms.
“Simple, Wilde. We get you a new pachyderm-issue uniform, and then…” Bogo offered a dry smirk. “We’re going to make you bigger.”
Nick Wilde was quickly beginning to miss Abigail. She yelled and barked orders to get him moving in a work out, too, but there was at least a hint that it came from a place of sibling affection. Bogo seemed hellbent on molding Nick into a living sort of tank. The Chief’s plan made a certain bit of sense, if a bit eccentric for what Nick had come to expect.
“This band of loons wants to see you end up like the mayor or your father-in-law,” Bogo had reasoned. “Too fat to move. So, with that strange jam in your system, we’ll simply build up your strength, and pack on more pounds. They’ll be drawn to you, but you’ll pack much more of a punch.”
Nick arched a brow, but accepted it. “What did Forensics say about the jam?”
Bogo snorted. “It seems to be the same the old factory produced, but enhanced… there are several ingredients we haven’t identified, but one is an old brand of protein powder I… may have dabbled in during my early years.” He crossed his arms. “So, I took some.”
“You what? Chief, that stuff turned my father-in-law into a beached whale, and I’m not far behind.”
The buffalo shot another rare smile. “I’m building up an immunity; throughout history, Kings would take small amounts of poison to build up an immunity to a lethal dose. Your fat fanatics are going to find me a hard target to take down. Besides.” He flexed his own impressive arm, his swollen bicep peaking and threatening to tear his sleeve. “If I’m going to take this threat seriously, I want to be in top shape to do it. It’s been awhile since I was on a bulking program.”
And so, Nick and Bogo hit the gym as hard as they could. With just a touch of their target’s favored weapon coursing through his veins, the buffalo exploded in size, quickly outpacing his uniform, with large, meaty pecs, and arms that looked like they could bend steel girders. Nick, on the other hand, was quickly bulging out like a powerlifter ate another powerlifter. While their workout regimen was impeded only by the limits of the gym’s weights, they did have one opponent when it came to the bulking part of Bogo’s plan…
She struck when the Chief treated Nick to a hearty meal, one piled high with protein, fish, vegetables, and maybe a donut or two. “Clawhauser says hello,” he had explained.
But before Nick could bite into any of it, a smaller, but much faster, fox’s paw shot out and snatched away his first morsel. “Nicky, just what are you doing?”
“Ma’am,” Bogo rumbled, standing to his full height. “Strange as this may seem, this is official police business. Just who are you?”
“I’m his mother.” Mrs. Wilde crossed her arms, matching Bogo’s icy stare to such an intense degree that it made the chief falter. “And look at him- he’s on a diet. Because I said so.”
Nick chuckled, snatching up a free donut. “Hey, mom, it’s for a good cause, right?”
“Nicholas Piberius Wilde, put that donut down right now!” his mother snapped, and Nick, his ears splayed, slowly put the glazed pastry down. The elder Wilde turned her attention back to Bogo. “You want to see my son get even bigger? What kind of sense does that make?”
“Not that I’m required to discuss these matters with civilians, but these criminals we’re after want to make your son like your husband and the mayor; so fat, he’ll never walk under his own power again.”
“So, you’re, what, helping them on their way?” Nick’s mother demanded.
“I’m making sure your son is able to carry as much weight as possible. Even if one of these maniacs are able to catch him again, he’ll be ready.” Bogo thumped the fox’s massive gut, now taut as a drum. “There, you see? He’ll be tough as nails when I’m done with him.”
Nick’s mother fretted for a moment before conceding, slowly nodding. “Alright. Just watch yourself, Chief.” She jabbed a finger at the buffalo’s middle. “Maybe I’ll put you on a diet if you’re not careful.”
Bogo snorted, looking down at his slightly augmented middle; he’d been joining Nick on his massive meals, and it was beginning to show. “It’s part of bulking!” he shot back defensively, trying to suck it in.
As soon as Nick’s mother left the two to their gorging, the two-way radio crackled. “Nick! ...Need ...Help! At… school! Send… back-up!” Judy’s voice came in choppy and disjointed.
“What the…?” Nick frowned.
Bogo shook his head. “No way that’s Hopps. When has she ever asked for help?”
“Well… seems like someone’s trying to get our attention, then.” Nick pulled himself up to his feet, his keg-like belly wobbling. He reached for his phone, quickly dialing Judy. “Hey, Carrots…? You didn’t need us for anything, right? Because I think we just got a new lead…”
Badger Hill’s High School was empty; par for the course on summer vacation. The repeated, artificial calls for help from “Judy” had been pinpointed to the gym. Nick and Bogo walked out on to the basketball court, and at first, they seemed to be entirely alone. Then suddenly, a ball of smoke flared out, and a familiar tan kangaroo still clad in his black jumpsuit made his dramatic entrance.
“Hah! I knew you’d come!”
“You didn’t think that botched loop of Officer Hopps actually fooled us, did you?” Officer Bogo growled, rolling his heavy shoulders.
“Well, it got you here, didn’t it?” Archie grinned toothily. “And hey, looks like my job’s already half done! Been hanging out with your badger buddy, Wilde?” The kangaroo let out a peal of laughter as he looked at the overblown fox.
Nick growled softly as he clenched his fists. “He's my step-dad, you clodhopping joke! And once we bring you in we’re gonna talk to you about health food.” Stepping toward Archie the big vulpine grunted, his heavy gut shifting with each step.
Even before the fox reached half court the kangaroo bounded away, staying out of reach. “Yeah right, like I'd let you get close again. I'm not gonna wind up crushed by your big butt twice, blimp boy!”
Of course, with his attention on Nick the criminal hadn't quite kept track of the looming buffalo he nearly ran into. Skidding to a halt, he bounced back as Bogo lunged for him. Looking over the chief’s straining uniform he smirked at the sight of his middle, bulging out just enough to make some of his gray fur peek out between the buttons. “Oh wow, guess I wasn't wrong, chiefy! You guys really are getting my work done for me. The press’ll love it when that big buffalo gut can't fit in a cruiser!”
Jumping back. the kangaroo’s cackling was only cut off when he collided with what felt like a wall, if only marginally softer. Going white, he slowly turned his head, looking up to spot the wide smirk on Nick’s chubby muzzle.
The fox’s arms bulged, digging against the sides of his chest as he looked down at Archie. “You're gonna be coming with us, buddy. We’ll stick you in a nice, padded cell this time.”
“Uh, don't suppose you'd lemme go if I gave you a cookie?” The roo grinned, looking almost hopeful as Nick tapped his chin.
“Nah, got plenty at home.” The fox grunted as he shifted his weight back before heaving forward. The mass of his belly, once nothing but fat, was now more like a battering ram with a soft layer on top. Momentum gave Nick enough power to send the kangaroo sailing back through the air.
The few seconds that he tumbled head over heels gave Archie just enough time to reflect on his plan not being the best. This was apparently more than enough time for Bogo to have moved to intercept the flying marsupial.
With a grunt, the police chief thrust out his chest as Archie collided with him. The result was something akin to a volleyball being bumped back over a net as the feeder felon was knocked back toward Nick. Of course the motion had caused several buttons to burst off of Bogo’s uniform, letting the heavy mass of the bovine’s pecs spill free as he snorted.
What followed was the world’s first, and possibly only, game of kangaroo volleyball. Between the ramming force of Nick’s gut and Bogo’s chest, Archie was kept aloft for several bounces, until Nick delivered such a wallop, it sent the marsupial sailing into the basketball hoop, where he became stuck. “I always hated sports,” he mumbled before passing out.
Nick rubbed his head lightly as he looked up at the criminal before glancing at the chief. “Uh, think we may have taken it too far, boss?”
“Nonsense, we simply apprehended a dangerous criminal who has been assaulting numerous mammals. All we did was use due force.” Grinning, the buffalo tensed his chest, snorting as another button popped free, pinging off the floor as his pecs pushed fully free.
“I guess this did end up being pretty useful then,” the fox chuckled. He gave his swollen paunch a smack, making it shake around heavily. “Besides, it was about time I had a chance to throw my weight around. Guess poor Archie here didn't think he'd just wind up making it easier to get caught.”
“Nick!” the two-way radio crackled with the real Judy’s voice, this time. “You gotta get back home; Archie was just there to distract you! Someone’s broken in, now your mom’s missing! Hurry!”
Oh no! Catastrophic capture and calamitous kidnapping! Where will Nick go to find his mom?
A -There’s tracks leading to the woods!
B -She was last seen down by the docks, better catch a boat!
C
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 may increase, or a special feature will be added!
For now, $1 = 3 lb Fat or Muscle.
- Chief Bogo is also on the case! He will gain weight of the opposite type Nick does!
- A donation of $20 or more doubles the amount of weight gained. So $20 = 120 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!
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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.
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- Donations and voting for this round will end Sunday, May 21st, 11:59 PM CST.
- As always, thanks for your support!
Art by Yours Truly
Cameo by 
GenialGroucho's Archie
Story by 
Renard_DeFleureax
Editing by 
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Nocturne“Battle of the Badger Hill Bulge: Mayor Expands while Confidence in Police Deflates” Nick made a face. “Who wrote this?”
The fallout of Nick and Abigail’s showdown with Alkali in the old factory was slowly unravelling as the days passed by; while they were fighting the otter, Archie had struck the mayor of Badger Hill, ballooning the official up to an immobility-inducing huge size. The crisis was beginning to attract outside attention, and that attention was focused squarely on Nick Wilde, now roughly the size of a particularly well-fed rhino. The headlines were predictable. “Zootopia Officer’s Wilde Weight Gain!” “Nick Wilde’s Waistline Outfoxed” “Judy Hopps Carrying ‘Wilde’load.”
Nick tried not to focus on it too much. The house was now too small and, frankly, too flimsy to withstand over seven feet and nearly a full ton of fox, so he was now rooming with Paul in the barn.
“Those hacks at the Badger Hill Gazette always thought they were funnier than they actually are,” Paul rumbled, grabbing a fistful of jerky, his massive, oceanic belly wobbling. He still hadn’t really lost weight. “Just relax, kid, have a snack.” The overly bloated badger gestured with his gelatinous arm over to a small pile of junk food Paul kept managing to keep replenished.
“I’m… good, thanks,” Nick grumbled. His own tank-like gut rumbled softly, but he wasn’t quite ready to dive headfirst into his step father’s gluttony.
Both looked over as Judy pushed the door open, throwing sunlight on both of them. “Nick! You’re gonna want to get out here. We, uh. Have a visitor.”
The fox rolled his eyes. “I’m not talking to another reporter, Carrots, so they can ask what my new clothing size is.”
Judy rubbed her ears. “It’s, uh- it’s not a reporter.”
“Officer Wilde! I was told you were still ambulatory, so get your oversized butt out here right now before I kick it back to Zootopia!” a familiar baritone roared across the barn.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
Nick hefted himself up and lumbered outside the barn, his heavily expanded hips brushing against the wide frame of the barn doors. Outside, arms crossed and a death glare aimed thoroughly at him, was Zootopia’s indomitable chief, Bogo. Somehow, the towering cape buffalo looked even bigger, like his thick arms were actively fighting to tear apart his sleeves.
Bogo tapped his hoof, giving Nick a critical look. “So much for the cameras adding ten pounds, eh, Wilde? I was told you were big, but you’re outclassing Officer McHorn at this point.This gang of loons has been making our force look like clowns, so I’m out here to clean up your mess. Vacation’s over.”
“Hey, my mess? We’ve already caught two of the fatty fanatics involved in this scheme!”
Bogo scoffed. “One has already escaped and turned a badger mayor into an elephant-sized retired mayor. That’s one out of two, Wilde, a 50% rate. That’s a failing grade in my book.”
“So,” Judy interjected, standing between the two enormous animals towering over her. “Chief Bogo came to help us… right, Chief?”
The buffalo grunted affirmatively. “You’re with me now, Wilde. Officer Hopps will continue heading this investigation, but you need someone who actually knows how to carry this much weight.” He took a handful of Nick’s belly fat to drive home the point.
“Oh? And just what do you plan to do, Chief?” Nick shot back, crossing his own impressively thick arms.
“Simple, Wilde. We get you a new pachyderm-issue uniform, and then…” Bogo offered a dry smirk. “We’re going to make you bigger.”
Nick Wilde was quickly beginning to miss Abigail. She yelled and barked orders to get him moving in a work out, too, but there was at least a hint that it came from a place of sibling affection. Bogo seemed hellbent on molding Nick into a living sort of tank. The Chief’s plan made a certain bit of sense, if a bit eccentric for what Nick had come to expect.
“This band of loons wants to see you end up like the mayor or your father-in-law,” Bogo had reasoned. “Too fat to move. So, with that strange jam in your system, we’ll simply build up your strength, and pack on more pounds. They’ll be drawn to you, but you’ll pack much more of a punch.”
Nick arched a brow, but accepted it. “What did Forensics say about the jam?”
Bogo snorted. “It seems to be the same the old factory produced, but enhanced… there are several ingredients we haven’t identified, but one is an old brand of protein powder I… may have dabbled in during my early years.” He crossed his arms. “So, I took some.”
“You what? Chief, that stuff turned my father-in-law into a beached whale, and I’m not far behind.”
The buffalo shot another rare smile. “I’m building up an immunity; throughout history, Kings would take small amounts of poison to build up an immunity to a lethal dose. Your fat fanatics are going to find me a hard target to take down. Besides.” He flexed his own impressive arm, his swollen bicep peaking and threatening to tear his sleeve. “If I’m going to take this threat seriously, I want to be in top shape to do it. It’s been awhile since I was on a bulking program.”
And so, Nick and Bogo hit the gym as hard as they could. With just a touch of their target’s favored weapon coursing through his veins, the buffalo exploded in size, quickly outpacing his uniform, with large, meaty pecs, and arms that looked like they could bend steel girders. Nick, on the other hand, was quickly bulging out like a powerlifter ate another powerlifter. While their workout regimen was impeded only by the limits of the gym’s weights, they did have one opponent when it came to the bulking part of Bogo’s plan…
She struck when the Chief treated Nick to a hearty meal, one piled high with protein, fish, vegetables, and maybe a donut or two. “Clawhauser says hello,” he had explained.
But before Nick could bite into any of it, a smaller, but much faster, fox’s paw shot out and snatched away his first morsel. “Nicky, just what are you doing?”
“Ma’am,” Bogo rumbled, standing to his full height. “Strange as this may seem, this is official police business. Just who are you?”
“I’m his mother.” Mrs. Wilde crossed her arms, matching Bogo’s icy stare to such an intense degree that it made the chief falter. “And look at him- he’s on a diet. Because I said so.”
Nick chuckled, snatching up a free donut. “Hey, mom, it’s for a good cause, right?”
“Nicholas Piberius Wilde, put that donut down right now!” his mother snapped, and Nick, his ears splayed, slowly put the glazed pastry down. The elder Wilde turned her attention back to Bogo. “You want to see my son get even bigger? What kind of sense does that make?”
“Not that I’m required to discuss these matters with civilians, but these criminals we’re after want to make your son like your husband and the mayor; so fat, he’ll never walk under his own power again.”
“So, you’re, what, helping them on their way?” Nick’s mother demanded.
“I’m making sure your son is able to carry as much weight as possible. Even if one of these maniacs are able to catch him again, he’ll be ready.” Bogo thumped the fox’s massive gut, now taut as a drum. “There, you see? He’ll be tough as nails when I’m done with him.”
Nick’s mother fretted for a moment before conceding, slowly nodding. “Alright. Just watch yourself, Chief.” She jabbed a finger at the buffalo’s middle. “Maybe I’ll put you on a diet if you’re not careful.”
Bogo snorted, looking down at his slightly augmented middle; he’d been joining Nick on his massive meals, and it was beginning to show. “It’s part of bulking!” he shot back defensively, trying to suck it in.
As soon as Nick’s mother left the two to their gorging, the two-way radio crackled. “Nick! ...Need ...Help! At… school! Send… back-up!” Judy’s voice came in choppy and disjointed.
“What the…?” Nick frowned.
Bogo shook his head. “No way that’s Hopps. When has she ever asked for help?”
“Well… seems like someone’s trying to get our attention, then.” Nick pulled himself up to his feet, his keg-like belly wobbling. He reached for his phone, quickly dialing Judy. “Hey, Carrots…? You didn’t need us for anything, right? Because I think we just got a new lead…”
Badger Hill’s High School was empty; par for the course on summer vacation. The repeated, artificial calls for help from “Judy” had been pinpointed to the gym. Nick and Bogo walked out on to the basketball court, and at first, they seemed to be entirely alone. Then suddenly, a ball of smoke flared out, and a familiar tan kangaroo still clad in his black jumpsuit made his dramatic entrance.
“Hah! I knew you’d come!”
“You didn’t think that botched loop of Officer Hopps actually fooled us, did you?” Officer Bogo growled, rolling his heavy shoulders.
“Well, it got you here, didn’t it?” Archie grinned toothily. “And hey, looks like my job’s already half done! Been hanging out with your badger buddy, Wilde?” The kangaroo let out a peal of laughter as he looked at the overblown fox.
Nick growled softly as he clenched his fists. “He's my step-dad, you clodhopping joke! And once we bring you in we’re gonna talk to you about health food.” Stepping toward Archie the big vulpine grunted, his heavy gut shifting with each step.
Even before the fox reached half court the kangaroo bounded away, staying out of reach. “Yeah right, like I'd let you get close again. I'm not gonna wind up crushed by your big butt twice, blimp boy!”
Of course, with his attention on Nick the criminal hadn't quite kept track of the looming buffalo he nearly ran into. Skidding to a halt, he bounced back as Bogo lunged for him. Looking over the chief’s straining uniform he smirked at the sight of his middle, bulging out just enough to make some of his gray fur peek out between the buttons. “Oh wow, guess I wasn't wrong, chiefy! You guys really are getting my work done for me. The press’ll love it when that big buffalo gut can't fit in a cruiser!”
Jumping back. the kangaroo’s cackling was only cut off when he collided with what felt like a wall, if only marginally softer. Going white, he slowly turned his head, looking up to spot the wide smirk on Nick’s chubby muzzle.
The fox’s arms bulged, digging against the sides of his chest as he looked down at Archie. “You're gonna be coming with us, buddy. We’ll stick you in a nice, padded cell this time.”
“Uh, don't suppose you'd lemme go if I gave you a cookie?” The roo grinned, looking almost hopeful as Nick tapped his chin.
“Nah, got plenty at home.” The fox grunted as he shifted his weight back before heaving forward. The mass of his belly, once nothing but fat, was now more like a battering ram with a soft layer on top. Momentum gave Nick enough power to send the kangaroo sailing back through the air.
The few seconds that he tumbled head over heels gave Archie just enough time to reflect on his plan not being the best. This was apparently more than enough time for Bogo to have moved to intercept the flying marsupial.
With a grunt, the police chief thrust out his chest as Archie collided with him. The result was something akin to a volleyball being bumped back over a net as the feeder felon was knocked back toward Nick. Of course the motion had caused several buttons to burst off of Bogo’s uniform, letting the heavy mass of the bovine’s pecs spill free as he snorted.
What followed was the world’s first, and possibly only, game of kangaroo volleyball. Between the ramming force of Nick’s gut and Bogo’s chest, Archie was kept aloft for several bounces, until Nick delivered such a wallop, it sent the marsupial sailing into the basketball hoop, where he became stuck. “I always hated sports,” he mumbled before passing out.
Nick rubbed his head lightly as he looked up at the criminal before glancing at the chief. “Uh, think we may have taken it too far, boss?”
“Nonsense, we simply apprehended a dangerous criminal who has been assaulting numerous mammals. All we did was use due force.” Grinning, the buffalo tensed his chest, snorting as another button popped free, pinging off the floor as his pecs pushed fully free.
“I guess this did end up being pretty useful then,” the fox chuckled. He gave his swollen paunch a smack, making it shake around heavily. “Besides, it was about time I had a chance to throw my weight around. Guess poor Archie here didn't think he'd just wind up making it easier to get caught.”
“Nick!” the two-way radio crackled with the real Judy’s voice, this time. “You gotta get back home; Archie was just there to distract you! Someone’s broken in, now your mom’s missing! Hurry!”
Oh no! Catastrophic capture and calamitous kidnapping! Where will Nick go to find his mom?
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Category All / Fat Furs
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1250 x 694px
File Size 487 kB
Seems C is gonna win. x3 Though I dunno why. I mean: A lighthouse is pretty difficult for a big guy like Nick to walk in. Unless it is a HUGE one. Plus it will need to have enough space for Nick to grow/fatten/strengthen in. ;3 <3
I kind hope people with go for both fat and muscle. So our fatty will still be able to move around even with a belly that technically towers over him. ;3 <3
I kind hope people with go for both fat and muscle. So our fatty will still be able to move around even with a belly that technically towers over him. ;3 <3
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