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Brock and Renard's Wilde Growth Drive - Chapter 5
The $1000 goalpost has been demolished, and we haven't even gotten to the end of the drive yet! We never expected to get this far, but we're more than happy to see where this goes! Seriously, you guys, Renard and I can't thank you enough for the support! ...But maybe we can give you all a little something extra, say, a certain baritone-voiced partner in crime?
NOTICE: We're coming up on the ending, so THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO DONATE! If we finish strong, Ren and I'll make the finale a two-parter!
Also! The donations have been so overwhelming, we had to change the rules a bit! Now, instead of going to Paypal.me, you'll be sent an invoice instead.
Trying to stop Nick as he charged home was more and more like trying to stop a rampaging elephant; Judy even swore the ground shook as her massive partner came lumbering up on his wide legs, which were now supporting a breath-taking amount of weight.
“What happened?” Nick demanded. “Where’s my mom?”
“Abby and I just got back putting away another one of these guys, and the door was busted open,” Judy explained. “Only… the door was busted open from the inside,”
Nick furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
Judy pointed back to the driveway up to the house. “You… didn't notice the new lawn decoration?”
Nick and Bogo turned around, and what they thought to be a boulder turned out to be a quietly wheezing, thoroughly massive, lard-ridden Bruce.
“Oh, god!” Nick swore under his breath as he lumbered up to his step brother, surveying the damage. “They got you, too?”
Bruce nodded, multiple chins wobbling. He had burst out of his clothes, and was pinned to the ground by a nearly spherical gut that dwarfed the rest of him. Just touching it made a deep, lethargic sloshing noise as all the jam stuffed inside him still hadn't settled. “Fought ‘em off as hard as I could, bro…” Bruce wheezed before slipping back into his half-conscious food coma.
“That does it!” Nick palmed his fist, causing more of his strained uniform to fall to pieces over his mammoth bulk, his powerful arms digging into his fatty sides. “These thugs have taken it too far! They've gone after my whole family, I- I’ll crush them!”
“Officer Wilde!” Bogo stepped forward, grabbing Nick’s prodigious shoulders, the chief’s own meaty chest fitting over the fox’s bulging belly nicely. “Get a hold of yourself. You're our first fox cop, so live up to the stereotype for once and think of something clever.”
Nick grunted, nodding at Bogo. “Fine.” Lumbering off, he began to pace, occasionally brushing his own mountainous belly with Bruce’s. “What did you see, Bruce?”
“Just a bunch-a masked thugs grabbed Ma and carried her out to a truck! One real burly guy got me stuck on that danged hose, and I had to get out here before I brought the house down with me,” the bloated badger said.
Abigail sighed, flexing her bulging arms. “C’mon, bro, let’s get you into the barn with Pa.” She began to dig deep into her brother’s lard to start rolling him.
“If they didn’t leave a note or anything, what does that mean?” Nick muttered. “They took a hostage. Wouldn’t they have demands?”
“Maybe they will when they reach some place secure,” Judy offered. “They want us to sweat a bit.”
Bogo nodded in agreement. “In cases like this, the hostage is usually taken some place convenient, but defensible. The factory and the old manor would be too obvious, so what does that leave?”
As if answering the question, there was the sound of an engine backfiring, and on the horizon was a very familiar beat-up van approaching them. When Nick saw the unmistakable decal of Canine the Barbarian, his jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Finnick?”
The van pulled up to the huge fox, and the tinted window rolled down just enough to see the peak of Finnick’s ears. “Heeeey, Wilde. I’ve been looking for you for a few days, now. Just had to follow the trail of torn police uniforms and empty burger wrappers.”
“Hah. Finnick, what’re you doing-” As the fennec fox kicked the door to his van open, Nick had to take a second look as the long-suffering chasis of the van bounced violently, freed from half a ton of mammal. “What happened to you?”
Finnick shot Nick a toothy smirk. “Impressed?” The tawny furred vulpine was now standing significantly taller than Judy, when he used to be dwarfed by the rabbit, and he was easily three times as wide. Muscle seemed to ripple down every part of him, save for a gut that was bulging out significantly and threatening the integrity of his long-suffering shirt, buttons stretched wide to let tufts of fur peek through. He brought up his arms, now twice the size of his own head, and flexed biceps that peaked against his clenched fists. “I oughta be thanking you, actually.”
“Wait, what?” Nick frowned.
“Those crazy gangsters got a hold of me, too! They’ve been getting everyone close to you, Wilde. But, hey, I made the best of the situation.” He nodded to Nick’s own titanic arms, then bounced his meaty pecs. “Keep it up, and you just might have a bod like this yourself, tubby. You look like a furry hippo.”
“Yeah, let’s see how much smart talk ya got when I sit on you, tiny,” Nick shot back, still able to cast Finnick in his shadow.
“Gentlemen!” Bogo called. “Can we get to the matter at hand, here? We still have a hostage crisis.”
“Wait, what?” Finnick frowned.
Judy shook her head. “They kidnapped Nick’s mom.”
Finnick look surprised. “Wait- Mrs. Wilde? That’s crazy.” There was a significant amount of bravado taken out of the fennec’s sails, and he was silent for a moment before turning back to Nick. “I, uh- I just came by to tell you there was some crazy stuff happening down by the lighthouse. Like, stuff you oughta check out.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific. Police don’t just ‘check out’ things,” Bogo grumbled.
Finnick held up his hands in defence. “Hey, I just saw some weird guys head in there with some hoses, alright?” He gestured back to the van, where a wolf had clambered out of the passenger side. “Picked up this kid who was running out of there, saying some goons tried to get him.”
The wolf had unusual coloring, with copper fur and splashes of green around his muzzle and limbs, and he beamed wide when he saw Nick. “Wow… you’re actually him!” He took out a camera, and quickly snapped a picture of the huge fox which left Nick dazed for a couple of seconds. “My name’s Tantio, and I’m a huge fan, Officer Wilde. I- I took pictures of the guys out by the lighthouse. They weren’t happy to see me there.” He offered up his camera. “You can look through the pictures, if you want.”
Bogo and Nick exchanged looks, and Judy grit her teeth as she looked through the photos on Tantio’s camera. “I don’t see anyone we recognize… but, it’s all we’ve got and solid evidence something’s going on. This could get messy, so, do we have a plan?”
Nick stroked one of his chins. “Actually… hm. You said Bruce got hit by more jam inside the house, right?”
His partner nodded.
“Well… are there any leftovers?”
Bogo snorted. “Wilde, are you crazy?”
“Hey, you’ve been training me to carry all this weight,” Nick picked up his gut and let it drop, bouncing and resounding like a timpani drum. “I say I can handle more. And if that same stuff made Finnick into… that…” the fennec grinned again, striking another pose with his huge arms. “I say, if they’re after me, we give them more fox than they can handle.”
Badger Hill wasn’t used to earthquakes, so when the ground began to shake violently down main street, the residents of the small town were reasonably concerned. And when they saw a giant fox almost as tall as a building pounding down the street, the people of Badger Hill had the good sense to stay out of his way, batten down the hatches, and wait for this to blow over.
Nick huffed as he reached the lighthouse, his massive body quaking. His arms had exploded with new, bulging muscle, his powerful chest surged past his muzzle, and his legs were stronger than ever; a good thing, as his tank-like middle had not gone anywhere, sloshing heavily as he caught his breath.
Tantio, Finnick, and Bogo piled out of the fennec’s long-suffering van, staring up at the lighthouse. The tall stone tower was now being patrolled by what they could only assume to be small, toy biplanes.
Bogo frowned. “What the…”
Nick squinted as one of the planes seemed to be carrying an extra, fox-sized passenger. “Is that… mom?” His jaw dropped at the sight of his mother, bound and gagged atop one of the small planes as it whizzed through the air, trying desperately not to squirm lest she fall. The overblown fox growled loudly as he stomped toward the lighthouse door before reality slammed into him. Or what would be more accurate is that his belly slammed into the door, spilling over the doorframe before he could even reach the knob. In his haste to take over the playing field he'd inadvertently made himself too big for the game.
Bogo smacked his forehead and groaned. “Wilde! For now you aren't getting in there, so stay down here while myself and the little one enter and apprehend the suspects.”
Finnick shot him an angry look. “Watch it, Mungo.”
“No can do, Chief! That's my mom, I'm not staying on the sidelines when she's in danger!” The fox began looking around frantically, trying to find some alternative entrance. Sadly the lighthouse had only ever required one door and with a gut five sizes too big to fit, the fox was grounded.
Finnick winced as he watched his old partner groan in frustration. “Hey, calm down. Your mom is gonna be fine, let's just get inside. Wait here, Nick.” The miniature hulk rolled his broad shoulders as he headed for the door before a loud grunt forced all eyes back to Nick.
The formerly svelte police officer had abandoned all hope of fitting into the lighthouse. His new plan had taken the form of those big, powerful paws gripped at the solid stones of the tower. By luck or a miracle they didn't buckle under his weight as he started to climb, his vast gut smooshing against the side of the lighthouse as his massive arms bulged heavily to carry his weight.
The trio below were left dumbstruck before Tantio shook himself. “He's gonna need help, come on! We have to get to the top!” The copper-colored wolf rushed the lighthouse door and darted inside, tail a blur of excitement.
“Mr. Tantio, no! This is a police matter!” Bogo shook his head before rubbing at his temples, the sleeves of his uniform nearly bursting. “I am chief of police and even civilians aren't listening. Very well, Mr. Finnick, let's get in there before something else goes wrong.”
The fennec was still staring up at the climbing fox before his big ears twitched. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Just don't go telling nobody I helped that much. I got a reputation to protect.” The diminutive hunk bounced his pecs as he followed the towering buffalo toward the door.
Grabbing the knob, the bulky police chief threw the door open and stepped inside. Except the latter action was only half-finished as his broad shoulders betrayed him, becoming wedged firmly in the door frame. “Oh for the love of...I'm stuck, dammit!” He tried to squirm enough to get free, but with how thick he'd grown, it certainly didn't help matters.
“You kidding? You too? Didn't know ZPD hired the best and broadest.” Finnick snickered as he shook his head. “Uh, maybe you can grab onto something inside and pull through?”
Bogo snorted as he began looking around the lighthouse’s interior. It was sparse, a few tables with papers and a door leading to the building’s storage were inside, lit by just a few fluorescent lights. “I don't see much I could use. Just give me a mo-”
The buffalo was cut off as the door to the storage room swung open and the end of a ladder popped into view. It looked as if it was hovering on the ground, until Bogo realized it was being carried by tiny hamsters.
“You gentlemen aren't the lighthouse keepers, are you?” The the black suited hamsters shook their heads vigorously as the ladder was propped up beside the door. A final hamster came toddling from the storage room, dragging a hose. Bogo’s eyes went wide as he began to try and push his way free. “Mr. Finnick, I need you to h-,” he was cut off as the hose was forced into his mouth.
Outside the fennec cocked his head, cheek brushing against the rise of his traps. “You need me to do what? Speak up! I have big ears, but I can't hear through buffalo.” He grumbled as he glanced at Bogo’s shifting legs. “You okay?”
The buffalo couldn't respond though, the hose firmly wedged in his mouth. His struggling began to stop as the taste of sweet raspberry jam hit his tongue. He'd sampled some of what had been sent to ZPD, but only a bit. In this quantity he found himself much less inclined to fight. The delicious taste was leaving him numb to the fact his already thick middle had gone from simply straining his uniform to bursting buttons off it. One by one the brass circles pinged off as Bogo’s belly filled out, thick fat pouring onto his torso as a muffin top spilled over the waist of his pants. His blocky muzzle was looking softer and rounder, his cheeks puffing out with more than just jam as he gulped lazily. The heavy muscle of his chest looked fuller and thicker, still retaining its shape as fat padded it. The sleeves of his uniform finally gave way, splitting open as the buffalo’s arms became even meatier, soft mass covering the already considerable bulk.
“Bogo, what's going on?” Finnick snarled before his eyes went wide. The body stuck in front of him was getting bigger, the police chief’s pants nearly ready to burst over two glutes that had gone from rock hard to jello from how much they were wobbling. “Aw you gotta be kiddin’ me! You too?” Growling, he ran his paws between his ears before he ducked forward, one shoulder pointed at Bogo’s burgeoning butt. “CHAAAARGE!” The compact car of a fennec slammed into the bloated bovine with enough force to crack the doorframe and force him free.
Bogo landed on the floor with a resounding thud-gloop as the hamsters scattered in surprise, abandoning their hose and running for the stairs. Even freed, the police chief had kept the hose in his mouth, belly gurgling and sloshing beneath him as he gulped. It wasn't until the flow of jam was ended by Finnick ripping the hose from his mouth that he snapped back to reality.
“What in bla-URRRRP!” Bogo groaned as he rose to his hooves, the churning cauldron of his gut spilling out and down, his belt and the top of his pants lost beneath the tide of blubber. “Of all the luck! I'm fatter than Clawhauser.”
“You're welcome for helping you out.” The fennec rolled his eyes as he headed for the stairs. “Wait here, I'll go help Nick.” Finnick had only made it a few steps before the railing of the staircase groaned. Looking back he found Bogo a few steps behind, his heavy flanks pressing against the wall on one side, the other spilling over the railing. “I guess you listen as well as your officers.”
Puffing and snorting, the bulbous buffalo took a few more steps, closing the gap as his belly shook ponderously. “I am an officer of the law, I always uphold my duty. Regardless of any...inconvenience.” One hoof clapped against the top of his gut, eliciting a gurgle from it before he hiccuped.
“Fine, just don't bring the stairs down,” grumbled the meaty vulpine.
The trip up the stairs was arduous at best. Bogo was strong enough to stay mobile, but the amount of weight packed on had slowed him to a crawl. The fennec fared a bit better as his wide frame only made the staircase a slightly tight squeeze. Already, they heard scraping and grunting on the outside of the tower, which had to be Nick still climbing.
At the top of the steps, just before the observatory of the lighthouse was a trapdoor, scarcely wider than the front door had been. Finnick grunted as he twisted and pushed his way through before Bogo came barreling up.
The buffalo was panting deeply, forcing his wide shoulders and chest up through the trapdoor before his belly spilled through and stuck. “Again?! Mr. Finnick, if you could lend a paw?”
“Why did you even try?” Snarling, the fennec grabbed at Bogo’s arms and pulled as the buffalo wiggled, pushing with his legs from the other side. With a crack of breaking wood and a pop, the blubbery bovine made it through, his weight sending him forward against Finnick and nearly pinning the fireplug to the floor.
“Get offa me!” The fennec groaned as he squirmed out from under lard-laden cop before glaring out onto the observatory. Tantio was looking over the railing, those biplanes buzzing around in the air, piloted by the black-clad hamsters. Stomping toward the wolf, Finnick stopped as the black paw of a fox came up and grabbed the railing, twisting it like a pipe cleaner.
Nick heaved himself up onto the observatory deck, paying no mind to the gawping trio. Reaching higher he grabbed at the peak of the lighthouse, heaving himself upward with one arm as the other swung out to try and grab the plane with his mother. “Don't worry Mom, I'm gonna get you out of this!” Still, his hand fell short of the plane as the hamster veered it away from the offending paw as Mrs. Wilde squealed in shock.
Police Chief Bogo groaned as he stumbled out onto the deck, still panting as his forward momentum sent his belly spilling over the railing. Rearing back sent his gut spreading against the glass of the lighthouse before he tried to reach for a plane as well. Still tired from the climb, he was far too slow to even hope to close the gap.
Tantio was staring, jaw dropped as he looked up at Nick. “Jeez, I didn't think he'd actually make it all the way up.”
“We barely made it here!” Finnick grabbed the wolf by the collar and pushing him up against the glass. “You set us up, didn'tcha?!” Lifting his free arm he curled his paw into a fist, his bicep mashing against his forearm.
Tantio flung his paws up, gasping as he squirmed. “Wh-what?! I was with you the whole time. I was watching Nick climb and then some more of those hamsters popped out and hopped onto the planes.” His eyes were wide and focused on the threatening fist.
“Yeah, a likely story!” Finnick snarled. “I’ll show you to pull one over on me!”
“Hey! Finnick! Focus!” Nick grunted, swatting at a plane as the swarm of them buzzed the huge fox. Grabbing tight to the top of the lighthouse, he reached out his titanic arm just long enough to grab a hold of one, but he was too late to get his mother. The miniature planes flew off into the distance, Mrs. Wilde’s muffled screams were carried on the wind as she was flown out of his grasp.
“Mom…” Nick looked down at the plane in his hand, and glared at the hamster piloting it. “Alright, you little hairball. Where’s my mother?”
It’s going to be a showdown between lorge guys, swole guys, and explosions, far as the eye can see! What’s their plan of attack?
A - Charge in after Nick’s mom, she’s their first priority!
B -It’s time to get the ring leader, and put this gain gang down!
C -The jam production has to be stopped!
NOTICE: We're coming up on the ending, so THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO DONATE! If we finish strong, Ren and I'll make the finale a two-parter!
Also! The donations have been so overwhelming, we had to change the rules a bit! Now, instead of going to Paypal.me, you'll be sent an invoice instead.
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!
- Don't forget Finnick! He will gain the same type of weight Nick does, but in a smaller dose!
- A donation of $20 or more doubles the amount of weight gained. So $20 = 120 lbs!
- DONATIONS ARE NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU EVERYONE!
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- 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.
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, May 28th, 11:59 PM CST.
- As always, thanks for your support!
Art by Yours Truly
Cameo by 
Tantio
Story by 
Renard_DeFleureax
Editing by 
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NocturneTrying to stop Nick as he charged home was more and more like trying to stop a rampaging elephant; Judy even swore the ground shook as her massive partner came lumbering up on his wide legs, which were now supporting a breath-taking amount of weight.
“What happened?” Nick demanded. “Where’s my mom?”
“Abby and I just got back putting away another one of these guys, and the door was busted open,” Judy explained. “Only… the door was busted open from the inside,”
Nick furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
Judy pointed back to the driveway up to the house. “You… didn't notice the new lawn decoration?”
Nick and Bogo turned around, and what they thought to be a boulder turned out to be a quietly wheezing, thoroughly massive, lard-ridden Bruce.
“Oh, god!” Nick swore under his breath as he lumbered up to his step brother, surveying the damage. “They got you, too?”
Bruce nodded, multiple chins wobbling. He had burst out of his clothes, and was pinned to the ground by a nearly spherical gut that dwarfed the rest of him. Just touching it made a deep, lethargic sloshing noise as all the jam stuffed inside him still hadn't settled. “Fought ‘em off as hard as I could, bro…” Bruce wheezed before slipping back into his half-conscious food coma.
“That does it!” Nick palmed his fist, causing more of his strained uniform to fall to pieces over his mammoth bulk, his powerful arms digging into his fatty sides. “These thugs have taken it too far! They've gone after my whole family, I- I’ll crush them!”
“Officer Wilde!” Bogo stepped forward, grabbing Nick’s prodigious shoulders, the chief’s own meaty chest fitting over the fox’s bulging belly nicely. “Get a hold of yourself. You're our first fox cop, so live up to the stereotype for once and think of something clever.”
Nick grunted, nodding at Bogo. “Fine.” Lumbering off, he began to pace, occasionally brushing his own mountainous belly with Bruce’s. “What did you see, Bruce?”
“Just a bunch-a masked thugs grabbed Ma and carried her out to a truck! One real burly guy got me stuck on that danged hose, and I had to get out here before I brought the house down with me,” the bloated badger said.
Abigail sighed, flexing her bulging arms. “C’mon, bro, let’s get you into the barn with Pa.” She began to dig deep into her brother’s lard to start rolling him.
“If they didn’t leave a note or anything, what does that mean?” Nick muttered. “They took a hostage. Wouldn’t they have demands?”
“Maybe they will when they reach some place secure,” Judy offered. “They want us to sweat a bit.”
Bogo nodded in agreement. “In cases like this, the hostage is usually taken some place convenient, but defensible. The factory and the old manor would be too obvious, so what does that leave?”
As if answering the question, there was the sound of an engine backfiring, and on the horizon was a very familiar beat-up van approaching them. When Nick saw the unmistakable decal of Canine the Barbarian, his jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Finnick?”
The van pulled up to the huge fox, and the tinted window rolled down just enough to see the peak of Finnick’s ears. “Heeeey, Wilde. I’ve been looking for you for a few days, now. Just had to follow the trail of torn police uniforms and empty burger wrappers.”
“Hah. Finnick, what’re you doing-” As the fennec fox kicked the door to his van open, Nick had to take a second look as the long-suffering chasis of the van bounced violently, freed from half a ton of mammal. “What happened to you?”
Finnick shot Nick a toothy smirk. “Impressed?” The tawny furred vulpine was now standing significantly taller than Judy, when he used to be dwarfed by the rabbit, and he was easily three times as wide. Muscle seemed to ripple down every part of him, save for a gut that was bulging out significantly and threatening the integrity of his long-suffering shirt, buttons stretched wide to let tufts of fur peek through. He brought up his arms, now twice the size of his own head, and flexed biceps that peaked against his clenched fists. “I oughta be thanking you, actually.”
“Wait, what?” Nick frowned.
“Those crazy gangsters got a hold of me, too! They’ve been getting everyone close to you, Wilde. But, hey, I made the best of the situation.” He nodded to Nick’s own titanic arms, then bounced his meaty pecs. “Keep it up, and you just might have a bod like this yourself, tubby. You look like a furry hippo.”
“Yeah, let’s see how much smart talk ya got when I sit on you, tiny,” Nick shot back, still able to cast Finnick in his shadow.
“Gentlemen!” Bogo called. “Can we get to the matter at hand, here? We still have a hostage crisis.”
“Wait, what?” Finnick frowned.
Judy shook her head. “They kidnapped Nick’s mom.”
Finnick look surprised. “Wait- Mrs. Wilde? That’s crazy.” There was a significant amount of bravado taken out of the fennec’s sails, and he was silent for a moment before turning back to Nick. “I, uh- I just came by to tell you there was some crazy stuff happening down by the lighthouse. Like, stuff you oughta check out.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific. Police don’t just ‘check out’ things,” Bogo grumbled.
Finnick held up his hands in defence. “Hey, I just saw some weird guys head in there with some hoses, alright?” He gestured back to the van, where a wolf had clambered out of the passenger side. “Picked up this kid who was running out of there, saying some goons tried to get him.”
The wolf had unusual coloring, with copper fur and splashes of green around his muzzle and limbs, and he beamed wide when he saw Nick. “Wow… you’re actually him!” He took out a camera, and quickly snapped a picture of the huge fox which left Nick dazed for a couple of seconds. “My name’s Tantio, and I’m a huge fan, Officer Wilde. I- I took pictures of the guys out by the lighthouse. They weren’t happy to see me there.” He offered up his camera. “You can look through the pictures, if you want.”
Bogo and Nick exchanged looks, and Judy grit her teeth as she looked through the photos on Tantio’s camera. “I don’t see anyone we recognize… but, it’s all we’ve got and solid evidence something’s going on. This could get messy, so, do we have a plan?”
Nick stroked one of his chins. “Actually… hm. You said Bruce got hit by more jam inside the house, right?”
His partner nodded.
“Well… are there any leftovers?”
Bogo snorted. “Wilde, are you crazy?”
“Hey, you’ve been training me to carry all this weight,” Nick picked up his gut and let it drop, bouncing and resounding like a timpani drum. “I say I can handle more. And if that same stuff made Finnick into… that…” the fennec grinned again, striking another pose with his huge arms. “I say, if they’re after me, we give them more fox than they can handle.”
Badger Hill wasn’t used to earthquakes, so when the ground began to shake violently down main street, the residents of the small town were reasonably concerned. And when they saw a giant fox almost as tall as a building pounding down the street, the people of Badger Hill had the good sense to stay out of his way, batten down the hatches, and wait for this to blow over.
Nick huffed as he reached the lighthouse, his massive body quaking. His arms had exploded with new, bulging muscle, his powerful chest surged past his muzzle, and his legs were stronger than ever; a good thing, as his tank-like middle had not gone anywhere, sloshing heavily as he caught his breath.
Tantio, Finnick, and Bogo piled out of the fennec’s long-suffering van, staring up at the lighthouse. The tall stone tower was now being patrolled by what they could only assume to be small, toy biplanes.
Bogo frowned. “What the…”
Nick squinted as one of the planes seemed to be carrying an extra, fox-sized passenger. “Is that… mom?” His jaw dropped at the sight of his mother, bound and gagged atop one of the small planes as it whizzed through the air, trying desperately not to squirm lest she fall. The overblown fox growled loudly as he stomped toward the lighthouse door before reality slammed into him. Or what would be more accurate is that his belly slammed into the door, spilling over the doorframe before he could even reach the knob. In his haste to take over the playing field he'd inadvertently made himself too big for the game.
Bogo smacked his forehead and groaned. “Wilde! For now you aren't getting in there, so stay down here while myself and the little one enter and apprehend the suspects.”
Finnick shot him an angry look. “Watch it, Mungo.”
“No can do, Chief! That's my mom, I'm not staying on the sidelines when she's in danger!” The fox began looking around frantically, trying to find some alternative entrance. Sadly the lighthouse had only ever required one door and with a gut five sizes too big to fit, the fox was grounded.
Finnick winced as he watched his old partner groan in frustration. “Hey, calm down. Your mom is gonna be fine, let's just get inside. Wait here, Nick.” The miniature hulk rolled his broad shoulders as he headed for the door before a loud grunt forced all eyes back to Nick.
The formerly svelte police officer had abandoned all hope of fitting into the lighthouse. His new plan had taken the form of those big, powerful paws gripped at the solid stones of the tower. By luck or a miracle they didn't buckle under his weight as he started to climb, his vast gut smooshing against the side of the lighthouse as his massive arms bulged heavily to carry his weight.
The trio below were left dumbstruck before Tantio shook himself. “He's gonna need help, come on! We have to get to the top!” The copper-colored wolf rushed the lighthouse door and darted inside, tail a blur of excitement.
“Mr. Tantio, no! This is a police matter!” Bogo shook his head before rubbing at his temples, the sleeves of his uniform nearly bursting. “I am chief of police and even civilians aren't listening. Very well, Mr. Finnick, let's get in there before something else goes wrong.”
The fennec was still staring up at the climbing fox before his big ears twitched. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Just don't go telling nobody I helped that much. I got a reputation to protect.” The diminutive hunk bounced his pecs as he followed the towering buffalo toward the door.
Grabbing the knob, the bulky police chief threw the door open and stepped inside. Except the latter action was only half-finished as his broad shoulders betrayed him, becoming wedged firmly in the door frame. “Oh for the love of...I'm stuck, dammit!” He tried to squirm enough to get free, but with how thick he'd grown, it certainly didn't help matters.
“You kidding? You too? Didn't know ZPD hired the best and broadest.” Finnick snickered as he shook his head. “Uh, maybe you can grab onto something inside and pull through?”
Bogo snorted as he began looking around the lighthouse’s interior. It was sparse, a few tables with papers and a door leading to the building’s storage were inside, lit by just a few fluorescent lights. “I don't see much I could use. Just give me a mo-”
The buffalo was cut off as the door to the storage room swung open and the end of a ladder popped into view. It looked as if it was hovering on the ground, until Bogo realized it was being carried by tiny hamsters.
“You gentlemen aren't the lighthouse keepers, are you?” The the black suited hamsters shook their heads vigorously as the ladder was propped up beside the door. A final hamster came toddling from the storage room, dragging a hose. Bogo’s eyes went wide as he began to try and push his way free. “Mr. Finnick, I need you to h-,” he was cut off as the hose was forced into his mouth.
Outside the fennec cocked his head, cheek brushing against the rise of his traps. “You need me to do what? Speak up! I have big ears, but I can't hear through buffalo.” He grumbled as he glanced at Bogo’s shifting legs. “You okay?”
The buffalo couldn't respond though, the hose firmly wedged in his mouth. His struggling began to stop as the taste of sweet raspberry jam hit his tongue. He'd sampled some of what had been sent to ZPD, but only a bit. In this quantity he found himself much less inclined to fight. The delicious taste was leaving him numb to the fact his already thick middle had gone from simply straining his uniform to bursting buttons off it. One by one the brass circles pinged off as Bogo’s belly filled out, thick fat pouring onto his torso as a muffin top spilled over the waist of his pants. His blocky muzzle was looking softer and rounder, his cheeks puffing out with more than just jam as he gulped lazily. The heavy muscle of his chest looked fuller and thicker, still retaining its shape as fat padded it. The sleeves of his uniform finally gave way, splitting open as the buffalo’s arms became even meatier, soft mass covering the already considerable bulk.
“Bogo, what's going on?” Finnick snarled before his eyes went wide. The body stuck in front of him was getting bigger, the police chief’s pants nearly ready to burst over two glutes that had gone from rock hard to jello from how much they were wobbling. “Aw you gotta be kiddin’ me! You too?” Growling, he ran his paws between his ears before he ducked forward, one shoulder pointed at Bogo’s burgeoning butt. “CHAAAARGE!” The compact car of a fennec slammed into the bloated bovine with enough force to crack the doorframe and force him free.
Bogo landed on the floor with a resounding thud-gloop as the hamsters scattered in surprise, abandoning their hose and running for the stairs. Even freed, the police chief had kept the hose in his mouth, belly gurgling and sloshing beneath him as he gulped. It wasn't until the flow of jam was ended by Finnick ripping the hose from his mouth that he snapped back to reality.
“What in bla-URRRRP!” Bogo groaned as he rose to his hooves, the churning cauldron of his gut spilling out and down, his belt and the top of his pants lost beneath the tide of blubber. “Of all the luck! I'm fatter than Clawhauser.”
“You're welcome for helping you out.” The fennec rolled his eyes as he headed for the stairs. “Wait here, I'll go help Nick.” Finnick had only made it a few steps before the railing of the staircase groaned. Looking back he found Bogo a few steps behind, his heavy flanks pressing against the wall on one side, the other spilling over the railing. “I guess you listen as well as your officers.”
Puffing and snorting, the bulbous buffalo took a few more steps, closing the gap as his belly shook ponderously. “I am an officer of the law, I always uphold my duty. Regardless of any...inconvenience.” One hoof clapped against the top of his gut, eliciting a gurgle from it before he hiccuped.
“Fine, just don't bring the stairs down,” grumbled the meaty vulpine.
The trip up the stairs was arduous at best. Bogo was strong enough to stay mobile, but the amount of weight packed on had slowed him to a crawl. The fennec fared a bit better as his wide frame only made the staircase a slightly tight squeeze. Already, they heard scraping and grunting on the outside of the tower, which had to be Nick still climbing.
At the top of the steps, just before the observatory of the lighthouse was a trapdoor, scarcely wider than the front door had been. Finnick grunted as he twisted and pushed his way through before Bogo came barreling up.
The buffalo was panting deeply, forcing his wide shoulders and chest up through the trapdoor before his belly spilled through and stuck. “Again?! Mr. Finnick, if you could lend a paw?”
“Why did you even try?” Snarling, the fennec grabbed at Bogo’s arms and pulled as the buffalo wiggled, pushing with his legs from the other side. With a crack of breaking wood and a pop, the blubbery bovine made it through, his weight sending him forward against Finnick and nearly pinning the fireplug to the floor.
“Get offa me!” The fennec groaned as he squirmed out from under lard-laden cop before glaring out onto the observatory. Tantio was looking over the railing, those biplanes buzzing around in the air, piloted by the black-clad hamsters. Stomping toward the wolf, Finnick stopped as the black paw of a fox came up and grabbed the railing, twisting it like a pipe cleaner.
Nick heaved himself up onto the observatory deck, paying no mind to the gawping trio. Reaching higher he grabbed at the peak of the lighthouse, heaving himself upward with one arm as the other swung out to try and grab the plane with his mother. “Don't worry Mom, I'm gonna get you out of this!” Still, his hand fell short of the plane as the hamster veered it away from the offending paw as Mrs. Wilde squealed in shock.
Police Chief Bogo groaned as he stumbled out onto the deck, still panting as his forward momentum sent his belly spilling over the railing. Rearing back sent his gut spreading against the glass of the lighthouse before he tried to reach for a plane as well. Still tired from the climb, he was far too slow to even hope to close the gap.
Tantio was staring, jaw dropped as he looked up at Nick. “Jeez, I didn't think he'd actually make it all the way up.”
“We barely made it here!” Finnick grabbed the wolf by the collar and pushing him up against the glass. “You set us up, didn'tcha?!” Lifting his free arm he curled his paw into a fist, his bicep mashing against his forearm.
Tantio flung his paws up, gasping as he squirmed. “Wh-what?! I was with you the whole time. I was watching Nick climb and then some more of those hamsters popped out and hopped onto the planes.” His eyes were wide and focused on the threatening fist.
“Yeah, a likely story!” Finnick snarled. “I’ll show you to pull one over on me!”
“Hey! Finnick! Focus!” Nick grunted, swatting at a plane as the swarm of them buzzed the huge fox. Grabbing tight to the top of the lighthouse, he reached out his titanic arm just long enough to grab a hold of one, but he was too late to get his mother. The miniature planes flew off into the distance, Mrs. Wilde’s muffled screams were carried on the wind as she was flown out of his grasp.
“Mom…” Nick looked down at the plane in his hand, and glared at the hamster piloting it. “Alright, you little hairball. Where’s my mother?”
It’s going to be a showdown between lorge guys, swole guys, and explosions, far as the eye can see! What’s their plan of attack?
A - Charge in after Nick’s mom, she’s their first priority!
B -
C -
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1250 x 694px
File Size 456.4 kB
I know your feeling and on some points I agree with you. I've also done something about the subject and making fun of the hyper fat situation: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/23489547/
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