My part of a another trade with  imaperson001
Nick Wilde from Zootopia belongs to Disney
If you want a trade, check out this link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38835061/
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Nick Wilde, an orange fox with tricks up his sleeve, is someone who knows how to cheat the system. His cheating antics of making money was the reason why he’s rich. His green button up shirt, blue striped tie, and light gray pants, was all he wore today as he counts the bills in his apartment from his last operation he completed. “Three thousand dollars. That should be enough to pay off my debt.” He said, putting the bills in his pocket. “I’m starving, let’s see what I have for dinner.” Nick stands up and heads to the kitchen where he opens the fridge to find a leftover blueberry pie. “Hmm, best choice? Definitely.” He pulls it out and sets it on the table.

Outside the window, a strange sheep was loading a gun full of night howler darts, a weapon that was used to turn animals into uncontrollable lethal savages. This sheep had slowly unlocked the window and opened it quietly so Nick wouldn’t hear him. The fox was sitting on a stool, his back turned on the window. The sheep aims his gun at the fox and fires a single dart to his butt. “Ouch!” Nick shouts in pain before rubbing his butt. “Hey!” He turns around to see the window wide open with no one to be seen. The fox runs to the window, peaking out to see if he could spot the person who had shot him with a dart.

After it was all clear, he closed and locked the window tightly. He rubs his butt and looks at the messy blue spot that tore a hole in his pants. In shock, he realizes that it was one of the night howler darts that he and Judy were trying to stop months ago. He was afraid that he might turn lethal and start going crazy, but nothing was happening. “Umm, am I in control still?” He asks, trying to figure out what was going on. Nick thought that it was some sort of prank someone pulled. With a shrug, he sat back down and continued to eat his blueberry pie.

Before bed, he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He needed to get them clean to show a nice smile to his customers for a scam he’s been planning to use for tomorrow. As he was washing his brush, he noticed a small blue dot on the tip of his nose. At first, he thought that it was some blueberry pie that he ate and some of it got stuck on his nose. Nick tries to wipe it off, but it seemed like it wasn’t, as if it was permanent. So he just decided to ignore it and get to bed.
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The next day, Nick felt very strange from his abdomen. It wasn’t like some sort of a stomach sickness or a belly ache, it just felt off. He pulled the covers off of him and saw what looked like a bloated belly. It was sloshy, jiggly, and somewhat made him look fat. He thought that the pie he ate must have made him this way.

Nick gets up from his bed and goes straight into the bathroom to take a shower. After he turns on the water, he finds out from the mirror that his snout was blue. “What the? Why is my snout blue?” He takes a towel, soaks it in water and tries to wipe it off. It doesn’t do anything but make his snout wet. Was it blue dye someone used on him? Or maybe he’s allergic to something? It can’t be, his doctor told him that the only thing he was allergic to was bees and he’s been very careful on that. Plus he doesn’t know any allergic reaction that makes his snout blue. So he plans to see a doctor after work.
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His work was a little difficult with his blue snout and a belly that got a little bigger last time he checked. And it wasn’t his belly that got bigger, his thighs and butt had somewhat expanded a little as if he was slowly gaining weight by doing nothing. At least the customers didn’t pay attention to it, thinking that he was born with it like a birthmark. As for his clothes, his pants felt a bit tighter than usual and his button up shirt was stretching out. “I’m going to buy new bigger clothes.” He huffs, trying to get through the day. “Why am I getting fatter?”

Hours after his shift was done, he swore that his belly had gotten even bigger, making him look pregnant now. And now his hips and back were also getting fat, along with his tights and butt that got tight in his pants, thinking that it’ll break apart. “I got to see a doctor quickly.” He waddles his way out of his workplace and to the hospital where he plans to get a checkup.

From the doctor’s office, a bull doctor was telling him how unnormal it was for him to turn blue and gain weight. It was like he had some sort of disease that could’ve been contaminated from someone who had it. It made sense because he was dealing with a lot of people at his job and one of them could have the same thing he was going through. So with a doctor’s note, Nick walks back to his house to get some goodnight rest.
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The next day, his body got a lot bigger. His belly, hips, and back had joined together as one while his thighs and butt were getting there. He slowly got up at his bed, noticing that his paws and arms, which were fatten up, had turned blue too. Nick was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, this time it gets even more tighter. His pants were on the verge of bursting from the seams with gaps between the buttons on his shirt. He was also wearing a belt underneath that was stretching to its limit. So he slowly walks to the bathroom, having a bit trouble getting through the door from his bloating body. In the mirror, he could see how blue his face was. Even his eyes had changed from his normal color to dark blue. “What’s happening to me?” He worries, rubbing his belly. He couldn’t go out like this, not when he didn't want the whole city to know that the thin fox was now blue and getting fat.

Now thinking about it, maybe it wasn’t fat. A month ago, he watched this broadplay about a movie called Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. He remembered this one scene where one of the characters chewed some gum and turned into a big blue ball, or a blueberry as they called it. Because of that play, he thought that he was becoming a blueberry. Did that pie he ate really do that to him? He’s eaten it before and never had that happened, so it had to be something else. Then it hit him, the night howler dart that shot him the night before. That dart was swelling him into a blueberry instead of making him turn lethal. That would also mean that this person knows how to turn people into blueberries, but he hasn't heard of anyone else as a blueberry yet.

Out of the bathroom, he could hear how sloshy his body is. That was the blueberry juice inside, inflating him. “Man...I got to get help quickly.” Yet he felt tired to go anywhere, even if he could fit through doors anymore. He goes back to his bed, which started to creak and had this outline of a fat fox. “Maybe, just a few minutes.” His eyes were so heavy and needed to close them, probably taking a nap before he goes back to the hospital.
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Nick woke up abruptly with this sudden pain around his abdomen. It must have been the belt at it’s stretching point which was squeezing his abdomen. “Too….tight! Nnnnggghhh!” His fat and bloated arms couldn’t reach his middle, how heavy they were. His shirt and pants were also this close to bursting with the sounds stretching and the buttons hanging on. “I...need...to….aarrrghhh!” The belt finally breaks apart, flying back to his sides while the buttons on his pants and shirts are popping off, one by one. It was a long distance from where they landed in the room. It also exposed his now blue belly that was big like a hippo’s. “Much better.” He sighs in relief, but it wasn’t done yet. The seams in his pants made this soothing and slow sound of tear where it was exposing his blue furry and fat legs. “Dang, I loved those pants.” He said, sounded disappointed.

He then got off of the bed slowly, still impressed that he was still able to move even after how big he is. Nick was like a fat and big elephant who can’t even go through doors anymore. The sloshing in his belly got even louder by each second, growling like he had some sort of indigestion. “This is a disaster. Why me?” He huffs loudly, making it to the living room. Knowing that he’ll break the couch, he sits on the floor with his cellphone in hand. He dials the doctor’s number and tells him about how he’s now as big as an elephant itself, still growing.

The doctor told him that the medics are going to arrive at his apartment room to transfer him to the hospital. So he decides to wait, looking at his juicy blue belly that sloshes when he rubs it. “I really hope they get here soon or I might fill this entire room up.”

What he didn’t know was that the same sheep from the night had opened the window again slowly. This time, he had three night howler darts and aimed it at Nick again, right on his back. With three shots, Nick yips. “Ow! Who did that!?” He shouts in anger, trying to turn around. Again, he couldn’t see anyone at the open window, but whoever it was had turned Nick’s day into a nightmare. His belly was growling very loud as if it was angry. Then it was swelling at a quick pace. Enough for Nick to fall on his back as he swelled more. “Help! I’m gonna explode!” He cries out, in hopes for someone to see what was happening to him. His pants were starting to rip more from his big thighs that were getting bigger. It bursted into pieces, flying around the place. “Oh no, this isn’t...nnnngggh….good!” He grunts, feeling his broken shirt starting to rip from the back. It made this upside down V-shape as it moved upwards until it splitted into two. The sleeves were getting tight enough for them to rip from the end and explode in pieces. All he was left in was his white tighties and tie that was getting tighter around his neck. “Got….to take the...tie.”

He tried his best to get the tie off of him, but his arms were too heavy to move. Luckily his fat neck did the job when it snapped the collar of it. His whole body was now in this orb shape, like how it happened in the broadway play. If he could remember well, it was his limbs that were going to sink into his body, which it did. “Mmmphhh!” He tried to speak, but his cheeks were so bloated up, it made him shut his mouth tightly. His body was touching the ceiling and filling up the room. It was also getting tighter like a drum. “Mmmmmphhh!” He muffles in fear, thinking that he is going to burst.
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A medic, who’s a dog wearing his outfit, had come to Nick’s door. He knocks on it. “Mr. Wilde?” He asked, but there was no answer. “Are you in there?” He knocked again as there was silence behind the other side. But as he puts his ear on it, he could hear a faint sound of some gurgling. He uses the knob which went down all the way. When he opened the door, he was met face to face with some blue big fur. “Ummm, Mr. Wilde?” That’s when he heard the muffling going on.

So the dog gets inside the room, his body squished between the blue fur with a bit of sloshy to it, like a waterbed. “I hope this isn’t who I think it is.” He said, whining a bit right after he saw the sunken head of the fox he was supposed to transport. “Mr. Wilde? What happened to you?”

“Mmmmphh!” He tried to speak once more, but still failed.

“Umm, I don’t think I will be able to get you out of here. I’ll send some people here to help and….” He presses on his body. “I guess juice you?” He really couldn’t describe how this is going to work. The dog even had expectations that Nick would actually burst from the juice inside. The only question he has is what caused him to be this big. No one will ever find out except Nick and the sheep who shot him with blueberry spiked night howler darts.