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This here is a very large and long working project that I have done in order to show how much I love another artist's work.
This is a story about about a made up Zootopia character called "Toothpick", and he is the main character in a couple of great stories made by
WolfgoneWide
The most basic way to describe him is that he is a part of the Zootopian Police Force, and while on it he really loves to bake and make all his fellow cops as fat as possible.
The two stories is doing a so much better job describing the levels of weight gain and fatness that I simple recommend you to read both of them!
1. Do Not Feed The Animals.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19012584/
2. Key Lime Crime.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19260899/
This story here is in no way connected to the other two more then in original premise and main character, and this is all seen as a tribute from me to this other artist's fantastic story telling and weight gaining of Zootopian characters.
Toothpick belongs to WolfgoneWide
All the other characters and setting belongs to Disney.
Have fun reading this Anthology piece that I have made, and really take your time to later read the two stories that inspired me to write this one!
(And if you like this story then don't be afraid to share it with your friends. )
At the Zootopia Police Department (Or ZPD for short) worked a very interesting figure.
His name was Sebastian Bartholemew Siberianov, but he was much more known as "Toothpick" by his colleagues due to his very long thin body shape for someone of his species.
He was a Tiger and had for the most of his time working on the ZPD been known as the "Paper Boy" who took care of sorting and archive all the reports and forms for his colleagues cases, but had recently found himself being promoted to Lieutenant by his chief.
During his time working for the Zootopia Force Toothpick had become known for two things by his fellow Officers. His super effective paperwork's, and his amazing cakes!
It may sound as a weird thing that someone working at a Police house would constantly arrive to work with freshly baked cookies and cakes for his co-workers, but there was a deeper purpose to all of this for him.
You see, Toothpick had a bit of a "fascination" with making sure all Police workers he was with where (at least) 5 or 6 times the size in weight as he was. He had been fattening up all his colleagues back at his old Tropicana force good before being moved over to Zootopia, and he only saw these new faces as a fresh start to continue growing his own line of big sized Cops.
If one was to ask him why he did all of this he would probably not have much more of an answer then, "It simply looks fun seeing a force filled with almost only the puffiest of polices."
His desire to constantly burst the uniforms and increase the average size of the officers clothes even did almost cost him both his badge and his freedom once! (But if you want to know more about what that was then check out the link here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19260899/ )
Basically, what he was doing was just like a fun hobby at work for him, and he often enjoyed it the most when he wasn't making a big fuzz about it.
But there would be a time when he did however let the rest of Zootopia get a taste on some of his highly addicted baking skills, and the effects that gave as a result was unbelievable!
It had all started around the time when the Zootopia Police Department was about to hold their yearly "Open House", where they would let all the common folks of Zootopia to get a guided tour to see just how things worked around there. (And guess who was responsible for the catering?)
It might have sounded obvious to everyone but not for Toothpick, as he had originally not been having any plans to do something with his baking that involved animals outside of the police house.
But thanks to all of his colleagues that had been growing very familiar with their underweight friends magical pastry skills, a very big list had been made where they all heavily requested that Toothpick was put in charge of organizing all the little snacks that would be free to pick from by the animals entering for the tour. (Especially Clawhauser, who wrote his name on the list 6 times!)
Fearing that a smaller strike might happen if they all got denied on their wish Chief Bogo saw no other option then to force Toothpick into the seat of head catering chef. (Despite Toothpick being literally the only one in the entire force wishing to not be it.)
But now he was in a situation where he had to make the same kind of high on calories (And even higher in addiction!) cookies that he would usually bake for his fellow cops, as he knew that despite them only being meant for the Zootopian citizens "some" of his fellow colleagues would take several chance to get themselves a few mouthfuls. (And if they would feel anything about the cookies that wasn't up to what they where used to, then they might report Toothpick to the boss for "false marketing" or something.)
As he was working late into the night to bake up his biggest batch ever the slim Tiger had to admit that he did like it more when he started to see it as an "experiment" for himself. An experiment to see what would happen when you let his special formula out of it's special zone, and then watches on as it spreads all over the city as a "fat making disease". (Plus he was very curious to see how someone as tall as a Giraffe or as small as a Mouse would look like after being through his own
"I better keep myself updated on the news afterwards so that I can take notes on just how many new cookie lovers this city will get." He said to himself as he took a small taste test on his batch to see if it was ready. "Perfect."
The very next morning it was time to have the doors to the Police House open up fully as animals from all kinds of districts and classes was arriving in big flocks, just to see what kind of spectacle this was.
When arriving they where all greeted by the always super positive and energetic Clawhauser by his desk, who put on the biggest and most genuine smile and had the role of giving everyone that was entering the best first impression of how friendly and professional the Zootopia Police Department was. (That is when he didn't get fully distracted by the smell of Toothpick's plates!)
Besides the morbidly obese Cheetah by the entrance the first thing that caught most animals attention was the smell of freshly baked cookies that came from further down the hall.
At the source of the smell a big table had been folded up that was filled with about a dozen plates of cookies (All made with different sizes and looks to appeal to most of the animals groups that would be visiting.), and Toothpick standing by the side and just trying to hold a good smile as his experiment was about to began now.
Almost immediately the smell alone was making a majority of the visiting animals come over to him, and once the talk about how good the cookies themselves was going from mouth to mouth even more was gathering around him!
Toothpick knew that not many could resist the things that he baked (And he had been stocking up a lot for this day.), but even he was a bit taken by how literally everyone entering the building wanted to have a whole plate of his goodies all to themselves!
"Seems like it doesn't take much to attract most animals to one spot." The slim Tiger thought to himself as he constantly had to take away empty trays, and replace them with those filled with cookies. (That would most likely end up empty after about only 10 seconds!)
But it wasn't only the everyday animals that was taking the chance to explore this "Open House" day at the Police Force, as even some of Zootopia's more "low lives" could be seen wanting to get a peek.
One of these was Duke Weaseltone (AKA The King of Bootlegs), someone that was very highly living up to the stereotypes of his species by being well known as one of the most false and shifty small time criminals out there. There was no limits to whatever cheap and made up business he would set up in order to just get a few quick bucks.
He was mostly inside the police house now cause of him seeing a big crowd being there, and he was on top of all else also a master at pick pocketing.
The thought of being caught and arrested right inside the place where all the polices in Zootopia was working didn't scare him, as he had been spending his fair share of short "1 Day" arrests that he could almost remember each and every cell into it's smallest details.
Plus being a small guy pressed up against a bunch of larger animals made it very easy for him to do his business all while being almost completely hidden, as he made sure to hold himself very close to the ground.
But as he was right about to grab a very large wallet from the back pocket of an elephant that smell of freshly baked cookies also drew his attention towards them, and when seeing the almost chaotic antics of all the animals trying to get a handful of them he saw a new potential money making machine for himself.
Slithering his long noodle like body through the tight spaces of packed together visitors Weaseltone managed to reach up to the counter and grab a cookie of his own to taste, and it was AMAZING!
He loved the taste of it a lot, but what he loved even more was knowing how much money something with a taste like this would be able to make him!
But making a deal with the baker himself was completely out of the question (Given that this weasel never wanted to share his profits with anyone), so instead the Duke waited for Toothpick to turn his back before he grabbed about 10 cookies in both his paws, and then made a speedy run out of the police house and back to his secret hideouts at the harbour!
Once back at his home base (from which he did all his plotting and working on his false sales) Duke Weaseltone was trying to figure out just how to work this one out.
"Well for starters I have no recipe, so I can't tell what kind of ingredients it has, how much of everything it is, or even what kind of tastes it suppose to be called after!" The Weasel said to himself as he fully knew this was not going to be an easy task.
"Eh, I will just taste a few more of these, use whatever ingredients I have laying around, and then I solve the rest by using my best marketing strategy to sell them." He then said as he took and bite into another one of the 10 he had stolen.
Once again he got reminded that these cookies was not just good, they where REALLY good! (Making it all the more important for him to try and duplicate the same great feeling one would get when eating these so that he could sell them more!)
Mr. Weaseltone was now going into one of his "Working Moods", and when that happen the only thing he could think about was to get a project done and earn himself some money! (No matter what kind short cuts he need to make.)
Eating a few more of his cookies while working Duke Weaseltone then started his hard task to try and re-create the recipe that he had no clues on even looked like, as he grabbed everything that was close by and started making a mixture that he would then put into little forms and then finally bake them in the oven for him to sell later.
However as he was creating his own baking batter he only focused on try to copy the taste, and that lead to a few "changes" in the consistence. As in how unlike Toothpick's original formula that only had a "regular" amounts of sugar and where it was it's pure addiction that made the one eating it gain so much weight, Weaseltone's cookie batch had a whole lot more cheaper and more sugar filled versions of the same ingredients.
But for the cheap Weasel all that was mattering was to be able to sell these things once there are done, but given how well known his shady businesses was for most of the animals living in Zootopia he knew he needed to have some kind of marketing that would both show what a steal it was to bye then, and also that was somewhat "honest" to his customers about what it was.
"Hmm..." The Weasel thought as his cookies was being baked, and it wasn't until right when they where done and the timer he had sat them on said "PIP!" that he stood up and said, "I've got it now!"
"Weaselton Cookies!"
(Cheap to Make, Cheaper to Sell!)
The Duke had to admit that this was probably his greatest masterpiece in marketing yet, and he could just imagine what the reactions from his first customers would be as he was currently sitting by his setup stall.
"Is this for real?" Was what the female of a Hippo couple said as they where the first ones to walk up to see it. (Not the best start from the Weasel's side.)
"This is indeed for real mam. I am selling you a dozen self made cookies in bags for only 50 cents a piece." Weaselton said as he explained his prices, and when seeing that the hippos clearly know who he was and didn't seem very trustworthy to just buy anything from him like that, he knew that he needed to take out his "secret weapon" to win them over.
"I am also offering a free first sample so you can be really sure I am not trying to sell you anything foul here." He said as he hold out a single cookie for the hippo couple, and while the man still seemed a bit scared to dare touch anything that this obvious bad guy was also holding in, his wife did seem very temped for a free sample as she after much thinking said "Fine." and grabbed the thing from him.
"But I'm telling you right now that if this ends up taking my life then I will make sure to kill you later." She said before taking the whole thing in her mouth and start chewing.
Both her husband and Weaseltone himself looked on very curiously over what the results would be, and while the female hippo had been started eating it with a mixture of "Uncertainty" and "Fear", her face was starting to look a lot more in a positive manner as she went on chewing it more and more before swallowing.
"I have to say, that was actually not so half bad!" She said as she started to think about the 50 Cent price again, and now feel like it was in fact a real steal to buy a whole bag with these.
"I have no idea what is inside these things and that I probably will add a few pounds from eating to many of these, but I really want have more!" The hippo lady said as she pulled up her wallet and handed over a 5 Dollar bill to Weaseltone.
"Hey Honey! I know you really seem to like these cookies, but 10 bags of them?!" The male hippo asked his wife worryingly, as she insisted that "Once you get to taste one, you will wish I bought 10 extra for you too!" before she took all the cookie bags she had bought and they both walked off.
"Seems like I finally have found my perfect way of making money!" The sneaky Weasel said to himself as he now gladly awaited the next one that would dare to try one of his free samples.
Pretty soon thanks to wonders of how much a the word about something could be spread by the push of a button on a cell phone Duke Weaseltone was having a real goldmine in his paws, as animals from all of the ecosystems of the town was heading to the very alley he was selling from to get a set of the baking goods that had become something everyone that had tasted the original batch at the Police House was wishing for!
And despite his very cheep prices Weaseltone was making a really big profit to himself, as he know that all the ingredients needed to make a new batch of his own recipe for the next day was costing him only a small portion of all the money he was making. (Almost making him a bit of an honest business person, with a VERY big emphasizing on Almost.)
The very next day he had to even move his sales from a tight fit alley to a much more open area, cause of the now increased number of customers filling up around him! (Both old ones from yesterday that now wanted seconds, and new ones that had heard all the news about the cookie trend.)
For Weaseltone it was almost starting to feel like hard labour now as most of his following days seemed to revolve around nothing else then baking cookies, selling cookies, and buying ingredients for new cookies.
The weasel also showed his greedy side more as he didn't even thought about spoil himself with some luxurious restaurant food now, but instead started to get all his eating from swallowing down parts of the extra big portions of cake batter that he was making constantly! (Resulting in his belly sometimes starting to inflate outwards slightly from him staying to close to the oven as it was working!)
The cookies was selling so well cause they where addictive to eat, and since he was daily stuffing himself with parts of the batter making the pastry Weaseltone was starting to slowly become the most cookie hungry one of all in Zootopia! (Probably leading to him one day giving in completely and eating the entire batter on his own!)
For now he still showed some resistance to still being able to bake and sell the cookies, and not keep them all to himself as it was still money that was the number one thing in his heart. (But the Cookie was getting closer and closer to take over that spot each passing day!)
Seeing which ones was his most trusty customers was a very easy thing to notice, since that would be the animals with the most weight added onto them. (Given the high calorie and sugar levels in all of his cookies.) But being how he was the one making them, it was no real surprise that Weaseltone was indeed the one that had gained most weight of them all!
If there was only one way to describe the body shape of Duke Weaseltone then it would be "Noodle" (given his very long neck and slink tube shaped torso), but now a better word of choice would be "Stuffed Burrito" as his whole body looked like it was being swallowed up by his fat, and where only his arms and legs was partly free from it!
His long slim neck and arms now had tons of rolls and rings that while still being just as long as before now actually made it look like he had been a stretch doll before, and was now being squished together hard instead! And his very bendy back and hips was now more then very limited on how much they could bend, thanks to the added 50 kilos (Which was A LOT for a small weasel!) he was lucky if he didn't end up tipping his whole boy over if he even tried to pick something up from the ground!
Still the con-artist master didn't care if his new diet was making him pack on the pounds quicker then anyone he sold them to, since he was the one getting all the money!
"Yes Money!" He said to himself as he was baking up his latest batch. (The biggest one so far, as it was being prepared in a bowl that was about as tall as him, and twice as wide! (So far at least)
"Money and Cookies!" He said as he was just watching on as the batter being mixed together by a new electric mixing unit that he had recently bought. (Since it would be one heck of a task for his doughy arms to just a whisker that big!)
"Cookies and Money!...and Cookies!" He said as he was starting to get a little bit more "day dreamy" about what he was looking at being made.
Cookies, and Money, and Cookies, and Cookies, and COOKIES!!!" Weaseltone said as he had finally tipped the point of what his mind could handle as he was now fully a cookie eating fanatic, not carrying at all over what money he was throwing away by ruining this giant batch!
Taking off his clothes the fatted up weasel stretched himself over the edge of the liquid filled bowl, before tipping over and getting himself fully deep into his baking!
It was a really odd thing to describe how swimming around in cake batter that was getting mixed up was feeling like, but imagine it being almost a bit like a more muddy form of quick sand, and instead of sinking deeper down you where being pulled around in circles by a great force.
For Weaseltone he just wanted to become one with his creation as much as possible, and that included now both eating the batter and rubbing all over his own fur!
Had one really hungry prey seen him now then the sticky and sweet covered weasel would have made one heck of a fattening meal, as Weaseltone's great belly was starting to blow out from all the batter he was filling it with!
The more and more he ate up of the bowl's content the closer and closer he was getting to the whisker itself, as both gravity and the slippery surface of the plastic was sliding his equally slippery body further down towards the centre of it.
Eventually he came into contact with it and when feeling the spinning metal blades rubbing up against his messy fur it felt like the most amazing massage to him, and the weasel started to roll around and make sure all parts of his fatted body would get the full treatment!
His mountain of a belly, his jiggle butt, his countless neck rolls, under his arms, and behind his ears, was just some of the places that the most weasel/cookie hybrid of a creature enjoyed getting worked out on!
Eventually he felt that he had been having enough of his fun as he reached out to the control panel and turned off the machine, so that he instead could start to have a looooong nap resting in the big bowl.
"Burp! Best. Scheme. Ever!" Weaseltone said to himself before passing out and starting to sleep.
BACKTRACKING!!!
Going back to the "Open Day" at the police house again it wasn't only Weaseltone that had been seen entering the place at that day, as someone from the very small sizes of the animal kingdom was present as well.
This was none other then Fru Fru, the Artic Shrew that happen to be the rich daughter to Mr Big. one of the most powerful and feared crime bosses in all of Zootopia's under world.
She had just been having a big shopping spree when the events at the police station caught her attention, and upon entering even she got hooked by the smells of the freshly baked goodies made by Toothpick as she started to make her way over to the table of free samples.
Luckily for her the Zootopian Police Department had been thinking about all the different size groups that would enter their place, and had therefore made sure to have both cookies and a table that was small enough so that many of the rodent species could also try them out.
After only having eaten one Fru Fru also felt the sheer goodness of the treat she just had, and she knew exactly what she needed to do next!
As she later walked out after the tour she picked up her cell phone and started to dial her dad that she had just found, "The perfect things to serve for my 25th birthday party next week!"
Fru Fru's dad happen to be none other then Mr. Big, who was the most well-known and feared crime boss in all of the Zootopia underworld.
Despite his small size (Since he too was also an Artic Shrew, just like his daughter) Mr. Big had managed to create a lot of respect and fear in his fellow crooks, and with him now having a legion of very large Polar Bears as his henchmen he was almost untouchable to all kinds of laws or other gangs.
"Oh really?" He was asking his daughter on his own phone, in his very raspy (Yet high-pitched) voice. "And what kind of treat would that be?"
"Well...I don't really know what they are called, but I know that they where cookies and they where like, super-delicious!" Fru Fru said as she still could feel her taste buds dancing with joy over what they had been experiencing.
"You don't know anything that can help make it a little easier for your dear old daddy to get you your little cookies for your party?" Mr. Big asked his little "Baby girl", (as he knew that kind of sweet talk often made her tell him more information) and just as he hoped for he heard her say, "Sadly no. But I am sure that you only need to ask that Tiger Cop that had been baking them to make more."
This was exactly the type of answer he wanted to hear, as he knew his knowledge in the mafia would come to great use here.
"I will make sure this baker is more then helpful to make an extra batch for my daughter's birthday." Mr. Big said and hang up, before sending two of his largest Polar Bear henchmen to have "A little talk" with Toothpick.
When they arrived to the Police station the "Open Day" event had ended and most of the day-time working staff was currently on their way home.
The two polar bears entered to the main entrance, and decided to ask the very obese cheetah by the desk if he could tell where this "Cop Baker" was.
Clawhauser had during the whole day managed to snag up to 40 cookies to himself (That Toothpick had just "happen" to leave unintended just when the cheetah was nearby of course.), and he was currently to busy munching on the remaining crumbs when a loud "cough!" was heard.
Looking up he got more then a little nervous over seeing two 9 feet tall buff beasts like them starring down at a scared little fat kitty like him, and when they asked him if he knew about someone in the police force that was known for his "baking skills" Clawhauser was quick to give them both the bakers name, his nickname, the list of all the sweet treats that he had been giving to Clawhauser during his stay here, and finally finished off by saying that he was currently getting changed into his civil clothes in the male changing room.
The polar bears didn't expect it to be so easy to get just the information they wished for, but that only meant that it now only was a straight walk over to the changing room and make that baker cop come with them.
Or at least that was their plan that their pure size would be enough to scare the skinny tiger into following their orders, but they didn't know Toothpick at all as a soon as they entered the same room as he was in, he knew exactly that they where bad news and was prepared for it.
"Hey. Is there anything I can help you two with?" Toothpick asked casually as he was just putting on his civil shirt and pants as the two big bears entered the small changing room. (It was known to be very "small" now, given the common size on all Toothpick's male colleagues,)
"Yes. Our boss got words about your baking skills, and want you to come over to his place. Now!" One of the Polar Bears said, as the other one was warming up his fists for when the slim tiger would start to try and put up a resisting fight.
But instead Toothpick just continued to play it cool as he said, "I would have loved to guys, but tonight I've got this really important episode of my favourite show to watch. So I sadly don't think that I can come." while trying to exit the room.
The Polar Bears was not planning on letting him get away that easy, as one of them blocked the door out, while the other one took a firm grip with his huge paws around Toothpick's thin figure. (Being so big that they where closing around the tiger's waist perfectly.)
"That was not a request, that was an order!" The Polar Bear holding Toothpick said before letting the tiger get some room to breed again.
Being at a very unfair "two against one" situation here (Plus having the two Polar Bears each being easily more then twice Toothpick's size and weight) anyone else would have probably been giving in now and told them all about how to bake those cookies, but if there was one thing that Toothpick could do better then baking hauntingly good pastry then it was how to talk his way out of a situation. (Even making Nick Wilde from the actual movie a bit jealous at his skills.)
He just continued to not show any fear for the two huge henchmen standing up close to him, and it did eventually make one of the two Polar Bear crack slightly as he yelled "Hey! Don't you know who Mr. Big is?!" to Toothpick.
The cool cat that he was just played dumb as he said, "No. Is he some kind of bad guy?" to which he made both of the tall bears laugh out loudly for a few moments.
"Oh yes! He is a bad guy alright!" One of the two Polar Bears said, as the other one filled in with "He is the baddest one there ever was!"
"He's the one that has all of Tundra Town pretty much in the grip of his paws!"
"He's the Shrew that holds a monopoly on the whole drug trafficking!"
"He even helped pulling a few strings for Mayor Lionheart just so that the lion would be extra sure to win the re-election!"
They had been expecting all of these impressive crimes to make the tiger more scared for their boss, but instead he looked like he was the one having the upper hand here.
"And just what in the heck are you smirking at?!" One of the Polar Bears asked, and Toothpick in return held out a Police Pen that had a recording device to it.
He started to play what he had been recording on it, and the two Polar Bears got pretty stunned as they heard their own voices pitch perfectly re-telling all the crimes that they had said their boss was involved in!
"I am pretty sure that a supreme crime boss like Mr. Big wouldn't like to see his entire imperium collapse from two of his worker saying a few to many things to a police man, am I right?" Toothpicked asked as he loved how powerless the two strong bears suddenly felt to the sight of his pen.
"But...What if we decides to take the pen from you now?" One of the Polar Bears tried to asked threateningly, with his partner adding in a "Yeah...with violence!" to try and sound cool. (With neither of them being able to achieve what they wished for.)
"And have all of my colleagues that work here late to rush in to this place as soon as they hear some commotion is going on? I don't think so." Toothpick said as he then started to head towards the door. (With neither of the Polar Bears daring to stop him this time.)
"W-What will you be doing with that recording?" One of the bears asked scared, to which Toothpick simply answered, "As long you two are not trying to do anything to harm me, then I wont be doing anything that could harm you...or you boss." as he waved with his pencil recording as he exited the room and walked away. (Leaving behind the two Polar Bears, who was wondering how he ended up managing to blackmail THEM!)
"So what shall we tell Mr. Big when we get back?" One of the Polar Bears asked the other as they where heading back to Mr. Big's mansion, and the other Polar Bear (That was clearly taking this embarrassing defeat a lot more serious then his partner) said, "Well we can't tell him that we let this featherweight fox outsmart us, and reveal crucial crime secrets that could put us all in jail!"
"S-So what should we tell him then?" The first Polar Bear asked the second one nervously, to which he said "Just leave it all to me." as to calm his partner down.
"Let's see if I got this all straight. You had him cornered in the locker room, he started to fight back, and then due to some "super amazing kung fu skills" he managed to outsmart the two of you and escape?" Mr. Big asked as he was trying his best to summarising the very odd story that his trusty henchmen was telling him.
"Yes. That's exactly what happen." The Polar Bear having told the story for Mr. Big said, while the other one just nodded his head in agreement.
Mr. Big knew that it was clearly not what had been happening in order for them to fail in their job at getting the single cop for him, but he just knew that if he forced them to tell him what kind of screw up they had really done he might end up getting a heart attack out of anger. (And that was something he truly didn't need during important events like his daughter's birthday.)
So instead he just said a simple "Okay." before letting himself get transported into another place by his personal assistant polar bear, so that he himself could start "Plan B" instead.
"Fru Fru, my little deer mouse. Could you be such a kind girl and maybe tell your dad what kind of wonderful taste those cookies of yours had?" He asked his daughter. (Which was the last thing he originally would have done, since he felt it came off as him failing to truly surprise her with it.)
But luckily Fru Fru did not catch the drift of her father's sudden interest in the cookies as she gladly said that they, "Where the most "mazing" things ever!" that they, "Had vanilla toppings that was just so "Sparkelisious"!" and that the chocolate filling was just, "So much "Yaass"!"
Mr. Big just kept a good face as he thanked his daughter for "all the great details", but in reality he felt even more lost then when he had no ideas from the start!
He knew that he couldn't let his baby down so he gathered all of his Polar Bear henchmen together in order to talk about this "very important operation" that they would all need to work on.
He assigned half of them to be the "bakers and tasters" of the cookies, and the rest of them to be studying the language of "hip young ladies". (Like what his dear Fru Fru was.)
Pretty soon as the days went on most of the underground network of organized crimes had been starting to take a very big dip downwards, as most of Mr. Big's businesses was being unattended by his henchmen to make the owners "pay for protection", and in return that had lead to many of his criminal competitors to take them over instead.
Many of the big drug trails and robbery heists had also been next to none existing now, as most of his men was now working none stop on the super important "cookie baking job".
Fru Fru's birthday party was growing closer every day, and with that so was the waistlines of everyone!
For Mr. Big he wanted the cookies to have the most perfect of taste and quality for serving, so that had resulted in his forcing both himself and his men into test eating tray after tray of cookies in order to fully know when they where absolutely ready to be served. (Which as one could expect lead to them all gain a huge amount of weight from the endless consuming.)
Mr. Big's Polar Bears had been widely known to be feared for being the tallest and most scary looking of all the criminal gangs in all of Zootopia, but now they all looked more like very stuffed teddy bears as they where so big that there wasn't a single one with a well fitting suit any longer!
Everywhere you looked you would either see Polar Bear belly, or love handles, or ripped behinds, or extra chins (Or in some extreme cases ALL of them at once!) sticking out of the tight fabric on all the criminals in the gang.
They where all basically about as wide as they where tall now, and all kind of "Swag" or "Cool" status they use to have was now very hard to take seriously with their new pudgy forms.
But not a single one of them could even come close to obese overweight as with Mr. Big himself, who now was making that name more true then ever as he was literally like a fuzzy little fat ball in a barley sitting suit on a pillow now. (He had ended up breaking the tiny chair he usually sat in, so he had to use the pillow as his new way of transportation.)
He was now about as big and heavy as a cannonball as his suit was only stitches hold together, while huge chunks of his own body fat was sipping out of it. His belly especially was very exposed, and up in his neck he had been forced to stop wearing a bowtie or else he couldn't even breath through all those extra chins that he also sported.
Despite him being way beyond the point of obesity he knew he still needed to continue eating the sugary treats, until they where absolutely prefect to serve for his daughter.
Finally after a whole week of nothing but baking, tasting, and eating cookies all day and night long Mr. Big and his group of Polar Bears seemed to have finally made what could be the exact copies of the ones that had been served at the police house. (And given that none of them had neither seen or tasted the original ones they all felt very proud of what they had achieved.)
At the big birthday party for Fru Fru the very happy birthday girl was already pretty excited over all her friends being present (And the actual presents), but when her very big father told her that he had a surprise for her then she got even more hyped up!
As Mr. Big was left sitting immobile on his pillow he asked the largest (And now also fattest) of his henchmen to come over with a plate covered by a blanket, and once placed down the Polar Bear pulled the blanket away to reveal the plate of freshly baked cookies. (Making the big bear's belly growl a bit out of wanting to have them for itself.)
Fru Fru became even more uplifted as she saw what her father had prepared for her, and she gave him a big hug before taking her first bite out of one of them.
As she did so she could feel the same main tastes out of the cookies, but after a few more chews she also did start to feel how the consistence and technique of the baking was a bit different from how that Tiger cop had done it.
She pretty quickly understood that her father had in fact not been able to get the cop to bake her a personal bunch, and had instead just been making them himself. (His new size was a pretty obvious giveaway.)
She was a bit disappointed at first (but not so surprised, given how her dad and the police didn't get so well together.), but the more she ate from it she could feel the love and passion he had put into making them. To make sure that she herself would get happy on her birthday.
"Eh, I'll say it's close enough to the real deal." Fru Fru thought as she turned back to her dad and once again thanked him for helping in making this the best birthday she has ever had.
"I'm just glad I wont have to be forced to stuff myself with any more sugary treats." Mr. Big thought to himself, before suddenly Fru Fru announced that it was time to eat out of the huge Birthday cake! (Which was the size of a normal cake for most mammals, and therefore a huge mountain for all the rodents attending!)
"Sigh." "I spoke to soon." Mr. Big said to himself as he knew he would just have to start getting use to being this big.
EPILOGUE.
Besides having had to deal briefly with of the two unsuccessful henchmen from Mr. Big things had been going pretty smoothly for Toothpick during the day.
Even though it had never been his plan he had been baking and serving his cookies to all kind of citizens of Zootopia during the open house day, and now all he would be doing was to wait a few days to see what the result of spreading his very addicting pastry would give. (And to give Clawhauser all the leftovers of course.)
And a good week later Toothpick could notice that a whole lot of changes had been happening throughout the big city.
One thing was that when walking on the street he could see how a lot more of the mammals he meet was sporting some pretty big shapes. (And not just naturally large ones like Rhinos, Hippos, and Elephants, but also Wolfs, Horses, and even Sloth's was really huge now.) They all ranged from being just slightly chubby to full on obese, but there was a staggering amount that was clearly overweight now.
On the news many signs of his fat spread "virus" was showing effects, not only that both the news anchors was noticeably pudgy but even in the news themselves.
The fat-epidemic had quickly expanded to become the most talked about thing in Zootopia, and stories was told how both low life salesmen and big companies was trying their hardest to be the number one seller of cookies to the animals.
And on the criminal side many of the crooks that Toothpick and his fellow cop friends caught was showing a very high average weight class. (Especially the Polar Bears working of Mr. Big, that all was so fat that one would think that it was a part of the rules for working for the crime lord.)
Toothpick had to admit that the effects of the experiment had been larger then he himself had expected, and he was about to call it an end and go back to only focusing on fattening up his police group when he saw that he had been receiving a very important looking mail.
He could tell that it was something big given that it was coming straight from the Mayors Building, and that it was addressed to him personally!
Being a bit scared for once Toothpick open up the mail to read the following...
"Greetings."
"As I have been told you are the very Police man that about a week ago was assigned the duties of doing the catering for all the animals that would be visiting the Open Day at the police house."
"I myself had arrived at the place to represent the great Mayor Lionheart, since he himself had been "asking" me to do so."
"As I was inspecting the place I noticed all the attention your cookie stand was getting, and I figured I should also get a few of them."
"I don't have much of a sweet-tooth personally, so I instead just kept the cookies for Lionheart himself to try out."
"At first he just seemed to think that they where "Okay, and nothing more.", but since then he had been starting to show some "changes" in his own eating habits."
"He started to make eating cookies at his office to a bit of a habit, and very soon I could find whole empty boxes of different brands laying all around his table!"
"Today he finally confronted me and said that ever since eating those cookies he has been trying to find which one of the brands they belonged to, and when now having tried them all he was "asking" me to find the one that made them."
"So this is why I am sending this message to you. As the Mayor of Zootopia personally want to order some more of the treats you baked on that day for his own consuming."
"Signed Dawn Bellwether. Mayor Assistant."
Having read the mail Toothpick was a bit stunned at first, but then also very proud.
He had from photos and interview clips of the Mayor commenting the growing weight problem of the city shown that even he was starting to outgrow his clothes.
"Seems like not even the Mayor can resist my creations." Toothpick thought as he leaned back in his chair and gave himself a pat on the back for this new milestone his baking skills have been giving him.
"Fattening up the Mayor of Zootopia to make him the largest one of them all...That would be the greatest challenge yet for me." He said as he was already now thinking about sending a freshly baked pack of cookies to the hungry lion. (Plus a few extra dishes, just to really make him hooked on it.)
This is a story about about a made up Zootopia character called "Toothpick", and he is the main character in a couple of great stories made by
WolfgoneWideThe most basic way to describe him is that he is a part of the Zootopian Police Force, and while on it he really loves to bake and make all his fellow cops as fat as possible.
The two stories is doing a so much better job describing the levels of weight gain and fatness that I simple recommend you to read both of them!
1. Do Not Feed The Animals.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19012584/
2. Key Lime Crime.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19260899/
This story here is in no way connected to the other two more then in original premise and main character, and this is all seen as a tribute from me to this other artist's fantastic story telling and weight gaining of Zootopian characters.
Toothpick belongs to
WolfgoneWideAll the other characters and setting belongs to Disney.
Have fun reading this Anthology piece that I have made, and really take your time to later read the two stories that inspired me to write this one!
(And if you like this story then don't be afraid to share it with your friends. )
At the Zootopia Police Department (Or ZPD for short) worked a very interesting figure.
His name was Sebastian Bartholemew Siberianov, but he was much more known as "Toothpick" by his colleagues due to his very long thin body shape for someone of his species.
He was a Tiger and had for the most of his time working on the ZPD been known as the "Paper Boy" who took care of sorting and archive all the reports and forms for his colleagues cases, but had recently found himself being promoted to Lieutenant by his chief.
During his time working for the Zootopia Force Toothpick had become known for two things by his fellow Officers. His super effective paperwork's, and his amazing cakes!
It may sound as a weird thing that someone working at a Police house would constantly arrive to work with freshly baked cookies and cakes for his co-workers, but there was a deeper purpose to all of this for him.
You see, Toothpick had a bit of a "fascination" with making sure all Police workers he was with where (at least) 5 or 6 times the size in weight as he was. He had been fattening up all his colleagues back at his old Tropicana force good before being moved over to Zootopia, and he only saw these new faces as a fresh start to continue growing his own line of big sized Cops.
If one was to ask him why he did all of this he would probably not have much more of an answer then, "It simply looks fun seeing a force filled with almost only the puffiest of polices."
His desire to constantly burst the uniforms and increase the average size of the officers clothes even did almost cost him both his badge and his freedom once! (But if you want to know more about what that was then check out the link here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19260899/ )
Basically, what he was doing was just like a fun hobby at work for him, and he often enjoyed it the most when he wasn't making a big fuzz about it.
But there would be a time when he did however let the rest of Zootopia get a taste on some of his highly addicted baking skills, and the effects that gave as a result was unbelievable!
It had all started around the time when the Zootopia Police Department was about to hold their yearly "Open House", where they would let all the common folks of Zootopia to get a guided tour to see just how things worked around there. (And guess who was responsible for the catering?)
It might have sounded obvious to everyone but not for Toothpick, as he had originally not been having any plans to do something with his baking that involved animals outside of the police house.
But thanks to all of his colleagues that had been growing very familiar with their underweight friends magical pastry skills, a very big list had been made where they all heavily requested that Toothpick was put in charge of organizing all the little snacks that would be free to pick from by the animals entering for the tour. (Especially Clawhauser, who wrote his name on the list 6 times!)
Fearing that a smaller strike might happen if they all got denied on their wish Chief Bogo saw no other option then to force Toothpick into the seat of head catering chef. (Despite Toothpick being literally the only one in the entire force wishing to not be it.)
But now he was in a situation where he had to make the same kind of high on calories (And even higher in addiction!) cookies that he would usually bake for his fellow cops, as he knew that despite them only being meant for the Zootopian citizens "some" of his fellow colleagues would take several chance to get themselves a few mouthfuls. (And if they would feel anything about the cookies that wasn't up to what they where used to, then they might report Toothpick to the boss for "false marketing" or something.)
As he was working late into the night to bake up his biggest batch ever the slim Tiger had to admit that he did like it more when he started to see it as an "experiment" for himself. An experiment to see what would happen when you let his special formula out of it's special zone, and then watches on as it spreads all over the city as a "fat making disease". (Plus he was very curious to see how someone as tall as a Giraffe or as small as a Mouse would look like after being through his own
"I better keep myself updated on the news afterwards so that I can take notes on just how many new cookie lovers this city will get." He said to himself as he took a small taste test on his batch to see if it was ready. "Perfect."
The very next morning it was time to have the doors to the Police House open up fully as animals from all kinds of districts and classes was arriving in big flocks, just to see what kind of spectacle this was.
When arriving they where all greeted by the always super positive and energetic Clawhauser by his desk, who put on the biggest and most genuine smile and had the role of giving everyone that was entering the best first impression of how friendly and professional the Zootopia Police Department was. (That is when he didn't get fully distracted by the smell of Toothpick's plates!)
Besides the morbidly obese Cheetah by the entrance the first thing that caught most animals attention was the smell of freshly baked cookies that came from further down the hall.
At the source of the smell a big table had been folded up that was filled with about a dozen plates of cookies (All made with different sizes and looks to appeal to most of the animals groups that would be visiting.), and Toothpick standing by the side and just trying to hold a good smile as his experiment was about to began now.
Almost immediately the smell alone was making a majority of the visiting animals come over to him, and once the talk about how good the cookies themselves was going from mouth to mouth even more was gathering around him!
Toothpick knew that not many could resist the things that he baked (And he had been stocking up a lot for this day.), but even he was a bit taken by how literally everyone entering the building wanted to have a whole plate of his goodies all to themselves!
"Seems like it doesn't take much to attract most animals to one spot." The slim Tiger thought to himself as he constantly had to take away empty trays, and replace them with those filled with cookies. (That would most likely end up empty after about only 10 seconds!)
But it wasn't only the everyday animals that was taking the chance to explore this "Open House" day at the Police Force, as even some of Zootopia's more "low lives" could be seen wanting to get a peek.
One of these was Duke Weaseltone (AKA The King of Bootlegs), someone that was very highly living up to the stereotypes of his species by being well known as one of the most false and shifty small time criminals out there. There was no limits to whatever cheap and made up business he would set up in order to just get a few quick bucks.
He was mostly inside the police house now cause of him seeing a big crowd being there, and he was on top of all else also a master at pick pocketing.
The thought of being caught and arrested right inside the place where all the polices in Zootopia was working didn't scare him, as he had been spending his fair share of short "1 Day" arrests that he could almost remember each and every cell into it's smallest details.
Plus being a small guy pressed up against a bunch of larger animals made it very easy for him to do his business all while being almost completely hidden, as he made sure to hold himself very close to the ground.
But as he was right about to grab a very large wallet from the back pocket of an elephant that smell of freshly baked cookies also drew his attention towards them, and when seeing the almost chaotic antics of all the animals trying to get a handful of them he saw a new potential money making machine for himself.
Slithering his long noodle like body through the tight spaces of packed together visitors Weaseltone managed to reach up to the counter and grab a cookie of his own to taste, and it was AMAZING!
He loved the taste of it a lot, but what he loved even more was knowing how much money something with a taste like this would be able to make him!
But making a deal with the baker himself was completely out of the question (Given that this weasel never wanted to share his profits with anyone), so instead the Duke waited for Toothpick to turn his back before he grabbed about 10 cookies in both his paws, and then made a speedy run out of the police house and back to his secret hideouts at the harbour!
Once back at his home base (from which he did all his plotting and working on his false sales) Duke Weaseltone was trying to figure out just how to work this one out.
"Well for starters I have no recipe, so I can't tell what kind of ingredients it has, how much of everything it is, or even what kind of tastes it suppose to be called after!" The Weasel said to himself as he fully knew this was not going to be an easy task.
"Eh, I will just taste a few more of these, use whatever ingredients I have laying around, and then I solve the rest by using my best marketing strategy to sell them." He then said as he took and bite into another one of the 10 he had stolen.
Once again he got reminded that these cookies was not just good, they where REALLY good! (Making it all the more important for him to try and duplicate the same great feeling one would get when eating these so that he could sell them more!)
Mr. Weaseltone was now going into one of his "Working Moods", and when that happen the only thing he could think about was to get a project done and earn himself some money! (No matter what kind short cuts he need to make.)
Eating a few more of his cookies while working Duke Weaseltone then started his hard task to try and re-create the recipe that he had no clues on even looked like, as he grabbed everything that was close by and started making a mixture that he would then put into little forms and then finally bake them in the oven for him to sell later.
However as he was creating his own baking batter he only focused on try to copy the taste, and that lead to a few "changes" in the consistence. As in how unlike Toothpick's original formula that only had a "regular" amounts of sugar and where it was it's pure addiction that made the one eating it gain so much weight, Weaseltone's cookie batch had a whole lot more cheaper and more sugar filled versions of the same ingredients.
But for the cheap Weasel all that was mattering was to be able to sell these things once there are done, but given how well known his shady businesses was for most of the animals living in Zootopia he knew he needed to have some kind of marketing that would both show what a steal it was to bye then, and also that was somewhat "honest" to his customers about what it was.
"Hmm..." The Weasel thought as his cookies was being baked, and it wasn't until right when they where done and the timer he had sat them on said "PIP!" that he stood up and said, "I've got it now!"
"Weaselton Cookies!"
(Cheap to Make, Cheaper to Sell!)
The Duke had to admit that this was probably his greatest masterpiece in marketing yet, and he could just imagine what the reactions from his first customers would be as he was currently sitting by his setup stall.
"Is this for real?" Was what the female of a Hippo couple said as they where the first ones to walk up to see it. (Not the best start from the Weasel's side.)
"This is indeed for real mam. I am selling you a dozen self made cookies in bags for only 50 cents a piece." Weaselton said as he explained his prices, and when seeing that the hippos clearly know who he was and didn't seem very trustworthy to just buy anything from him like that, he knew that he needed to take out his "secret weapon" to win them over.
"I am also offering a free first sample so you can be really sure I am not trying to sell you anything foul here." He said as he hold out a single cookie for the hippo couple, and while the man still seemed a bit scared to dare touch anything that this obvious bad guy was also holding in, his wife did seem very temped for a free sample as she after much thinking said "Fine." and grabbed the thing from him.
"But I'm telling you right now that if this ends up taking my life then I will make sure to kill you later." She said before taking the whole thing in her mouth and start chewing.
Both her husband and Weaseltone himself looked on very curiously over what the results would be, and while the female hippo had been started eating it with a mixture of "Uncertainty" and "Fear", her face was starting to look a lot more in a positive manner as she went on chewing it more and more before swallowing.
"I have to say, that was actually not so half bad!" She said as she started to think about the 50 Cent price again, and now feel like it was in fact a real steal to buy a whole bag with these.
"I have no idea what is inside these things and that I probably will add a few pounds from eating to many of these, but I really want have more!" The hippo lady said as she pulled up her wallet and handed over a 5 Dollar bill to Weaseltone.
"Hey Honey! I know you really seem to like these cookies, but 10 bags of them?!" The male hippo asked his wife worryingly, as she insisted that "Once you get to taste one, you will wish I bought 10 extra for you too!" before she took all the cookie bags she had bought and they both walked off.
"Seems like I finally have found my perfect way of making money!" The sneaky Weasel said to himself as he now gladly awaited the next one that would dare to try one of his free samples.
Pretty soon thanks to wonders of how much a the word about something could be spread by the push of a button on a cell phone Duke Weaseltone was having a real goldmine in his paws, as animals from all of the ecosystems of the town was heading to the very alley he was selling from to get a set of the baking goods that had become something everyone that had tasted the original batch at the Police House was wishing for!
And despite his very cheep prices Weaseltone was making a really big profit to himself, as he know that all the ingredients needed to make a new batch of his own recipe for the next day was costing him only a small portion of all the money he was making. (Almost making him a bit of an honest business person, with a VERY big emphasizing on Almost.)
The very next day he had to even move his sales from a tight fit alley to a much more open area, cause of the now increased number of customers filling up around him! (Both old ones from yesterday that now wanted seconds, and new ones that had heard all the news about the cookie trend.)
For Weaseltone it was almost starting to feel like hard labour now as most of his following days seemed to revolve around nothing else then baking cookies, selling cookies, and buying ingredients for new cookies.
The weasel also showed his greedy side more as he didn't even thought about spoil himself with some luxurious restaurant food now, but instead started to get all his eating from swallowing down parts of the extra big portions of cake batter that he was making constantly! (Resulting in his belly sometimes starting to inflate outwards slightly from him staying to close to the oven as it was working!)
The cookies was selling so well cause they where addictive to eat, and since he was daily stuffing himself with parts of the batter making the pastry Weaseltone was starting to slowly become the most cookie hungry one of all in Zootopia! (Probably leading to him one day giving in completely and eating the entire batter on his own!)
For now he still showed some resistance to still being able to bake and sell the cookies, and not keep them all to himself as it was still money that was the number one thing in his heart. (But the Cookie was getting closer and closer to take over that spot each passing day!)
Seeing which ones was his most trusty customers was a very easy thing to notice, since that would be the animals with the most weight added onto them. (Given the high calorie and sugar levels in all of his cookies.) But being how he was the one making them, it was no real surprise that Weaseltone was indeed the one that had gained most weight of them all!
If there was only one way to describe the body shape of Duke Weaseltone then it would be "Noodle" (given his very long neck and slink tube shaped torso), but now a better word of choice would be "Stuffed Burrito" as his whole body looked like it was being swallowed up by his fat, and where only his arms and legs was partly free from it!
His long slim neck and arms now had tons of rolls and rings that while still being just as long as before now actually made it look like he had been a stretch doll before, and was now being squished together hard instead! And his very bendy back and hips was now more then very limited on how much they could bend, thanks to the added 50 kilos (Which was A LOT for a small weasel!) he was lucky if he didn't end up tipping his whole boy over if he even tried to pick something up from the ground!
Still the con-artist master didn't care if his new diet was making him pack on the pounds quicker then anyone he sold them to, since he was the one getting all the money!
"Yes Money!" He said to himself as he was baking up his latest batch. (The biggest one so far, as it was being prepared in a bowl that was about as tall as him, and twice as wide! (So far at least)
"Money and Cookies!" He said as he was just watching on as the batter being mixed together by a new electric mixing unit that he had recently bought. (Since it would be one heck of a task for his doughy arms to just a whisker that big!)
"Cookies and Money!...and Cookies!" He said as he was starting to get a little bit more "day dreamy" about what he was looking at being made.
Cookies, and Money, and Cookies, and Cookies, and COOKIES!!!" Weaseltone said as he had finally tipped the point of what his mind could handle as he was now fully a cookie eating fanatic, not carrying at all over what money he was throwing away by ruining this giant batch!
Taking off his clothes the fatted up weasel stretched himself over the edge of the liquid filled bowl, before tipping over and getting himself fully deep into his baking!
It was a really odd thing to describe how swimming around in cake batter that was getting mixed up was feeling like, but imagine it being almost a bit like a more muddy form of quick sand, and instead of sinking deeper down you where being pulled around in circles by a great force.
For Weaseltone he just wanted to become one with his creation as much as possible, and that included now both eating the batter and rubbing all over his own fur!
Had one really hungry prey seen him now then the sticky and sweet covered weasel would have made one heck of a fattening meal, as Weaseltone's great belly was starting to blow out from all the batter he was filling it with!
The more and more he ate up of the bowl's content the closer and closer he was getting to the whisker itself, as both gravity and the slippery surface of the plastic was sliding his equally slippery body further down towards the centre of it.
Eventually he came into contact with it and when feeling the spinning metal blades rubbing up against his messy fur it felt like the most amazing massage to him, and the weasel started to roll around and make sure all parts of his fatted body would get the full treatment!
His mountain of a belly, his jiggle butt, his countless neck rolls, under his arms, and behind his ears, was just some of the places that the most weasel/cookie hybrid of a creature enjoyed getting worked out on!
Eventually he felt that he had been having enough of his fun as he reached out to the control panel and turned off the machine, so that he instead could start to have a looooong nap resting in the big bowl.
"Burp! Best. Scheme. Ever!" Weaseltone said to himself before passing out and starting to sleep.
BACKTRACKING!!!
Going back to the "Open Day" at the police house again it wasn't only Weaseltone that had been seen entering the place at that day, as someone from the very small sizes of the animal kingdom was present as well.
This was none other then Fru Fru, the Artic Shrew that happen to be the rich daughter to Mr Big. one of the most powerful and feared crime bosses in all of Zootopia's under world.
She had just been having a big shopping spree when the events at the police station caught her attention, and upon entering even she got hooked by the smells of the freshly baked goodies made by Toothpick as she started to make her way over to the table of free samples.
Luckily for her the Zootopian Police Department had been thinking about all the different size groups that would enter their place, and had therefore made sure to have both cookies and a table that was small enough so that many of the rodent species could also try them out.
After only having eaten one Fru Fru also felt the sheer goodness of the treat she just had, and she knew exactly what she needed to do next!
As she later walked out after the tour she picked up her cell phone and started to dial her dad that she had just found, "The perfect things to serve for my 25th birthday party next week!"
Fru Fru's dad happen to be none other then Mr. Big, who was the most well-known and feared crime boss in all of the Zootopia underworld.
Despite his small size (Since he too was also an Artic Shrew, just like his daughter) Mr. Big had managed to create a lot of respect and fear in his fellow crooks, and with him now having a legion of very large Polar Bears as his henchmen he was almost untouchable to all kinds of laws or other gangs.
"Oh really?" He was asking his daughter on his own phone, in his very raspy (Yet high-pitched) voice. "And what kind of treat would that be?"
"Well...I don't really know what they are called, but I know that they where cookies and they where like, super-delicious!" Fru Fru said as she still could feel her taste buds dancing with joy over what they had been experiencing.
"You don't know anything that can help make it a little easier for your dear old daddy to get you your little cookies for your party?" Mr. Big asked his little "Baby girl", (as he knew that kind of sweet talk often made her tell him more information) and just as he hoped for he heard her say, "Sadly no. But I am sure that you only need to ask that Tiger Cop that had been baking them to make more."
This was exactly the type of answer he wanted to hear, as he knew his knowledge in the mafia would come to great use here.
"I will make sure this baker is more then helpful to make an extra batch for my daughter's birthday." Mr. Big said and hang up, before sending two of his largest Polar Bear henchmen to have "A little talk" with Toothpick.
When they arrived to the Police station the "Open Day" event had ended and most of the day-time working staff was currently on their way home.
The two polar bears entered to the main entrance, and decided to ask the very obese cheetah by the desk if he could tell where this "Cop Baker" was.
Clawhauser had during the whole day managed to snag up to 40 cookies to himself (That Toothpick had just "happen" to leave unintended just when the cheetah was nearby of course.), and he was currently to busy munching on the remaining crumbs when a loud "cough!" was heard.
Looking up he got more then a little nervous over seeing two 9 feet tall buff beasts like them starring down at a scared little fat kitty like him, and when they asked him if he knew about someone in the police force that was known for his "baking skills" Clawhauser was quick to give them both the bakers name, his nickname, the list of all the sweet treats that he had been giving to Clawhauser during his stay here, and finally finished off by saying that he was currently getting changed into his civil clothes in the male changing room.
The polar bears didn't expect it to be so easy to get just the information they wished for, but that only meant that it now only was a straight walk over to the changing room and make that baker cop come with them.
Or at least that was their plan that their pure size would be enough to scare the skinny tiger into following their orders, but they didn't know Toothpick at all as a soon as they entered the same room as he was in, he knew exactly that they where bad news and was prepared for it.
"Hey. Is there anything I can help you two with?" Toothpick asked casually as he was just putting on his civil shirt and pants as the two big bears entered the small changing room. (It was known to be very "small" now, given the common size on all Toothpick's male colleagues,)
"Yes. Our boss got words about your baking skills, and want you to come over to his place. Now!" One of the Polar Bears said, as the other one was warming up his fists for when the slim tiger would start to try and put up a resisting fight.
But instead Toothpick just continued to play it cool as he said, "I would have loved to guys, but tonight I've got this really important episode of my favourite show to watch. So I sadly don't think that I can come." while trying to exit the room.
The Polar Bears was not planning on letting him get away that easy, as one of them blocked the door out, while the other one took a firm grip with his huge paws around Toothpick's thin figure. (Being so big that they where closing around the tiger's waist perfectly.)
"That was not a request, that was an order!" The Polar Bear holding Toothpick said before letting the tiger get some room to breed again.
Being at a very unfair "two against one" situation here (Plus having the two Polar Bears each being easily more then twice Toothpick's size and weight) anyone else would have probably been giving in now and told them all about how to bake those cookies, but if there was one thing that Toothpick could do better then baking hauntingly good pastry then it was how to talk his way out of a situation. (Even making Nick Wilde from the actual movie a bit jealous at his skills.)
He just continued to not show any fear for the two huge henchmen standing up close to him, and it did eventually make one of the two Polar Bear crack slightly as he yelled "Hey! Don't you know who Mr. Big is?!" to Toothpick.
The cool cat that he was just played dumb as he said, "No. Is he some kind of bad guy?" to which he made both of the tall bears laugh out loudly for a few moments.
"Oh yes! He is a bad guy alright!" One of the two Polar Bears said, as the other one filled in with "He is the baddest one there ever was!"
"He's the one that has all of Tundra Town pretty much in the grip of his paws!"
"He's the Shrew that holds a monopoly on the whole drug trafficking!"
"He even helped pulling a few strings for Mayor Lionheart just so that the lion would be extra sure to win the re-election!"
They had been expecting all of these impressive crimes to make the tiger more scared for their boss, but instead he looked like he was the one having the upper hand here.
"And just what in the heck are you smirking at?!" One of the Polar Bears asked, and Toothpick in return held out a Police Pen that had a recording device to it.
He started to play what he had been recording on it, and the two Polar Bears got pretty stunned as they heard their own voices pitch perfectly re-telling all the crimes that they had said their boss was involved in!
"I am pretty sure that a supreme crime boss like Mr. Big wouldn't like to see his entire imperium collapse from two of his worker saying a few to many things to a police man, am I right?" Toothpicked asked as he loved how powerless the two strong bears suddenly felt to the sight of his pen.
"But...What if we decides to take the pen from you now?" One of the Polar Bears tried to asked threateningly, with his partner adding in a "Yeah...with violence!" to try and sound cool. (With neither of them being able to achieve what they wished for.)
"And have all of my colleagues that work here late to rush in to this place as soon as they hear some commotion is going on? I don't think so." Toothpick said as he then started to head towards the door. (With neither of the Polar Bears daring to stop him this time.)
"W-What will you be doing with that recording?" One of the bears asked scared, to which Toothpick simply answered, "As long you two are not trying to do anything to harm me, then I wont be doing anything that could harm you...or you boss." as he waved with his pencil recording as he exited the room and walked away. (Leaving behind the two Polar Bears, who was wondering how he ended up managing to blackmail THEM!)
"So what shall we tell Mr. Big when we get back?" One of the Polar Bears asked the other as they where heading back to Mr. Big's mansion, and the other Polar Bear (That was clearly taking this embarrassing defeat a lot more serious then his partner) said, "Well we can't tell him that we let this featherweight fox outsmart us, and reveal crucial crime secrets that could put us all in jail!"
"S-So what should we tell him then?" The first Polar Bear asked the second one nervously, to which he said "Just leave it all to me." as to calm his partner down.
"Let's see if I got this all straight. You had him cornered in the locker room, he started to fight back, and then due to some "super amazing kung fu skills" he managed to outsmart the two of you and escape?" Mr. Big asked as he was trying his best to summarising the very odd story that his trusty henchmen was telling him.
"Yes. That's exactly what happen." The Polar Bear having told the story for Mr. Big said, while the other one just nodded his head in agreement.
Mr. Big knew that it was clearly not what had been happening in order for them to fail in their job at getting the single cop for him, but he just knew that if he forced them to tell him what kind of screw up they had really done he might end up getting a heart attack out of anger. (And that was something he truly didn't need during important events like his daughter's birthday.)
So instead he just said a simple "Okay." before letting himself get transported into another place by his personal assistant polar bear, so that he himself could start "Plan B" instead.
"Fru Fru, my little deer mouse. Could you be such a kind girl and maybe tell your dad what kind of wonderful taste those cookies of yours had?" He asked his daughter. (Which was the last thing he originally would have done, since he felt it came off as him failing to truly surprise her with it.)
But luckily Fru Fru did not catch the drift of her father's sudden interest in the cookies as she gladly said that they, "Where the most "mazing" things ever!" that they, "Had vanilla toppings that was just so "Sparkelisious"!" and that the chocolate filling was just, "So much "Yaass"!"
Mr. Big just kept a good face as he thanked his daughter for "all the great details", but in reality he felt even more lost then when he had no ideas from the start!
He knew that he couldn't let his baby down so he gathered all of his Polar Bear henchmen together in order to talk about this "very important operation" that they would all need to work on.
He assigned half of them to be the "bakers and tasters" of the cookies, and the rest of them to be studying the language of "hip young ladies". (Like what his dear Fru Fru was.)
Pretty soon as the days went on most of the underground network of organized crimes had been starting to take a very big dip downwards, as most of Mr. Big's businesses was being unattended by his henchmen to make the owners "pay for protection", and in return that had lead to many of his criminal competitors to take them over instead.
Many of the big drug trails and robbery heists had also been next to none existing now, as most of his men was now working none stop on the super important "cookie baking job".
Fru Fru's birthday party was growing closer every day, and with that so was the waistlines of everyone!
For Mr. Big he wanted the cookies to have the most perfect of taste and quality for serving, so that had resulted in his forcing both himself and his men into test eating tray after tray of cookies in order to fully know when they where absolutely ready to be served. (Which as one could expect lead to them all gain a huge amount of weight from the endless consuming.)
Mr. Big's Polar Bears had been widely known to be feared for being the tallest and most scary looking of all the criminal gangs in all of Zootopia, but now they all looked more like very stuffed teddy bears as they where so big that there wasn't a single one with a well fitting suit any longer!
Everywhere you looked you would either see Polar Bear belly, or love handles, or ripped behinds, or extra chins (Or in some extreme cases ALL of them at once!) sticking out of the tight fabric on all the criminals in the gang.
They where all basically about as wide as they where tall now, and all kind of "Swag" or "Cool" status they use to have was now very hard to take seriously with their new pudgy forms.
But not a single one of them could even come close to obese overweight as with Mr. Big himself, who now was making that name more true then ever as he was literally like a fuzzy little fat ball in a barley sitting suit on a pillow now. (He had ended up breaking the tiny chair he usually sat in, so he had to use the pillow as his new way of transportation.)
He was now about as big and heavy as a cannonball as his suit was only stitches hold together, while huge chunks of his own body fat was sipping out of it. His belly especially was very exposed, and up in his neck he had been forced to stop wearing a bowtie or else he couldn't even breath through all those extra chins that he also sported.
Despite him being way beyond the point of obesity he knew he still needed to continue eating the sugary treats, until they where absolutely prefect to serve for his daughter.
Finally after a whole week of nothing but baking, tasting, and eating cookies all day and night long Mr. Big and his group of Polar Bears seemed to have finally made what could be the exact copies of the ones that had been served at the police house. (And given that none of them had neither seen or tasted the original ones they all felt very proud of what they had achieved.)
At the big birthday party for Fru Fru the very happy birthday girl was already pretty excited over all her friends being present (And the actual presents), but when her very big father told her that he had a surprise for her then she got even more hyped up!
As Mr. Big was left sitting immobile on his pillow he asked the largest (And now also fattest) of his henchmen to come over with a plate covered by a blanket, and once placed down the Polar Bear pulled the blanket away to reveal the plate of freshly baked cookies. (Making the big bear's belly growl a bit out of wanting to have them for itself.)
Fru Fru became even more uplifted as she saw what her father had prepared for her, and she gave him a big hug before taking her first bite out of one of them.
As she did so she could feel the same main tastes out of the cookies, but after a few more chews she also did start to feel how the consistence and technique of the baking was a bit different from how that Tiger cop had done it.
She pretty quickly understood that her father had in fact not been able to get the cop to bake her a personal bunch, and had instead just been making them himself. (His new size was a pretty obvious giveaway.)
She was a bit disappointed at first (but not so surprised, given how her dad and the police didn't get so well together.), but the more she ate from it she could feel the love and passion he had put into making them. To make sure that she herself would get happy on her birthday.
"Eh, I'll say it's close enough to the real deal." Fru Fru thought as she turned back to her dad and once again thanked him for helping in making this the best birthday she has ever had.
"I'm just glad I wont have to be forced to stuff myself with any more sugary treats." Mr. Big thought to himself, before suddenly Fru Fru announced that it was time to eat out of the huge Birthday cake! (Which was the size of a normal cake for most mammals, and therefore a huge mountain for all the rodents attending!)
"Sigh." "I spoke to soon." Mr. Big said to himself as he knew he would just have to start getting use to being this big.
EPILOGUE.
Besides having had to deal briefly with of the two unsuccessful henchmen from Mr. Big things had been going pretty smoothly for Toothpick during the day.
Even though it had never been his plan he had been baking and serving his cookies to all kind of citizens of Zootopia during the open house day, and now all he would be doing was to wait a few days to see what the result of spreading his very addicting pastry would give. (And to give Clawhauser all the leftovers of course.)
And a good week later Toothpick could notice that a whole lot of changes had been happening throughout the big city.
One thing was that when walking on the street he could see how a lot more of the mammals he meet was sporting some pretty big shapes. (And not just naturally large ones like Rhinos, Hippos, and Elephants, but also Wolfs, Horses, and even Sloth's was really huge now.) They all ranged from being just slightly chubby to full on obese, but there was a staggering amount that was clearly overweight now.
On the news many signs of his fat spread "virus" was showing effects, not only that both the news anchors was noticeably pudgy but even in the news themselves.
The fat-epidemic had quickly expanded to become the most talked about thing in Zootopia, and stories was told how both low life salesmen and big companies was trying their hardest to be the number one seller of cookies to the animals.
And on the criminal side many of the crooks that Toothpick and his fellow cop friends caught was showing a very high average weight class. (Especially the Polar Bears working of Mr. Big, that all was so fat that one would think that it was a part of the rules for working for the crime lord.)
Toothpick had to admit that the effects of the experiment had been larger then he himself had expected, and he was about to call it an end and go back to only focusing on fattening up his police group when he saw that he had been receiving a very important looking mail.
He could tell that it was something big given that it was coming straight from the Mayors Building, and that it was addressed to him personally!
Being a bit scared for once Toothpick open up the mail to read the following...
"Greetings."
"As I have been told you are the very Police man that about a week ago was assigned the duties of doing the catering for all the animals that would be visiting the Open Day at the police house."
"I myself had arrived at the place to represent the great Mayor Lionheart, since he himself had been "asking" me to do so."
"As I was inspecting the place I noticed all the attention your cookie stand was getting, and I figured I should also get a few of them."
"I don't have much of a sweet-tooth personally, so I instead just kept the cookies for Lionheart himself to try out."
"At first he just seemed to think that they where "Okay, and nothing more.", but since then he had been starting to show some "changes" in his own eating habits."
"He started to make eating cookies at his office to a bit of a habit, and very soon I could find whole empty boxes of different brands laying all around his table!"
"Today he finally confronted me and said that ever since eating those cookies he has been trying to find which one of the brands they belonged to, and when now having tried them all he was "asking" me to find the one that made them."
"So this is why I am sending this message to you. As the Mayor of Zootopia personally want to order some more of the treats you baked on that day for his own consuming."
"Signed Dawn Bellwether. Mayor Assistant."
Having read the mail Toothpick was a bit stunned at first, but then also very proud.
He had from photos and interview clips of the Mayor commenting the growing weight problem of the city shown that even he was starting to outgrow his clothes.
"Seems like not even the Mayor can resist my creations." Toothpick thought as he leaned back in his chair and gave himself a pat on the back for this new milestone his baking skills have been giving him.
"Fattening up the Mayor of Zootopia to make him the largest one of them all...That would be the greatest challenge yet for me." He said as he was already now thinking about sending a freshly baked pack of cookies to the hungry lion. (Plus a few extra dishes, just to really make him hooked on it.)
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