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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (9/10/16). This story was won by 
ElementalFurrries and stars his big fat polar bear cop Bubba. Now, Bubba is a nice guy, but is very possessive when it comes to donuts and things that are his. To this end his fellow officers feel that it's about time taught the selfish bear a lesson when it comes to sharing.
Bubba is © his player.
Word Count: 2157
A Tub o Bubba
There were a lot of hushed whispering going on in the police station’s breakroom. A lot of strangely eager, but hushed whispering. The whispers were only silenced when he came in. If this sounds like an object of contempt, you’d be wrong. Bubba the very large polar bear had been described as a “swell guy” and “he’s nice, y’know. He’s… he’s just nice”. Comments worthy of such a sterling character most certainly. “Hey guys” Bubba greeted brightly as he lumbered towards the table.
Many pairs of eyes followed him, or rather, his rather large frame as it bounced about. The only member on the force who demanded the need of an XXXL uniform, Bubba was something of an object of fascination for several members. (Although, to be honest, some are just fascinated by his ability to still find a belt that FITS.) The bear wasn’t a stupid fella mind, and he could tell everyone was looking at him as he hovered over two boxes of donuts, each assigned a sticky label with “Bubba’s” on them. “I’m not sharing” Bubba sternly told his co-workers.
Nodding amongst themselves, they all went back to chatting amongst themselves whilst the polar partook of his spoils. Hooking several glazed donuts on his plump fingers, their coating dripping onto his fur, Bubba dropped each delight into his mouth whole, chewed and then repeated. Many casual glances followed this act, smiles on their faces as the somewhat greedy ursine stuffed his face with both boxes. In no time the boxes were emptied, and Bubba was looking pretty pleased with himself. Everyone else did too, for some reason. “You really can pack them away” Officer Brown remarked conversationally.
“I like donuts” Bubba shrugged modestly.
“Clearly” Officer Mikael snickered, a coy finger prodding at the polar’s doughy side.
“Hey now, personal space Mikael” Bubba chided, swatting the canine’s probing fingers away. The doberman smirked as he floated away, the whispering continuing, much to Bubba’s annoyance. “Are you fellas waiting on something?” he questioned sternly.
“Nah, we’re just talking. You wanna talk?” Brown offered.
“Actually, I was just stopping for my fill. I got some patrolling to do” the bear shrugged, hobbling out with a noticeable strain in the line of buttons doing their best to contain his middle.
All eyes watched him out, and then the smiles came as they regarded the empty boxes. “Okay, you all know what to do?” Mikael asked of the group.
“Yep” was the general reply, although one smartass said “no”.
“Alright then, we begin the cycle now. Maybe then Bubba might embrace the idea of sharing” the doberman grinned wickedly.
After two hours of patrolling, Bubba had rotated out, and was back to the breakroom in a flash. There were only two co-workers there talking to each other, and perplexingly, both boxes of donuts (with his name on them), completely whole. “What the?” the bear uttered as he lumbered over to his treats. “Didn’t I eat you guys earlier?” he mentioned aloud.
“They’ve been waiting for you all day” Officer Fitzpatrick remarked idly, her eyes passing glances between her fellow officers. “We’ve had to beat a few of the others off just so you wouldn’t chuck a tantrum if you found one missing” she informed the bear.
“Weird. I, no, I’m pretty sure I ate them all earlier” Bubba muttered as he opened the boxes up. To his surprise, they were all there. Each lovely donut, each specific order he made for the lot. They were all there, meaning, he must not have eaten them after all. No one else knew his specialty order, after all. “Thank you for guarding them” Bubba said to Fitzpatrick.
“You’re welcome” she replied idly.
Not wasting any time, Bubba happily settled into his two uneaten boxes, and they were done in a flash, an oddly, straining flash. The bear grimaced, an unusual feeling of fullness in his belly. His paw ran across his ponderous belly, and it was actually sort of embarrassing that his white fluff was starting to appear between the holes in his buttons. “I think I might need to lay off on the donuts” Bubba thought to himself.
“Something wrong Bubba?” Officer Alexis inquired with concern in her adorable eyes. (She’s a lop-eared hare, so that’s like, EXTRA adorable.)
“No, I’m fine” Bubba grunted as he hobbled out, a cloud of shame hanging around him.
“He gone?” Fitzpatrick inquired.
Alexis watched from the doorway until the perplexed bear was out of sight. “He’s gone” she reported and returned to her colleague.
“Good” Fitzpatrick nodded as she walked over to a low cupboard, one that Bubba could never reach. From it she withdrew two more boxes of donuts, both with the bear’s name on them, and placed them on the table.
“Why are we doing this again?” Alexis asked as she collected the boxes. “I mean, we don’t even EAT donuts” she pointed out.
“I think it’s a matter of principle. It’s just… okay, I’ve been in a bad mood for a while, and I need SOME way to get my bitchiness out” Fitzpatrick admitted.
“I guess that sorta makes sense” Alexis shrugged.
“Probably not, I just feel like being a bitch” the jaguar decided as the two went to discretely dispose of the boxes.
“What the?” Not thirty minutes had gone by before Bubba had returned to the breakroom after dealing with his stomach, and, lo and behold, the donuts were back. It just… it didn’t make any sense. The bear was SURE he had eaten them twice now, but the boxes were back. “How?” he breathed heavily.
“You losing your edge?” Mikael grinned from the coffee machine. “I swear I’ve never seen donuts last this long before.”
“Last? But, weren’t you there? I ATE them this morning” Bubba wheezed, a slight hysteria in his voice.
“You ate some yesterday, maybe you were thinking to back then?” Mikael mused. “I mean, those boxes have been waiting all day for you. I was almost tempted to eat them since you weren’t going too.”
This was too weird, but, a certain possessiveness flared. “No, no. They’re my donuts” Bubba stubbornly insisted.
“Then go nuts Bubba” the doberman shrugged with a cocky smirk.
Nodding firmly, the polar bear gobbled up the two boxes, his own petulance overriding any strain around his middle. His belt was digging into him, and the holes between his buttons were growing some pretty sizeable holes to show off his hefty white fluff. Creak! Bubba paused, a pained groan rolling out of his crumb-stained lips from the tightness found around his middle. As much as he didn’t want to, some triggers needed to be pulled. With reluctance, the bear undid his belt, his bulk springing outwards dramatically, buttons straining from his unrestrained belly. It brought a sigh of relief to the ursine’s form as he was able to continue eating his donuts, until not a single crumb was left. “UUUURRRRRMMMMFFF!” he belched loudly, a paw slapping his face and muffling the remaining one as he blushed bashfully.
“Excuse you” Mikael sniggered as he took a sip of coffee.
“I don’t understand it” Bubba bemoaned. “I’m sure I’ve eaten my donuts for the day, and every time they just reappear back on the table when I come back. I just don’t get it.”
“They can’t reappear if they never left” Mikael pointed out.
“Yeah…” Bubba murmured, eying the boxes. Was he just being paranoid right now? Well, he had been eating a fair bit more. It just… it just didn’t feel like him to leave his donuts uneaten for so long. He just had this feeling, deep in his gut, that he had eaten his donuts earlier. “Yeah, it can’t disappear if it never left” the bear said absently after a few seconds contemplation.
“True dat” Mikael nodded.
“I… I think I need to lie down” Bubba muttered, lumbering out for a quickie in his patrol car.
“Have fun” the Doberman grinned as the bear left his sight. Keeping an eye on Bubba all the way out, Mikael replaced the boxes with more fresh ones, his cocky smile widening. “He’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Bubba was back in ten, a cold pack to his head to cool it down. Mikael was gone by then, and the bear was alone in the breakroom. “Eeeeep!” he squeaked weakly, his eyes wide on the table.
The donuts, his donuts, were back. Or, wait, no, that’s wrong. They were still there, so they couldn’t be back. Oh this was doing his head in. GRRRRRBBBBBLLLLLGGGGLLLEEEE! His belly seemed to hunger for them, but, he felt like he had been eating all day. “Oooooo~” he groaned, his legs leading him towards the boxes.
Bubba didn’t even feel like he had control of his body as his hands reached out and took the donuts in them. He crammed each one into his mouth and consumed them as usual. His buttons strained to contain his belly as it swelled from his consumption. “Mmf. Mmf” he groaned weakly until the last donut sailed down his throat.
GGGGGUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLLLLLEEEEE! Bubba gripped his belly weakly, a strained feeling emanating from where thick patches of white fluff poked through his shirt. PING! The bear watched as a button broke free, landing in the now empty box of donuts he had coveted. “No… no way” he uttered weakly.
Pudgy paws gripping at it, Bubba looked down at the thick bulge of white forcing its way through his buttons. Gripping his own blubber, the bear tried to force it back in, but his bulk would always stubbornly slips through his fingers. This was too bizarre. He didn’t… he…. “I think I need another lie down” Bubba whimpered weakly, his head getting light.
“So, you think he’s learned his lesson yet?”
“Let’s find out.”
It was late afternoon, and Officer Bubba hadn’t been a very active bear today, due to clearly medical reasons. But when he returned to the breakroom, all eyes were on him. Almost twice the bear he used to be, the polar’s feet would THUD on the floor, his enormous mountain of a belly wobbling and jostling about, his enormity only barely contained by his undersized shirt. An unbelievable amount of plush white fur squeezed its way through the holes in the front, with a lot more squishing through the diamonds between each pulled button. Bubba’s soft chest heaved from his rampant panting, a heavy sweat coating his bloated form. No one said anything as Bubba lumbered over to the donuts on the table. By now they had grown stale, but the bear just couldn’t stop himself anymore. His only protests were weak gurgles as he ate up the donuts, his bulk trembling as he did. Many eyes watched this spectacle, and many grins followed as the bear’s oversized buns showing over the top of his straining pants as the pig of an ursine continued to eat. PING! PIPING! Bubba’s actions were all too much for his uniform, and his buttons. Breaking free, a fatalanche came down on the table, the polar immensely happy to have relief and support for his enormous belly. “Looking prosperous there” Mikael grinned with a raised coffee cup.
“Huff… huff…” Bubba panted, his legs trembling.
With a horrific crash the polar collapsed under his own weight, the seams of his pants and shirt tearing from the jostling and wobbling of his porcine frame. He was a very tired bear, but something was amiss as his fellow officers gathered around him. “Finally,” Mikael grinned, “finally I get to do this.”
Without warning the doberman hugged Bubba tightly, his head rubbing against the polar’s soft belly. The bear was too tired to complain as his colleague pressed into his soft belly, though he was happy to have his soreness getting rubbed away. “I think this calls the project a success” Alexis decreed.
“Yeah, I suppose so” Officer Waylon nodded.
“Pro… ject…?” Bubba wheezed.
“We like you Bubba, but you really need to ease up when it comes to the donuts” Fitzpatrick explained.
“But you don’t eat donuts” Waylon pointed out.
“It’s the principle” Alexis and Fitzpatrick both answered.
“To that end anyways,” Mikael cut in, “we decided to play a little joke on you, to show you how greedy you are for keeping the donuts to yourself. You ate over a hundred of them today Bubba” he informed the obese bear.
“I… did…?” Bubba panted.
“Yep. You’re quite a bit of a greedy guts, and now it shows. But don’t worry big guy, we’ll all take care of you until you’re ready to join us on the streets again. And when you do, I’m sure you’ll be willing to share your donuts from now on” the canine grinned.
“Fat chance” Bubba thought.
This little tale is clear of one thing: Some things never change, and that fat people refuse to share their food the greedy fu-
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (9/10/16). This story was won by 
ElementalFurrries and stars his big fat polar bear cop Bubba. Now, Bubba is a nice guy, but is very possessive when it comes to donuts and things that are his. To this end his fellow officers feel that it's about time taught the selfish bear a lesson when it comes to sharing..:Rated general for:.
>Overeating
>Weight GainBubba is © his player.
Word Count: 2157
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.A Tub o Bubba
There were a lot of hushed whispering going on in the police station’s breakroom. A lot of strangely eager, but hushed whispering. The whispers were only silenced when he came in. If this sounds like an object of contempt, you’d be wrong. Bubba the very large polar bear had been described as a “swell guy” and “he’s nice, y’know. He’s… he’s just nice”. Comments worthy of such a sterling character most certainly. “Hey guys” Bubba greeted brightly as he lumbered towards the table.
Many pairs of eyes followed him, or rather, his rather large frame as it bounced about. The only member on the force who demanded the need of an XXXL uniform, Bubba was something of an object of fascination for several members. (Although, to be honest, some are just fascinated by his ability to still find a belt that FITS.) The bear wasn’t a stupid fella mind, and he could tell everyone was looking at him as he hovered over two boxes of donuts, each assigned a sticky label with “Bubba’s” on them. “I’m not sharing” Bubba sternly told his co-workers.
Nodding amongst themselves, they all went back to chatting amongst themselves whilst the polar partook of his spoils. Hooking several glazed donuts on his plump fingers, their coating dripping onto his fur, Bubba dropped each delight into his mouth whole, chewed and then repeated. Many casual glances followed this act, smiles on their faces as the somewhat greedy ursine stuffed his face with both boxes. In no time the boxes were emptied, and Bubba was looking pretty pleased with himself. Everyone else did too, for some reason. “You really can pack them away” Officer Brown remarked conversationally.
“I like donuts” Bubba shrugged modestly.
“Clearly” Officer Mikael snickered, a coy finger prodding at the polar’s doughy side.
“Hey now, personal space Mikael” Bubba chided, swatting the canine’s probing fingers away. The doberman smirked as he floated away, the whispering continuing, much to Bubba’s annoyance. “Are you fellas waiting on something?” he questioned sternly.
“Nah, we’re just talking. You wanna talk?” Brown offered.
“Actually, I was just stopping for my fill. I got some patrolling to do” the bear shrugged, hobbling out with a noticeable strain in the line of buttons doing their best to contain his middle.
All eyes watched him out, and then the smiles came as they regarded the empty boxes. “Okay, you all know what to do?” Mikael asked of the group.
“Yep” was the general reply, although one smartass said “no”.
“Alright then, we begin the cycle now. Maybe then Bubba might embrace the idea of sharing” the doberman grinned wickedly.
After two hours of patrolling, Bubba had rotated out, and was back to the breakroom in a flash. There were only two co-workers there talking to each other, and perplexingly, both boxes of donuts (with his name on them), completely whole. “What the?” the bear uttered as he lumbered over to his treats. “Didn’t I eat you guys earlier?” he mentioned aloud.
“They’ve been waiting for you all day” Officer Fitzpatrick remarked idly, her eyes passing glances between her fellow officers. “We’ve had to beat a few of the others off just so you wouldn’t chuck a tantrum if you found one missing” she informed the bear.
“Weird. I, no, I’m pretty sure I ate them all earlier” Bubba muttered as he opened the boxes up. To his surprise, they were all there. Each lovely donut, each specific order he made for the lot. They were all there, meaning, he must not have eaten them after all. No one else knew his specialty order, after all. “Thank you for guarding them” Bubba said to Fitzpatrick.
“You’re welcome” she replied idly.
Not wasting any time, Bubba happily settled into his two uneaten boxes, and they were done in a flash, an oddly, straining flash. The bear grimaced, an unusual feeling of fullness in his belly. His paw ran across his ponderous belly, and it was actually sort of embarrassing that his white fluff was starting to appear between the holes in his buttons. “I think I might need to lay off on the donuts” Bubba thought to himself.
“Something wrong Bubba?” Officer Alexis inquired with concern in her adorable eyes. (She’s a lop-eared hare, so that’s like, EXTRA adorable.)
“No, I’m fine” Bubba grunted as he hobbled out, a cloud of shame hanging around him.
“He gone?” Fitzpatrick inquired.
Alexis watched from the doorway until the perplexed bear was out of sight. “He’s gone” she reported and returned to her colleague.
“Good” Fitzpatrick nodded as she walked over to a low cupboard, one that Bubba could never reach. From it she withdrew two more boxes of donuts, both with the bear’s name on them, and placed them on the table.
“Why are we doing this again?” Alexis asked as she collected the boxes. “I mean, we don’t even EAT donuts” she pointed out.
“I think it’s a matter of principle. It’s just… okay, I’ve been in a bad mood for a while, and I need SOME way to get my bitchiness out” Fitzpatrick admitted.
“I guess that sorta makes sense” Alexis shrugged.
“Probably not, I just feel like being a bitch” the jaguar decided as the two went to discretely dispose of the boxes.
“What the?” Not thirty minutes had gone by before Bubba had returned to the breakroom after dealing with his stomach, and, lo and behold, the donuts were back. It just… it didn’t make any sense. The bear was SURE he had eaten them twice now, but the boxes were back. “How?” he breathed heavily.
“You losing your edge?” Mikael grinned from the coffee machine. “I swear I’ve never seen donuts last this long before.”
“Last? But, weren’t you there? I ATE them this morning” Bubba wheezed, a slight hysteria in his voice.
“You ate some yesterday, maybe you were thinking to back then?” Mikael mused. “I mean, those boxes have been waiting all day for you. I was almost tempted to eat them since you weren’t going too.”
This was too weird, but, a certain possessiveness flared. “No, no. They’re my donuts” Bubba stubbornly insisted.
“Then go nuts Bubba” the doberman shrugged with a cocky smirk.
Nodding firmly, the polar bear gobbled up the two boxes, his own petulance overriding any strain around his middle. His belt was digging into him, and the holes between his buttons were growing some pretty sizeable holes to show off his hefty white fluff. Creak! Bubba paused, a pained groan rolling out of his crumb-stained lips from the tightness found around his middle. As much as he didn’t want to, some triggers needed to be pulled. With reluctance, the bear undid his belt, his bulk springing outwards dramatically, buttons straining from his unrestrained belly. It brought a sigh of relief to the ursine’s form as he was able to continue eating his donuts, until not a single crumb was left. “UUUURRRRRMMMMFFF!” he belched loudly, a paw slapping his face and muffling the remaining one as he blushed bashfully.
“Excuse you” Mikael sniggered as he took a sip of coffee.
“I don’t understand it” Bubba bemoaned. “I’m sure I’ve eaten my donuts for the day, and every time they just reappear back on the table when I come back. I just don’t get it.”
“They can’t reappear if they never left” Mikael pointed out.
“Yeah…” Bubba murmured, eying the boxes. Was he just being paranoid right now? Well, he had been eating a fair bit more. It just… it just didn’t feel like him to leave his donuts uneaten for so long. He just had this feeling, deep in his gut, that he had eaten his donuts earlier. “Yeah, it can’t disappear if it never left” the bear said absently after a few seconds contemplation.
“True dat” Mikael nodded.
“I… I think I need to lie down” Bubba muttered, lumbering out for a quickie in his patrol car.
“Have fun” the Doberman grinned as the bear left his sight. Keeping an eye on Bubba all the way out, Mikael replaced the boxes with more fresh ones, his cocky smile widening. “He’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Bubba was back in ten, a cold pack to his head to cool it down. Mikael was gone by then, and the bear was alone in the breakroom. “Eeeeep!” he squeaked weakly, his eyes wide on the table.
The donuts, his donuts, were back. Or, wait, no, that’s wrong. They were still there, so they couldn’t be back. Oh this was doing his head in. GRRRRRBBBBBLLLLLGGGGLLLEEEE! His belly seemed to hunger for them, but, he felt like he had been eating all day. “Oooooo~” he groaned, his legs leading him towards the boxes.
Bubba didn’t even feel like he had control of his body as his hands reached out and took the donuts in them. He crammed each one into his mouth and consumed them as usual. His buttons strained to contain his belly as it swelled from his consumption. “Mmf. Mmf” he groaned weakly until the last donut sailed down his throat.
GGGGGUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLLLLLEEEEE! Bubba gripped his belly weakly, a strained feeling emanating from where thick patches of white fluff poked through his shirt. PING! The bear watched as a button broke free, landing in the now empty box of donuts he had coveted. “No… no way” he uttered weakly.
Pudgy paws gripping at it, Bubba looked down at the thick bulge of white forcing its way through his buttons. Gripping his own blubber, the bear tried to force it back in, but his bulk would always stubbornly slips through his fingers. This was too bizarre. He didn’t… he…. “I think I need another lie down” Bubba whimpered weakly, his head getting light.
“So, you think he’s learned his lesson yet?”
“Let’s find out.”
It was late afternoon, and Officer Bubba hadn’t been a very active bear today, due to clearly medical reasons. But when he returned to the breakroom, all eyes were on him. Almost twice the bear he used to be, the polar’s feet would THUD on the floor, his enormous mountain of a belly wobbling and jostling about, his enormity only barely contained by his undersized shirt. An unbelievable amount of plush white fur squeezed its way through the holes in the front, with a lot more squishing through the diamonds between each pulled button. Bubba’s soft chest heaved from his rampant panting, a heavy sweat coating his bloated form. No one said anything as Bubba lumbered over to the donuts on the table. By now they had grown stale, but the bear just couldn’t stop himself anymore. His only protests were weak gurgles as he ate up the donuts, his bulk trembling as he did. Many eyes watched this spectacle, and many grins followed as the bear’s oversized buns showing over the top of his straining pants as the pig of an ursine continued to eat. PING! PIPING! Bubba’s actions were all too much for his uniform, and his buttons. Breaking free, a fatalanche came down on the table, the polar immensely happy to have relief and support for his enormous belly. “Looking prosperous there” Mikael grinned with a raised coffee cup.
“Huff… huff…” Bubba panted, his legs trembling.
With a horrific crash the polar collapsed under his own weight, the seams of his pants and shirt tearing from the jostling and wobbling of his porcine frame. He was a very tired bear, but something was amiss as his fellow officers gathered around him. “Finally,” Mikael grinned, “finally I get to do this.”
Without warning the doberman hugged Bubba tightly, his head rubbing against the polar’s soft belly. The bear was too tired to complain as his colleague pressed into his soft belly, though he was happy to have his soreness getting rubbed away. “I think this calls the project a success” Alexis decreed.
“Yeah, I suppose so” Officer Waylon nodded.
“Pro… ject…?” Bubba wheezed.
“We like you Bubba, but you really need to ease up when it comes to the donuts” Fitzpatrick explained.
“But you don’t eat donuts” Waylon pointed out.
“It’s the principle” Alexis and Fitzpatrick both answered.
“To that end anyways,” Mikael cut in, “we decided to play a little joke on you, to show you how greedy you are for keeping the donuts to yourself. You ate over a hundred of them today Bubba” he informed the obese bear.
“I… did…?” Bubba panted.
“Yep. You’re quite a bit of a greedy guts, and now it shows. But don’t worry big guy, we’ll all take care of you until you’re ready to join us on the streets again. And when you do, I’m sure you’ll be willing to share your donuts from now on” the canine grinned.
“Fat chance” Bubba thought.
This little tale is clear of one thing: Some things never change, and that fat people refuse to share their food the greedy fu-
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