Wow, you guys. The support we got for this last round of the growth drive was way more than expected, so to show our appreciation, we've split the finale into two parts and let the top two donors cameo! I'd like to note that the donation amount you see is not the final amount, only part of it! The true total amount, and Nick and company's final sizes, will be revealed next weekend! Meanwhile, enjoy all the bellies on display, and stay tuned for the conclusion!

Art by Yours Truly
Cameo by  Silemo999
Story by  Renard_DeFleureax
Edited by  Nocturne

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The time had come to put this group of fanatic feeders down. What had started as an odd fixation with ballooning badgers to ridiculous proportions had become a personal fight for Nick; he was getting his mother back.

But the huge fox was leaving nothing to chance. Leaning, literally, on Alkali and Tantio, Nick managed to get the location of their jam reserves. While size had been a problem to start with, it seemed to be the only solution when dealing with the group. The last of the little criminal enterprise, however, was much less helpful.

Archie only grinned broadly as the trio lumbered up to his cell. The kangaroo had been placed in a strait jacket to keep his wily arms from doing their work. “My word, you guys really didn't need me out and about to blow up, did you? I do some fine work if I say so myself...but gents you look like you cleaned out every buffet from Zootopia to Bunny Burrow!” The kangaroo lapsed into snickering even as Nick slammed up against the cell’s bars.

“I don't have time to listen to you run your mouth about this stupid game you're playing. You guys involved my mom, so cough up any jam you've got,” the fox growled even as some of his belly oozed between the metal bars keeping the insane inflator trapped.

“Jam? I'm afraid I'm tapped out at the moment. I mean really, after you and your step-dad I didn't have a ton on hand. Looks like you have about that to spare.” Archie let out a peal of laughter, tipping back until the door of his cell creaked loudly as Nick pushed against it, the metal bending and buckling.

The fox grabbed the bars, his arms bulging as he squeezed them. “Cut the jokes or we’ll see how much you bounce when Bogo and I play a game of Roo-ball again.”

“A-ahhh, no need for police brutality, Officer Wilde. See, I might not have jam available, but I know where you can find plenty. See there's this old oil rig off the coast. It's out of the way, nobody really goes there...well until very recently.” Rocking back and forth on his feet the kangaroo smirked.

Nick grimaced before rubbing his head. “Great, I really wanted to be out on the water like this. Fine, it's for mom. Chief, Finnick, grab the jam and let's get to the docks.”

As the group began leaving the station Archie snickered before shouting. “See ya boys! Oh, and Officer Wilde? It sure was easy to find everybody close to you when you keep some big ears to the ground.”

“What are you getting at?” Nick snarled as he began to turn back.

Grabbing at his shoulder Bogo tugged at the fox. “Wilde, he's trying to distract you, don't let him get in your head.”

“Yeah Nick, we gotta go. Don't want your mom with them too long.” Finnick grunted as he hefted a barrel of jam up.

“You're right, let’s just go. I don't want to hear anything else outta that nut job.” Grumbling under his breath Nick shook his head, he couldn't let the sneaky kangaroo get to him.

Finding a boat big enough to carry the swollen mammals took a bit, but convincing the captain of a large fishing trawler was much easier given Nick’s newfound penchant for towering over the inhabitants of the town. Once they left the docks, Nick popped open the small barrel of jam and the three of them took their share. The fox grumbled a bit; while Finnick, and especially Bogo, seemed to swell with new-found muscle, he only felt his arms and chest perk up, ever so slightly. The Chief, on the other hand, was back in fighting form; his middle was round and hard as a keg, but his arms bulged with muscle, topped by biceps bigger than his head, and a pair of pecs so wide, they put his horns to shame.

The Badger Hill Bay oil rig hadn't been used in over a decade. It was fairly old, mostly abandoned after the reserve it had been built on had run dry. In that time it was left mostly condemned, sea salt and water rusting the metal platform inch by inch. Or, that had been the case several weeks ago; rust and decay seemed to have been replaced with new, shining metal.

“How did nobody notice this place was being rebuilt? It's almost as old as the factory!” Nick growled as he tapped a foot on the deck. The ship came to anchor at a ladder that led up to the rig’s deck.

Finnick headed up the ladder first, followed by Bogo. The buffalo moved slowly as his massive girth took some getting used to, threatening to bend metal as his hard muscle and thick gut pressed against the rungs of the ladder. Nick had to bring up the rear, the metal of the ladder creaking and groaning, his strong paws leaving dents just from gripping.

Bogo panted heavily as he adjusted to his new-found bulk. “Alright gentlemen, now that we’re here we need to proceed with extreme caution. We've learned this group has a gift for getting the drop on others, so we stick together and keep our eyes peeled.” The police chief grunted as his arms crossed, albeit barely, over his barrel of a chest.

Nick took a deep breath, his own paws coming to rest on the sides of his prodigious belly. “You're right, if they catch any of us off guard chances are we won't be getting anywhere under our own power.”

“Fine by me, but after all this I'm gonna need to talk to ZPD about some kinda reward. Carting Chief Bulgo back to the station practically trashed the suspension on my van.” Finnick grumbled as he prodded at Bogo’s middle.

“Whatever, right now the important thing is finding my mom. Let's just get inside the main building and try to find her. The sooner we get back to dry land, the better.” Nick grunted as he began to move slowly toward the oil rig’s main facility, each heavy step making the platform groan. Clearly, it hadn't been built to withstand the weight of one super-sized mammal, let alone three. Finnick and Bogo followed along, both keeping an eye out for anymore nasty surprises.

With luck there was a large loading bay door used for shipments, one big enough for even Nick to use. When fingers and hooves proved too thick to hit the button to raise the door it took some maneuvering for the hulking mammals to grab the lowered door to force it open. As the door rocketed up a smell wafted out, the scent causing a chorus of growls from the bellies of the beasts.

“Oh that's really not good,” Nick groaned as he looked inside the facility. Just beyond the door sat dozens of oil drums, several left open and filled to the brim with jam. Machinery was running further inside, clanking of metal on metal echoing through the facility as a nearby conveyor belt carried empty drums under a nozzle which gushed the preservative, freshly made and fragrant.

“It would appear that Archie wasn't joking when he said we'd find plenty of jam here. This may be more than...we can...er, handle,” the buffalo snorted as he looked at a nearby drum of jam. Surrounded by so much of the delicious ooze it was becoming hard to resist until Finnick elbowed him in the side.

“Snap out of it or we ain't gonna fit on any boat to get outta here. So let's get Mrs. Wilde and le-,” Finnick cut out as the sound of clanging echoed through the facility and an empty barrel went rolling past, followed by a rather strange figure.

Wrapped in a hoodie and faded jeans the lizard snatched at the barrel to stop it, blue scales covering the Komodo dragon, a few tan scales peeking out from under his shirt as he stood up. Looking toward the door he let out a yelp of shock, finally having noticed the trio. “Wh-what're you guys doing here?! Wait, you're...Nick?” The reptile glanced over the group before sighing. “Jeez, didn't think you'd all be here,” he mumbled before gulping as the hulking fox stomped up toward him.

“Gonna tell me where she is?” A deep growl rumbled in his chest before dying out as the Komodo let out a chuckle.

“Sure, yeah! She's over in the main control room, like she's supposed to be.” Setting the empty barrel to the side the lizard started walking away, waving a hand to have them follow.

“Be wary, men. This is suspicious.” Bogo grunted as he began to follow after the lizard.

“Uh, maybe we shouldn't follow him. Could be a trap, right?” Finnick flicked his ears back before swearing under his breath as Nick and Bogo followed after the lizard.

Claws clicking off the floor, the lizard hummed a bit. “Name’s Silemo, and no worries about your mom, Nick. She's a-okay, not a tuft of fur out of place.”

“She'd better be fine or jail is the last thing to be concerned about.” The towering fox clenched his paws.

Silemo cocked his head as he glanced back “What? Jail? Over some pranks? Aw, be a sport! I mean, yeah Archie shouldn't have gotten your mom picked up, but he always goes too far. Besides, nobody’s in danger. We were told to make sure nobody got hurt. Right, boss?” He shot a wink past Nick to the fennec just behind him.

“Silemo, you loudmouth!” Finnick’s ears pinned back flat on his head as he growled before watching as Nick turned around.

“Finnick… what the hell is ‘boss’ supposed to be about?!” Nick’s hackles were up as he glared down at the smaller vulpine.

“Eh…” Finnick reached as far as he could to scratch the back of his head. “Let’s… say that, maybe, possibly… perhaps I… set up this group as a way to, uh… play a little prank.”

“A prank?” Nick roared, swinging his titanic gut and hitting the smaller fennec fox like a freight train. “You call kidnapping my mother a prank?”

“Hey, easy, easy, I- hey!” Finnick stumbled, his own bulk working against him as he fell backwards into a vat of the jam. Reaching out he latched on to Nick, and was just enough weight to tilt the gigantic fox into the vat with him. They landed with a noise somewhere between a thud and a squelch as they both slowly sank into the sweet substance.

“Oh look at this, Dumbo, you trying to drown us?!” Finnick shot back. “I never tried to kidnap your ma, okay? I just… thought I’d get you a little big since you’ve gotten so big for your britches.”

“So you set up all these lunatics?” Nick roared, flailing his heavy limbs to swim through the jam and get a hold of Finnick.

“Hey! Lotsa little guys are tired of the big guys pushing us around, y’know?” Finnick said, accidentally swallowing some of the jam as he tried to stay out of Nick’s reach.

“Officer Wilde! Finnick!” Bogo shouted down from the metal deck over the vat. “Stop bickering, and pull yourselves up!” The buffalo reached down as far as his beefy arm would go.

“Oh, dear…” Silemo muttered. “Archie told me Finnick didn’t want that vat touched…”

As the two struggled to pull themselves up out of the vat, an alarm blared across the oil rig, and there was a crackle over the PA system.

“Ahhh, Officer Wilde, and Finnick…” Archie’s voice carried across the structure. “Looks like you two got yourselves in a… sticky situation. So, why don’t I help you out?” There was a another blaring alarm, then the clunking and rattling of machinery. “I just hope the conveyor belt down there doesn’t get jammed.” Archie cut out from there, laughing maniacally.

“How did he do that?!” Nick demanded. “We just saw him in jail!”

“Hey, Wilde, forget that- we got bigger pro-” Finnick was cut off, as a new wave of jam being dumped into the vat slammed into his mouth.

Nick tried to tread the jam, but slowly felt himself sinking into the goop, as the red substance soon reached the bottom of his third chin. “I never thought it’d end like this…”

“Wilde! Finnick!” Bogo called down. “Just… start eating the stuff to stay afloat while this lizard and I find a way to turn it off!”

“Uh- actually, I…” Silemo spread his hands. “I don’t know how to work any of this stuff. I was just left here to watch over Nick’s mom…” He snapped his fingers. “Oh! Oh! What if I get Nick’s mom?”

Bogo crossed his arms, biceps digging into his bulging pecs. “You do that.”

“Right! I’m off, then!”

The hulking buffalo shook his head and lumbered over to the pipes. There were no discernable controls on the complicated contraption pouring jam into the vat below. Bogo could hear Wilde and Finnick gasping and taking deep gulps of the jam, and could only imagine how much was being stuffed inside them.

After a few minutes of trying to shut the machinery down, Bogo had officially lost his patience. Snorting, he reached for the pipe pouring jam into the vat, gripping it with his two meaty hands. He pumped his bulging chest, muscle surging past his muzzle, arms tensed and rippling as his biceps grinded against the metal, slowly buckling and twisting until the buffalo sealed the pipe shut. Taking a deep sigh of relief, Bogo lumbered over, peering into the vat.

Gasping deeply, Finnick was almost thrown over the edge, rolling over on a bloated belly swollen so large he was almost spherical. “Ugh…” he groaned. “I hate strawberry.”

Then, Nick surfaced. A huge arm, swaddled in fat but still hard as steel just below the surface, slammed on the metal deck. With a heaving grunt, the fox pulled himself up, his muzzle still stained with jam. He was nothing short of monumental by now, his gut preceding him by several feet. That sheer globe of fat was so massive now, it was only his prodigious muscle keeping it hovering off the ground. Just as Finnick staggered to his feet, his over-stuffed body wobbling, Nick gut-checked him again. “I’m not through with you!”

“Hey, hey!” Finnick dug his heels in, barely able to stand his ground against the implacable glacier of fox in front of him. “I’m here trying to fix this! Don’t that get any credit?”

“Not when she’s still on this damn rig, and because of you, I’m bigger than a whale!” Nick shot back.

There was a great, scraping screech that sent the whole rig shuddering. Bogo looked back to the pipe he had twisted up. “Uh-oh…”

“Hey!” Silemo appeared at the top of a catwalk overlooking the deck. “Look, I’ve got Nick’s Mom! Safe and sound!”

“Sweetie? Nicky!” Mrs. Wilde gasped. “They got you again?”

Nick looked up at her, then his ears flattened as he turned his attention back to Finnick. “Oh, great- now you’ve upset her!”

“I didn’t do this!” Finnick shot back. “It was that crazy Archie guy!”


There was another shriek of scraping and groaning metal, and they felt the whole deck tremor under their feet. “Uh…” Silemo looked back at the pipe. “Who- who twisted that up?! The whole thing’s backed up! This place is gonna blow!” Another shudder buckled the catwalk, and Silemo, quickly grabbing on to a tie-line, swung across the deck with Mrs. Wilde in tow, the matronly fox screaming as she was swung across the cavernous hull.

“You doof! I just wanted to play a joke on you!”

“Your big ears are filled with lies!”

“Gentlemen!” Bogo tried pushing his way through, strong-arming past those two monstrous bellies. “The rig is about to blow, and Wilde, your mother is over there!”

Nick gasped, shoving Finnick aside as he rushed to his mother’s side, his own heavy strides shaking the increasingly unstable deck. “Mom!”

The groaning metal finally failed, and there was a huge bang as the pipe finally burst. Looking over his shoulder where Finnick huffed and jogged his way out of danger, and Bogo scooped up Silemo in trying to find an exit, Nick grabbed his mom and held her tight against his vast belly. “Hold on!”

Summoning up his energy, Nick lumbered on his wide, wobbling legs towards an opening, then used all the strength in his limbs to leap off the rig. He went maybe a foot before hurtling towards the water like a lead weight, hitting the waves with all the mass and force of a breaching whale. But, after a tense few seconds as Bogo and Finnick made their way down, Nick surfaced, his mother soaked, but little worse for wear, safe atop her son’s giant, bouyant belly.

“Nicky…” Mrs. Wilde gasped breathlessly. “You- you did a very good job, but as soon as we get to shore, we’re taking you home, and you are going on a diet.”

“Aw, mom…”