Here it is, the long-awaited commission for  genialgroucho for his extremely generous donations throughout the growth drive, earning him top donor status and a final "thank you" from me and Brock. Enjoy, everyone, and thank you to everyone else who supported us through this project!

Art ©  rockytheprocy
Story © c'est moi &  nocturne
Archie ©  genialgroucho

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It was a strange, new era for Zootopia; no one, least of all those that knew him, would ever think that Archie would turn over a new leaf. The criminal madman that had turned one of the city’s biggest heroes into a jiggling, multi-ton mound of jelly was now offering a revolutionary new product to the city, at a price so low he was practically giving it away; Atlas Sugar.

The science behind the strange concoction went over most people’s heads, but then, it was hard to argue with results. The substance was Archie’s latest invention, a genuine miracle product that easily tripled the results from protein powder, with a fraction of the work. Muscle seemed to grow as easily as fur, and if it was so easy to do, who wouldn’t want to bulk up, especially when all their neighbors seemed to be doing it?

Atlas Sugar spread like wildfire, poured into protein shakes, in coffee, baked into sweets, poured on ice cream, milkshakes; some people even began mixing it into dipping sauces for fries and burgers. It didn’t matter what people ate anymore; any weight that was gained turned to hard, bulging muscle. Over the next few months, the concrete sidewalks of Zootopia rumbled and quaked as, slowly, everyone from the largest pachyderm to the smallest mouse exploded with rippling muscles. Zootopia natives dominated the world bodybuilding scene, topped the world’s strongest mammals list, and was all set to host the next Summer Olympics, with a city of bonafide Olympians, ready to show off for everyone. The city was never stronger, and every Zootopian knew exactly who to thank; Archie’s sentence was quickly commuted, and he was free to walk the streets as a respectable citizen once again.

And yet, even with the titans and paragons of strength walking the streets, there was a strange under current running through the city. For one thing, one of the city’s most celebrated strongmen, Chief Bogo, once so ready to pose for a photo and show off, was suddenly withdrawn. The last anyone had seen him, the bulging buffalo had quietly sent out for a custom uniform, and that had been weeks ago.

It should be noted that Nick Wilde and Finnick, probably the last two fat guys in the city, were also missing, and at their size, they were awfully hard to miss. At the same time, Archie discreetly rented out an industrial warehouse, which no one thought of as suspicious; he was, after all, one of the biggest businessmen in the city. In retrospect, however, this was the first sign of things beginning to spiral out of control.

It began in small ways; the people who had been the first to try out Archie’s Atlas Sugar were beginning to falter. They began plateauing in their weightlifting, cutting cardio out of their workouts, and started indulging more in desserts, fast food, and treats. Who could blame them? They had no reason to be concerned about dieting when they looked like gods no matter what they did. But then, they stopped looking like gods, and their mortal limitations smacked them so hard they didn’t want to get up again.

Archie was out about town, observing the slow but noticeable changes. A tiger, with arms like steel girders, rippling with muscle, was struggling with a V-neck shirt that was less than flattering. His chest, already bulging with pectoral muscle, was getting softer, plusher, and plumper. The shirt simply would not slip over a bulging gut, noticeably soft and pliable in his hands.

“What happened…?” he muttered to himself. “I- I just took one cheat day…” The tiger shook his head. “A little more Atlas Sugar and a solid workout, that’ll get me in shape…”

Archie smiled deviously. Then, his ears twitched as he picked up a conversation between two burly guys sitting outside a bakery, their combined weight dwarfing the table they were sharing, which was already piled high with donuts, eclairs, and assorted pastries.

“Look, this is all fiber, right?” a wolf tried to justify the binge he and his friend were about to embark on. He looked less like a bodybuilder, and more like a retired football player with an eating problem; thick, solid limbs were covered in a layer of plush, and his gut was pressing deep against the table.

“Uh-huh…” his friend, a deer that wasn’t quite so far gone, nodded slowly. Despite his arms still being very well-defined, he was sporting a noticeable butterball gut, which was only going to get bigger judging by the bear claw half way into his mouth.

“And all the frosting and creme filling is made with Atlas Sugar, right?”

The deer nodded again, his mouth full of bear claw.

“So, this is all healthy. We’ll be fine, dude- we deserve it after how hard we’ve been hitting the gym,” the wolf explained, digging deep into the pile of pastries to get his favorite creme-filled donuts.

“But…” the deer gulped, grabbing another donut. “We haven’t been to the gym since last week…”

“Yeah, but…” the wolf slurped one donut dry of creme filling. “...Shut up!”

The kangaroo snickered quietly, stifling a maniacal cackle. It was all downhill for Zootopia from here, and Archie was going to watch every single second of it with rapturous glee. He lingered for a time, watching more and more formerly god-like bodybuilders roaming the streets of the city slowly lose their nerve as they sported potbellies and increasingly flabby limbs. There was a chirp in his pocket as an alarm on his phone went off; ah, yes. He had to get back to his boys.

Travelling past Tundratown into Zootopia’s warehouse district, Archie discreetly moved into a building big enough to be an aircraft hangar. The whole city was still looking for Nick, Finnick, and Chief Bogo, but they would soon be too preoccupied with other, more… weighty matters to pay attention to Archie’s comings and goings in his warehouse. There was a distinct, growing hum of machinery, as the kangaroo’s several inventions whirred through their programs. Feeding repositories, extra large harnesses, robotic arms… he had developed it all for his three favorites, now that he had them exactly where he wanted them.

Flicking on a light, he smirked deviously. “Hello, boys.”

Sitting in that large warehouse were the three missing mammals, as Archie’s special attention had driven up the weight on Nick, Finnick, and Bogo to astronomical levels. The trio rested heavily near the middle of the warehouse floor, surrounded by several machines of the kangaroo’s designs. Elephantine would have described them two weeks ago, but now the fruits of their captor’s labor looked more like whales. Fat enveloped their bodies, with lard-swaddled limbs that could have outweighed a ZPD cruiser pinned against sides that were topped with more rolls than a bakery.

Archie had made sure the boys were left facing each other as they grew, a little game to let them see their friends blowing up. The result was their gelatinous bellies meeting at the center, quaking and churning. Every so often they were moved back just to see how long it would be before they met again. Swollen chests occasionally shook as belches rang out, the warehouse filled with the sound of chewing and groaning otherwise. The multiton mammals were often left panting in the mere seconds they had between morsels; eating was tough work when your cheeks outweighed a hippo. It had been quite some time since any of them had moved under their own willpower, as their legs were buried in their own blubber, particularly the spillover of their guts. Even if they could have managed it there was no way they'd bother. Getting up and moving would just take them away from their treats.

The machines around them whirred and clanked, a long, robotic arm lifted a donut the size of a manhole cover up to Finnick. The formerly miniature mammal was flushed when he opened wide and bit into the donut, groaning heavily at the taste. His muzzle was pinched by the adipose of his cheeks, but still he consumed, unable to help himself. The fennec’s tail had been swallowed up by the rolls of lard adorning his back, perched atop a rump that could have smothered several blocks of Little Rodentia.

Finnick had been Archie’s second catch, so to speak. The fennec was still working on his parole as a spokesman/billboard for Gideon’s bakery. It was certainly helpful that the fox had begun buying Atlas Sugar as a cheap substitute for his recipes. Finnick had begun packing a bit of muscle back on when Archie had lured him in with a promise of perhaps cutting down his softer mass with a more heavy-duty, untested Atlas Sugar. The bait was snapped up in a second and Finnick had been willing to try anything Archie offered. At first he seemed suspicious, but the addictive nature of the product had quelled any questions shortly after. Finnick had blown up in no time to match Nick, and to Archie’s surprise it seemed like the fennec was beginning to inch ahead in size.

The thought brought him to Nick, ZPD’s fit fox turned orange pachyderm. Gulping on a hose the vulpine groaned in delight, the tire of lard around his neck wobbling as he drank a thick mixture of cream, butter, and Atlas Sugar. He'd been the first to fall into Archie’s hands. Not that it had taken much, especially when the kangaroo simply slipped the fox several Atlas Sugar laced treats along with the donations ZPD received to feed the fox. That sweet tooth made it all too simple to get the fox loaded up onto a truck and brought to the warehouse, his muzzle stuffed with snacks to keep him distracted. The vast wall of his belly shook and sloshed loudly as the hose pulled from his muzzle, expelling a heavy “BURRRRRRRRRP!” that echoed through the building.

That brought Archie to the only one who had been a problem. Bogo was scarfing down a pizza larger than a monster truck tire, grease dripping from his lips and over his muzzle as he worked on the mass of dough and cheese. The water buffalo had approached Archie a few days after he'd picked up Finnick, the kangaroo already a suspect given his history. The kangaroo knew how to work the chief by now; he turned it into a game, letting Bogo follow him to the warehouse. It would have been risky if not for the fact that the chief of police wasn't already beginning to find his Atlas Sugar faltering, his belly soft and wobbling, a few buttons popped off his uniform. When he'd ‘snuck up’ on Archie entering the warehouse he'd forced the roo to reveal what had been going on. Bogo nearly dropped at the sight of one of his officers and a parolee bloated nearly beyond recognition and clearly only interested in eating more. His cuffs almost snagged Archie until the kangaroo had offered him a donut, slathered in powdered Atlas Sugar. The bovine had struggled to resist, a fight that was close enough to make Archie nervous, until he broke down and stuffed the donut in his mouth. From there the deal was sealed as the buffalo ate himself into a stupor, long enough for Archie to set him in place beside Nick and Finnick.

Snickering to himself Archie climbed atop the mass of bellies before him, a quivering, churning trio of lard bags. “Boys, boys, hope you didn't miss me. Looks like you guys met up again. That's a new record, only took you three hours to come gut to gut.” Lounging back on Nick he used Finnick and Bogo to prop his feet up. “And don't you fellas worry, soon enough you'll have plenty of company around here. If you don't wind up filling the whole place beforehand.” Another fit of laughter struck the marsupial. “Then when Zootopia is buried in its own fat, we’ll show my pride and joys as the pinnacle of mammalian mass. You fellas just keep up the good work! Heck, as a reward, here you go!” Digging out a remote control he twisted a dial, the robotic limbs moving faster, stuffing the blubbery blimps with new vigor. It was almost a struggle to keep up, but the gluttons were up for the challenge, the sugar helping them stay hungry.

Archie flopped himself back, the sounds of sloth and gluttony filling the air was soothing to him. His genius was going to help make the city a paradise. Men waddling and lumbering, while they still could, gorging themselves silly at every turn until they would need his help. Oh yes, it was a dream come true for Archie; and he was willing to try everything to keep it that way.