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Chapter 5
Back in his small apartment, Clawhauser sighed as he stared at the wall in front of his bed. His foot and ankle were in cast and rested atop a pillow to keep it in place while he healed. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the consistent ticking of the clock along with an occasional grumble from his stomach. He ignored both as he replayed the incident of his first day on the job over and over again in his head. Every time he got to the part he slipped on a banana peel and fell, he winced as some pain shot up from his ankle. Clawhauser also felt compelled to facepalm too at just how much of a fool he made himself out to be on top of having nothing to show for it in the end too. But the worst of it all was getting chew out by Bogo at the hospital. His words were still ringing in his ears. It was one lecture after another as he ranted for a few seconds and paused as if he was building up anger for the next rant he had.
“That was by far the most reckless thing I’ve ever seen any officer do!”
“It is this kind of newbie showboating that the ZPD does not need and if that’s all you have to offer us then I’m sure you know where you currently stand.”
“You are suspended for one month, but don’t expect to be doing any field work anytime soon. Not until I see a total attitude change from you.”
“Uh, oh! Y-Your landlady is here to pick you up. If she asks, I was never here.”
“Heheh,” chuckled Clawhauser as he recalled Bogo’s own change in attitude as Mrs. Roody made her way to his room in the hospital before he quickly climbed out the window. “That, at least, made me feel a bit better.”
“Feeling better?” asked Mrs. Roody as she peeked into his room.
“Hi, Mrs. Roody. Not really,” answered Clawhauser as he welcomed her into his room. “I mean, my leg is feeling fine most of the time thanks to the painkillers, but I still feel lousy about how my first day went.”
“Some days can be rough, Benny, but don’t you worry, she assured him gently rubbing his head. “But you tried your hardest and for that I am proud of you.”
“Thanks… I guess,” he told her wondering if she was mistaking him for one of her joeys again.
“I almost have dinner ready,” she told him.
“I’m not feeling very hungry,” he replied, but a loud grumble in his stomach betrayed him.
“That’s alright,” she smiled like she didn’t even notice how hungry he truly was. “But just in case you are later, here is a little gift from me to you.” Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a box of donuts and placed it by his bedside. “Now you get plenty of rest, dear. Before you know it, you’ll be back on your feet.”
“Yeah,” he answered her and gave a little smile. She smiled and gave his forehead a little kiss before hopping out of his room and closed the door. As soon as she did this, he flopped his head back onto his pillow and sighed. “On my feet, but with nowhere to go.”
Sighing, Clawhauser returned to staring at the wall, his stomach growling some more. He truly was starving, but he stubbornly kept ignoring it. Then, as he turned his head, he gazed upon the box of donuts and his mouth started to water. “It’s been so long since I’ve eaten any,” he thought to himself. “No! I gave them up. I should just throw them away to keep from getting tempted.”
Sitting up, he reached for the box and started to hold them over his trash can, but a painful roar from his stomach stopped him. “Ugh, fine,” he groaned. “I’m famished. I’ll eat something. I’ll eat…” Looking down at the box that had a dozen donuts in it, he couldn’t help feeling tempted. Placing the box on his lap, he then put his paws on the lid. “It’s like Pandara’s Box. Only disaster awaits if I open it, but… I feel compelled to do it anyway.”
Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Clawhauser opened the box and flinched, like something truly horrible was about to come flying out of it, but nothing did. Opening his eyes, all he could see inside was two layers of donuts in a three-by-two array. They were all glazed and had white sprinkles on them. The left row had chocolate frosting on top, the middle row had vanilla, and the right row had strawberry. Sniffing the air, he could smell their delicate, fresh-baked goodness. Carefully reaching for the first chocolate one, Clawhauser picked it up and brought it to his maw. Opening up, he could still recall the last time he had a donut and thinking about it, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache.
“Look at him go,” teased a panther cub as he looked down at a young Clawhauser stuffing his face with donuts. “He eats more like a pig than a cheetah.”
“Yeah,” a lion cub agreed. “I thought cheetahs were supposed to be fast and slim, but this one is fat as a hippo!”
Clawhauser did his best to ignore them, cramming donuts into his maw as he curled up in the corner. Tears were running down his eyes that he didn’t want them to see, but they could hear him whimpering.
“Sounds like he’s crying too. What a big, fat, sissy he is.”
“Bet he’ll be an even bigger sissy when he gets older.”
Their taunting didn’t stop and Clawhauser was down to his last donut. Picking it up, and bringing it ot his maw. He stopped when he saw his paws were covered in frosting and glaze. Looking in a mirror, he saw the same thing was true about his muzzle. He also saw that those bullies were right about him. He hardly appeared to be a cheetah. He had the spots, the claws, and the fangs, but he was so round all over. His belly was so big that his stomach it poked out beneath his shirt and his face was incredibly chubby too. It wasn’t even that his parents or anyone else in his family was like this either. It was just him. Angrily, he clenched the donut in his paw and threw it away before waddling as fast as he could away from the bullies. His slow speed only made them laugh more, but he listened to it as he ran and made an oath. “I will never eat another donut again!”
Scarfing down the delicious donut, Clawhauser moaned with bliss, the taste on his tongue was like a long lost friend that he finally got to see again. The sensation of chocolate brought tears to his eyes and the chocolate filling inside made it twice as delicious. Moaning with bliss, Clawhauser grabbed another donut and bit into that one, the vanilla frosting another heavenly delight. Munching it up, he could taste strawberry filling in this one. He savored it for a moment before swallowing and taking another bite, savoring that one as well.
“So wonderful,” he cheered with giddy delight as he finished his second donuts in one more bite and then grabbed the strawberry topped one and stuffed the whole thing into his maw. Biting into it he found this one had a cherry filling that was just as whimsical to his taste buds as the rest. After eating finishing it, he grabbed another donut, then another and another, gobbling them down without pause, no pause at all till not a single one remained.
“So good,” he purred with bliss as he patted his now content belly. “I’ve forgotten how delicious donuts are. All the years I’ve gone without them. All the years that I’ve tried to forget about back then, but now… I remember. I remember it all. How I was teased and tormented, because of how I acted and ate. And now… now I’m doing that again. Stuffing my face like a pig. I vowed to never let those days return… and yet now, I broke that promise to myself. I let myself be so weak. I’m so disgusted with myself.
Starting to tear up and blubber with sorrow, Clawhauser covered his head with his pillow to muffle his sobbing. Internally, he battled with himself, the side of him that just loved eating and donuts against the other side that yearned to be admired and respected. For so long, he thought he had been happy as a big, masculine jock, but now he wasn’t so sure. His mouth watered as the desire for more sugary treats and other fatty, greasy foods felt the strongest they had in years. Possibly even stronger than they’ve ever been, he feared.
“I-I should just sleep this off,” he told himself. “By tomorrow, I’ll forget all about donuts and how wonderfully delicious they are. Then I can focus on healing and getting back into the ZPD bigger and better than ever.” Taking a few deep breaths, Clawhauser managed to calm himself and slowly closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.
“W-Where am I?” wondered Clawhauser as he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. Around him, everything was dark. His only illumination came from a spotlight shining down on him. Clawhauser saw that he was sitting a school desk with a lot of familiar claw marks on it. On the desk, he saw a number 2 pencil beside a math test. Seeing it, Clawhauser chuckled. “Oh, wait, is this…” He stood up from the desk and found himself dressed in nothing but an orange pair of underpants with black pawprints on it. “This is that ‘at my desk in my underwear and unprepared for my math test’ nightmare I had back in grade school. Oh, this always used to freak me out when I was a cub, but I now I just feel silly. Kind of strange, though. I haven’t had this dream for years and… where is the rest of the classroom? Usually, when I have this dream I’m surrounded by my classmates that are somehow oblivious to the fact that I’m in my undies. Weird, but then again, this is a dream so not like I can expect it to make any sense.”
“And now, Benjamin Clawhauser,” a voice spoke to him from above as a couple new spotlights danced around him. “Put your paws together for the idol of Zootopia! Gazelle!!!”
“Oh, my gosh!” he gasped excitedly getting out of his desk. “Oh, my gosh! I’m dreaming of my own Gazelle concert! Best dream ever!!!”
The spotlight landed on the singer and Clawhauser stared in awe at her, but it wasn’t just because it was Gazelle. What really shocked him was that she was obese! “Gazelle? What in Zootopia?!?”
The music to Gazelle’s hit song, “Try Everything” started to play out of nowhere and got Clawhauser tapping a claw on his desk while he continued to ponder why he was dreaming of an obese Gazelle. It only became more unusual as she started singing a variation of her song.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
In my tum, tum tum
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
In my tum, tum, tum
“That isn’t how it’s supposed to sound,” commented Clawhauser, but he despite this change, he was getting drawn into the lyrics like it was a siren’s call. He approached the edge of the stage, his eyes were glued to Gazelle as she danced, her obese body jiggled mesmerically and it was all the more tantalizing as she gazed right back at him.
I’m hungry tonight, I’m gonna get a bite
I’ll just eat till I’m big and fat again
I keep gaining more, till my gut touches the floor
I always have room left to have dessert
Clawhauser hung onto every word that Gazelle sang, despite what she was singing. He got even more into it as she approached him and brought a donut to his maw. Like a pet being given a treat, he opened his maw and bit down on it. Then with his paws, he pushed it into his mouth as he munched it up happily. His tail twisted, making the shape of a heart as he felt the greatest bliss of love he ever felt before.
I don’t just eat, I also put on weight
Someday I will pack on over a ton
Her tiger backup dancers than made their way into sight. Like Gazelle, they were so fat that their normally strongly built bodies were covered in flab. Their guts hung down to their knees and their rears stuck out of their spandex shorts. As they moved their bodies about, rolls of blubber bounced and jiggled on their arms and legs. Their guys swayed to and fro and their multichins slapped against their moobs.
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
A couple more of Gazelle’s backup dancers than appeared. They both pushed in carts stacked with donuts and brought them onto the stage. Gazelle then gestured Clawhauser to come up too. Without hesitating, he climbed up and was led to the donuts. Without even needing to be told what to do, he began grabbing the donuts off the carts and stuffed them into his maw, eating them up ravenously and then grabbed more.
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
After a couple dozen donuts were downed by the hungry cheetah, it was clear how fattening they were. His gut bulged out bigger than it ever had before as did his rear. His normally toned body now had at least a couple layers of pudge on it. Even his face was looking rounder with plumped out cheeks. Despite this being what he always dreaded, he couldn’t help smile. He smiled even more as Gazelle then approached him to rub his gut and hand feed him more donuts as her song continued.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Yum yum eat everything
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Fatter and fatter, Clawhauser continued to gain, his gut and chest swelling out. If he had on a shirt on, it would have burst off of him by this point. The same would be true for pants as they’d be straining to hold back a growing pair of thunder thighs and an ever widening buttocks.
More donuts were devoured, making Clawhauser plump up over his entire body stretched his underwear to their limits till finally the elastic snapped and the fabric tore apart. Clawhauser now stood there, in the buff, his gut hanging down to his knees and a rear too wide for anyone to be able to hug it from one end to another. Gazelle rubbed the bigger and rounder cheeks on his face as she gazed deeply into his eyes that seemed smaller on his fattened head. He blushed, the bliss of this moment beyond anything he had ever fantasized. This all might have been a dream and somewhere he probably still realized that, but it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.
Look how fat I’ve become, I’ve clogged my heart with lard
Belly so big, now too heavy to lift
Just let myself go, become a hungry beast
Then have a huge feast, cause fat is the best
“It certainly is,” murred Clawhauser leaning over to kiss his idol, but two of Gazelle’s tiger backup dancers unexpectedly lifted him up while a third slipped some spandex shorts on him. He blushed in embarrassment for a moment, but as he saw them start to dance, he began to join them in doing so as well, shaking his rear and slapping his belly.
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
“Oh, this brings back so many memories,” sniffled Clawhauser as he danced. “All the eating and dancing to music I did back home. My mom always said I was such an adorable butterball. I was always so happy back then, but when I got picked on for being such a fat sissy… I never thought I’d end up like this again. For the first time in forever… I think I feel… truly happy.”
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
The area beyond the stage then lit up and as far as the eye could see, it was like an endless ocean of donuts. Seeing this, Clawhauser drooled with delight. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore from eating donuts. He didn’t want to. The gluttonous beast that he had locked away for so long was free once more. Roaring like a wild cat, he pounced at his prey and vanished in the sea of pastries, gobbling them up and munching them uninhibited.
I’ll keep on putting on tons of weight
I’ll keep on putting on more every day
Ten tons of weight
Clawhauser soon emerged from the ocean, fatter than ever. He continued to gobble down all the donuts in reach, his body a gargantuan tub of lard that only continued to visibly grow bigger with each donutswallowed. Tons were added onto him like it was nothing and he kept on devouring more and more with no sign of stopping in sight.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Yum Yum eat everything
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Eat everything
“I will,” promised Clawhauser in gluttonous nirvana as his dream began to fade away and he began to awaken. “I will… I wi-” Opening his eyes, Clawhauser found himself back in his room with his pillow over his head. He saw it was soaked with saliva and had a number of tears in it from his fangs and claws. His mouth was also stuffed with cotton. “That was some dream.” Looking at his body, he saw that he was still his fit and trim self and his leg was still in a cast. Sighing, he was disappointed that he hadn’t actually gained any weight. Rubbing his gut, he found that he didn’t like it being so flat and hard anymore. He yearned for soft fat to be packed onto it.
“Benny,” called Mrs. Roody from the other side of his door. “Good morning.”
“Oh, uh, morning,” he called back when he stopped fixating on his body.
“How are you doing today?” she asked as she came into his room to see him. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah, actually,” he smiled. “A ton better.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” she smiled back. “I just wanted to check on you before making breakfast for my little joeys. I’m thinking pancakes today.”
“Uh, do you think you could make me some too?” he asked her.
“Oh,” she said a bit surprised, but happily so. “I’d love too.” She walked over and petted his head. “Coming right up, Benny boy.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Roody,” he told her looking up at her with a cheery look on his face. His belly gave a hungry grumble too.
“And so it begins,” commented Nick. “The widening of the waistline.”
“Heheh, yeah,” giggled Clawhauser. “It was a lot of fun to do.”
“I’m sorry you got picked on when you were young,” Judy told Clawhauser. “Nick and I had our own troubles too.”
“Carrots,” Nick tried to tell her discreetly. “I told that to you in confidence. Please don’t expose my vulnerable underbelly so casually.”
“Oh, come on now,” she teased and patted his belly. “Everyone knows that deep down you’re a big softie, but I bet none of them know that you like to collect-”
“Uh, Clawhauser,” interrupted Nick nervously as he covered Judy’s mouth with his paw. “So, about breakfast…” Looking at Clawhauser, he was busily eating his lunch. He even had an “Out to Lunch” sign on his desk. “Clawhauser?”
“Forget it,” Judy told him. “When he’s on his lunch break he’s in a whole other world. “We might as well get something to eat in the meantime, as well.”
Getting up, they made their way to the ZPD cafeteria. While walking away, they heard Clawhauser humming Gazelle’s song as he ate. “I wonder which version of the song he’s singing,” commented Nick.
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Chapter 5
Back in his small apartment, Clawhauser sighed as he stared at the wall in front of his bed. His foot and ankle were in cast and rested atop a pillow to keep it in place while he healed. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the consistent ticking of the clock along with an occasional grumble from his stomach. He ignored both as he replayed the incident of his first day on the job over and over again in his head. Every time he got to the part he slipped on a banana peel and fell, he winced as some pain shot up from his ankle. Clawhauser also felt compelled to facepalm too at just how much of a fool he made himself out to be on top of having nothing to show for it in the end too. But the worst of it all was getting chew out by Bogo at the hospital. His words were still ringing in his ears. It was one lecture after another as he ranted for a few seconds and paused as if he was building up anger for the next rant he had.
“That was by far the most reckless thing I’ve ever seen any officer do!”
“It is this kind of newbie showboating that the ZPD does not need and if that’s all you have to offer us then I’m sure you know where you currently stand.”
“You are suspended for one month, but don’t expect to be doing any field work anytime soon. Not until I see a total attitude change from you.”
“Uh, oh! Y-Your landlady is here to pick you up. If she asks, I was never here.”
“Heheh,” chuckled Clawhauser as he recalled Bogo’s own change in attitude as Mrs. Roody made her way to his room in the hospital before he quickly climbed out the window. “That, at least, made me feel a bit better.”
“Feeling better?” asked Mrs. Roody as she peeked into his room.
“Hi, Mrs. Roody. Not really,” answered Clawhauser as he welcomed her into his room. “I mean, my leg is feeling fine most of the time thanks to the painkillers, but I still feel lousy about how my first day went.”
“Some days can be rough, Benny, but don’t you worry, she assured him gently rubbing his head. “But you tried your hardest and for that I am proud of you.”
“Thanks… I guess,” he told her wondering if she was mistaking him for one of her joeys again.
“I almost have dinner ready,” she told him.
“I’m not feeling very hungry,” he replied, but a loud grumble in his stomach betrayed him.
“That’s alright,” she smiled like she didn’t even notice how hungry he truly was. “But just in case you are later, here is a little gift from me to you.” Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a box of donuts and placed it by his bedside. “Now you get plenty of rest, dear. Before you know it, you’ll be back on your feet.”
“Yeah,” he answered her and gave a little smile. She smiled and gave his forehead a little kiss before hopping out of his room and closed the door. As soon as she did this, he flopped his head back onto his pillow and sighed. “On my feet, but with nowhere to go.”
Sighing, Clawhauser returned to staring at the wall, his stomach growling some more. He truly was starving, but he stubbornly kept ignoring it. Then, as he turned his head, he gazed upon the box of donuts and his mouth started to water. “It’s been so long since I’ve eaten any,” he thought to himself. “No! I gave them up. I should just throw them away to keep from getting tempted.”
Sitting up, he reached for the box and started to hold them over his trash can, but a painful roar from his stomach stopped him. “Ugh, fine,” he groaned. “I’m famished. I’ll eat something. I’ll eat…” Looking down at the box that had a dozen donuts in it, he couldn’t help feeling tempted. Placing the box on his lap, he then put his paws on the lid. “It’s like Pandara’s Box. Only disaster awaits if I open it, but… I feel compelled to do it anyway.”
Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Clawhauser opened the box and flinched, like something truly horrible was about to come flying out of it, but nothing did. Opening his eyes, all he could see inside was two layers of donuts in a three-by-two array. They were all glazed and had white sprinkles on them. The left row had chocolate frosting on top, the middle row had vanilla, and the right row had strawberry. Sniffing the air, he could smell their delicate, fresh-baked goodness. Carefully reaching for the first chocolate one, Clawhauser picked it up and brought it to his maw. Opening up, he could still recall the last time he had a donut and thinking about it, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache.
“Look at him go,” teased a panther cub as he looked down at a young Clawhauser stuffing his face with donuts. “He eats more like a pig than a cheetah.”
“Yeah,” a lion cub agreed. “I thought cheetahs were supposed to be fast and slim, but this one is fat as a hippo!”
Clawhauser did his best to ignore them, cramming donuts into his maw as he curled up in the corner. Tears were running down his eyes that he didn’t want them to see, but they could hear him whimpering.
“Sounds like he’s crying too. What a big, fat, sissy he is.”
“Bet he’ll be an even bigger sissy when he gets older.”
Their taunting didn’t stop and Clawhauser was down to his last donut. Picking it up, and bringing it ot his maw. He stopped when he saw his paws were covered in frosting and glaze. Looking in a mirror, he saw the same thing was true about his muzzle. He also saw that those bullies were right about him. He hardly appeared to be a cheetah. He had the spots, the claws, and the fangs, but he was so round all over. His belly was so big that his stomach it poked out beneath his shirt and his face was incredibly chubby too. It wasn’t even that his parents or anyone else in his family was like this either. It was just him. Angrily, he clenched the donut in his paw and threw it away before waddling as fast as he could away from the bullies. His slow speed only made them laugh more, but he listened to it as he ran and made an oath. “I will never eat another donut again!”
Scarfing down the delicious donut, Clawhauser moaned with bliss, the taste on his tongue was like a long lost friend that he finally got to see again. The sensation of chocolate brought tears to his eyes and the chocolate filling inside made it twice as delicious. Moaning with bliss, Clawhauser grabbed another donut and bit into that one, the vanilla frosting another heavenly delight. Munching it up, he could taste strawberry filling in this one. He savored it for a moment before swallowing and taking another bite, savoring that one as well.
“So wonderful,” he cheered with giddy delight as he finished his second donuts in one more bite and then grabbed the strawberry topped one and stuffed the whole thing into his maw. Biting into it he found this one had a cherry filling that was just as whimsical to his taste buds as the rest. After eating finishing it, he grabbed another donut, then another and another, gobbling them down without pause, no pause at all till not a single one remained.
“So good,” he purred with bliss as he patted his now content belly. “I’ve forgotten how delicious donuts are. All the years I’ve gone without them. All the years that I’ve tried to forget about back then, but now… I remember. I remember it all. How I was teased and tormented, because of how I acted and ate. And now… now I’m doing that again. Stuffing my face like a pig. I vowed to never let those days return… and yet now, I broke that promise to myself. I let myself be so weak. I’m so disgusted with myself.
Starting to tear up and blubber with sorrow, Clawhauser covered his head with his pillow to muffle his sobbing. Internally, he battled with himself, the side of him that just loved eating and donuts against the other side that yearned to be admired and respected. For so long, he thought he had been happy as a big, masculine jock, but now he wasn’t so sure. His mouth watered as the desire for more sugary treats and other fatty, greasy foods felt the strongest they had in years. Possibly even stronger than they’ve ever been, he feared.
“I-I should just sleep this off,” he told himself. “By tomorrow, I’ll forget all about donuts and how wonderfully delicious they are. Then I can focus on healing and getting back into the ZPD bigger and better than ever.” Taking a few deep breaths, Clawhauser managed to calm himself and slowly closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.
“W-Where am I?” wondered Clawhauser as he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. Around him, everything was dark. His only illumination came from a spotlight shining down on him. Clawhauser saw that he was sitting a school desk with a lot of familiar claw marks on it. On the desk, he saw a number 2 pencil beside a math test. Seeing it, Clawhauser chuckled. “Oh, wait, is this…” He stood up from the desk and found himself dressed in nothing but an orange pair of underpants with black pawprints on it. “This is that ‘at my desk in my underwear and unprepared for my math test’ nightmare I had back in grade school. Oh, this always used to freak me out when I was a cub, but I now I just feel silly. Kind of strange, though. I haven’t had this dream for years and… where is the rest of the classroom? Usually, when I have this dream I’m surrounded by my classmates that are somehow oblivious to the fact that I’m in my undies. Weird, but then again, this is a dream so not like I can expect it to make any sense.”
“And now, Benjamin Clawhauser,” a voice spoke to him from above as a couple new spotlights danced around him. “Put your paws together for the idol of Zootopia! Gazelle!!!”
“Oh, my gosh!” he gasped excitedly getting out of his desk. “Oh, my gosh! I’m dreaming of my own Gazelle concert! Best dream ever!!!”
The spotlight landed on the singer and Clawhauser stared in awe at her, but it wasn’t just because it was Gazelle. What really shocked him was that she was obese! “Gazelle? What in Zootopia?!?”
The music to Gazelle’s hit song, “Try Everything” started to play out of nowhere and got Clawhauser tapping a claw on his desk while he continued to ponder why he was dreaming of an obese Gazelle. It only became more unusual as she started singing a variation of her song.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
In my tum, tum tum
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
In my tum, tum, tum
“That isn’t how it’s supposed to sound,” commented Clawhauser, but he despite this change, he was getting drawn into the lyrics like it was a siren’s call. He approached the edge of the stage, his eyes were glued to Gazelle as she danced, her obese body jiggled mesmerically and it was all the more tantalizing as she gazed right back at him.
I’m hungry tonight, I’m gonna get a bite
I’ll just eat till I’m big and fat again
I keep gaining more, till my gut touches the floor
I always have room left to have dessert
Clawhauser hung onto every word that Gazelle sang, despite what she was singing. He got even more into it as she approached him and brought a donut to his maw. Like a pet being given a treat, he opened his maw and bit down on it. Then with his paws, he pushed it into his mouth as he munched it up happily. His tail twisted, making the shape of a heart as he felt the greatest bliss of love he ever felt before.
I don’t just eat, I also put on weight
Someday I will pack on over a ton
Her tiger backup dancers than made their way into sight. Like Gazelle, they were so fat that their normally strongly built bodies were covered in flab. Their guts hung down to their knees and their rears stuck out of their spandex shorts. As they moved their bodies about, rolls of blubber bounced and jiggled on their arms and legs. Their guys swayed to and fro and their multichins slapped against their moobs.
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
A couple more of Gazelle’s backup dancers than appeared. They both pushed in carts stacked with donuts and brought them onto the stage. Gazelle then gestured Clawhauser to come up too. Without hesitating, he climbed up and was led to the donuts. Without even needing to be told what to do, he began grabbing the donuts off the carts and stuffed them into his maw, eating them up ravenously and then grabbed more.
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
After a couple dozen donuts were downed by the hungry cheetah, it was clear how fattening they were. His gut bulged out bigger than it ever had before as did his rear. His normally toned body now had at least a couple layers of pudge on it. Even his face was looking rounder with plumped out cheeks. Despite this being what he always dreaded, he couldn’t help smile. He smiled even more as Gazelle then approached him to rub his gut and hand feed him more donuts as her song continued.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Yum yum eat everything
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Fatter and fatter, Clawhauser continued to gain, his gut and chest swelling out. If he had on a shirt on, it would have burst off of him by this point. The same would be true for pants as they’d be straining to hold back a growing pair of thunder thighs and an ever widening buttocks.
More donuts were devoured, making Clawhauser plump up over his entire body stretched his underwear to their limits till finally the elastic snapped and the fabric tore apart. Clawhauser now stood there, in the buff, his gut hanging down to his knees and a rear too wide for anyone to be able to hug it from one end to another. Gazelle rubbed the bigger and rounder cheeks on his face as she gazed deeply into his eyes that seemed smaller on his fattened head. He blushed, the bliss of this moment beyond anything he had ever fantasized. This all might have been a dream and somewhere he probably still realized that, but it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.
Look how fat I’ve become, I’ve clogged my heart with lard
Belly so big, now too heavy to lift
Just let myself go, become a hungry beast
Then have a huge feast, cause fat is the best
“It certainly is,” murred Clawhauser leaning over to kiss his idol, but two of Gazelle’s tiger backup dancers unexpectedly lifted him up while a third slipped some spandex shorts on him. He blushed in embarrassment for a moment, but as he saw them start to dance, he began to join them in doing so as well, shaking his rear and slapping his belly.
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
“Oh, this brings back so many memories,” sniffled Clawhauser as he danced. “All the eating and dancing to music I did back home. My mom always said I was such an adorable butterball. I was always so happy back then, but when I got picked on for being such a fat sissy… I never thought I’d end up like this again. For the first time in forever… I think I feel… truly happy.”
I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet
The area beyond the stage then lit up and as far as the eye could see, it was like an endless ocean of donuts. Seeing this, Clawhauser drooled with delight. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore from eating donuts. He didn’t want to. The gluttonous beast that he had locked away for so long was free once more. Roaring like a wild cat, he pounced at his prey and vanished in the sea of pastries, gobbling them up and munching them uninhibited.
I’ll keep on putting on tons of weight
I’ll keep on putting on more every day
Ten tons of weight
Clawhauser soon emerged from the ocean, fatter than ever. He continued to gobble down all the donuts in reach, his body a gargantuan tub of lard that only continued to visibly grow bigger with each donutswallowed. Tons were added onto him like it was nothing and he kept on devouring more and more with no sign of stopping in sight.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Yum Yum eat everything
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Eat everything
“I will,” promised Clawhauser in gluttonous nirvana as his dream began to fade away and he began to awaken. “I will… I wi-” Opening his eyes, Clawhauser found himself back in his room with his pillow over his head. He saw it was soaked with saliva and had a number of tears in it from his fangs and claws. His mouth was also stuffed with cotton. “That was some dream.” Looking at his body, he saw that he was still his fit and trim self and his leg was still in a cast. Sighing, he was disappointed that he hadn’t actually gained any weight. Rubbing his gut, he found that he didn’t like it being so flat and hard anymore. He yearned for soft fat to be packed onto it.
“Benny,” called Mrs. Roody from the other side of his door. “Good morning.”
“Oh, uh, morning,” he called back when he stopped fixating on his body.
“How are you doing today?” she asked as she came into his room to see him. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah, actually,” he smiled. “A ton better.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” she smiled back. “I just wanted to check on you before making breakfast for my little joeys. I’m thinking pancakes today.”
“Uh, do you think you could make me some too?” he asked her.
“Oh,” she said a bit surprised, but happily so. “I’d love too.” She walked over and petted his head. “Coming right up, Benny boy.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Roody,” he told her looking up at her with a cheery look on his face. His belly gave a hungry grumble too.
“And so it begins,” commented Nick. “The widening of the waistline.”
“Heheh, yeah,” giggled Clawhauser. “It was a lot of fun to do.”
“I’m sorry you got picked on when you were young,” Judy told Clawhauser. “Nick and I had our own troubles too.”
“Carrots,” Nick tried to tell her discreetly. “I told that to you in confidence. Please don’t expose my vulnerable underbelly so casually.”
“Oh, come on now,” she teased and patted his belly. “Everyone knows that deep down you’re a big softie, but I bet none of them know that you like to collect-”
“Uh, Clawhauser,” interrupted Nick nervously as he covered Judy’s mouth with his paw. “So, about breakfast…” Looking at Clawhauser, he was busily eating his lunch. He even had an “Out to Lunch” sign on his desk. “Clawhauser?”
“Forget it,” Judy told him. “When he’s on his lunch break he’s in a whole other world. “We might as well get something to eat in the meantime, as well.”
Getting up, they made their way to the ZPD cafeteria. While walking away, they heard Clawhauser humming Gazelle’s song as he ate. “I wonder which version of the song he’s singing,” commented Nick.
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