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This story is a trade between me and 
RotundBear!
Go check out his half of the trade here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57026500/
CW: Fat furs and rapid weight gain
Please enjoy and leave feedback if you want!
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In a vast city of skyscrapers and wide streets, some of the largest people ever known were beginning to stir from their bed and out of their homes. The streets were dotted with people, mostly those getting to work before the sidewalks got *too* overloaded. Around the middle of this city of gluttons and gainers, a restaurant named Barn’s Buffet Palace was about to open for the day. It was a rustic, yet fancy looking place where employees wore tuxedos made of patchwork. The best way to describe what the place looked like was somewhere between a grand dining hall in a mansion and log cabin. “Are we ready?”, a slick badger in a vest and bow tie called out over a walkie-talkie as they went to unlock the front door to the establishment. A variety of affirmations blurted out of the cheap walkie's speakers as the badger slid the latches out of place from the wide doors and opened them as agape as possible. The staff of the buffet was as ready as always, breakfast items were being put out as the doors opened. A small crowd of furs of mostly larger sizes poured in and began asking for tables. It was a rainy Saturday morning, so many furs had their coats soaked from the gloomy weather, regardless, they were hungry and ready to start their day off with a nice breakfast. Waiters stood on standby as folks took their seats.
The simple chorus of people being settled in would soon be cut off as a ruckus started at the front. An enormous figure broke the door frame as it entered the building and proceeded to tower over the badger hostess. He was a pink bear who wore nothing but an eyepatch over his left eye, not that he needed clothing either since he was quite titanic in weight. The badger had seen this looming type of individual before and asked if this was a reservation. “No.” The huge bear grumbled his words. “Hand over all of the pork this place has or I'll make it a crater.” “Oh, we can just sit you down and wheel it all ou-”, the badger tried to reason but was cut off by the pink behemoth yanking him up by the shirt collar. “Get. It. Now. Or I'll…”
The bear paused and looked for a little leverage, his eyes locking with a human leaning around a corner nearby to see what was going on. “...I'll take this fella hostage!” The pink bear yanked the man into his right arm, the sheer bulk of it keeping the human held in place. “Okay! Okay! Just simmer down now, it'll be out soon!” The badger radioed for the kitchen to wheel out all pork they had in the fridge as soon as possible. Little did everyone on the floor knew, the manager was watching and had already called the authorities. Minutes went by and the bear was quickly getting impatient. The kitchen staff finally got the pork out, but when they did, sirens could be heard approaching, and the bear would hear it. He let out a feral roar which scared the people away from the crate in which he picked up with a single paw. The bear crashed back through the entrance to make a quick getaway, not realizing he still had the human in his arm.
He bent downward before jumping stupidly high in the air, leaving behind a small break in the cement parking lot of Barn's. Using the urban environment to his advantage, the bear kept jumping from skyscraper to skyscraper until he was out of the city and in a dense forest. He then took a breather against a rock and fiddled with the things in his paws, and realized he still had the hostage. The ursine raised the human, who was utterly mortified from being so high up in the air for so long, up to his face to look at him. “Oops. Forgot. Heh,” the bear amusedly said, “Guess you're mine now.” “Wha- No- Please…”, the human pleaded. “What? I'm not gonna eat you. But if you get annoying, I might!”, the bear grumbled. He put the human down and stood up, “Follow. I'm not carrying you.” “Fine. What’s your name? I know you’ll definitely be annoyed after I call you fatass for the hundredth time”, the man asked with a slightly patronizing tone. The bear paused and spun around, “BOOM!” The man jumped. “Call me Boom…” Boom then smiled deviously, showing all the teeth lining his maw. The silence was held for a second, enough for the human to shake off the intimidation. “Well, ‘Boom’, call me Pate then…”
They began to walk through the woods. Neither of them spoke, due to one being caught in his own thoughts and the other being ambivalent. The rain from earlier had cleared up and the sun shone through the forest’s roof, blotches of light bathed the patchy flakes of grass scattered in the dirt. Pate was trying to think of some sort of plan to escape the big, pink menace. Boom trudged just ahead, taking occasional bites of porkchop from the crate. Eventually, they came up to a cave, it was situated on top of a hill with a cliff in front of it. Boom whipped around to grab Pate by his arm and yanked him into the darkness of the limestone structure. The interior was rough as was everything that Boom owned. Claw marks were etched into the walls and furniture. Some appliances were there, but they were very wear and tear and the electronics were all hooked up to a generator. The human set down his backpack, which he had on when Boom took him. Boom pushed Pate onto a couch then sat down beside him, making the sagging board on the couch wail in anguish and bow down.
Boom then broke the silence, “Tomorrow, we’re going to take a bunch of strawberries from a farm. I will be a distraction. You will take as much as you can.” “And if I don’t?”, Pate piped up. The pink ursine leaned toward him, looking like a water balloon being rolled on its side, and gave his gut a few pats. “Weighing as much as a garbage truck doesn’t make you anymore intimidating,” Pate was still poking verbally, “doesn’t matter though. I’m always down to feed a bear in need.” Pate then leaned onto Boom, much to the bear’s surprise, and started to also pat the bear’s stomach. Boom wasn’t angered, but he was certainly confused and oddly pleased. “Why?...”, Boom tried to ask. “I didn’t stutter, big man”, the human declared. Boom growled, “*rrrrRRR* Stop that!” “What?! Is being honest illegal in these woods?”, the human fired back and scooted away. “Don’t mess with my fur, still soggy…”, Boom said, somewhat hesitant in saying that. Pate thought he was onto something now, maybe a way of getting out of this situation…or flipping it on its head.
The rest of the day and night was spent awkwardly watching TV or Boom gaming on his computer whilst Pate struggled with boredom on his phone, mainly because the lack of reception was killing him. One of the games Boom played was something Pate had also played, so Boom opened up a wee bit about his enjoyment of it. Had there not been a hostage situation, one could say it was an uneventful time, but that would change quickly when morning came again. Pate was passed out on the sofa until Boom held him up by his shirt collar. “It's time, little man”, the pink giant borderline shouted. Pate groaned, still in his tired stupor. Boom was a bit miffed, so he lowered Pate a little bit then let out a massive roar that shook the walls of the cave; that most certainly got Pate up and scurrying. “You're lucky I didn't deafen you. I need those ears more than you do right now” Boom said with authority. Pate's eyes were as wide as could be and he stood at attention. “What’s the plan Mr. Boss Man Sir?”, he jumbled out. “The farmers should be out gathering their crop at this time, easy pickings. I'll tell you more when we get there. C'mon”, Boom ordered as he made his way out of the cave. “Hold on! Lemme get some better clothes on!”, Pate shouted to the bear as he hurriedly swapped into his usual attire of a hoodie and shorts.
Through the forest and across a clearing, the two walked, until they saw the farm in question. They had an overlook over the whole property. Two workers, a pig and a crocodile, circled around strawberry trees and picked the fruit off. A fair walk away from the workers was a truck with a bed chock-full of strawberries, completely unattended. “There’s an opening for us. Go for the truck, I’ll be too noticeable if I do. I’ll take care of the goons out there”, Boom commanded. Pate slinked his way towards the vehicle without any further word. The bear hopped down into the field with a loud crash, which immediately drew the workers’ attention. The pig stood his ground while the crocodile approached Boom, questioning him why he was on private property. Boom didn’t say anything, instead he swatted the reptile out of the way, knocking the fellow to the ground. The first worker didn’t bother getting back up, more out of fear than anything. The second worker ran back to the truck, got a shovel out of the truck bed, and stanced low to hide in some thicker bushes. The bear knew the pig was still around, but didn’t spot him yet. He swept among the short foliage, but also took a few moments to pick berries off the trees and help himself. The last worker took notice of Boom’s occasional stops and went in to try and hit the bear over the head while he was munching on the berries.
As the pig raised the shovel as high as he could to match Boom’s height before a stealthy Pate launched himself at the pig’s back, toppling him over. “You motherfu-ACK”, the pig yelled at Pate before being nearly strangled by Boom’s grip around his neck. Boom shot a glare at the pig that made their face go ghostly white before then smacking him on the head, knocking him out. “Truck time”, Pate said as he got up. Boom stood there and watched Pate walk away, somewhat dumbfounded. “You didn’t have to do that”, Boom shouted. “Well, I did. Now, are we going or what?” Pate responded. Taking a deep breath, Boom followed Pate to the truck. The keys were still in the ignition, so taking the truck to home base was easy. A feast would be had that night, moreso for the bear. The two didn’t just eat strawberries however, the pink bear had some other goods stored away. Boom didn’t eat every bit of it, saving a good enough sliver to fill the human up for the day. “I can’t have you starving on the job, you’ll stay here until I can’t see my toes anymore. Understand?”, Boom told Pate with a mouthful of strawberry and bread still in his maw. The human saluted at him in a comedic fashion. “Even better, you won’t be able to see your outie anymore when it's all said and done”, Pate declared. “You are…way too supportive of me, you do realize you’re my captive right?” Boom queried. “Yes I do, but I’ve been around folks of your type before and have been in situations worse than this. Lemme just ask you something. Would you call yourself a loner?”, Pate asked back.
“Why in the world would I ever answer that?”, the bear responded with agitation. “Truthfully, I don’t need you to answer, because we both know the answer is no. You seemed like the person to say yes without a second thought and brush off needing people, but refusing to humor me is an equal indication”, Pate explained. “This is personal business, little man. I’d advise you to stop”, Boom ordered through slightly gritted teeth. “Alright, alright, but just one last thing and I’ll shut up. Would you rather fend for yourself out here, letting your bitterness for the world fuel you to take what’s yours; or would you rather thrive whilst being surrounded by those you love and cherish? If there’s any sort of respect left in that head of yours, the least you could do is think about it”, Pate reasoned as best he could. “You. Don’t. Know. Me. Go to sleep. Now”, Boom scolded the man. Pate complied and went to sink himself in the leather confines of the sofa. The pink bear sighed internally and went over to his computer to look online, seeing all his buddies in his direct messages list. It has been a minute since he’s really spoken to anyone, a part of his heart feels bad. “Maybe the tiny dude had a point.” crossed Boom’s mind, maybe he should go visit some of his people, get closer to them somehow. Boom then pulled out a little notepad, the paper had a list of names of businesses, some crossed out. One particular name was highlighted in bright yellow, “Wonderland Treats (Ice Cream)”. He looked over to Pate, then back to his PC. “One last take”, Boom mumbled to himself as he booted up a platformer game to relax for the night.
In the next morning, sunlight crawled its way into the first few feet of the cave, the bright light refracted off of a few rocks into the deeper depths of the limestone. The human stirred from his slumber and looked out of the entrance to see the pleasant green of pine leaves. He could totally escape right now, but he’d have to risk Boom waking up before he got a good distance away. However, the risks didn’t matter, he didn’t want to leave. As far as Pate was concerned, the bear likely needed him in ways more than just filling his gut. Boom was sitting beside Pate, snoring away. The man sat up and went on his phone, but Boom started to move. A pink paw reached over to Pate and wrapped around him before pulling him into Boom’s side, who was making tiny growls in his sleep. Pate didn’t react much, letting it happen. “I swear, bears have the same programming no matter what” Pate thought as he kept scrolling social media. Eventually, Boom came to his senses and saw Pate at his hip. “For the record, I didn’t do this”, Pate jokingly said. Boom chuckled, then stretched. “So, I got to thinking last night. There’s a place that might fill the tank for me quite well. If we manage to steal a good bit, I’ll let you go”, Boom told the human. “Uh huh, what are we going for?”, Pate questioned. “A whole vat of chocolate ice cream. Now, it sounds a bit ballsy, because it is, but I think we can pull it off”, Boom continued, “I’ll take us there after breakfast.” The two compatriots ate leftovers from the night before to start the day. After that, they stepped outside and onto the cliff. “Climb on my shoulders”, Boom commanded. Pate did so and Boom took a running leap before jumping high and far. Everytime the bear landed on the ground, his feet let out an explosion of sorts, propelling him upwards.
A half-hour of jumping later, they come up on a sprawling factory setting. The air was thick with the smells of various sweets, which made Boom’s belly growl fiercely. Boom finally landed on the edge of the forest, a decent spot for overviewing the complex. “Hmmm, got any ideas, little man?”, the ursine asked. Pate observed the storefront of the factory. He saw an attendant enter a door with a keycard. Upon more inspection, the keycard locks were also on some garage doors. “I think I see a way in. Gimme a second”, Pate trailed off as he went into the store. Pate spotted a janitor quickly and walked right by, pickpocketing a keycard when the janitor had his back turned. He pretended to look around at the different selections of sweet treats before high-tailing it out of there. Pate then nodded for Boom to come follow and made his way to one of the garage doors. With a little jingle of the card lock, the door raised up, none of the employees were the wiser. The two made their way through the place, looking at all the equipment. A bunch of vats of chocolate ice cream were found and they went about figuring out how to get one of them movable. Boom decided to brute force one of the vats out by ripping it off the hinges bolted to the floor. The moment damage was done to the vat, sirens rang off and red lights replaced the fluorescent white lighting. A swarm of security personnel came out from every which way. Boom was ready to blow these people away, but he felt a good sting at the back of his neck. A wooziness overcame Boom's consciousness and caused him to pass out on the floor with a thud. Pate looked around frantically at the numerous guards, absolutely unsure of what to do. A similar sting hit his left thigh, they had tranquilizer darts. Pate quickly fell still as well. The guards began to move the duo elsewhere…
Maybe an hour later, Pate woke up in a cage-like structure within a dark room. “What the-”, he exclaimed as he tried to make out any of his surroundings. A loudspeaker came on, “Hello, thief. We have decided to not turn you and your friend in. As a trade-off, however, the bear will have to do some ‘volunteer work’. We usually pay our taste-testers a good wage, because they do A LOT of testing. So you will have the privilege of watching him do his job. Be careful, his weight get a ‘little’ out of hand”, said a rather serious voice over the speaker. “Oh god…”, Pate said to himself, knowing full well what might happen to him. “Have fun!”, the announcer shouted as a trapdoor flew open under the cage. “WHOOOAAA!!” Pate and the cage fell downwards and hung in a huge room. At the center of the room, Boom was tied to a steel chair, an industrial grade hose and strap around his muzzle. He struggled until he noticed Pate twenty-feet above him. The “thieves” shared a look of knowledge before they heard the loud speaker go off again, “Initializing test, standby for new flavor…chocolate-chip cookie dough…gainer edition.” A sudden *wump* noise could be heard and a tan liquid started running down the translucent hose and into Boom’s maw.
The chunky cream made the bear bloat like a balloon. To the bear, it felt like cream was going straight from his maw to the fatty layers in his body. His muffintop lowered to the floor as pudge built in his softened middle. The straps around his arms and legs contorted from the influx of lardy pressure pushing against them, eventually making them shred to bits. Boom's moobs drooped and jiggled like bags full of jello. His butt pressed hard into the chair, bending the metal. Boom felt his chins sink further into the fat of his neck and chest, slowly becoming one with it. Instead of panicking, Boom enjoyed the extreme gains he was receiving, ultimately, he knew how to get out of this mess, he just had to get bigger. Waves of fat jostled his body and it poured over the seat. Every inch of Boom gurgled and groaned in a flurry of digestive noises. The chair gave out after a short while, the sheer weight of Boom flattening it into sheet metal. He surged forth, rolls building on top of rolls in a cascade of soft flab. Mobility was starting to become a fleeting concept as his limbs were slowly being consumed by the meaty forearm/thigh fat.
Pate just sat and watched the bear and brainstormed some sort of solution. After minutes of pink body growing, the two thieves locked eyes once again. Boom gave Pate a thumbs up between the motions of more ice cream being pumped into him. To the human, Boom seemingly had a plan. At this time, the ursine’s height had soared up to twenty feet, if he could still move his arms well, he might be able to reach up and grab the bottom of the cage. However, his arms were decently sunken into the sea of pink flesh, only his hands jutting out. Boom’s legs were absolutely nowhere to be seen. The bear’s prominent outie belly button had blended in with his tummy’s vastness. The edges of his body were now touching the walls of the room. His head would soon follow the trend of being trapped in the rest of him, but something else was noticeable, his maw was very plump to the point where the strap on his maw was at its absolute brink. A few more seconds after this observation, it snapped off, which let Boom spit out the hose. “Okay, Patey. If there’s any time to trust me it’s now. Duck!”, Boom tried to say through his bountiful cheeks. “Duck?”, Pate dumbly repeated. “Yeah! Get down!”, Boom shouted. Pate basically dived to the floor of the cage at this. Boom then closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment. A sudden blinding light erupted from Boom, one that destroyed every wall in the vicinity, concrete shattered and folded at this massive, concussive blast. The sudden bang made Pate’s cage fly up, which caused Pate to hit the ceiling, putting him to bed. Boom looked around much as he could at the carnage of the building and found Pate unconsciously ragdolled in the cage. This was looking to be one of those times where his abilities would need to save his booty…
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Little would be known of the collapse of the Wonderland Treats factory. All that the public knew was that a grand earthquake could be felt up to ten miles away and those who shopped there that day witnessed the storefront fall apart into disarray. No one would know of the culprits, mainly because the company wouldn’t admit that they covered up an actual crime. Only a few would know, and two of them were hidden away in the forest, waiting out the fallout and enjoying their spoils.
Maybe two hours after the explosion, Pate awakened with fresh bandages around his forehead, “huuhh?...” All Pate could see was the color pink and he could feel fur cover him up like a cozy blanket “Ahh. You’re awake. Heheh”, the familiar voice of a certain bear murmured. Pate finally saw Boom’s face, smushed between his own cheeks and chins. Pate then looked around, he was upon Boom’s massive body and he couldn’t see the floor from how high up he was. The outside world was still visible beyond the bear. “How did you even…get back here?” Pate asked the tub of blubber. “My explosive powers work no matter what. Also fun fact, the bigger the burr, the bigger the *boom*”, Boom explained to the little one. The human nods, “...what now?”, he said as he stared out into the wilderness. “I think you should relax and heal, pretty sure you would enjoy a little more time in all of this. As for me, it’ll take me a good while to slim down back to normal. When I do, I’ve got people of my own to go back to”, Boom stated. Pate smiled, “Good.” Boom smiled back, “Somewhere in this mountain of me is one of those vats. You wouldn’t imagine how hard it was to bring it and you back. It’s hard to work these paws.” Pate just stood up, crawled over to Boom’s face, and wrapped his arms around a small bit of his face. Boom couldn’t help but feel great then, so he moved his humongous arms to hold Pate. With enough lifting and grunting, he managed to cover Pate up better with them making big *blorp* noise as he laid them on top of him. “Thanks, Pinky”, Pate commented. “I can get used to that name now, just don’t wear it out”, Boom joked. Pate looked at Boom’s one eye and suggested something, “Say, when we head back to town, I know a couple people I’d want you to meet, after you get done with your own reunion.” Boom responded in kind, “Sure! I’ll keep in touch, little man.” With that, they relaxed the rest of the evening away, in the comfort of their own company.
RotundBear!Go check out his half of the trade here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57026500/
CW: Fat furs and rapid weight gain
Please enjoy and leave feedback if you want!
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In a vast city of skyscrapers and wide streets, some of the largest people ever known were beginning to stir from their bed and out of their homes. The streets were dotted with people, mostly those getting to work before the sidewalks got *too* overloaded. Around the middle of this city of gluttons and gainers, a restaurant named Barn’s Buffet Palace was about to open for the day. It was a rustic, yet fancy looking place where employees wore tuxedos made of patchwork. The best way to describe what the place looked like was somewhere between a grand dining hall in a mansion and log cabin. “Are we ready?”, a slick badger in a vest and bow tie called out over a walkie-talkie as they went to unlock the front door to the establishment. A variety of affirmations blurted out of the cheap walkie's speakers as the badger slid the latches out of place from the wide doors and opened them as agape as possible. The staff of the buffet was as ready as always, breakfast items were being put out as the doors opened. A small crowd of furs of mostly larger sizes poured in and began asking for tables. It was a rainy Saturday morning, so many furs had their coats soaked from the gloomy weather, regardless, they were hungry and ready to start their day off with a nice breakfast. Waiters stood on standby as folks took their seats.
The simple chorus of people being settled in would soon be cut off as a ruckus started at the front. An enormous figure broke the door frame as it entered the building and proceeded to tower over the badger hostess. He was a pink bear who wore nothing but an eyepatch over his left eye, not that he needed clothing either since he was quite titanic in weight. The badger had seen this looming type of individual before and asked if this was a reservation. “No.” The huge bear grumbled his words. “Hand over all of the pork this place has or I'll make it a crater.” “Oh, we can just sit you down and wheel it all ou-”, the badger tried to reason but was cut off by the pink behemoth yanking him up by the shirt collar. “Get. It. Now. Or I'll…”
The bear paused and looked for a little leverage, his eyes locking with a human leaning around a corner nearby to see what was going on. “...I'll take this fella hostage!” The pink bear yanked the man into his right arm, the sheer bulk of it keeping the human held in place. “Okay! Okay! Just simmer down now, it'll be out soon!” The badger radioed for the kitchen to wheel out all pork they had in the fridge as soon as possible. Little did everyone on the floor knew, the manager was watching and had already called the authorities. Minutes went by and the bear was quickly getting impatient. The kitchen staff finally got the pork out, but when they did, sirens could be heard approaching, and the bear would hear it. He let out a feral roar which scared the people away from the crate in which he picked up with a single paw. The bear crashed back through the entrance to make a quick getaway, not realizing he still had the human in his arm.
He bent downward before jumping stupidly high in the air, leaving behind a small break in the cement parking lot of Barn's. Using the urban environment to his advantage, the bear kept jumping from skyscraper to skyscraper until he was out of the city and in a dense forest. He then took a breather against a rock and fiddled with the things in his paws, and realized he still had the hostage. The ursine raised the human, who was utterly mortified from being so high up in the air for so long, up to his face to look at him. “Oops. Forgot. Heh,” the bear amusedly said, “Guess you're mine now.” “Wha- No- Please…”, the human pleaded. “What? I'm not gonna eat you. But if you get annoying, I might!”, the bear grumbled. He put the human down and stood up, “Follow. I'm not carrying you.” “Fine. What’s your name? I know you’ll definitely be annoyed after I call you fatass for the hundredth time”, the man asked with a slightly patronizing tone. The bear paused and spun around, “BOOM!” The man jumped. “Call me Boom…” Boom then smiled deviously, showing all the teeth lining his maw. The silence was held for a second, enough for the human to shake off the intimidation. “Well, ‘Boom’, call me Pate then…”
They began to walk through the woods. Neither of them spoke, due to one being caught in his own thoughts and the other being ambivalent. The rain from earlier had cleared up and the sun shone through the forest’s roof, blotches of light bathed the patchy flakes of grass scattered in the dirt. Pate was trying to think of some sort of plan to escape the big, pink menace. Boom trudged just ahead, taking occasional bites of porkchop from the crate. Eventually, they came up to a cave, it was situated on top of a hill with a cliff in front of it. Boom whipped around to grab Pate by his arm and yanked him into the darkness of the limestone structure. The interior was rough as was everything that Boom owned. Claw marks were etched into the walls and furniture. Some appliances were there, but they were very wear and tear and the electronics were all hooked up to a generator. The human set down his backpack, which he had on when Boom took him. Boom pushed Pate onto a couch then sat down beside him, making the sagging board on the couch wail in anguish and bow down.
Boom then broke the silence, “Tomorrow, we’re going to take a bunch of strawberries from a farm. I will be a distraction. You will take as much as you can.” “And if I don’t?”, Pate piped up. The pink ursine leaned toward him, looking like a water balloon being rolled on its side, and gave his gut a few pats. “Weighing as much as a garbage truck doesn’t make you anymore intimidating,” Pate was still poking verbally, “doesn’t matter though. I’m always down to feed a bear in need.” Pate then leaned onto Boom, much to the bear’s surprise, and started to also pat the bear’s stomach. Boom wasn’t angered, but he was certainly confused and oddly pleased. “Why?...”, Boom tried to ask. “I didn’t stutter, big man”, the human declared. Boom growled, “*rrrrRRR* Stop that!” “What?! Is being honest illegal in these woods?”, the human fired back and scooted away. “Don’t mess with my fur, still soggy…”, Boom said, somewhat hesitant in saying that. Pate thought he was onto something now, maybe a way of getting out of this situation…or flipping it on its head.
The rest of the day and night was spent awkwardly watching TV or Boom gaming on his computer whilst Pate struggled with boredom on his phone, mainly because the lack of reception was killing him. One of the games Boom played was something Pate had also played, so Boom opened up a wee bit about his enjoyment of it. Had there not been a hostage situation, one could say it was an uneventful time, but that would change quickly when morning came again. Pate was passed out on the sofa until Boom held him up by his shirt collar. “It's time, little man”, the pink giant borderline shouted. Pate groaned, still in his tired stupor. Boom was a bit miffed, so he lowered Pate a little bit then let out a massive roar that shook the walls of the cave; that most certainly got Pate up and scurrying. “You're lucky I didn't deafen you. I need those ears more than you do right now” Boom said with authority. Pate's eyes were as wide as could be and he stood at attention. “What’s the plan Mr. Boss Man Sir?”, he jumbled out. “The farmers should be out gathering their crop at this time, easy pickings. I'll tell you more when we get there. C'mon”, Boom ordered as he made his way out of the cave. “Hold on! Lemme get some better clothes on!”, Pate shouted to the bear as he hurriedly swapped into his usual attire of a hoodie and shorts.
Through the forest and across a clearing, the two walked, until they saw the farm in question. They had an overlook over the whole property. Two workers, a pig and a crocodile, circled around strawberry trees and picked the fruit off. A fair walk away from the workers was a truck with a bed chock-full of strawberries, completely unattended. “There’s an opening for us. Go for the truck, I’ll be too noticeable if I do. I’ll take care of the goons out there”, Boom commanded. Pate slinked his way towards the vehicle without any further word. The bear hopped down into the field with a loud crash, which immediately drew the workers’ attention. The pig stood his ground while the crocodile approached Boom, questioning him why he was on private property. Boom didn’t say anything, instead he swatted the reptile out of the way, knocking the fellow to the ground. The first worker didn’t bother getting back up, more out of fear than anything. The second worker ran back to the truck, got a shovel out of the truck bed, and stanced low to hide in some thicker bushes. The bear knew the pig was still around, but didn’t spot him yet. He swept among the short foliage, but also took a few moments to pick berries off the trees and help himself. The last worker took notice of Boom’s occasional stops and went in to try and hit the bear over the head while he was munching on the berries.
As the pig raised the shovel as high as he could to match Boom’s height before a stealthy Pate launched himself at the pig’s back, toppling him over. “You motherfu-ACK”, the pig yelled at Pate before being nearly strangled by Boom’s grip around his neck. Boom shot a glare at the pig that made their face go ghostly white before then smacking him on the head, knocking him out. “Truck time”, Pate said as he got up. Boom stood there and watched Pate walk away, somewhat dumbfounded. “You didn’t have to do that”, Boom shouted. “Well, I did. Now, are we going or what?” Pate responded. Taking a deep breath, Boom followed Pate to the truck. The keys were still in the ignition, so taking the truck to home base was easy. A feast would be had that night, moreso for the bear. The two didn’t just eat strawberries however, the pink bear had some other goods stored away. Boom didn’t eat every bit of it, saving a good enough sliver to fill the human up for the day. “I can’t have you starving on the job, you’ll stay here until I can’t see my toes anymore. Understand?”, Boom told Pate with a mouthful of strawberry and bread still in his maw. The human saluted at him in a comedic fashion. “Even better, you won’t be able to see your outie anymore when it's all said and done”, Pate declared. “You are…way too supportive of me, you do realize you’re my captive right?” Boom queried. “Yes I do, but I’ve been around folks of your type before and have been in situations worse than this. Lemme just ask you something. Would you call yourself a loner?”, Pate asked back.
“Why in the world would I ever answer that?”, the bear responded with agitation. “Truthfully, I don’t need you to answer, because we both know the answer is no. You seemed like the person to say yes without a second thought and brush off needing people, but refusing to humor me is an equal indication”, Pate explained. “This is personal business, little man. I’d advise you to stop”, Boom ordered through slightly gritted teeth. “Alright, alright, but just one last thing and I’ll shut up. Would you rather fend for yourself out here, letting your bitterness for the world fuel you to take what’s yours; or would you rather thrive whilst being surrounded by those you love and cherish? If there’s any sort of respect left in that head of yours, the least you could do is think about it”, Pate reasoned as best he could. “You. Don’t. Know. Me. Go to sleep. Now”, Boom scolded the man. Pate complied and went to sink himself in the leather confines of the sofa. The pink bear sighed internally and went over to his computer to look online, seeing all his buddies in his direct messages list. It has been a minute since he’s really spoken to anyone, a part of his heart feels bad. “Maybe the tiny dude had a point.” crossed Boom’s mind, maybe he should go visit some of his people, get closer to them somehow. Boom then pulled out a little notepad, the paper had a list of names of businesses, some crossed out. One particular name was highlighted in bright yellow, “Wonderland Treats (Ice Cream)”. He looked over to Pate, then back to his PC. “One last take”, Boom mumbled to himself as he booted up a platformer game to relax for the night.
In the next morning, sunlight crawled its way into the first few feet of the cave, the bright light refracted off of a few rocks into the deeper depths of the limestone. The human stirred from his slumber and looked out of the entrance to see the pleasant green of pine leaves. He could totally escape right now, but he’d have to risk Boom waking up before he got a good distance away. However, the risks didn’t matter, he didn’t want to leave. As far as Pate was concerned, the bear likely needed him in ways more than just filling his gut. Boom was sitting beside Pate, snoring away. The man sat up and went on his phone, but Boom started to move. A pink paw reached over to Pate and wrapped around him before pulling him into Boom’s side, who was making tiny growls in his sleep. Pate didn’t react much, letting it happen. “I swear, bears have the same programming no matter what” Pate thought as he kept scrolling social media. Eventually, Boom came to his senses and saw Pate at his hip. “For the record, I didn’t do this”, Pate jokingly said. Boom chuckled, then stretched. “So, I got to thinking last night. There’s a place that might fill the tank for me quite well. If we manage to steal a good bit, I’ll let you go”, Boom told the human. “Uh huh, what are we going for?”, Pate questioned. “A whole vat of chocolate ice cream. Now, it sounds a bit ballsy, because it is, but I think we can pull it off”, Boom continued, “I’ll take us there after breakfast.” The two compatriots ate leftovers from the night before to start the day. After that, they stepped outside and onto the cliff. “Climb on my shoulders”, Boom commanded. Pate did so and Boom took a running leap before jumping high and far. Everytime the bear landed on the ground, his feet let out an explosion of sorts, propelling him upwards.
A half-hour of jumping later, they come up on a sprawling factory setting. The air was thick with the smells of various sweets, which made Boom’s belly growl fiercely. Boom finally landed on the edge of the forest, a decent spot for overviewing the complex. “Hmmm, got any ideas, little man?”, the ursine asked. Pate observed the storefront of the factory. He saw an attendant enter a door with a keycard. Upon more inspection, the keycard locks were also on some garage doors. “I think I see a way in. Gimme a second”, Pate trailed off as he went into the store. Pate spotted a janitor quickly and walked right by, pickpocketing a keycard when the janitor had his back turned. He pretended to look around at the different selections of sweet treats before high-tailing it out of there. Pate then nodded for Boom to come follow and made his way to one of the garage doors. With a little jingle of the card lock, the door raised up, none of the employees were the wiser. The two made their way through the place, looking at all the equipment. A bunch of vats of chocolate ice cream were found and they went about figuring out how to get one of them movable. Boom decided to brute force one of the vats out by ripping it off the hinges bolted to the floor. The moment damage was done to the vat, sirens rang off and red lights replaced the fluorescent white lighting. A swarm of security personnel came out from every which way. Boom was ready to blow these people away, but he felt a good sting at the back of his neck. A wooziness overcame Boom's consciousness and caused him to pass out on the floor with a thud. Pate looked around frantically at the numerous guards, absolutely unsure of what to do. A similar sting hit his left thigh, they had tranquilizer darts. Pate quickly fell still as well. The guards began to move the duo elsewhere…
Maybe an hour later, Pate woke up in a cage-like structure within a dark room. “What the-”, he exclaimed as he tried to make out any of his surroundings. A loudspeaker came on, “Hello, thief. We have decided to not turn you and your friend in. As a trade-off, however, the bear will have to do some ‘volunteer work’. We usually pay our taste-testers a good wage, because they do A LOT of testing. So you will have the privilege of watching him do his job. Be careful, his weight get a ‘little’ out of hand”, said a rather serious voice over the speaker. “Oh god…”, Pate said to himself, knowing full well what might happen to him. “Have fun!”, the announcer shouted as a trapdoor flew open under the cage. “WHOOOAAA!!” Pate and the cage fell downwards and hung in a huge room. At the center of the room, Boom was tied to a steel chair, an industrial grade hose and strap around his muzzle. He struggled until he noticed Pate twenty-feet above him. The “thieves” shared a look of knowledge before they heard the loud speaker go off again, “Initializing test, standby for new flavor…chocolate-chip cookie dough…gainer edition.” A sudden *wump* noise could be heard and a tan liquid started running down the translucent hose and into Boom’s maw.
The chunky cream made the bear bloat like a balloon. To the bear, it felt like cream was going straight from his maw to the fatty layers in his body. His muffintop lowered to the floor as pudge built in his softened middle. The straps around his arms and legs contorted from the influx of lardy pressure pushing against them, eventually making them shred to bits. Boom's moobs drooped and jiggled like bags full of jello. His butt pressed hard into the chair, bending the metal. Boom felt his chins sink further into the fat of his neck and chest, slowly becoming one with it. Instead of panicking, Boom enjoyed the extreme gains he was receiving, ultimately, he knew how to get out of this mess, he just had to get bigger. Waves of fat jostled his body and it poured over the seat. Every inch of Boom gurgled and groaned in a flurry of digestive noises. The chair gave out after a short while, the sheer weight of Boom flattening it into sheet metal. He surged forth, rolls building on top of rolls in a cascade of soft flab. Mobility was starting to become a fleeting concept as his limbs were slowly being consumed by the meaty forearm/thigh fat.
Pate just sat and watched the bear and brainstormed some sort of solution. After minutes of pink body growing, the two thieves locked eyes once again. Boom gave Pate a thumbs up between the motions of more ice cream being pumped into him. To the human, Boom seemingly had a plan. At this time, the ursine’s height had soared up to twenty feet, if he could still move his arms well, he might be able to reach up and grab the bottom of the cage. However, his arms were decently sunken into the sea of pink flesh, only his hands jutting out. Boom’s legs were absolutely nowhere to be seen. The bear’s prominent outie belly button had blended in with his tummy’s vastness. The edges of his body were now touching the walls of the room. His head would soon follow the trend of being trapped in the rest of him, but something else was noticeable, his maw was very plump to the point where the strap on his maw was at its absolute brink. A few more seconds after this observation, it snapped off, which let Boom spit out the hose. “Okay, Patey. If there’s any time to trust me it’s now. Duck!”, Boom tried to say through his bountiful cheeks. “Duck?”, Pate dumbly repeated. “Yeah! Get down!”, Boom shouted. Pate basically dived to the floor of the cage at this. Boom then closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment. A sudden blinding light erupted from Boom, one that destroyed every wall in the vicinity, concrete shattered and folded at this massive, concussive blast. The sudden bang made Pate’s cage fly up, which caused Pate to hit the ceiling, putting him to bed. Boom looked around much as he could at the carnage of the building and found Pate unconsciously ragdolled in the cage. This was looking to be one of those times where his abilities would need to save his booty…
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Little would be known of the collapse of the Wonderland Treats factory. All that the public knew was that a grand earthquake could be felt up to ten miles away and those who shopped there that day witnessed the storefront fall apart into disarray. No one would know of the culprits, mainly because the company wouldn’t admit that they covered up an actual crime. Only a few would know, and two of them were hidden away in the forest, waiting out the fallout and enjoying their spoils.
Maybe two hours after the explosion, Pate awakened with fresh bandages around his forehead, “huuhh?...” All Pate could see was the color pink and he could feel fur cover him up like a cozy blanket “Ahh. You’re awake. Heheh”, the familiar voice of a certain bear murmured. Pate finally saw Boom’s face, smushed between his own cheeks and chins. Pate then looked around, he was upon Boom’s massive body and he couldn’t see the floor from how high up he was. The outside world was still visible beyond the bear. “How did you even…get back here?” Pate asked the tub of blubber. “My explosive powers work no matter what. Also fun fact, the bigger the burr, the bigger the *boom*”, Boom explained to the little one. The human nods, “...what now?”, he said as he stared out into the wilderness. “I think you should relax and heal, pretty sure you would enjoy a little more time in all of this. As for me, it’ll take me a good while to slim down back to normal. When I do, I’ve got people of my own to go back to”, Boom stated. Pate smiled, “Good.” Boom smiled back, “Somewhere in this mountain of me is one of those vats. You wouldn’t imagine how hard it was to bring it and you back. It’s hard to work these paws.” Pate just stood up, crawled over to Boom’s face, and wrapped his arms around a small bit of his face. Boom couldn’t help but feel great then, so he moved his humongous arms to hold Pate. With enough lifting and grunting, he managed to cover Pate up better with them making big *blorp* noise as he laid them on top of him. “Thanks, Pinky”, Pate commented. “I can get used to that name now, just don’t wear it out”, Boom joked. Pate looked at Boom’s one eye and suggested something, “Say, when we head back to town, I know a couple people I’d want you to meet, after you get done with your own reunion.” Boom responded in kind, “Sure! I’ll keep in touch, little man.” With that, they relaxed the rest of the evening away, in the comfort of their own company.
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