This is a very short trade for  LoopedPuddle240

Here is their part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62343768/

Rocket and Nick settle their beef at one of the most expensive buffets in Zooptopia.
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The Crown Buffet is one of the most highly sophisticated places in the large city of Zootopia since the wealthiest of people eat here with all sorts of meals that can feed an entire skyscraper full of anthros. It’s been getting fame after one of the biggest celebrities had eaten there as it’s been over the news ever since. Of course, this one day may change the course as two short-stacked anthros walked through the front entrance, with one kicking the door. It catches the attention of the patrons who heard the door slam open, some dropping their utensils in fear. “Alright, Nick! Let’s settle this, here!” A brown-furred raccoon said, wearing an orange and black jumpsuit. He turns his head towards Nick, an orange-furred fox who only wears a green Hawaiian buttoned-up t-shirt with a blue striped tie.

The fox smirks as he and the raccoon walk up to the front desk. “Fine, but you’ll regret it, Rocket.” Nick warns as he looks at the reception. “A table for two please.” He states to the worker before he leads the two to their table in the middle of the room. Rocket and Nick sit down at their table, both giving each other soft glares, or at least Rocket with Nick just being amused by his frustrations towards him. “You really think you’re bigger than me, shorty? Just because I’m a foot taller than you doesn’t mean you’re the biggest.”

“Not when I get my hands on the food then we’ll see!” Rocket argues. He snaps his fingers. “Waiter! Give me everything you got!” He shouts like an angry king demanding orders around. The waiters just stand in silence, unsure if they should take the short and skinny raccoon seriously. “Are you deaf!? Get me food!”

That’s when the manager who heard the commotion comes out of his office to deal with the crazy customer. The fat walrus walks up to the two, peeved at Rocket’s tone. “Hey, you can’t come in here and tell people what to do! That’s my job!” He shouts back. Though rather to intensify the situation, Rocket pulls out what looked like a credit card of his, handing it to the manager. He grabs it with his hand and examines it. “What’s this?” He asks, lowering his voice.

“My card. Swipe it and weep. Now as I said before, give us all of your food. Better yet, I can pay you to kick all of these losers out, close the buffet, and then you can give us everything you go.” Rocket says, leaning back in his chair as he waits for the manager to do as he says.

The walrus goes into the back of the employee’s section to use the card, maybe to see if it’s authenticated. Nick leans forward into the table and whispers, “Does he know that card is stol-”

“They’re stupid. Best to keep it on the low.” Rocket explains. He might have stolen a credit card or two from some rich anthros not too long ago as they were walking in the city. He’s been a good pickpocketer, not as good as Nick though as he’s done better.

Soon the manager comes back and hands him his card. “I apologize about that sir, we’ll get these people out of here and get you anything.” The manager says as he and the workers begin to clear out the patrons who were both confused and angry at the situation. Some had to leave without getting their food to go. Once the place is emptied out except for Rocket and Nick, the waiters go around the serving lines with trays and plates, grabbing everything that they can get.

It wasn’t until later on as all the waiters gave them carts loaded with food on top. Once they roll it closer to them, Rocket and Nick waste no time, greedily grabbing from the piles and stuffing them in their mouths. The waiters back off as they watch the two scuff themselves on the food. They left no manners, filling up their cheeks with food before swallowing down chunks of food from burgers, fries, pizza, hot dogs, and many more. The more they eat though, the more it shows their abdomens.

Their bellies swell and round out underneath their clothing. With Rocket’s suit bulging and the buttons on Nick’s t-shirt pushing out, it’s easy to say that their clothes may not be able to make it as they go on. “Mmmfh! I’m gonna beat you!” Rocket says with a mouthful of food.

Nick just chuckles silently. “As if.” He says with his mouth full of food too. It’s not clear whose belly is the biggest due to their clothes hiding them. They still keep on eating with their bellies getting bloated by the seconds.

About twenty minutes in, they’re eating slows down with their stomachs getting harder to expand with their clothes still intact. The two of them moan painfully, feeling like they are going to burst soon. “Ohh…my gut….” Rocket grunts as he stops eating and puts his hands on his overstuffed belly. “I think I ate too much…” Without wanting his suit to break, he unzips the front just before his belly spills out without any problems.

It can’t be said for Nick’s shirt as two of his buttons pop off and fly onto the table, leaving his own furry and stuffed belly to spill on his lap. “Same here….” Nick groans along, placing his paws on top of his stomach. Neither of them had finished their trays as there are still a lot more to go for the two of them. Both of them did notice that neither’s bellies were bigger than the other. “So….want to call it a tie.” Nick weakly laughs, unsure if he won the contest or not.

“Yeah….I guess.” Rocket is fairly disappointed by the fact he couldn’t beat Nick. But there will be another time.


As they tend to their guts, the manager walks by to see his rich customers. “I assume you want these to go?” He asks as he can tell they aren’t going to finish the rest by tonight.

Rocket waves his hand at the guy, shooing him away. “Yeah, give me a hundred boxes. I want it all to go.” He won’t let all of this food go to waste as he did pay for it all. “I’ll eat when I digest what I got.” He pats his stomach as it feels both tight and bouncy like he ate a rubbery ball. “Oh and do the honors of putting my food in those boxes, I’m too lazy to do them myself. You’ll all get a ten percent tip.” So the manager and his employees go into the kitchen to grab the to-go boxes and help put all of the food inside.

Nick is impressed by the fact Rocket can just tell people what to do. “I think we should get going, Rocket. We got a lot of food to eat.” He gets up from his seat, bending his back slightly to cradle his swollen gut. Rocket gets up as well, leaving the front of his suit unzipped and gives his belly another pat.

“You can say that again, I’m sure it won’t be long bef-” He couldn’t finish his sentence as someone kicked down the doors forcefully as a large grizzly bear, livid to the boiling point, barged in.

“I want to know why five thousand dollars has been charged to my credit card here!” The bear demands, looking around before he spots the manager. He charges up, growling in anger as he looms over the nervous-looking walrus. “You! Who did this!?”

“I-I-I don’t know! I’m sorry but I have two rich customers who-” As he tries to explain his task, everyone, including the bear, realized that Nick and Rocket weren’t here anymore. They didn’t vanish in thin air but did see two bushy tails running out of the buffet in a hurry. So it didn’t take long for the manager to realize what had happened. “Oh those….” He grits through his teeth, knowing full well that the raccoon wasn’t as wealthy as he had said. “I should have known!” The place will be swarming with newspapers about the disaster that took place here, along with two wanted posters of a greedy fox and raccoon who may or may not strike again if they happen to get hungry.