![]() The spectacle only added to Nick’s hunger, enabling him to belch or stuff his face before sending them away.įinishing his last box of donuts, Nick folded it up and threw it in a large garbage bag beside him. Criminals brought in for processing would stare at him wide eyed with shock and disgust, the cogs in their brian jamming as they pondered what manner of blubbery beast they were staring at. Squeezing against the front desk as it burbled with junk food, his full mouth muffled his mirthful laughter. In between dispatching orders to officers in the field and eating, he’d playfully rub his gut between the gap of his clothing. Nick leaned back in Clawhauser’s chair, contently sighing as he jutted out his stomach, cradling a bag of cheese flavored corn puffs with a paw. A snake like belt was all that held his pants up above his waist, but even its days were numbered with each inch Nick added to his enormous gut. Even as he wore a hippo sized uniform, much of his white and orange belly was exposed as his shirt rode up. Where once he was half the size of a wolf, he grew wider than even the largest hippo at the station, and just as tall. The result of his overeating grew him fatter than anyone thought a fox was capable of. Where before simply buying his early morning donuts was enough to satisfy him throughout his shift, he now brought with him his own backpack of snacks, ate at the cafeteria, and humbly offered to eat any leftover lunches his fellow officers didn’t finish. ![]() Seldom did he find himself not reaching for something to stuff in his mouth, or salivating at the thought of having one more bag of chips. Sitting in the cheetah’s wide heavy duty chair, he could see how his colleague managed to get so large to begin with.Īfter his last binge with Doe at her donut shop, Nick’s passion for overeating had reached obsessive proportions. A week full of sitting and constant snacking felt like a dream come true. ![]() He filled in for Clawhauser while the cheetah was on leave, unable to haul himself in for work after Nick introduced him to Doe. It was rare not to hear the fox smacking his lips or murmuring with a full mouth over the radio, often requiring him to relay the same orders twice. was fortunately slow today, giving Nick little to do at the front desk but stuff his face on donuts and snacks from the vending machine.
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