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Officer Benjamin Clawhauser dipped his thick, pudge-swollen paw into the box of doughnuts. Or, the box of doughnut, to be more accurate. He had already polished off the other 11.

The corpulent cheetah manned Zootopia PD's front desk. He sat behind a gleaming oak desk and looked out over marble flooring under bright, white lights. Officers and civilians alike filtered in and out throughout the day.

His pudgy hindpaws rested on the floor. His very large pants hung loose over his chunky calves, but they pulled tight on his vast thighs. Much of the cheetah's weight went to his hips, which bit into the sides of his chair. Two doughy ass cheeks poured out behind his chair, under his long tail. His thighs and behind spread thick and plush under him like a luxurious cushion.

Just because he had a big butt, though, didn't mean that his stomach was any less remarkable. A comfy, pillowy roll laid across his lap. His tummy heaped up on top of that, slouching out in a mountain of pudge. Two puffy moobs rested along his chest. One thick arm laid along the slope of his waist, while his other reached to the box of doughnuts. Ben's upper body poured wide around him.

Over his neck-swallowing chin and between his bulbous cheeks, the heavyset cheetah frowned. He was happy to fulfill his duty and help anyone who needed it. When it came to fulfilling his stomach, though, he felt guilt. He held up the Boston creme doughnut and stared at it, trying to decide if he should eat it or not.

Out of nowhere, Judy hopped up and planted her rear on the desk. "You doin' okay there, buddy?" Her sudden appearance caught Ben off guard.

Ben stammered in embarrassment. "Huh? Well--yeah!" He was red-handed, with the doughnut in his paw. There was no hiding it.

The rabbit lowered her brow and stared at him knowingly.

He squirmed under her gaze. "Okay. It's just--Chief Bogo is so nice, and he always brings in a box of doughnuts to share. And they make me so happy! But then I eat them all. Ohh, everyone must hate me for hogging all the doughnuts."

Judy grinned. "I have a secret to tell you."

"Huh?"

"Bogo,... he doesn't buy them to share. I mean, I know he acts like it. But he doesn't put them in the break room. He leaves them out here, right by you. And you know that mean look in his face? Every time he sees you, that mean look goes away."

Ben slapped his pudgy paws on his flabby cheeks. "Oh my stars. You don't think--?" He wanted to believe Judy's picture of Bogo, but something held him back.

Judy's head flicked to the side and back. "Shh! Here he comes!"

Bogo's hindhooves clomped out of his office. His calves flared thick with musculature, and his rippling quads gave him fierce thighs. His muscles pulled his pants so tight that his flaccid package pushed a meaty lump into the crotch of his pants. His shirt clung to his hard abs, projecting pecs, and vast shoulders. His tree trunk neck, covered in black fur, led up to a snout with a serious frown and big nostrils. His horns shone. The room fell silent around the tall, steely man.

Judy took out a pad of paper and looked busy.

Ben tried not to stare at the cape buffalo, drawn as he was by Bogo's hunky aura.

Bogo's eyes caught Ben's. "Officer Clawhauser."

Ben was too gobsmacked to reply. He shoved the doughnut into his mouth, whole. He couldn't fathom a response, but at least he knew what to do with a doughnut.

For an instant, Bogo smiled. It wasn't a mean smile, but instead, a wistful, admiring one. Then, he redirected his gaze, and a red hue filled his otherwise black cheeks. He quick-walked across the room, waving his firm shoulders and flexing his plump rump. His manly march devolved to a wimpy escape. He quickly entered the bathroom.

Once Bogo left, Judy punched Ben's blubbery shoulder. "He's got the hots for you, alright. He's just too stuffy to do anything about it."

Ben swallowed his last doughnut. He was too excited to think. "Then--then what do I do?!"

Judy leaned back. "He's a man's man. I bet he watches soccer. The Reds have a game this weekend. You could invite him over to watch it."

Nick's voice chirped up from the other side of the desk. "Yeah! Get a few beers in him and see if he gets frisky."

Judy looked down at him. "Nick!! Don't be so crass."

Ben giggled, wobbling his moobs. He pictured a buzzed, horny Bogo leaning over him. "I don't know. That sounds good to me."

Bogo exited the bathroom.

Ben jolted. He painted as serious a face as he could muster.

Judy snapped back to her notepad.

Bogo walked near the front desk wordlessly. His gait was excruciatingly slow, especially when he had such magnificent thighs.

Ben looked down at his hands to avoid gawking at the buff buffalo.

Judy kicked Ben's arm, nudging him to action.

Ben looked up and cleared his throat. Still, his voice cracked as he called out. "CHIE-ief!"

Bogo's ears perked up. He looked aside to Ben. "Yes?" He looked as sober as could be, with no sign of romantic interest.

Ben laughed nervously and wiggled his fingers in a wave. "Hi! Um! You, um, gonna catch the Reds game this weekend?"

Bogo raised a brow. "Yes."

Ben couldn't hold back his elation. He clapped. "What a coincidence! So was I! Would you, maybe, want to watch it together? At my place?"

Bogo's nostrils widened, and he looked away. "Oh, um, yes. That sounds delight--that sounds good. What time should I arrive?" His stern armor crumbled.

Ben hadn't thought that far ahead. "What time, what time..."

Judy quickly jotted in her notepad and flashed it to Ben. It read, "12:30."

Ben blurted, "12:30!!"

Bogo's gaze wandered around, looking everywhere but at Ben. "Very good. I will see you at 12:30 on Saturday."

* * * * *

On Saturday at 12:29, Ben flew around his apartment.

In his living room, sunlight brightened the purple carpet and teal walls. The TV played two hosts chattering about soccer. Its bright light reflected off of the glass coffee table and leather couch. Everything was finally wiped down and cleaned.

Ben scooted from the living room into his kitchen, wagging his rotund rump in his wake. His buns popped out below his gym shorts, and his underbelly flopped out of the bottom of his t-shirt. In one forepaw, he carried a used paper towel, and in his other, he carried a can of furniture spray.

He tossed the paper towel in the trash and put the spray under the kitchen sink. Then, he turned to the oven and opened it. A blast of heat greeted him, along with the scent of paprika and garlic. The cauliflower wings were done baking. He snatched an oven mit, withdrew the pan, and slapped it on the stove top with a clatter.

The doorbell rang.

A cold sweat broke out on Ben. "CoOmMiInNg!!" He tilted the pan over a large mixing bowl full of his own buffalo sauce recipe. Cayenne and vinegar swam with loads of melted butter. The cauliflower plopped into the sauce with thick splashes. After a quick paw washing, he tossed the cauliflower, lathering them.

The oven timer read 12:32.

Ben clenched his teeth. "Oh, geez..." He licked sauce from his fingers. Not too much cayenne, not too much vinegar, and plenty of butter. He rinsed his forepaws, reached in the fridge, grabbed a case of Gnatty Ice in one hand, cradled the bowl of cauliflower wings in the other arm, and zipped into the living room. Bottles jingled and wings shook as Ben's own fluffy girth bounced. He quickly set the case and bowl down on the coffee table, then finally raced to the door. He gripped its knob and ripped it open. "Hi!!" His chest wanted to burst from his emotional and physical exertion.

On the other side stood Bogo. The buffalo wore a loose jersey, showing his firm pecs, protruding shoulders, and thick biceps. His shorts hung loose around his broad, muscular thighs. "Hello, Officer Clawhauser." He looked tastier than the wings.

Ben put his palm on his hip. "You're here as a buddy, remember? Please, call me Ben!" Then, he realized, he didn't know how to greet Bogo back. "And, um, this is awkward..."

Bogo blinked. "Yes?"

Ben flinched. "Do you have a first name? Other than Bogo?"

"No, erm, Ben. Bogo is my name."

Ben relaxed. "Oh. Phew! Okay, I thought I had forgotten it or something." He giggled. "Anyway, game's about to start! Or... already started, maybe? Come on in! We've got beer and wings!"

Bogo nodded. "Beer sounds delightful." He kept a stern expression, although his wide eyes displayed a nervousness. He walked into the apartment.

At least Ben wasn't alone in having jitters. "Alrighty then!" He shut the door, then he looked back to Bogo.

The rippling buffalo had two thick, strong glutes, and they swayed from his backside as he walked to the couch. His short, thin tail swung over his butt tantalizingly. He sat, easing his firm heft into the sofa and creaking its leather. He looked to Ben. "Come take a seat on m--with me."

Ben realized he'd been staring. "Uhh, right!" He skittered to the couch, bopping his jiggly belly along the way. Playfully, he hopped back into the couch, walloping the leather with his wide, doughy butt. He pounded the couch like a meteor, and his gut and moobs bopped from the force. Then, he leaned forward. His backside jutted out behind him over the couch cushion, and his underbelly scrunched down between his cushy thighs. He reached into the case and took out a chilly can of beer. He looked aside to Bogo as he passed it off. "Here you go!"

Bogo's eyes pointed low, as if he was looking right at Ben's ass. He raised his eyes to meet the cheetah's and stammered. "Ah--thanks!" He took the beer can in his cleft forehoof and popped its top with a wet hiss. After a sip, he leaned back and relaxed his arm along the top of the couch, showing his bulging bicep.

Ben snatched a pawful of cauliflower and popped the messy, saucy morsels into his mouth. They flared with just the right amount of peppery spice, along with biting vinegar and smooth butter. Munching, his teeth shred easily through tender cauliflower.

On the television, people kicked a ball back and forth.

Delicious cauliflower beckoned Ben. He dipped another forepaw into the bowl, claimed an overflowing pawful, and stuffed his maw. The spicy snack excited his nose and satisfied his tongue. Eager for more, he swallowed and gobbled down another mouthful. They were delicious, but he remembered he had a guest over. He looked to Bogo. "Oh, um, do you want any?" His lips smacked with sauce, and it soaked his hand.

Bogo wasn't watching the TV; he was watching Ben. In response to Ben's question, his contented eyes opened fully. "Oh! Yes." He reached into the bowl and took out a single piece of cauliflower. Politely, he ate it. "I like it!" He looked to the television.

Ben watched him just to see if Bogo would keep his attention on the TV.

Bogo's eyes darted Ben's way. When their eyes met, though, Bogo looked back at the TV.

Ben reflected on Bogo's behavior. The buffalo had brought him doughnuts. Maybe Bogo wasn't just being nice or flirtatious with those doughnuts. It could be that Bogo actually liked Ben eating.

In need of some courage, Ben grabbed a beer and chugged half of it. Bubbly, watery beer poured down his gullet and cleared his mouth of viscous buffalo sauce. Then, he gathered two pawfuls of cauliflower. He slurped one pawful into his mouth, and then the other, stretching his cheeks to capacity. His jaws mashed through the cauliflower, and in moments, he sent the tender pieces into his stomach.

That left his mouth sticky. To wash it down, he threw back the rest of the beer in a few quick chugs. He leaned forward to set the empty can on the table, and his scrunching posture popped out a gaseous belch, "BhRAWRP!!" He raised a dripping paw to his mouth and giggled. "Oh, excuse me!" He checked on Bogo.

The buffalo's nostrils tensed wide, and a vein popped in his forehead.

Confidence flared in Ben's chest. He had a captive audience. Now, he needed to put on a worthwhile show. He plucked one piece of cauliflower from the bowl. He put its bulbous floret to his lips and licked sauce from its tip. Then, with two fingers holding the stem of the cauliflower, he put its floret into his mouth. He sucked it clean before pulling it out with a wet pop. He chucked it in.

With another piece of cauliflower, he put his tongue to the far end of its stem. Then, he licked up along the stem. His tongue followed the contour of the floret. With one finger, he pushed the full piece into his mouth.

Bogo's breath intensified. Those big nostrils sure could huff a lot of air.

Ben took the bowl in both forepaws. He lowered his voice to a rich, sultry tone. "Do you mind if I finish these off?"

Bogo licked his lips. "No. Go ahead." He looked hungry, but not for food.

Ben put the tip of the bowl to his lower lip. Then, he tilted it upward. Cauliflower tumbled towards him, while thick sauce slowly drained his way. With an open mouth, he chugged cauliflower and sauce together. His maw filled up with food, and he gulped. His mouth filled again, and he gulped again.

With his lip supporting the bowl, he looked aside to Bogo.

The buffalo watched with a slack jaw.

Ben swallowed again, and once more, and then, the bowl was empty. He set it down on the table. Casually, he reached down to the bare tummy that poked out from his shirt and scratched deep into its fluffy fat.

A jutting rod tented Bogo's pants. He crossed his leg in an effort to hide it. His erection was too big to obscure, though. The move just left him with a straight, prodding cock between his crossed legs.

Ben gripped his belly. "Do you like what you see?"

Bogo wheezed. "What do you mean by that?"

Ben hefted his gut, then let it go, letting it slap down in his lap. "You just seem awfully happy." His vision lowered to Bogo's thick cock.

Bogo's voice rose in volume and lowered in pitch. "If you're trying to insinuate something, just come out with it."

Ben put his forepaws on the sofa, bending towards Bogo. His belly roll squashed across the cushion. "Just kiss me already, you big lummox."

Bogo shot up from the couch and stood. His penis looked ready to shred his shorts. "I'll do no such thing! I can't believe--you and me?! You're more chub than cheetah! Look at your, at your pudgy chest, the way your stomach billows out, and the way your ass engulfs the couch cushion!" His cock twitched as he ranted. His stinging words and throbbing penis made Bogo's sudden mood swing all the more confusing.

Tears gathered under Ben's eyes. "But... but the doughnuts..." He had fooled himself. Worse, he'd made an idiot of himself in front of Bogo.

Bogo clasped his forehooves over his erection. "Yes, you ate them all! Every day! I can't believe your disgusting appetite!" His cutting vitriol removed any confusion Ben still had.

Ben's tears burst, and he stood up. "Get out! Get out get out get out!!"

Bogo rolled his eyes. "My pleasure." He walked to the door, hooves over his erection the whole way. With one forehoof still at his crotch, his other forehoof opened the door. He walked out and slammed the door shut.

* * * * *

After that day, Chief Bogo no longer left doughnuts on the ZPD's front desk. No, he brought them right to his office. Each morning, he would conduct that day's meeting with the ZPD's patrol officers. Once they left, he would return to his office to crunch through paperwork and munch through doughnuts.

In the coming months, he learned his taste for breakfast pastries. Chocolate doughnuts were tasty, of course, but glazed doughnuts were nice once in a while. Heck, even a plain doughnut here or there hit the spot. And he could get decadent doughnuts, too, like jelly-filled, cream-filled, or marshmallow-filled. But then, doughnuts weren't the only item, either. Doughnut-esque crullers served as a gateway to bear claws, cinnamon rolls, danishes, tarts, and coffee cakes. The more he ate, the more his appetite grew, allowing him to experiment with different loadouts. A dozen chocolate doughnuts could be nice, but they could also be overkill. Six chocolate doughnuts alongside six cinnamon rolls, though, let him bounce back and forth between the two, constantly changing the taste. When he ordered one dozen unique and distinct pastries, he consumed every last one without realizing. Because each item tasted different from the last, he never got the sense he was eating much at all. That day, a sweet slurry of pudgening pastries stretched his stomach.

Bogo was a brick shithouse, with broad shoulders, bulging pecs, and rippling abs. But those calories had to go somewhere. As he consumed more and more fat-laden, calorie-rich pastries, pudge layered atop his stomach, covering over his six pack. Flesh rounded his chest, turning his pecs into bouncy balls of blubber. His butt had been plump with musculature, and his newfound eating habits plumped it further with soft, doughy lard. The chief regularly had to update his wardrobe. His thighs chafed with fat-folding waddles, his gut bobbed like a sack of gelatin, and his breasts rippled in two projecting moobs.

At the conclusion of one morning meeting, he stood before a room full of patrol officers. Meaty cankles bulged over his hindhooves, poking out from under his tight pants. Those pants clung fast to his calves, each of which puffed in two enormous rolls. His thighs stacked atop them, as thick as they were tall. Their sides waved with fatty dimples, while their insides collided with each other. The chief's glutes had swollen, too, and they projected sharp globes into the seat of his pants.

Like a boulder, his gut poured into his pants and swaddled over the top half of his thighs. His belly projected far ahead of him, lending Chief Bogo a commanding presence. It also slouched wide in a ferocious muffin top that stressed his dress shirt. His gut's strain on his buttons exemplified the power and determination still commanded by the feared chief. In fact, now that his waist had grown four times over in width, his stature carried even more weight. His pecs, as strong as ever, now carried big bowls of blubber. They didn't slouch short of his stomach, like some moobs did. No, Bogo's breasts plumped powerfully against his shirt, bulging as fiercely as his gut. Their lardy cleavage plumped up into his neckline. Wobbly, flabby arms gushed out of his short sleeves and spread over the scaffolded creases of his waist.

As he spoke, his chins and cheeks flapped. He looked at his patrol officers over broad, round cheeks. "Alright, you all have your assignments. Hop to it."

His officers--some moose, some horse, some elephant, and one bunny--rose from their desks and marched out. The last of them to leave was an earnest, though troublesome, fox.

Once everyone departed, he turned left, towards his adjacent office. He scraped one thigh past another, sliding two slabs of foot-thick fat past each other. His back leg bulldozed his rotund ass cheek upward. The heft of his hinder gave Bogo a hippy swerve where his hips were otherwise unremarkable. His forward leg nudged his belly aside, slinging its fat like a swaying wrecking ball. His breasts rode along. They nudged up against his neckline before falling down with a meaty bounce.

Bogo's lumbering gait hauled his blimped, heavy weight with fat-quaking stomps. He shuffled into his office and pulled out his chair. The sturdy swivel chair had been with him for several years, but at the rate Bogo was gaining, it wouldn't last another month. He lowered his rump into it, bending his legs up into his underbelly. As he sat, his blubbery butt cheeks spread over the chair and overflowed its seat. They spilled through the back of his chair, and they molded against its arms. The chair creaked painfully under his insurmountable heft. His sitting legs squashed his belly up. Compressed by his tubby thighs, the portly gut smooshed over his lap, brushed past his knees, and folded over the arms of the chair. With his back fat hugging the back of the chair, Bogo was close to swallowing up his seat in lard.

He scooted his chair towards his oaken desk, and his belly bit into the desktop. Looking at his computer monitor, an email from the mayor awaited him. Apparently, Bogo had received feedback about his latest budget request.

Beside his computer mouse, a white box sat on the desk. Reaching over his broad belly, he lifted its lid to reveal one dozen eclairs. Each plump pastry was nine inches long and slathered in glistening, chocolate icing. Curiously, every eclair ended in a fat bulb, giving them contours like tall, meaty mushrooms. Gideon claimed that the strange shape made his eclairs even more delicious. Cream stuffed them so full that it leaked from the tips of their bulbs.

Just looking at the eclairs made Bogo's heart thump. He grabbed one by the shaft and plunged its head into his maw. With a lusty chomp, he gobbled the head. It immediately burst with cream, still warm from the bakery. He guzzled down the thick, viscous liquid. Gideon was right--the abundance of cream in the tip was incredible. Bogo shoved the rest of the eclair in immediately, deep-throating it in his hungry maw. Dense pastry, sweet cream, and rich chocolate stuffed his mouth. He swallowed, pounding his gullet hard with pastry.

The sweet, heavy dessert dulled an ephemeral pain. It could be dulled further, though.

So, he took another. Cream dripped from its head, so he licked it clean. Bogo loved the cream so much that he pursed his lips around the tip, then squeezed its shaft. A deluge of cream blasted through the eclair, flooded his mouth, and dribbled down his lips. Quickly, he gulped it down, then licked his lips clean. The eclair, now empty, flopped down. The cream had kept it stuffed stiff into shape. The long pastry was no less delicious for its slack form, though. Bogo sucked the eclair into his mouth slowly, savoring its wonderful dough and icing.

Next, Bogo took two eclairs in one forehoof. They were so thick that he could only just barely fit the pair in the cleft of his hoof. He stretched his maw wide, and their fat heads grazed the sides of his mouth as he shoved them in. They utterly crammed his face. They were soft and pliant, and so, he chewed through them with ease. To keep their cream from dripping, he had to quickly swallow down his first bite and push the rest of the eclairs in. His cheeks bloated stiff with pastry. Bogo basked in the feeling of an overfull mouth. The ravishing sensation blotted out everything else.

Then, a knock rapped on his door. "Uhh, Chief?" The fox's hindpaws tapped on the floor as he walked.

Bogo hastily swallowed to clear his throat. "Yes, Officer Wilde?"

Nick Wilde climbed up into the chair opposite Bogo's desk. "What's going on between you and Ben?"

Bogo stared at Wilde under a firm brow. "Nothing is 'going on' between me and Officer Clawhauser. He is an exemplary member of the force."

Wilde smirked and shook his head. "Nah, nah. You had this grade school romance, like looking at each other with silly grins and talking about each other too much. Then, Judy says Ben should invite you over for a game. After that, you two avoid acknowledging the other one's alive. I'm surprised you still come in through the front entrance."

Bogo huffed. "I have an important email to write the mayor. If you'll excuse me, I will return to my duties." He glared at Wilde, took a large bite of the eclair, and chewed slowly. After a swallow, he continued, "As should you." He ate more of the eclair, working down its length.

While Bogo ingested luscious chocolate and cream, Wilde stood up on the chair and planted his elbows on Bogo's desk. "Here's what I figure. Obviously, something bad happened when you two watched that game. Maybe Ben insulted you, and you decided never to talk to him again. Or maybe you insulted him, and he decided to pretend you were dead. Now, Ben is just about the sweetest guy in the station. He wouldn't sit on a fly. But, I also know how easy it is to hurt his fee-fees. You, on the other hand, are like a--uhhh... you are like a reckless person in a China shop. You don't care about feelings, only facts."

Bogo sent the end of the eclair past his lips, over his tongue, and into his pastry-packed paunch. "That is quite enough, Officer Wilde."

Wilde tapped his forehead. "So, using my astute powers of deduction, I bet you said something that set off Ben. Now, you're too scared of emotions to admit it."

Bogo avoided Wilde's gaze by staring at his computer screen.

Wilde drummed his fingers on the desk. "Hmm?"

Bogo peeked over at Wilde.

Wilde wasn't going to leave.

Bogo swallowed the lump in his throat. "There may be some validity to your characterization of events. Does that satisfy you?"

Wilde slapped the desk. "Attaboy! Now that you've admitted the problem, do you want my opinion on how to fix it?"

Bogo struggled with the frustration that this man would not leave. "No, I don't."

Wilde's brow eased, softening his gaze from probing to caring. "You gotta step forward. Take ownership of what you did. It was wrong, but you've learned from it. Er... you have learned from it, right?" Frustratingly, the fox was right.

Bogo took one more eclair. As he chomped through dense, saccharine pastry, Wilde's words resonated with him. Even though Bogo didn't value emotions the same way Ben did, that didn't excuse him from regarding the impact of his actions. His mind mulled his options while his tongue mulled his eclair. He had to take responsibility. Once he finished eating, he shut the box of eclairs and stood from his desk. "I have some personnel matters to attend to. I expect you to see to your assignment immediately."

Nick's expression lit up with a big smile. "Glad to hear it. I hope your boy Ben enjoys those weird-shaped eclairs!" He hopped down to the floor and scampered out of the office.

Bogo marched his big, bulky behind through the station, holding the box of eclairs to his wide waist. As he passed officers in the station, he ignored their eyes, which followed his bouncing rump, his sloshing gut, and his heaving moobs. He headed right to the front desk.

Ben sat back in his chair, playing a game on his smartphone. In his lax posture, his tubby thighs spread wide, and his beefy gut rose up over his lap. Looking at his phone, his chin sank into the meaty roll of his neck fat.

Bogo stared. He knew he had to say something. But, looking at Ben, the words evaded him.

Ben looked up at Bogo out of the corner of his eyes, then looked right back down at his phone.

Bogo cleared his throat. "Officer Clawhauser, I would like to have a word with you."

Ben's attention stayed fixed on his phone. "Uh-huh."

Bogo tugged his collar, which suddenly felt uncomfortably tight on his pudgy neck. "I was wrong."

Ben's ears perked up, but his eyes didn't move. He kept tapping away at his phone.

Bogo breathed deep. "I insulted you on the basis of your appearance. That was wrong. Moreover, it was a projection of my own shame onto you. A cheetah as lovely as yourself should never be subject to any sort of derision, much less so for your dashing figure. I'm sorry."

Swiftly, Ben spun towards Bogo and gripped the desk. He looked up with a goofy grin. "What was that?!"

Bogo stammered. "Uh, I'm... sorry."

Ben shook his head, wagging his bubbly cheeks. "No no no. Before that! About my figure."

Bogo chuckled. "You're dashing. For years, I've admired you. Every morning, I look forward to greeting you. I used to, at least, until I hurt you."

Ben rested his elbows on his desk, plumping up his moobs under Bogo. "Well. It's good to know how you really feel. What's, um, what's in the box?"

"I brought some eclairs. I thought you might enjoy them."

"Ohh, well... I would!! But... maybe the break room is a better place to enjoy these...?" Ben pouted his juicy lips pleadingly.

Judy Hopps entered the front door of the station.

Bogo locked eyes with her. "Hopps! You'll be manning the front desk starting immediately."

Her ears stood on end. "Huh? Uh... yes, sir!" She jogged over to the front desk.

Ben winked to her. "Thanks, Judy."

Bogo tugged Ben's forearm.

Together, the tubby duo walked through the station's front hall. Waddling side by side, Bogo's pudgy hip bounced Ben's corpulent waist. The buffalo savored the cushy push of his thick, stocky girth in the cheetah's warm, buttery side. It brought a flutter to his heart and a smile to his face. They walked into the adjacent break room, complete with a counter, sink, and other kitchenette appliances.

Bogo slammed shut the door and closed the blinds on its window. Then, he set the box of eclairs on the counter and opened it.

Ben snatched one immediately. He plunged it deep into his mouth with a wet gush. "Mmmf, sho ghood!!" His giddy scarfing lit up the room and soothed Bogo. The cheetah gulped. Smacking his lips, his eyes narrowed. "Gideon Grey's?"

Bogo took one, too. He casually bit off its head and slurped down its cream. "That's correct. I've tried every bakery in the district, but his is superb." Its rich cream weighed calmly in his gut, granting him a peaceful fullness. Bogo chomped another bite.

Ben nodded eagerly, flapping his cheeks. "Mm, mm! Absolutely." He scarfed more eclair. "Gideon's kinda cute, too." With an enthusiastic bite, he finished his eclair. His casual, careless gobbling invited Bogo into a bright, friendly space.

Bogo pushed the end of his eclair in, then licked his lips clean. "I will admit, he is delightful to look at. But he's no Benjamin Clawhauser." He took another eclair in his forehoof and extended it towards Ben. "May I?"

Ben bit his lip as he put his back to the wall. "Ohhh, you may!" He opened wide and rolled out his tongue like a red carpet. His dark, humid maw invited Bogo's entrance between his puffy cheeks. Ben was a big boy, but he wasn't as tall as Bogo, and his mouth was smaller as well.

So, when Bogo pressed the eclair into Ben's mouth, its bulbous tip stuffed the cheetah's mouth. Regardless, Bogo pushed in, forcing the eclair down Ben's throat. Having never stuffed food into someone else, Bogo leaned on his experience from more delicate entrances.

Ben moaned. His eyes rolled back. Cream drizzled down his lips. Like a champ, he took in the entire eclair with wet, scarfing gulps. Once he inhaled it all, chocolate icing painted his upper lip and cream trailed down his chin rolls. He eagerly lapped up the chocolate and cream. Now breathy, he talked in a low tone. "Oh... okay. Now my turn." As he admired Bogo's eyes, his forepaw searched the pastry box. He lifted an eclair to Bogo's lips.

Without a word, Bogo opened his mouth. It felt strange to give Ben a turn driving, but their lurid play lulled Bogo into submission.

Slowly, Ben slid the eclair into Bogo's mouth. Feeding Bogo, the cheetah's pudgy paw glided gently and sensuously.

Bogo's mouth, though bigger, still struggled to hold the eclair. He didn't bite. Instead, he received the entire, tense length of the swollen, cream-filled pastry. He yearned to be filled at the hand of Ben.

Ben pushed the end of the eclair past Bogo's lips.

Bogo closed his mouth, kissing Ben's fingertip. He swallowed. In such an intimate space with Ben, Bogo couldn't hold back his innermost worry. "I wasn't sure you'd still be interested after all this time." To divert his eyes, he looked to the box of eclairs and grabbed another one.

Ben caressed Bogo's gurgling, globular gut. "Are you kidding?" His paws groped Bogo's fat. "Who would turn down all this hunky man?" In just a few words, he dashed Bogo's worries.

"I don't know." Bogo's inhibitions dissolved. He put one tip of the eclair into Ben's mouth, and he took the other end into his own mouth. He lowered his face towards Ben, cramming the supersized pastry into both of their mouths. When their lips met, they bit down in a pecking, food-filled kiss. Bogo pressed his heavy gut to Ben. His stomach smooshed against Ben's own blubbery middle. His forehooves searched up and down Ben's waist, counting the fluffy rolls that widened the corpulent cheetah. Full of food and smothered with fat, Bogo realized a fiery passion he'd never known before.

After swallowing, Ben had a smattering of cream on his lips. The cheetah wore it well.

Bogo eyed Ben's lips. "Let me get that for you." He extended his tongue and lapped sweet cream from Ben's face.

Ben opened his mouth, and his tongue met Bogo's. Though slow, Ben's tongue was powerful. He caressed Bogo's tongue with long strokes.

Bogo leaned further into Ben. He wanted to feel his fat rub and mash in Ben's blubber. He wanted to enjoy the full bulk of them both. His forehooves kneaded Ben's vast hips. He adored the flamboyant, ponderous curves that gave the cheetah's bottom so much breadth.

Ben's forepaws wandered up to Bogo's pecs. He clutched them and toyed with their bulbous, pliant flesh. His curious touch sparked ruttish nerves in the buffalo. "So... um... you really meant what you said about me?"

Bogo nodded. "Of course."

Ben grabbed Bogo and softly nudged him away. "Could I see for myself?" He toyed with Bogo's belt buckle.

Bogo salivated at the sight of Ben approaching his furious erection. "You may."

Ben unclasped Bogo's belt.

Bogo's belly popped his pants button off and forced his fly down, allowing a rush of flab to escape and plop free.

Ben kneaded Bogo's underbelly. "Such a doughy boy. I've missed your doughnuts, but I'm glad they went to a good home." His forepaw wandered under Bogo's gut. Next, he clutched Bogo's tender fupa. "Hmm hmm hmm, the cow has a big, blubbery barn for his cock." At last, his pudgy paw reached Bogo's shaft. The cheetah's eyes widened. "Oh, shit. Where have you been hiding this?!" He held his mouth agape.

Bogo picked up an eclair. "Nowhere in particular. I haven't had anyone to share it with until now." He crammed as much eclair as he could into Ben's open maw.

Ben's eyelids drooped. His mandible slogged up and down, and his chunky paw worked back and forth along Bogo's length. His fatty grip gave Bogo a plump handjob. The soft pressure of his paw excited Bogo's manhood.

Bogo huffed like a locomotive. As his cock twitched, so did his feeding arm. With effort, he kept the eclair on track to Ben's gullet.

Ben pulled hard, jerking Bogo's sexual girth. The force jostled Bogo's glutted gut and wobbled Ben's bulbous belly. His vigorous tugs tossed their fat together in undulating dances of lard. Meanwhile, he sucked down the eclair in full.

Bogo readied the last eclair. His edging arousal dulled his motor function, though, and he could scarcely line up the pastry with Ben's mouth.

Ben put his lips to the eclair, and he yanked Bogo's spire.

Bogo burst. Climax shattered his cock, and frenzied cum shot through. His arm straightened, smashing the eclair right into Ben's face. Most of it went in his mouth, but it erupted, splattering cream on the both of them.

Ben licked his mouth. Still, a wide splooge of cream remained on his cheeks and chin. "Oh-ho-ho-hokay, Big Boy. This is fun, but I can't leave Judy hanging forever. Why don't we continue this tonight at my place?"

* * * * *

That evening, Bogo stared at the red door to Ben's apartment. He had sped over after work, and he was still in gray slacks and a blue dress shirt. The bright lights overhead and chilly central air combined to fry him and freeze him. He looked forward to seeing Ben in a more intimate setting, but the memory of his prior visit swirled in his stomach.

Cautiously, he raised a cleft forehoof and rapped on the door.

The door swung into the apartment, revealing Ben. The tubby cheetah was still in his work uniform, too. He raised his arm up along the door and leaned into it. The pose splayed his belly against the door and pushed his hips out, exaggerating the thick curves of his rump. A flirtatious tail flicked behind him. "Bogooo! What are you doing here at this hour?"

Bogo's chest tightened. "I apologize. I thought we were going to--"

Ben grabbed Bogo's shirt by the placket and tugged him. He bounced the buffalo's bulbous belly into his own globular gut. "I was just playing, honey. Come on in." Still holding Bogo, he kicked the door shut, then let go.

Bogo chuckled. "I see. Please excuse my awkwardness. On my last visit here, I did something I regret."

Ben's soft, fat paws ran up and down Bogo's chunky tummy. "That was very hurtful."

Bogo nodded. "I know. I would do anything to correct that mistake."

Ben fluttered his eyelashes against his corpulent cheeks. "You really wanna make it up to me?"

Bogo took Ben's forepaw. "Yes. Knowing that I hurt you... it's the most pain I have ever encountered."

Ben pressed his broad belly into Bogo's own bulky gut. He took Bogo's hoof, pulled it under his stomach, and held it to the jutting lump in his pants. "I've always fantasized about going inside of you. Don't you think that'd be fun?" He smiled sweetly.

Bogo always assumed command. He grasped what he wanted and took it. He was never under anyone. Especially not anyone with such a fat gut and such a fat cock. But he had to make it up to Ben, even if that meant playing the other part. "If that's what it takes, I will do it." Bogo ran his forehoof along Ben's member. The buffalo's own erection chafed against his slacks.

Ben backed away, wagging his blubbery hips. "You go get yourself comfy in the bedroom. I'm gonna go get a snack." He turned from Bogo and sauntered towards the adjacent kitchen. He swung his hips left, heaving his left ass cheek upward and dropping his right ass cheek. He swung his hips right, and his right cheek bounced out to his side, while his left cheek flopped down in rubbery wobbles. His sashay kneaded his love handles, and his tail slinked side to side along his bulbous, pendulous cheeks. He looked over his shoulder and caught Bogo's stare with a smirk. "That's me playing again. By 'comfy,' I mean 'naked.'"

Bogo swallowed the lump in his throat.

The living room connected to a hallway with two rooms. On the left, a doorway led into a room with plush, pink carpet and black walls. Near the ceiling, white string lights hung around the walls. A fluffy, black comforter draped over the huge bed. The bed lacked a headboard, instead featuring a sturdy, metal pipe.

Bogo marched into the room, slinging his gut to and fro. Now that he was here, his mind turned blank. As if in a trance, he started with the top button of his shirt. He worked his way down. First, his moobs oozed free, expanding along his gut like marshmallows in the microwave. Then, his gut billowed out of his shirt. Pride warmed in Bogo's chest as his masculine lard took its true shape, unrestricted by clothing.

His pants had never recovered from that morning, and they still hung open under his thick underbelly. He grabbed his waistband and coaxed it down past his meaty ass and thick thighs. As he bent, his underbelly mashed his cock and balls into his lap, and his ass jutted out sharply behind him in two swollen cheeks.

Ben's voice chirped up behind Bogo. "Nice buns!!"

Bogo wheeled around, flopping his big moobs.

Ben waddled into the bedroom. He cradled two troughs against his chest, pushing up his blubbery moobs.

Bogo's nose perked at the scent of cheddar. "What's that?"

"One's cheesy grits, and one's heavy cream." Ben hung the two troughs on the bed's pipe. "I thought you might want something to munch on while we fool around."

Bogo held his breath, skeptical. "I doubt it, but I appreciate it."

"Suit yerself! After sex, I'm gonna finish whatever you don't." Ben slapped his huge gut, wobbling it. "Nothing works up an appetite like a little fun. Oh!! Before you get all in position, would you undress me? I wanna feel like a present for you." He clasped his forepaws together, plumping out his moobs.

This was in Bogo's wheelhouse. He walked to Ben's back and slapped his rotund rump, smacking it into fatty ripples. He reached one muscular arm around Ben's shoulder and up to his collar. His other arm reached into the trough of grits and scooped out a hefty serving. Cheese, grease, and butter dripped from his forehoof as he brought food to Clawhauser's mouth.

Ben opened wide and received the grits. He sucked Bogo's cleft hoof dry. His lips departed with a wet smack.

Then, Bogo nestled his bulbous belly in the nook above Ben's protruding ass. He brought both forehooves to Ben's collar. He gripped tight, then yanked his arms apart, ripping the shirt open along its buttons.

Ben gasped. His tubby tummy wobbled from the force.

Bogo tugged the shirt down, instantly pulling its sleeves off of Ben's flabby arms. Then, he drove his hooves between Ben's hips and waistband.

The waistband drew tight around Ben's butt, pinching his fatty flesh into jiggly muffin tops.

It left Bogo little room. He pulled down. Inch by inch, he freed Ben's enormous butt, which bulged out above his pants. "How many chairs have you broken under this colossal ass?" He knelt to pull lower. Once he tugged past Ben's cheeks, the pants popped off and fell to the floor.

Ben's huge butt beckoned Bogo's cock.

Bogo throbbed between his legs. "Please, I'm begging you... I need to take this ass...!" He groped its cheeks, digging his hooves deep in lard, and shoved his face right into Ben's butt cleavage. He opened wide and gnawed on chewy, doughy fat.

Ben giggled, wobbling his body and his booty. "Heeheehee--hey!! That sounds fun, but you promised." He reached back around his bulbous buns to slap Bogo's arms.

Bogo got the hint. He leaned back and stood up.

Ben turned around, smacking his thigh-smothering gut into Bogo's potbelly. He pouted. "I get to peg you tonight, right?"

Bogo's heart melted at the sight of Ben's juicy lips. "You do." Bogo put one knee up on the bed, nudging his stomach aside. Next, he pulled his other knee up, so that he faced the headboard on all fours. His heavy body weighed deep into the bed, and his dangling belly slouched along the bedspread. He leaned his head over the trough of grits. It smelled delightful.

Ben grabbed a bottle from his nightstand. He took his belly in both forepaws and lifted his pendulous pannus from his voluptuous lap. With his legs free, he pulled one up onto the bed, behind Bogo. It creaked and groaned under his girth. His other leg hopped, and he fell forward, smacking his flabby face in Bogo's meaty rump. The bed bobbed up and down like stormy sea waves.

Bogo grunted in shock. He wasn't used to anyone rooting around back there. When his panic died down, he noted a certain pleasure from Ben's soft face in his plush butt. Bogo clenched his ass cheeks, groping Ben's fat muzzle with his butt.

While his butt gnawed Ben, he craned his head forward and plunged his face into the trough of grits. The heavy, starchy grits carried the sharp tang of cheddar. Bogo slogged his jaws through a mouthful, and he gulped hot mush down his gullet.

Ben smooched Bogo's butt, then removed his face. The bed creaked and shook, evidencing that Ben was doing something outside of Bogo's trough-focused view. Ben leaned his thighs into Bogo's backside, and his long cock snuck between Bogo's flabby butt cheeks. Then, he released his tummy, slapping it on Bogo's back with a heavy wallop.

Bogo wolfed down another dense mouthful of grits.

The mattress leaned to the side.

Bogo swallowed his current mouthful and licked grits from his snout. "What are you doing back there?"

Ben's wrist dug under his stomach, between Bogo's butt and Ben's legs. "Just gettin' my lube on. I gotta get my belly up on you first so it doesn't wipe off." The bed jerked while goopy squelches came from behind Bogo.

Bogo broke a cold sweat. He saw his dignity ebb. "I don't need lube. I like it raw."

Ben chuckled, jiggling his heavy gut atop Bogo's back. "Oh, my sweet, summer child. You've never bottomed before, have you?" Ben dipped his finger between Bogo's fleshy cheeks. His sausage-thick digit stuffed Bogo's rump with cold lube. It quickly warmed, though, and he swirled lubricant through Bogo's anus. His finger, though wide, was also soft and comforting. It stretched the buffalo's walls tenderly.

Bogo's heart thumped from the tiger's entry. Arousal tensed in his cock, which pushed into the puffy pudge of his hanging underbelly. A horny, unthinking impulse shoved Bogo's face into the grits with a splatter, and his tongue furiously lapped up the warm meal. The taste and scent of cheese absorbed him, while his ruttish feasting caused wet plaps and plops.

Ben lowered his voice and spoke slowly. "Trust me, you want lubricant. It doesn't make you any less manly." He removed his finger.

Bogo didn't bother to respond. Instead, he licked his face clean and moved to the heavy cream. It was time to wash down those grits. He dunked his snout right in with a splash. Cool cream met him. He guzzled some immediately, and dense, delicious cream flowed right through him and into his stomach. He sucked and sucked, pumping steadily into his gut.

Ben gingerly introduced the head of his cock to Bogo's asshole. Slowly, he pushed in, now stretching the buffalo's walls with something much firmer.

Shocked with pain, Bogo sputtered in the cream. He raised his face and gritted his teeth. Milk dripped from his face as he rode out the stretching ache in his behind. As Ben's cock expanded Bogo from inside, Bogo wondered if this was a terrible mistake. He wondered if this is what he had done to all of his prior partners. He wondered if he should ask Ben to stop.

Ben gripped Bogo's butt, kindly massaging his fluffy blubber. His manhood gently burrowed deeper and deeper inside Bogo. As Ben moved inward, his hips pushed against Bogo's cheeks, mashing fat into fat. "How are you doing, champ?"

Bogo had to play the words back in his mind to understand them. "I'm--good--."

Ben wrapped his forepaws under his gut to massage the buffalo's spine. "Alright. You just let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?"

Bogo nodded. He barely grunted out, "Mm."

Carefully, Ben backed up, dragging his stiff pipe in reverse through Bogo.

Relief washed over Bogo as his insides retracted. He panted. Having no clue of how he was going to ride out an entire session of this, he dunked his face into the grits. Cheesy starches filled his maw from side to side and top to bottom. With a singular, commanding gulp, he sucked it all down into his gullet. Its goopy thickness warmed his belly gratifyingly. He opened his mouth for more.

Ben slid forward through Bogo again. His cock still stretched the buffalo's ass, but he felt different this time. It didn't seem like he would sunder Bogo's rectum. Instead, he pulled a pleasurable tension in Bogo, like a good stretch on a sunny morning. He backed up again, then kindly plapped his hips on Bogo's butt as his cock filled up Bogo. Above, his broad underbelly scooched over Bogo's back, swaddling the buffalo in lard.

Bogo's arms and legs twitched with quick, subtle jolts of pleasure. His ecstatic shocks sent ripples through his chunky legs, sloshed his filling gut, and even wobbled Ben's own belly. The pain of his strained entrance gave way to tense joy. The sensation throbbed in his cock. He wanted to reach down and tug his erection, but his broad stomach plastered along his tubby thighs, blocking his access to his own stiff girth. Frustrated, the only thing he could do was gulp down grits, lift his head, and plunge into the trough of cream. With a strong inhale, he drew a mouthful of delicious milk into his gut. He pulled another hard gulp of dense cream. His gut sloshed and churned. The mounting sexual bliss in Bogo's backside drove him to stuff and stretch his stomach while Ben did the same for his anus.

As Bogo forgot his pain, his need for the stretch took control. He raised his dripping snout. "Fuhgck--(HIC!)--harder!"

Ben kept his easy, benign pace. "Are you sure?"

Bogo's desperate need expressed itself as roaring fury. "For FUCKing fuck's SAKE! FUCK. ME. HARDER!"

At that, Ben gripped Bogo's hips, reared up, then pounded violently. His belly flopped against Bogo's back, and his hips slapped Bogo's ass. His cock drilled wide and deep, as if the speed of his cock gave it extra size. His cock ravenously burst Bogo's ass.

Ben huffed while he rammed back and forth with hectic power. One forepaw gripped Bogo's hip, holding the buffalo steady. His other forepaw slapped Bogo's ass. His fat paw rippled Bogo's bulging cheek with swift blows.

Now, the euphoria in Bogo was inescapable. Every inch of his body tingled with it. Joy even electrified the bloat of his stomach. By guzzling more cream, he intensified the impact of Ben's pounding. Annoyingly, he licked the bottom of the trough and found no more. His stomach groaned and squelched, but his tense, twitching cock still needed more.

Ben whined. "You're, (huff), so, (whoof), tight! I don't know... how much... longer..." Still, his hard cock hammered Bogo, pulling and stuffing the horny buffalo.

Bogo grunted a belch. "You'll go as long as I need!!" He hit the grits with a hot splash. He hoped Ben wouldn't pop before he was ready, and he hoped his stomach wouldn't pop, either. Bogo felt his cock harden thicker and thicker as each gulp of fatty grits widened his stomach. His sexual voracity grew the further he packed his gut, and yet, climax seemed far, far away.

He ate every last morsel of grits. With Ben jostling his body, he felt too full to go on. He put a forehoof to his gut. Its distended bulk permitted no give. His forehoof met a concrete sphere stuffed solid with grits and cream. It gurgled and squelched, and it stretched his hide. "Ghhg--go gentle... (Hu-urrrp!) I'm so... (huff)... fu-ORRP!--full..."

Ben clenched his fat forepaws in Bogo's meaty rump, and he slowed immediately. "Oh really, sweetie? You're full already?"

"Hungh... yeah... like I could--(HIC!)--pop..."

Now, Ben's cock went back to its cautious, ginger pace. His anal strokes felt loving behind Bogo's bloat. "What's your tummy feel like?"

"Huh?" Bogo stroked up and down his gut, studying its stiff bloat. His overfull feedbag blimped out to his sides, and it squashed his underbelly to his pudgy thighs. The front of his stomach projected so far into the bed that it felt like he teetered atop it, as if riding a swollen ball of his own gluttony. "Well... it's so hard... I can't even--(huORp)--push into it... It's so big that it's, (hooof), pushing on my legs... And it's so heavy... it's crushing the mattress under me... I--I don't even know if I could stand like this..." Bogo's manhood ached. Just as his gut was filled past capacity with food, blood glutted his penis. The more he ate, the thicker his cock grew, and something had to give.

At that, Ben burst. His cock thumped out against the walls of Bogo's bussy. Then, warm, dense cream shot from Ben's cock and right up Bogo. Ben cried while his thighs squashed his own balls into Bogo's tight scrotum and smothered Bogo's cock.

The muscles in Bogo's arms straightened and froze. Unknown rapture burst from below him. His own manhood seized and blasted. Waves of hot cum projected from his cock, painting his underbelly, thighs, and the bed below. His semen collected under him with lewd, rich splashes.

Finally, Bogo was done. He flopped onto his side, pounding the bed with his bulk. He belched uneasily. After cumming, the throes of joy passed, leaving him with a giant, crammed gut.

Ben looked down at him with doting eyes. The cheetah's hanging gut hid his cock. "Aww. Does my baby need a belly rub?"

Bogo nodded. "Uh-huh."