The initial messaging was nothing short of odd. This Gideon fellow had contacted Nick out of the blue, claiming that he was a friend of Judy who wanted to inquire with him about a business offer. Nick wasn’t normally one to jump on a solicitor’s offer so quickly, but the meeting Gideon had proposed with him had one special caveat: that they would meet at a fruit farm that a friend of Gideon owned, the kindly mystery fur allowing both of them to pick whatever they wanted while they were there. That sealed things: sure, the deal could easily turn sour, but free food is free food, especially when it was fresh and by the bucketful.
Which is why the former con artist of a fox was currently stepping out of a beat-up pickup truck somewhere in the countryside of Bunnyburrow. It wasn’t anywhere he’d recognized (not that he ever knew much about Carrots’ hometown, anyway), but a quick glance confirmed that the destination they’d arrived at was, in fact, a humble little berry farm in the middle of nowhere. Fruit-filled bushes lined the acres for as far as the eye could see until they hit the forest surrounding the lot. Nick’s subconscious breathed a sigh of relief as he took in the tranquil morning air; looks like this was turning out to be a real business offer and not some cruel bastard’s blatant trap.
Not that he’d ever consider the fox accompanying him to be some cruel bastard. Gideon Grey was downright jolly on the car ride over, tripping over himself to apologize to Nick for having to get him up so early in the morning. “It’s a meeting I wanted to have ASAP,” as he politely explained to the smaller fox about three separate times that past hour. Nick just silently accepted whatever Gideon was saying to him at that point; it was easier than arguing, and it left more time for him to sneak looks at the baker as they drove up the fields.
Gideon was, in a word, damn chubby, bordering on fat, and his ‘physique’ was one that Nick had to force his sleep-deprived mind off of as they entered the fields together. It was hard enough pretending to not notice those wonderfully chubby cheeks of his, but the paunch that the bigger fox had was a truly delectable curve that stretched out his prim collared shirt perfectly. Nick was glad that the berry bushes so easily concealed them from the outside world; if he felt the urge to make a move then at least he wouldn’t have to worry about privacy.
“So, here’s what I’ve been talking about,” said Gideon, his arms open wide to showcase the crop that lay before them. “This stuff is gonna sell like hotcakes, and you’ll definitely want to be on the ground floor when it happens.”
“Yeesh, I dunno…” replied Nick reluctantly. “What you’ve been asking for in the emails we’ve been sending is a fair bit of resources… and for what? Helping you sell a dingy old blueberry crop?”
“Ah! But not just any blueberry crop,” said Gideon, plucking a few berries from one of the bushes. “This is a special exotic breed of berry. It’s from seeds we had imported all the way from Greenlamb. Fruit like this hasn’t even hit the market yet, and if you tried a couple you’d understand why.”
He may not have shown it, but Nick was intrigued. On closer inspection, the fruit Gideon was holding out to him was easily twice as large as the average blueberry, and an even deeper shade of blue. It wasn’t convincing him to strike a deal just yet, but the berries sure did look tasty, and neither of them had even had breakfast yet, anyways…
Nick casually snatched the handful of berries out of Gideon’s hand, popping them in his mouth and chewing loudly. The flavor was equal parts crisp and tart, delighting his tastebuds in a way the local supermarkets could never deliver on. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was a damn good first impression, and his hungry stomach already demanded more.
“Hey, not bad.” flatlined Nick as he quickly covered up his true feelings for negotiation's sake.
Gideon chuckled, munching on a few berries of his own. “’Not bad’ doesn’t even begin to cut it. Come walk with me, and you’ll see firsthand how potent this stuff is.”
The larger fox strolled deeper into the bush, and the smaller one followed. The change of positioning was a gratifying one to Nick, allowing him to finally chance a good look at Gideon’s backside. His rear was even more ample than his potbelly, his cheeks pressing on the back on his pants as if to indicate the garment was a quarter of an inch too small for him. Nick enjoyed the fashion statement- denial was a turn-on for him, whether it was potential victims to scam… or potential dates.
Heck, why shouldn’t I consider this a date? thought Nick, lazily picking and downing a few more handfuls of blueberries while Gideon droned on about something related to projected sales numbers. Guy clearly wanted me out here for a reason, and the way he’s shaking his tush makes me think that reason doesn’t involve growth forecasts.
Indeed, Nick could swear Gideon’s ass was gaining a slight wobble to it as the two of them continued on to the dead center of the berry field. The way his cheeks stretched out his blue jeans were becoming more prominent, stress testing the poor pair of pants further and further with each step. Was Nick seeing things?
I must be more pent up then I thought, went the con fox. Tubby here looks like he’s flexing in this light. Guess he like sticks as much I like circles. Nick instinctively sucked in his stomach to make the contrast more apparent.
Only to realize that he really couldn’t. Despite his efforts to contract his stomach muscles, they wouldn’t budge, clearly too full from fruit snacking to squeeze concave. Nick tried to mentally play it off as a side effect of hastily grazing whenever he was sure Gideon wasn’t looking, but it hadn’t been five minutes since he’d started eating, and he was still hungry, to boot. Were these berries really that filling?
They must've been, or else he wouldn't have kept absentmindedly snatching fruit off the bushes they passed. Nick tried to force the thought to the back of his mind, but the dull sensation of fullness remained, hanging over his errant chewing like a kind of uncomfortable hourglass counting down to a resulting stomachache. Eventually, the fox had to speak up:
"Hey, Gideon?" he asked. "The fruit's fine, but they're sitting in my gut like rocks. I don't know much about selling produce, but that wouldn't translate to many repeat customers, would it?"
Gideon turned to face Nick, giving the lithe con fox a start when he'd realize that it didn't just look like the baker's backside was slowly growing. No, Gideon's belly was in on the act, too, filling out the creases on his XL button-up and giving the chubster a slight but noticeable gut. His limbs were just beginning to follow suit, placing the subtlest of bloated strains on his sleeves. The culprit was clear as day, with a few drops of fresh blueberry juice sliding down the sides of his muzzle. Gideon was all in all a fuller fox than when the two had started grazing, even if the bloat was only noticeable to a certain peeping tomcat...
"Why, I think the kind of customer I'm shooting for would absolutely love to let a good blueberry sit in their stomach for a while." chuckled Gideon. "You definitely don't seem to have a problem eating when you're full."
Gideon moved in closer as he said that, poking Mr. Wilde in the belly to enunciate his hunch. The claw found its mark with ease, zeroing in on a forming lump in Nick's middle, a new development that was a complete surprise to its owner. Nick's shock was palpable, yet despite his initial discomfort he was frozen as Gideon's hands continued to run his paw over the con fox's growing protrusion.
"Mr. Wilde, I don't doubt for a second you're still quite hungry," said Gideon, plucking another pawful of berries from one of the bushes with his free paw. "Why don't we both take a larger dose, and then mull over a deal?"
A larger dose? thought Nick as Gideon's fruit-filled paw suddenly rushed forward at him, forcing nearly a half-dozen of the succulent berries into Nick's maw at once. Surprisingly unconcerned, Nick chewed and swallow as was implicitly demanded of him, savoring the tangy flavor that was beginning to overpower his senses. And then another handful came in. And another. Gideon was picking from a seemingly infinite supply of blueberry at his disposal, chewing on pawfuls himself as he forced more gooey fruit into the two of them. For a moment, all Nick could really process was eating, that tangy taste now overpowering in how it hung on his taste buds.
Fruit was building up in the two of them, and its effects were imminent underneath their clothing. Underneath their collared shirts, their creamy belly fur was darkening, changing slowly in tint and even slower in hue until they were unmistakably indigo in coloration. From there, the coloration began to spread outward, rippling across their torsos, their legs, their backs- the two foxes were gradually shifting from burgundy to blue, a change Nick was not only cognizant of, but terrified of as well.
Yet he felt no desire to move. He could have bolted the scene, running for help, yet as Gideon moved his paws back down to stroke Nick's belly he let him. His stomach was gurgling like a motor by this point, stuffed with fruit as only growing fuller as its content continued to expand within it. Nick had a chubby potbelly of his own at this point, pushing against the fabric of his shirt as if he were filling into the role of chubby fox baker himself.
And a part of him loved it. Gideon’s paws had begun to move, kneading Nick’s burgeoning belly as if it were dough, soft digits awakening new space for the juice geyser within him to fill into to. It was nothing short of surreal for Nick, letting a catch like this grope him in an inexplicable situation like this. But if he had any outward problem, it didn’t matter enough. The bloating fox was locked in place, unable to bring himself to break contact with Gideon, let alone resist letting out a small moan as his stomach inched out another inch, filling to what should have been its natural limits.
“You know, Nick, I don’t think I’ve been entirely honest with you.” said Gideon as both of their stomachs continued to swell in tandem. “I… might have had other intentions when I lured you out here today.”
Nick was almost too focused on feeling his gut slosh beneath his claws to respond. “Why should I suspect a thing?” laughed the smaller fox, “Is it because we’re purple, or because you’re touching me like you expect to rail me in five minutes?”
Nick’s waistline was making a considerable catchup to Gideon’s now. With every few seconds that seemed to pass his belly would jut out an inch farther, blowing up and sagging outward as easily as if Nick had taken an air compressor up the ass. His green dress shirt was beginning to really strain by this point, the bowling ball sized belly lined up behind it giving the appearance that the fox was suddenly at full-term with twins. Gideon’s gut didn’t fare much better, despite his plaid top clearly having much more room to grow. Nick’s thoughts couldn’t help but settle in on that detail, wondering quietly to himself how the larger fox had such a prepared looking wardrobe for this-
*PWAP*
Nick’s notions were crudely interrupted by the sound of his khaki’s button popping off, his belt buckle clumsily unclasping itself as the rising tide of belly necessitated it. Gideon’s blue jeans fired back with its own shot as the front of his pants gave up the ghost, blowing open and exposing the baker’s shining indigo tummy to the world. Nick winced as he felt Gideon’s paws travel up his own newly exposed belly, the baker rubbing his own navel like it was the most perverted way he could possibly show off. To Nick, it really was. A harsh tingle in the increasingly overstressed crotch of his jeans alerted him to the fact that he very much was turned on by this, a fact only strengthened by Nick’s desire to feel up his own navel as well.
“To tell ya the truth, Nick” replied Gideon, “this crop isn’t exactly one that can be sold for normal Zootopian consumption..”
Never would have guessed, thought Nick silently as the lowest of his shirt buttons began to pop right off of his belly.
“Even discarding the addictive properties of all this fruit, experimental Greenlamb berries like these tend to have more ‘side effects’ the more you eat. We wouldn’t be growing them if we didn’t think we could pawn em’ off, mind you, but that does mean we have to go through more… unofficial channels.”
“Unofficial channels?” Nick tried hazily to put two and two together, despite his mind and his swollen, burbling gut doing all it could to put a stop to that. His belly, easily the size of a beach ball made for a lion, was halfway through his shirt buttons, popping one off every so often with inanimate glee, while his limbs were growing turgid as they too joined in on growing. Nick could feel his thighs press together as they gradually filled like juice glasses, a sensation that drove him absolutely wild as he also felt his arms squish against his sides. The flow was truly picking up now; a blueberry bath was being drawn inside of Nick, and the results were if the fox had put his muzzle around the faucet and start sucking.
“Well, maybe still official, but certainly not through a supermarket. You can probably guess why.” Said Gideon as he slapped his own gut. The obese baker’s shirt seemed to respond the added tension, shirt buttons bursting off all at once to scatter to the ground, allowing a titanic blueberry of a gut to make way into the open air. “See, the juice we’re filling with is non-proliferating. Someone coming along here, say, a business partner or so, could suck us silly all night long and all they’d experience is a bellyache! It doesn’t allow us to sell the fruit as food, but you know what it does allow us to sell it as?”
Nick couldn’t think about it. How could he when he was watching the two of them balloon up? Nick and Gideon’s limbs were being pushed back by their sides, their rounding no longer constrained to their middles but instead flushing into their backs, their limbs, their doughy fucking faces. Seams and stiches were breaking everywhere you looked on their clothing, their arms and legs becoming overgrown tankards for the gallons of fruit flowing into them and paying the fashionable price for it quite dearly. A loud rippppppp heralded the seat of Nick’s khakis giving up, providing a window to see the con fox’s big, blubbery ass up until the rest of his pants began to tear apart. His shirt could only outlast the other garments on him for a little while more, his collar breaking apart once it reassessed the moobs growing out of Nick’s chest and deciding it wanted no more of it. Gideon’s clothing was designed to fare even worse, fraying like string as entire strips of fabric split off of him. Standing in complete tatters of their old wardrobes, Nick and Gideon were more ovaloid containers of juice than foxes at this point, their gaits growing wider and wider as they grew wider and wider.
“I-i-it w-would…” stuttered Nick, his tongue trying to give the response his brain couldn’t seem to give. What was that blueberry of a baker getting at? Ugh! He was way too sloshed to think so hard… wait…
Nick’s eyes lit up as the connections finally clicked into place for him.
“Drugs! You want to sell them as party drugs!”
“Absolutely!” chirped Gideon, “In a smaller dose, we think these puppies would be getting clubgoers all over Zootopia a high they’ll never forget!
Nick was dumbfounded. Of all the furs he’d expected to try and bring him back to a life of illicitness, it had to be the baker that turns people into juice balloons.
“You still have some connections from your earlier days, right?” said Gideon. “Connections that would hop on a business opportunity like this?”
Nick definitely still knew connections like that (not that he’d ever tell Carrots), ones that’d go gaga over having a blatant signature drug that could be disguised as fruit. It was an enticing deal, one that he’d sign off on immediately provided he could… y’know, actually still move his limbs. Nick’s arms had since swollen into turgid violet drums of juice, as had Gideon’s. With their legs suffering the same fate, the two were effectively locked into place in front of each other, rounding out as their backs and asses swelled out into one round curve. The pair of fruit were essentially orbs in shape now, only growing outward as juice pumped into them with the greatest force yet. Clad only in their boxers, Gideon and Nick began to swell over the tops of bushes around them, unrelenting force flushing them upwards until-
*SHRIPPPPPP*
-their boxers gave way, too, revealing the 8-foot-tall orbs’ massive cocks. The transformation had been kind to their erections, giving them the width of copper piping and a similarly respectable boost in length. Their dongs would put a rhinoceros’ cock to shame, and by the way they were flicking wildly with the urge to fuck, a rabbit’s as well.
“Oh, I h-have connections, alright.” moaned Nick, suddenly acutely aware of how pent up he was. “B-but I just can’t give them to a-a-anyone…”
“Well, how about I do you a favor then?” said Gideon as calmly as ever.
“T-then I’d be more than h-happy to get in touch with you- I mean, get in touch with them!”
“Well then, I think we have a deal!” laughed Gideon, his thumbs up but very much unseen as they began to sink into his limbs. “Want to shake on it?”
“P-p-please….”
Gideon chortled again and began to wobble himself forwards. The fox found his mark: the forward movement was just enough to tip him into Nick, their cocks colliding softly and tautly. The touch alone was enough to elicit a hollering moan from Nick’s muzzle, one that swiftly turned into a gurgling series of rumbling belches as Gideon began to flex his shaft. Frotting his dick was all Nick could ever want in the moment, finding all of his energy to rub his own shaft against Gideon. The war of attrition could only last so long with the two of them in their blueberried state, though, and already Nick could feel his breaths growing long and deep. If he had anything resembling room in him he might’ve been able to stall his coming orgasm, but there was nothing. The fox was completely maxed out in fullness, unable to wiggle anything that wasn’t his penis. He was a massive, towering blue ball of a fox, even moreso than Gideon, and there wasn’t anyone alive that could stop him from getting juiced.
With one last massive thrust from both of them, the duo began to gush. Nick lost control almost immediately, roaring and shrieking all as gallon after gallon of juice poured out of him and splattered onto the ground. Gideon was more reserved, letting out a deep sigh as he blew his load all over Nick and himself, splashing their already vibrantly violent fur with several buckets’ worth of fluid. Properly juiced, yet still stuffed to the gills with fruit, the berries tried to reclaim their composure.
“huff… huff… So, I just gotta help you get this into clubs and we’ll huff make some good money?”
“That’s the plan. Hope you know some dealers willing to sell product like this.”
“Oh, trust me, I do. How long does the swelling last, anyways?”
“About a couple hours before the flow dies down.” said Gideon, a mischievous smile crawling across his overpacked face. “Don’t worry, my buddy Ian will be here in a few minutes to roll us into a barn for more private time… provided he hasn’t turned himself into a berry again.”
“No problems, then. Anything we can do to kill time before he gets here?”
“Well, we could always see if we can’t finish round two before then!”
The foxes laughed and got back to frotting. Luxurious moans and groans would continue to fill the barnyard all that morning, and they’d resonate from the barn itself until late at night.