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The early-afternoon sun beat down on Stu Hopps as he tended to his fields. The harvest season was just beginning and he intended to get a leg up on the massive amount of work involved by starting as promptly as he could, but while the dog days of summer might have been in the past, that didn't mean the harsh temperatures of the mid-year months had quite dissipated yet.

He toiled as much as his stout body could handle, which is why he had no choice but to take a lengthy break from morning to afternoon as the midday sun sweltered overhead. Even coming back from his rest proved to be rough as the heat blasting from the sun was far from vanishing. The only way he could even stand going out in the field again was if he could somehow lower the temperature, which had him stripping out of anything that wasn't his blue overalls, cap, and boots. It wasn't the first time he'd had to do that, and he knew it certainly wouldn't be the last.

It was quite peaceful otherwise. He often preferred working alone as it meant he could move at his own pace, which served the farm just fine as his wife tended to the administrative side of the business better than he ever could.

That let him operate like a well-oiled machine, hauling in bushels of carrots over his shoulder to be later sold at the market, placed next to the dozens he'd already brought in sitting under the awning of his house. He wasn't without his limits, however, and the combination of exertion and heat just about had him calling it quits. "One of these days I oughta get that tractor repaired. Can't keep doing this all by myself," he grunted, wiping his sweat-matted forehead with the back of his hand.

It was while he took a momentary breather that he noticed a familiar-looking van pull up into his driveway, immediately recognizing the portly red fox at the wheel who offered him a wave after parking. He then watched as the vulpine moseyed to the back, grabbing something out of sight before coming around the other side and ambling over to the farmhouse.

"Afternoon, Stu," Gideon greeted the rabbit, a warm smile stretching from one pointed ear to the next.

"To you too, Gideon." The tray in the canine's hands carrying what looked to be a freshly-baked pie had Stu a bit intrigued.

"Carrot harvest treating ya well so far?" Gideon set the tray down on a nearby table.

Stu shrugged, his heart racing from exertion. "Fer the most part. Dunno how much longer I can manage fer today, though." Even in the shade, he still couldn't escape the heat and fanned himself with his green farmer's cap. "What brings you around these parts at this time of day? Not as busy as ya hoped?"

"Oh, I've been busy alright. Been hard at work coming up with new recipes fer my pies."

Stu arched a brow. "Yer other ones not selling well or something?"

"Not at all, they still fly off the shelves!" Gideon's booming laugh jiggled his rounded belly. "It's just that the seasons are changing, and I just wanna get the freshest ingredients to keep people coming back fer more. Plus it's nice to change things up every once in a while, ya know?"

Feeling it was the perfect time to stop for the day, Stu pulled up a chair as he continued his conversation with the baker. "I hear that." A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he pointed to the pie on the table. "So whatcha bringing one here fer then?"

"I've actually been going through the Tri-Burrows and getting people's opinions on them before I commit to any of my new recipes, really see what the folks around here think since, ya know, they're the ones buying them in the first place," Gideon chuckled, leaning against the siding of the house with his arms crossed against his soft chest. "Figured I'd see if you was interested as well."

"That's mighty kind of ya! Say, what flavour you got there?"

"Strawberry rhubarb."

That gave Stu pause as he considered the confection on the tray. "That don't seem all that fancy to me. Thought ya said you was doing something different."

"Oh, I sure am. Been tinkering with the dough as well, trying new components and techniques as I discover them. Always room fer improvement, right?" Gideon chuckled. "So, am I correct in thinking yer keen fer a slice?"

While Stu knew eating something so soon before dinner might spoil his appetite, a part of him had a hankering for something to snack on. "Yeah, ya know what, I've been out here all day. I could stand a treat."

A slice of the pie was offered to him on a paper plate along with a plastic fork, gladly accepting the piece as the smell alone made his mouth water; it'd actually been quite a bit since he had a freshly baked dessert like this. The way the fork needed some force to break the crust only to glide right through the filling had a smile on his face knowing there was a lot of care used in the creation of the confection.

And then he took the first bite; everything he thought about the pie upon first glance had been proven correct. The fox was a master of the craft as the delicate flavours of the fruits and spices lingered on his tongue with every bite.

Gideon was just as enveloped with the tasting of the pie as the rabbit was, perhaps even moreso given how important it was to his livelihood. The fact that the farmer polished off the plate without even a second thought relieved him as the issues this recipe gave him had him worried as to what the final outcome was. At least now he could relax.

Well, that was until he noticed something peculiar about his taste tester. At first he thought it might've been a trick of the light - the sun at this time of year tended to do that to him - but anything he did to correct his vision still provided the same spectacle.

Looking at the bunny's body, it was obvious that something had changed within the last few moments of him being at the farm. For some reason it appeared to him that the farmer's frame had gone and firmed up, not looking so rounded anymore. Well, it was still quite rounded, just that it was less around the stomach and more everywhere else.

The life of a manual labourer should imbue someone with enough muscle definition to perform the necessary tasks needed to do a job, but that came over the course of years of hard work, not after a few seconds of eating a snack. And yet the results were undeniable. The straps of those overalls seemed to stretch a little bit higher than they used to, while the front contoured just that extra smidge around that fluffy chest. No, this couldn't have been from his dessert; there was no way that could've been the cause.

But there was one way to find out for sure.

"I take it ya liked it?" Gideon knew the answer was obvious, but he still wanted to hear it come from the bunny's mouth firsthand.

"Oh, that was excellent! Ya really outdid yerself this time." A warm smile stretched across Stu's face as he tried to savour the last of the slice as he could.

Gideon responded with his own grin, proud that his handiwork had such an impact. "Glad to hear it." Now it was time to see if his hypothesis had any merit in that he was just seeing things. "Ya know, you can have some more if ya want. I got plenty more in the back of the van; I ain't hurting fer samples to hand out."

"I dunno..." Stu rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly oblivious to the slightly rigid musculature that he now sported. "Ya sure?"

"I insist. I feel like it's the neighbourly thing to do."

If there was a fight brewing inside Stu as to what he should do next, it must've ended in seconds. "Well, alright then. Far be it from me to refuse such a generous offer." Another piece of pie landed on his plate, wasting no time in wolfing it down faster than he did the first one. This time, however, he paid more attention to the flavours experienced, letting them dance on his taste buds before swallowing the morsel down. It was a damn fine dessert if he were to say so himself!

Unbeknownst to the lapin, Gideon now wore a watchful gaze, waiting to see if anything were to happen at all or if he'd been out in the sun too long that day. Maybe he was a tad more dehydrated than he realized, though he had plenty of water back in the van so he didn't--

It's happening again, this time he was sure of it!

Little by little - soon becoming a lot - he could make out twitching beneath the farmer's pelt, the muscles reacting to... something; not knowing what that was would likely drive him up the wall. But it was irrefutable that his pie was having an effect on the other man, one tightening that gray-furred bulk with each morsel metabolized. He'd never have believed such a thing could happen if not for seeing before his very eyes.

"Ya certainly know yer way around pastry, that's fer sure!" Stu mused as he scraped up what little crumbs were left on his plate. "I can tell these'll be a hit in yer shop."

Gideon's attention should've been on the reception his creation was getting, but he couldn't help his gaze from being glued to the rabbit in front of him. What had to have been at least a hundred pounds of solid beef had piled onto the other man's frame in a matter of moments and he had no reasonable explanation for it. Nevertheless he knew it best to play along. "Well, if yer reaction is anything to go by, I think I'll be cleaned out even faster than now."

"And I'll be the first in line to do so," Stu chuckled as he set the plate down. The polite thing to do in this scenario would be to thank his guest for the treat and let them both be on their respective ways, but any pleasantries he'd been thinking of completely vanished the second he laid eyes on his forearm. "What the--"

His brain couldn't process the sight before him. He'd gone from portly farmer to megastud without even noticing, so much so that the overalls he wore - ones he specifically purchased to give him room to breathe - now contoured around his bulk the same way a glove fit around his hand.

A set of burly arms greeted him when he pushed himself to his feet, being the most noticeable thing about him as they were exposed to the air. He could witness the various muscles bloating no matter which direction he moved his limbs, both his biceps and triceps stretching his pelt as the roped bands of muscle absolutely bulged with power.

The same was said of his mighty pectorals, which protruded out from his chest far more than they had any right to. Thick with densely-packed heft, the fabric of his overalls had no choice but to strain itself along them, making a pocket of air where the cleft of his pecs was. Experimental flexes showed him just how much bulk was packed into the slabs on his chest, able to tense each one individually before bulging both at once.

And despite the miraculous change in his appearance, he couldn't say he hated it at all if the smile adorning his face was any evidence.

He flicked his gaze to the fox, noting the anxious demeanour of the baker, though not understanding the meaning behind it. "This yer doing?"

Gideon sheepishly gulped, his ears flat against his head. "Uh, y-yeah, I dunno how, but the pie I gave you somehow made ya look like that."

"Well, yer a damn better chef than I ever gave ya credit for!"

The other man's words put Gideon at a loss. "W-Wait, really?" He could hardly believe his luck. "You ain't mad or nothing?"

"You kidding? How could I be mad at this?" Stu gestured to his brawnier frame, rolling his shoulders to really get a feel for his newfound musculature. "Man, feels a little weird to be this big again. Got kinda soft over the years from all that junk food and TV," he chuckled to himself as he recalled his usual evening ritual. "I really gotta cut back some."

Gideon couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yer telling me you actually used to look like that at some point?"

"Sure, though maybe not quite to this degree. You can see it if ya look at my wedding photos. Time makes fools of us all, I tell you what," Stu could only shrug. His appearance still had him curious, however, and he couldn't help but shoot the vulpine an inquisitive glance. "I don't suppose ya know the contents of that pie off by heart."

"Afraid not," Gideon's lips pursed, only for his face to light up immediately afterwards, "but I do have it written down back at the bakery."

"Good to know." Having that sort of physique again brought back fond memories for Stu, a number of which included him showing off for others. He gave off a grin as he struck a pose he remembered from his youth, displaying the power possessed by his tricep as he twisted his arm in front of him. This was followed by him puffing out his chest to parade his mighty pecs spilling out of his clothing, though not realizing he'd just turned his back to the canine in the process.

While he couldn't quite make out much of the other man's back thanks to the material obscuring it, what he could make of the well-defined musculature had him more than impressed. "God_damn_, Mr. Hopps!" Seeing the lapin swagger about like that got him feeling something deep inside him he'd never really felt in his life. "Didn't think much of that body type before, but you make it look good!"

Stu's guffaw bounced his meaty chest. "Ah, yer too kind." While he strutted his stuff about as well as he did when he was younger - much to his surprise given how long he'd been out of the game - a part of him did feel particularly silly at performing the same actions at his now older age.

"It'd certainly make hauling in those carrots a whole lot easier," Gideon smirked. "Speaking of which, I might procure some later. I have a carrot cake recipe I've been dying to try out!"

"Sure! Seems like this year'll be a good harvest, so there'll be more than enough to go around." The bushels gathered around the table provided a good preview of the rest of the season. It was upon looking back at the baker that he noticed something unexpected - a tent plainly visible through the apron. In the numerous times he'd interacted with the fox something like that had never happened, which made it all the more intriguing that it occurred now. Perhaps he ought to strike while the iron was hot. "Ya know, I got a different kinda carrot you can try in the time being if ya want."

The bunny's words were clearly metaphorical, however, Gideon couldn't make heads or tails of what they were supposed to be representing. "I-I... don't think I know what you--" He froze when the farmer pointed downward, his eyes following along until finally noticing the bulge protruding from the front of his pants, barely covered by his apron.

A flurry of emotions whipped through him at lightspeed, his face glowing beet-red through his fur. "Stu, I don't..." He stammered, his hands instinctively reaching down to cover the offending tent. "This is unsightly, I know, I just--"

"I ain't offended, Gideon. Quite the opposite, in fact!" Stu's laughter remained warm to hopefully get the vulpine at ease. "Never thought ya had an interest to be honest. I don't mind ya getting a closer look." As if to demonstrate, he unclasped one of the buttons on his overalls and let gravity take hold of the material, proudly showing off the burly pectoral that he knew captured the attention of the canine.

Gideon still wasn't convinced despite the rabbit's approval "Ya really think we should be doing this?"

"Well, the kids are off at school right now. Ya really think we oughta take this somewhere more private?"

"No, I mean..." Hearing the farmer completely misunderstand him had Gideon cringe. "Ya know, yer wife and everything."

"Funny you should mention that," Stu set his cap on the table, noting how the baker's gaze followed the motion of his bicep. "See, Bonnie's been turning down any and all of my advances as of late since she's been wanting to focus on raising the children more. Honestly can't say I blame her considering we got more kids than I can count! Thing is, I still got needs I gotta take care of. Was talking about it with her the other day, and she actually floated the idea of, well... you helping me out."

Gideon's brain nearly short-circuited. "M-Me?!"

"Sure! Gives her the break she's been asking fer and helps us get to know each other better." A fit of giggles left Stu's mouth as he palmed the side of his face. "It just kinda kept slipping my mind 'cause I could never find a good time to ask. How do you even ask that, right?"

"Aw jeez, Stu, I-I just don't know if I should..." Gideon watched the bunny amble on over to him. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I ain't sure if I'm really supposed to be doing stuff like this, ya know? I think I oughta--"

Stu gave the fox no time to react as he grabbed the baker's hand and placed it on his brawny pec, feeling those fingers lightly squeeze at his heft. "That better?" He watched the canine timidly nod. "So, do you wanna?" Another nod was given, the corners of his lips curling as a result. "All ya had to do was ask."

The reality of the situation crashed down on Gideon all at once. Witnessing the lapin grow unexpectedly was one thing, but to actually get to experience the additional size for himself? His heart raced with excitement.

His nostrils flared when the farmer's second overall strap was unfastened, the garment falling in both directions until reaching the waist, which then displayed the swollen torso of the bunny for his explicit admiration. Not a single part of the other man could be considered small in spite of his diminutive size, especially evident in the way all that beef seemed to pile naturally onto that frame. The rabbit's belly in particular was impressive as its curved nature allowed it to accept significantly more muscle mass than expected, thickening it into a domed tortoise shell of a gut that positively screamed power.

Stu noticed the fox's hesitancy, though not able to stop himself from cracking a smile. "Yer more than welcome to stare - I don't mind - I just thought you'd, ya know, wanna get a good feel fer yerself."

A quick double-take was made as Gideon eyed the beefy bunny, his blood pumping rapidly through his veins. He tentatively stuck a hand out, plush fur contacting his fingers as he ran them along the other man's form, the trembling he in his digits leaving the longer he groped at the farmer's bulk. That gave him the confidence to move forward with the other hand, now feeling the strength latent across multiple muscles and fluttering his heart like nothing else could.

Nowhere else in Zootopia could someone get to experience a chest as barreled out as the lapin's for themselves, let alone see it in all its majesty. He needed both hands just to cup a single pectoral. And those arms - mmf! - they were to die for with the thin bicep veins his nails traced along. It was as if all his sexual tension had bubbled to the surface in seconds, permitting him to really enjoy the encounter.

The vulpine's ministrations alone had Stu going, his own libido growing from the lack of action he'd had in the last little while, so much so that his endowment had thickened to full mast down the leg of his overalls. "There is more where that came from if yer interested." A spreading stain of pre indicated what he was getting at.

This time Gideon fully understood the farmer's intention. A hand slithered down to the strained fabric, eliciting a moan from the bunny as he stoked the girthy hog through the fabric, really getting a feel for the large log of rabbit fuckmeat; it must've also benefited from the growth. He then circled a finger along the head of the other man's cock, fingertip being coated in precum before bringing it to his tongue for a taste, the flavour electrifying his nerves. If a sample enticed him that much, then how much would savouring the source thrill him?

He'd have his answer momentarily as he yanked the beefcake's overalls to the ground with only a hand, using the other to tug his own sweatpants past his throbbing package. The simultaneous actions freed both poles at once, his breathing going laboured as he took in the sight of the farmer's meaty rod paired with a set of balls that each looked bigger than his fist. He wasted no time and lunged forth at the mouth-watering shaft in front of him.

Stu could only squirm as his pillar was suddenly enveloped by the fox's orifice, somehow taking his entire length to the base without a second thought. "Ho-lee," he grunted, his knees buckling from the intense pleasure given, "ya sure you ain't done this before?"

No response came from Gideon except an increase in speed, the wine-bottle-thick crotch rocket not affecting him in spite of requiring his throat to take in the fattened schlong. His own prick drooled preseed like a leaky faucet as he pumped it as quickly as he could, the intoxicating scent coming from the lapin's musky bush tickling his nose on every bob providing ample stimulation to send him into overdrive.

His other hand rested firmly on the bunny's dimpled glute, using it as a means to shove his mouth against the other man's pelvis as much as he could while also groping the mound of muscle at the same time. He couldn't believe he'd never thought of trying this before in his life, but he was over the moon that he had the chance now.

Stu's hand gripped onto the table as the canine worked over his shaft, in awe at how insatiable the baker was. The gasps that slipped past his lips were uncontrolled getting more frequent. It took no time at all for the vulpine's dedicated tonguework to fully force him past the edge, his balls pulling up to his crotch and unleashing the load pent up inside them into the awaiting maw of the fox.

The rush of spunk hitting the back of his throat caught Gideon off-guard, long enough that his focus had shattered and his own cock lost control, shooting out a few creamy ropes of jizz along the stoop of the farmhouse. Years of stifled urges had been released in seconds and he couldn't be happier.

The same was said of Stu, whose own needs had finally been fulfilled. The increase in size came with a heightened arousal, the fire that raged inside him consuming more of his soul, though balanced with his bulk being more sensitive than it used to be. While it might take some getting used to, he didn't mind at all in the slightest. Plus the baker completely exceeded expectations. "Hey, not bad fer a fox!"

Gideon licked his lips of whatever seed had dribbled outside his mouth. "You saying ya had better before?"

"Well, I had a handful of suitors back in the day - real big guys who knew what they were doing," Stu illustrated his point by stretching his hand as high above his head as it would go. "Ya certainly kept up with them no problem!"

"Shucks, Stu, that's mighty kind of ya!" A swell of pride surged through Gideon. "I dunno, something about this just seemed to hit me differently, though I ain't gonna complain."

That wasn't the only thing that hit him as a sudden gurgle from his chubby gut snapped his attention away from the rabbit. Normally that indicated he'd gone too long without something to sate his appetite, but that struck him as weird considering he made sure to eat before he hit the road. A cursory touch of his stomach failed to signal anything as being out of the ordinary.

Until it was.

Flying in the face of all common sense, his gut rumbled once more before bloating in his grasp, filling out not only his apron that much more but also his shirt. Rich adipose continued to pile on his midsection as time marched on, thickening his love handles to the point that they fought with the drawstring of his apron and forced it to open hands-free.

The hem of his blue collared shirt rode up the rising wave of pudge, also dealing with the rest of his upper body growing at the same time as the billowing lard of his chest started to test the limits of the shirt's buttons. So too did the sleeves struggle with having to contain fat being caked on his arms, not having much in the way of give in order to accommodate.

But that was nothing compared to what his sweats were dealing with. In spite of their nature of being pants that could comfortably hold his ample rear, they were already about a size smaller than what he needed - a product of _his_nature to eat more than his fair share of the goods he created, though he justified it by convincing himself he was merely taste-testing his inventory before putting it up for sale.

His constant eating in combination with the unexpected reaction to sucking off the bunny strained the fabric of his sweatpants more than they could handle, culminating in a loud rip that materialized along the ridge below his fluffy tail where the two legs were sewn together. Of course his boxers also gave way - those had even less resilience to a pair of ass cheeks flowing out in all directions like lava - winding up with a tear of their own that fully exposed his rump to the outside world.

It was Stu's turn to be overcome with panic. Beefing up as a result of snacking on a dessert was a tad weird, but ultimately harmless in his eyes. But fattening up after ingesting his cum? His mind couldn't comprehend how that was supposed to be possible! He struggled trying to think up a reasonable explanation. "Gids, I..." His fingers twitched as he stammered. "I dunno what just happened, but I'm so, so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help ya out?"

Blimping out with plush bulk certainly wasn't what Gideon had in store for the day, and yet he couldn't think of a reason to hate it. His hands explored his larger midsection, fingers running along the pudge under his apron, bringing a smile to his face as the feeling of growing larger tickled a part of him he never knew existed. "Naw, don't worry about it."

Seeing the canine enjoying the added fat didn't compute with Stu. "Yer not the least bit upset about this?"

"Course not! Ya know what they say - 'Never trust a skinny baker.' I look like I know what I'm talking about way more than before."

"I... can't argue with that logic, I suppose." Even with the affirmation from the vulpine that everything was alright, Stu couldn't shake the feeling that he might've just made things harder for the baker. It wasn't like gaining another person's weight in musculature; he could actually benefit from that when it came to work.

Now knowing what it was like to be on the opposite side of that mindset, Gideon could only chuckle. It was time to assuage the lapin's concerns. "Ya know, yer also more than welcome to check me out too. Might as well return the favour."

The offer was unorthodox, but considering how nothing bad seemed to have occurred Stu didn't see the harm in it. It was immediately upon reaching down to the fox's flabby gut that he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and yank him to the ground.

Soft canine pudge inundated his stocky form, rubbing against his built musculature like a furry ball of dough. That wasn't what caught him most off-guard, however - without warning, the baker tugged him hard enough to plant a kiss on his lips, one that tingled a long-dormant part of his brain. It was one that didn't get him to reel back, instead getting him to push forward with his own force, heat from arousal welling up inside him once more.

His hands also got in on the action, roaming around the vulpine's lardaceous form and grabbing whatever roll of fat they could fondle. That kept up until he gave the other man's dong a squeeze and gasped. "Good lord, yer packing heat down here!"

In the process of exploring his newfound chub, Gideon hadn't quite gotten to his crotch rocket just yet, with the bunny's exclamation being the first he noticed of it. Even he was amazed at the sight of a dick more on par with what the farmer was sporting. "Guess my body ain't gonna let it fall behind."

A shudder of delight ripped up his spine as he clutched his schlong, feeling how one hand alone couldn't quite encircle it, just like the lapin's. It came with a pair of orbs that fought for space against his plush thighs, churning up more seed at that moment than what he could shoot off in a dedicated weekend of masturbation.

His eyes roamed around the landscape as he savoured the experience with his impromptu lover, taking in the view of the field behind them, though widening when he noticed the rest of the pie sitting on the table. A single thought bounced through his mind at the realization of what potential lay ahead of them, one that excited him more than anything else had before. "Ya hungry?"

Stu's face lit up when he heard that, knowing exactly what that meant. "Bring it on."

It took Gideon a hot second to right himself - thoroughly unaccustomed to the extra hundred pounds of heavy adipose now weighing him down - ambling over to the table where the dessert lay half-eaten. While he sliced it appropriately, he didn't bother carrying anything else back to where the rabbit was situated on the ground other than the tin with the confection itself.

When the farmer questioned where the necessary implements to eat were, he assured the other man that nothing was needed and that he'd take care of it. That came in the form of personally feeding the bunny the remaining slices of pie, taking extra care to ensure that not a single drop of filling or flaky crumb landed anywhere other than the rabbit's mouth, wanting to further this experiment as much as possible. His hunger to see the farmer get bigger grew about as much as he had just now.

And grow Stu did, metabolizing the last remnants of the pie and immediately feeling the resulting wave of energy hit him. He huffed, still planted on the dirt leading up to the stoop of his house, his chest rising higher and higher with every breath as thick musculature piled on with every passing second. Neither long hours in the gym or on the farm could compete with what was happening to him now!

Before he knew it, his arms were fighting for room with his chest, his biceps bigger than his head as they pushed against pectorals that made car tires look small, veins snaking along the muscle mass as it swelled to its new size. Any movement taken bulged his beef in every direction, his triceps alone making his previous physique seem tiny in comparison as they dwarfed what his arms used to be.

His torso positively blimped with power as it absorbed as much of the essence as it could. His chest was easily the highlight with how prominent they now stood in his vision, but the rest of his trunk wasn't a slouch in that department. The gut he thought he might've needed time in accepting had all but bloated out immensely, almost as if wanting to compete with his meaty pecs, and while those boulders were unmatched in sheer mass accumulated, that didn't stop his rock-solid abgut from allowing his ballooning bulk to coalesce there.

His back became mountainous - relative to a rabbit of his stature, of course - absolutely swollen with densely-packed heft that rose well above where it should as all that size had nowhere else to go but out. Traps he once might've regarded as impressive were anything but as his now swallowed his neck, forcing their way past the base of his ears to stand taller than his head. His lats followed suit, flaring wider than they had any right to, yet not stopping when they had the chance to and pushing beyond the realm of normalcy. If he didn't know better, he might say he had a larger wingspan than some birds!

And while his upper body was more than accepting of beef, that didn't mean his lower half didn't grow just as impressively. Legs that wouldn't have looked out of place on the cover of a magazine dedicated to the pursuit of size and those that achieved it now would've dominated every issue. Those quads of his in particular were a sight to behold with the striated musculature forcing his stance apart in order to permit it all to exist, while his calves exploded in magnitude to the point of being more than twice as wide as his shins. No other animal in the heart or outskirts of Zootopia could compare with his monstrous proportions.

The spectacle of watching the farmer he'd known for years suddenly become multiple times the man in a matter of moments had Gideon's heart flutter and his nostrils flaring. He wasted no time in diving on the other man, digging his nose deep into whatever crevice he could shove it in. It might've looked rather unbecoming of a man of his status in the community, but that was the last thing he cared about at that moment.

"Slow down, son!" Some combination of a laugh and a moan left Stu's mouth as he let the vulpine ravish his swollen form. His grotesquely bloated muscle mass came with a heightened sensitivity that he had no time to get accustomed to, the pleasure given as a result from the other man's insatiable tonguing pummeling his brain in an unrelenting fashion that he was quickly appreciating. "Gosh, yer voracious."

Gideon could only smirk from between the lapin's burly pectorals. "I ain't a fox fer nothing, Stu." The worship continued as his hands migrated to whichever part of the rabbit was within reach, his mind not registering what specifically he held, just that it was bigger than it had any right to be. Compared with the initial growth he'd witnessed, a hypothesis formed in his head that greater consumption of the pie must yield a far stronger expansion in the subject, and that was something he didn't mind replicating to find out for sure.

His train of thought derailed when the chest he'd been so slavishly lashing his tongue against tensed unexpectedly, startling him enough to see what the reason was. It didn't take long to realize the cause - his hand rested upon a veritable third leg of a cock that looked sturdy enough to punch through stone. His jaw fell agape at the sight of it. "There ain't no way I'm fitting that down my gullet!" Even then he still wanted that thing inside him, and he thought of the best way to do so. "Lucky fer you I accept deliveries in rear as well."

"Oh," Stu gasped when the fox's fingers caressed his aching shaft, "ya sure about this?"

"I ain't never been more sure about something in my life," Gideon stated matter-of-factly. The sea of flab that hung off his body wobbled to and fro when he pushed himself to his feet, the act trickier than it used to be considering his increased size.

It was then that Stu really got to have a good look at the corpulent canine in front of him, liking what he saw. The way every fold on the baker jiggled caught his eye in a way he didn't think it would. That was when he noticed the fox about to remove his clothing, giving him an idea the both of them would enjoy. "Hey, why don't ya leave those on?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Those pants of yers are pretty wrecked as it is, so why not bust outta them entirely?" Stu swung his monster hog in the vulpine's direction. "We might as well have fun with this, right?"

Gideon's eyes grew wide as saucers upon seeing the other man's girthy length, his body tingling from the anticipation of what that thing could do to him. "I see you got the itch too," his tail excitedly swished behind him as he positioned himself in front of the rabbit. "You wanna see me get bigger, don't ya?"

"I think ya might be correct in that assessment," Stu wryly grinned, watching the fox's tail raise to allow him access to those orbs of jelly that spilled out of the other man's attire. His schlong throbbed at attention, belching forth a healthy dollop of preseed at the view before him, his hands all but sinking into the pudge packed onto the vulpine's rear. Parting those cheeks was easy, as was squeezing his dick between them. That was far more inviting than he thought it'd be.

He felt encouraged to continue, smearing his translucent ooze all along the canine's winking pucker, enough lube being applied that the head of his prick eventually was able to slip on in. His anal intrusion coaxed out moans of glee from the baker as he pushed on further, stretching the other man wide on a length that outsized telephone poles. "Should probably mention this now," he huffed as the overabundant stream of precum allowed him full access to the fox's cavity, "I've been told I make great creampies."

"I'm counting on that," Gideon's tone grew lascivious the more of the rabbit he took up his chute. Had he not known better he'd almost have sworn that someone was shoving a tree trunk up his ass, but that's just how big the farmer had gotten in the short amount of time they'd seen each other that day. His increase in size must've helped him gain some stretch along his body that he never used to have, which enticed him to help the bunny and shove his flabby rump against the shredded pelvis of the lapin, forcing all of that leviathan crotch rocket inside him in one single motion.

He just about collapsed when he felt the massive log of rabbit fuckmeat gape him wider than he'd ever been before, his arms buckling and leaving only his rear end in the air. No matter how much the farmer pushed into him, he reciprocated as best he could. Their natural instincts soon took over, leaving him being plowed by the behemoth of a bunny as his hefty form quivered from every impact. A contented sigh left his mouth, as if an itch deep inside him was finally getting scratched.

His hand shot to his own pole, grasping it like he'd found the hottest porn on the internet and didn't want to do anything but jerk off until he was satisfied. The cock jutting out between his legs being thicker than his wrist did wonders to stimulate his libido, growing more in love with himself with every pump both from him and into him. Excitement felt about gaining even more size than before was palpable.

The sensation of drilling his pillar into a rear as plush as the fox's titillated Stu in ways that things seldom could. His moans joined his lover's in a chorus of affection for one another, causing his actions to become stronger as his arousal jumped with every buck of his hips. He hadn't been this horny since he was much younger than he was now, making him realize now how much he missed it.

Several hundred pounds of titanic rabbit beef tensed in unison as he thrusted mightily into the porcine baker, feeling resistance on his rod in spite of how much it glided in and out of that anal canal. His hands gripped the canine's wide hips, clad in sweatpants clinging onto dear life as it was at its absolute limit in terms of being able to contain that level of corpulence. He fucked the other man with full intention of rendering those pants to shreds.

Eventually his bucking grew forceful enough that he hunkered over the vulpine, his swollen pecs resting on the baker's lardaceous back where the fat contoured around them. His grunting grew louder the closer he drew to orgasm, his rutting picking up steam. The throes of passion had him wrap his brawny arms around his lover's body, gripping the flab through the apron and shirt and feeling it conform to his strength. His need to pump his load into the canine only grew stronger from there.

To be manhandled like that thrilled Gideon to his core, his own fat prick drooling pre at a steady clip. The jackhammering of his prostate sent ripples of euphoric bliss through his fat body and utterly pummeled the pleasure centre of his brain. His hand couldn't move as fast as the rabbit's hips did, a testament to the species' proficiency in lovemaking.

But the inevitable arose when he felt the farmer's pace begin to slip, hearing a mixture of grunting and whimpering coming from the man above him. His own climax was on the horizon, though he tried his best to hold off as much as possible to prolong the experience.

That didn't last much longer when, at long last, the lapin could take no more and squeezed him as tight as can be - an act that got him to swoon with how enveloped with the other man's bulk he became - and unloaded untold litres of virile spunk up his chute. The abrupt sensation of being filled with the rabbit's cum overwhelmed him, and the momentary lapse of concentration caused a chain reaction in himself where he too let loose.

While his own output was impressive with how much it pooled onto the ground underneath him to the point of spreading wider than he was, it was nothing compared to the bona fide torrent being unleashed inside his tailhole. The pleasure was unrelenting, both from the stretching of a lifetime he received from his mammothian lover, but also from the immense bloating of all the cum gushing inside him. He'd never been so full in his life and yet he didn't want it to stop.

Gideon's release was the hardest he'd ever busted a nut, but even with cum tanks bigger than an elephant's he knew it wouldn't last forever. That didn't matter to him much as the result of his tremendous orgasm was just as impressive, ballooning the fox's gut larger than even the most overweight of Zootopia's many citizens, giving the baker an air of magnitude that really only the two of them possessed. It gave him a sense of connection with the pudgy vulpine.

And then the incredible happened, what they'd both been waiting for.

The introduction of what felt like a bathtub's worth of jizz to Gideon's gut had it rumble into overdrive, doing everything it could to metabolize the potent substance as quickly as it could. Immediately that resulted in him gaining pounds of voluptuous fat in seconds flat, pulsing out with every heartbeat as all he could do was simply lay there and come along for the ride.

The rotund tummy previously only touching the ground now splayed onto it in every direction, flowing ever larger as more and more of the cum was digested, piling on pudge like his body was meant to. The clothes he was instructed to keep on could no longer hold his increasing corpulence and began tearing to ribbons, succumbing to his unrelenting lard and being turned to fabric confetti that got lost in his ever-expanding frame. All except his apron, that was.

He could do nothing but lay there and bask in his growing body, his face being swaddled with a tire of fat, the feeling getting him to loll his tongue out in delight. While he was certainly bigger than the average fox had any right to be before fooling around with the farmer, now he exceeded all expectations for what a person of his stature was meant to be. The experience was fulfilling on a spiritual level.

To see several hundred pounds of orange fur rest heavy on top of the dirt like a blob of jelly had Stu relishing in his handiwork. The pair of them were truly the other's opposite, and maybe the only ones who could truly satisfy each other. That was unless some of the bigger mammals in the city took an interest in them, which he wouldn't be offended with.

He pulled himself free of the numerous rolls that had formed from his fucking, his meaty schlong popping free and dripping with the remnants of cum produced by his balls. That was when he got a good look at the fox's backside, noting how not only had the other man's ass cheeks surpassed the size of other people just on their own, but they were propped up by a set of cock and balls nearly identical in size to his. It had him thinking those bad boys might need some serious draining at some point; he could use a little more fun in his life.

Gideon's body fought him as he struggled to right himself, though the momentum gained as a result of his wiggling eventually got him onto his back, which then granted him the ability to sit up. He looked many times the vulpine he used to be, with a belly that wobbled upon every movement he took, far larger than even that of his best customer - he wondered how the cheetah would react to his new appearance.

Stu simply chuckled as he regarded the handsome mug of the canine amidst the sea of flab surrounding it. "Well, I'd say ya got a real winner on yer hands there with that one." The fox sat as tall as he did standing up, which let him straddle the plush form of his lover and plant another kiss on the baker's lips. That was when an idea popped into his head. "Oh, and hey," he gripped the vulpine in such a way that his muzzle ended up beside the other man's ear, "once ya figure out what that recipe was, gimme a call. I think we ain't done testing it just yet."