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My first foray into the fetish of stuffing and weight-gain. Written for (and with the help of) my friend Rourkie. This takes place in a completely alternate universe from my other Bucky/Al stories, needless to say.

Bucky O'Hare and Al Negator are copyright 1992 Sunbow Entertainment.

(adults only please) By: Kooshmeister & Rourkie

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Bucky O'Hare knew that it was foolish to sneak into Al Negator's lair to arrest him all by himself, especially in his current... condition, but his ego had told him he could handle the situation. Boy, was he wrong, and now, as he stood held between the two hired goons who had caught him, Bucky realized that he was in deep, deep trouble. All because he couldn't keep his hands off fattening sweets!

It had all began a few months ago. Komplex had finally been destroyed and the Toad Empire dissolved for good. Bucky had thought he could relax and unwind now that the Aniverse was safe from the toads' tyranny, and so he had settled down to indulge in his secret passion, enjoying high-calorie sweets. Cupcakes, cakes, candies, Bucky loved them all. Anything with sugar in it. He'd managed to eat healthy and avoid touching the stuff for so long due to his sense of duty to the Aniverse and his homeworld, but with the danger no longer present Bucky had naturally felt like he could unwind for a bit and indulge in his love of sweets, but unfortunately all that stuffing and lack of exercise had led to one paunchy hare. He was too wide around the middle and too heavy in the belly to run around and do his job right.

Nevertheless, he was hesitant to give up his career with S.P.A.C.E. just yet. He'd tried wearing a girdle so no one would notice, but tended to wear himself out running around because he was too out of shape, totally unlike the way he used to be during the Toad Wars less than a year ago. Then, come lunchtime, he would eat too much, and snap the girdle, his belly spilling out for everyone to see, much to his embarrassment. Of course, he'd only gotten bigger under the girdle, using it as an excuse to give in to his eating desires, so even he was shocked when he saw that his belly had gotten even fatter.

They'd all been sitting there eating like normal that day, and then Bucky had started to feel a bit weird, and his belly quivered and stretched a bit, then pulled back, slowly expanding and wobbling as he looked down wide-eyed with panic while the others stared at him, and then finally.... rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiip! The front of the uniform split and a fat hare potbelly emerged. He realized then how bad he'd gotten, when all this time he'd thought no one would notice at all that he'd gained a couple of extra pounds... which turned into tens of pounds by the time he was done.

At Jenny's suggestion, Bucky took a week off to shape up after that. And after the first day, he just decided to get a bigger girdle, because no one would know the difference, he thought. That way, he was able to just relax all week on a fully paid, free vacation. He returned to S.P.A.C.E. claiming to be over his addiction, confident in both the new girdle and that he could continue hiding it, as long as he controlled himself. What was one cupcake now and then? Of course, the week of vacation didn't help at all. And as he returned, he didn't realize the new girdle was almost at its breaking point, and so long as no one caught him snacking, he'd be able to lose the weight slowly and in plenty of time for the upcoming beach season back on Warren.

Unfortunately, he was just completely unable to help himself, and snacked until the following Monday, when the Secretary General assigned him to go and arrest Al Negator. The alligator mercenary, he said, was now dealing in illegal firearms and needed to be stopped. And after a weekend full of "not cheating," his new girdle was almost bursting at the seams. Of course, Bucky hardly noticed that the velcro straps were cutting into his flesh, or that tufts of green fur were sticking out of the places where the two halves simply refused to meet, not to mention the couple of inches of flub hanging out the bottom. The hare's belly had simply grown too large and flabby even for a jumbo-sized girdle to reign in.

Bucky, even though he's been "losing weight," didn't want to give the impression that he was still "a coule pounds overweight," so he charged into Al's lair acting like he was in the best shape of his life, even though at this point, even with the new girdle, his uniform barely zipped up in the front. He told himself it must have shrunk in the wash. And of course, Al and his henchmen were ready for him. With all the panting and sweating he was doing, not to mention the heavy footsteps as he plodded down the hallway, completely winded, they were able to hear him coming a mile away. By the time he finally reached Al he was covered in sweat, the bottom of his belly slipping out of his uniform now, too, so there was a couple of inches of hare-pudge sticking out. He was immediately grabbed by two hired guns and held by the arms, panting, captured without even so much as a struggle.

Al could see he was out of shape, but thought he'd put on about twenty pounds or so, not knowing yet that his nemesis was even more deliciously out of shape. "My, my, my," he said, "if it isn't our friend Bulgey More-Hare. I mean, Bucky O'Hare. What drags you to my doorstep?"

"I'm gonna...." Bucky said, pausing to pant softly for a moment before continuing. "....kick your ass."

"Heh, I'd like to see you try," Al replied, crossing his arms. "No, really. I've got a FAT load of time on my hands." He laughed and his goons laughed along with him. "Heh, so thickheaded are we that we waddle--er, walked, right past the guards? Or didn't you notice them as you gasped for breath upon entering my lair?"

The goons shook Bucky roughly, causing the girdle to finally start to give, and Bucky, being self-conscious, began dreading the reveal of his tremendous gut more than the thought of being harmed by the villains. They heard this soft tearing sound, audible over the silence that followed Al's last little taunt, and wondered what it was, Al cocking his head at the slight sound of velcro coming apart as the strap around Bucky's widest part comes loose, and he seemed a little amused. Did Bucky look a little chubbier now? Hmm. "All right, O'Hare," he said, "what was that about you kicking my ass?" He walked towards the hare, saying, "Go on, I'll even give you a free shot."

Bucky was STILL panting. He struggled weakly against the two bodyguards holding him, not because he wanted to attack Al and take the free shot offered, but because he wanted to get the hell out of there before it was too late! He dreaded what an enemy would do at the sight of his gut. Al signalled for the door to be closed and locked, and Bucky swallowed nervously. Al meanwhile had misinterpreted the sound of the velcro coming undone as being Bucky's stomach growling, and whispered something to a third goon, who nodded and left the room. Turning back to Bucky, he sneered and said, "Awww, Did the widdle wabbit skip breakfast to be here today? Or have you become such a chowhound that surely no more than an hour after breakfast, your greedy little belly wants more...?"

Bucky's eyes widened. No! If Al was thinking what Bucky thought he was thinking, then this could be disastrous. He struggled some more and actually managed to pull free of the guards, whereupon he fell forwards and wound up on his hands and knees on the floor in front of Al, panting, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. It was amazing how such a simple action made him sweat like a pig in a sauna. Still trying to maintain his cool, though, he slowly managed to stand. "I don't....normally make deals, Negator...but if you unlock the door and let me go free, I promise I won't return with my entire crew..."

Al grinned as the guards grabbed Bucky again. "Tsk, tsk. What happened to the Bucky that could singlehandedly destroy Al Negator's plans with a bit of luck and a blaster pisto--oh right, you lost your pistol, and I doubt that you'd be able to break free again from my guards till you caught your breath again. As for your your crew, I'm fairly certain you came alone, O'Hare, as you've had no problem thwarting me in the past. Though, admitedly, you were in top shape then. It seems since then you've let success go to your head.... or your belly...." He reached down and squeezed the exposed bit of bunny belly, still not making any indication of whether he knew Bucky's hiding more or not, making Bucky wince. "But, I will let you go, if you can perform one taske for me."

Bucky looked up, hopeful, as the other guard returned wheeling in a carrot cake on a serving cart, not super-large, but certainly more than a regular-sized person would be able to eat. Al grinned wider and Bucky fulped nervously, knowing that Al wanted to see him eat it. Why, he didn't know. Just to humiliate him? Did Al want to see the full extent of just how out of shape he was? Or was it something more? Regardless, he played dumb. "Wh-what is that for....?"

"You simply have to try some of my cake. Have as much as you like. When you've eaten your fill, you can leave." He grinned, knowing the hungry bunny wouldn't be able to resist a dilectable treat once he tasted it. "I can't have my guest going hungry, now can I? That would be playing a bad host!"

Bucky shook his head swiftly. "I'm not hungry, thanks," he lied, trying to keep from looking at the cake even as his tummy growled softly.

"Oh, surely your rumbling belly suggests otherwise," Al pointed out. "Really, if you don't want much, you don't have to have more than a slice. But it would be rude not to try it. We had it specially made for you." He grined softly. "Really. I don't care how much you have.... just try some, and we'll let you go."

chewed nervously on his lower lip. His belly was straining against the confines of the girdle, yearning for freedom, knowing that just a couple more bites of anything would cause it to break free of its prison. But Bucky had to get out of here. So, he figured, he'd take Al's little "challenge," if you could call it that. "All right," he said finally, jerking free from the two goons and standing there a moment to catch his breath, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly. He then approached the cake, eyeing it, licking his lips, feeling an all too familiar desire taking over him.

Narrowing his eyes and wearing his best badass face, Bucky grabbed a knife and cut himself a big slice from the cake and put it on a plate, then grabbed a fork, doing his best to look angry and insulted at having to do this, when in reality, he was secretly eager. Al watched him carefully. "We all know how much you enjoy your carrot cake, O'Hare," he sneered. "Please, enjoy as much as you like." He grinned at Bucky smugly, bemused that a hare that can put on twenty pounds in two months would "begrudingly" dig into a piece of carrot cake.

Bucky looked at Al, his steely expression faltering momentarily as he gazed upon the confident alligator with those wide pink eyes of his and gulped nervously, then, regaining his composure, he turned his gaze back to the slice of cake, eyeing it. One slice. He could do this, he told himself, but as he had "not cheated" on his diet for an entire month, he was lying to himself, as he'd lied to himself then. And this time, it was going to cost him. Slowly, he sliced off a forkful and put it into his mouth, then extracted the forked, and began to chew very slowly.

A smirk slowly crept up onto Al's face as the rabbit swallows the morsel. "Good, isn't it? I had a whole team of chefs working to perfect the ideal carrot cake... hehe...You're the first to try it... We thought if you liked it so much, we'd send some back with you for your whole crew."

Bucky turned and looked at Al as he chewed, managing to control himself so far, wondering why in the hell Al Negator would want to make "the perfect carrot cake." He swallowed his mouthful. Nothing happened. So far, so good, he thought, then ate another forkful. Then a third. It was the fourth that started doing it to him. The Sensation, as he called it. The feeling that, like a drug, swept over his whole body whenever he ate something sweet and delicious. He whimpered, once, and swallowed, looking worriedly down at the plate. Two more bites left. Hurriedly he just speared the entire piece and put it in his mouth. He chewed noisily, his cheeks bulging a bit from the slightly too-large piece. He wanted to hurry up and get this over with so he could go, before something happened he'd regret.

Al watched intently, rubbing his hands together with delight. Bucky didn't seem to be paying attention to Al. He was too busy focusing on chewing his mouthful. He then swallowed, throat bulging a bit and a loud gulp filling the room, eyes closed in what looked like ecstacy. He felt himself getting hard. He didn't know why, but if he enjoyed an especially good treat, it aroused him. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants.

And then it happened. The girdle burst. It started with that soft tearing sound they'd heard before, the belly of the green hare starting to bulge outwards, towards the cake, as if his stomach wanted to get to it. Bucky's eyes flew open and he looked down, watching with horror as the belly continued expanding, the front of the uniform parting, revealing the stretched girdle and hints of green fur.

"No..." he said softly, and then, finally, with a tearing sound that actually wasn't very loud but sounded to Bucky like a gunshot, the girdle gave, snapping, and disappeared, as if swallowed up by the belly (when in reality the sides of the girdle just retracted back inside the jacket and out of sight), as a fat, flabby, sweaty hare potbelly spilled out into plain view, wobbling softly.

"Oh ho ho! Oh my!" Al said with delight. "What a gluttonous little bunny you've been!" He grinned and walked over to the quivering hare, staring at the belly that seemed to swell before their eyes. "Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this wasn't the first carrot cake you've had in months...... Look at what the famous Bucky O'Hare's become! A slave to his very own stomach..... Hahaha!"

He leaned down so that he was face to face with Bucky, suddenly serious. "Now, you listen here, O'Hare, and listen good. You're not going anywhere, now. Not like that. You're the perfect model for how.... the rest of your crew is going to look in due time, and I want to keep tabs on my.... new celebrity. Heh heh heh." He grinned again as Bucky stared in awe, reaching down and rubbing the warm, bulgey tummy of the hare. " "That's right, Bucky boy.... as soon as you pesky mammals are all fattened up like Christmas geese, you'll be no match for me, Al Negator, ANYMORE! HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"

Bucky blushed deeply with shame, and dropped the fork and the plate in shock. He'd been wearing the girdle so much, and had been in such denial, that he'd had no idea how much weight he had actually gained. His potbelly was twice the size it had been the day he started his "vacation!" He looked at Al, wanting so much to get angry, to tell the sneering purple alligator how wrong he was, but he couldn't muster the words. Al was right. He'd hit rock bottom.

He had two choices now. One of them hinged on whether Al would keep his word and let him go now that he'd eaten a slice of that damn carrot cake. This choice involved him controlling his desires, sobering up in the face of just how unhealthy he'd become, and leaving the lair and whipping himself back into shape as soon as possible, then returning here his usual fit and trim self and punishing Al for his evil deeds. The other choice, was, of course, to simply give in and eat the rest of the cake.

Al smirked at the sullen hare. "Nothing else to do, but eat, eh? Go on. You're already a laughingstock, you might as well just give in to the one thing that makes you happy now.... Besides, I'm laughing, but at least I'm not laughing at you, eh? Who better to understand you, but your nemesis?" He grinned and squeezes the bunny's belly again, carressing it softly. It was impossible for him to hide the fact that he, too, was getting hard, happy to finally have Bucky as his prisoner.

Weirdly, though, Bucky noticed that the arousal he'd gotten from eating the first slice had not gone away in the face of this embarrassing revelation about his belly. In fact, it only seemed to strengthen the arousal; the front of his pants bulged with his erection, although it was difficult to tell due to the sagging paunch. Whether it was the shame or simply the sight of the big belly and the prospect of eating the rest of the cake...he grunted a bit as he felt Al's hand upon the swollen belly, which growled audibly all of a sudden. Bucky then knew what he was going to do. If he went through with this, he knew that there'd be no turning back. He licked his lips, eyeing the cake, then looked at Al helplessly, then back at the cake. He could feel the desire burning in him. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer, and the green hare pounced onto the cake and began to feast.

Al rumbled in pleasure. The sight of Bucky exactly where he wanted, in fact, willing to further his plans only excited him all the more. He gave a nod to his henchmen, who left he and Bucky alone in the room. Al couldn't take the excitement of seeing Bucky so willing anymore, and undid his belt and stripped naked, revealing a full fledged erection. Bucky grabbed heaping handfuls of the carrot cake, shovelling them into his mouth greedily. He ate with loud smacking and slurping sounds, getting icing and crumbs all over his mouth and nose, crumbs falling everywhere, unaware at the moment of what Al was doing. And so it went until the entire cake was gone, having been devoured in under five minutes by the greedy hare. Still riding high on his sugar-driven binge, Bucky licked his gloved fingers clean, and then grabbed the cake platter and started licking it clean, too.

Al was surprised a little at such submission. Was the hare really that greedy, or was the cake simply that good?? He thought about his own experience, knowing that the cake was, indeed, delicious. He thought about the other mammals, and how easily they'd fall under his whim, and laughed. "Heh, you've done well, my pet," he said.

Bucky finished licking the plate clean, then set it back down and then collapsed, sitting on the floor and leaning back rubbing his swollen gut and letting loose a loud belch. It was only when Al spoke that Bucky even remembered the alligator was in the room, and, turning to regard him, was shocked to find him both nude and aroused!

Al stroked his cock softly, aroused at the idea of Bucky being his slave. This was way too good to be true - a way to assert total dominance over the rabbit that had plagued him all this time. "Now, how about some cream to wash everything down?" he asked.

"I, uh..." Bucky said, uncertain. Had Al really called him his "pet?" After a moment, he nodded slowly, liking the idea of cream, something liquid to wash it all down with, but said nothing.

Al grinned and approached the hare, Bucky gawking as he came over, and tried to get up, but couldn't, and Al straddled the hare's belly, Bucky grunting as the much bigger alligator sat on his belly, moaning at the pressure being applied to the blubbery belly, which gurgled underneath Al's ass. Licking his lips, Bucky eyed the gator-cock, which bobbed stiffly in front of his face.

"Hehe, go ahead, bunny..... you know you want to please me." He grinned again, getting even stiffer at the thought of being in total dominition of the hare, and all his friends soon enough.

Bucky had no choice. Slowly he opened his mouth and accepted the fat cock. Slowly he began to suckle on the thick head, using his tongue to tease the glans. Although he'd never admit it publicly, he was a flaming homosexual and had sucked his fair share of cocks, so he knew what he was doing. Al closed his eyes in pleasure. It was easily the best blow job he'd even been given, ever. The green hare bobbed his head back and forth. Al was right. Bucky was indeed a sex fiend. He'd had many secret affairs with male co-workers over the years, although those had tapered off as of late due to his efforts to conceal his expanding gut, the one atop which Al now sat. He bent his head forwards and took more of the thick gator-meat into his mouth, sucking and licking it as though it were a popsicle or a delicious lolipop.

Bucky whimpered, desiring the creamy beverage to wash the yummy cake down more than anything in the entire Aniverse at the moment. Finally Al grew tense, and all of a sudden spurted into Bucky's mouth longer and stronger than he ever had before. "Mmmm.... mmmm!" Bucky moaned around Al's dick as the alligator came, thick gobs of hot cum filling his mouth like a thick, creamy milkshake.

As the hare's tongue lapped up his seed, it continued to tickle his member, coaxing more and more. Al gave freely - in fact, he was unable to stop, continuing to flow freely into the lepine's mouth. Bucky swished the cum around in his mouth, indeed treating it as though it were a vanilla milkshake from his favorite ice cream parlor, and swallowed, surprised when more flowed in, but he drank that down without hesitation, too. However he began to become a little worried as more kept cumming (pun intended), and found that at the rate Al kept pumping his seed into his mouth it was becoming more and more difficult for the hare to swallow. Finally, he stopped swallowing altogether. If he tried he'd choke. So the cum filled his mouth, ballooning his cheeks cartoonishly. When the cheeks could hold no more, the pressure made the cum start to splurt out from between his lips around the member with soft flupping sounds.

Al finally slowed down, though probably only because the hare's tongue was no longer carressing his shaft - there was just too much cum in his mouth. He liked the idea of the hare being so greedy that he couldn't swallow as much as he sucked out.... it proved that Al had something Bucky needed, and he liked that. A lot. "Swallow it, O'Hare. How else will you stay nice and plump?"

Indeed, Bucky was greedy. He wanted as much cum as Al could give him, to hell with the consequences, weight-wise. Bucky looked up at Al helplessly, then, slowly, took a swallow. There was a loud gulping sound. It took quite a few swallows to get every last bit of the cum down. Meanwhile, impossibly, Al could feel the hare's tummy gurgling and beginning to expand just a bit more beneath him. Not much. It wasn't even noticeable to the naked eye. But Al could certainly feel it while sitting on it. That feeling beneath him seemed to set Al off again, and soon he was spurting fresh gobs into the hare's willing mouth, a little amazed at just how much the hare was turning him on.

"Mmmmm!" Bucky cried out muffledly as a fresh wave of thick cum flowed into his mouth. And, needless to say, he greedily drank it down. He paced himself so he would avoid trying to take too much and choke, but he took everything Al gave to him, helping to usher him into his new life of gluttony. But even a greedy hare can only eat so much in one sitting, and so finally Bucky could take no more or his stomach, the actual organ, would burst, and he took his mouth off of Al's cock, leaning his head back and letting the remainder of the cum shoot all over his upturned face and mix with the icing and crumbs in his fur.

Al grinned, seeing the green hare turn a little greener, knowing he stuffed Bucky to the max. Wouldn't his friends be surprised to see him when they needed him most, when the rest of them were getting as fat as this little porker underneath him? He rumbled happily at the thought and slid off of Bucky. "That will be enough for today, my little pig. When you get hungry again, let one of my men know and they'll, er, take care of you right away."

Bucky nodded slowly, licking his lips, tongue doing a complete circuit of his chops and getting as much cum, icing and cake crumbs as it could before retreating back into that greedy mouth. He hiccupped, belching again. The resulting noise was akin to a piggish snort. Fitting for the pig beneath Al. He tried to sit up, grunting, but couldn't, and flopped back down, panting. Soon, he knew, he would return to his friends, and betray them by feeding them Al's delicious carrot cake, ensuring that they, too, would become Al's willing slaves, eager to please their master in any way to get more of the irresistible treats he could give them, like good little piggies.

The End