Bugs Bunny achieves worldwide fame... then worldwide proportions.
* * * CHAPTER 1 - THE PICNIC * * *
"Thanks for inviting me to a picnic, Daffy!" Bugs Bunny smiled as he and his companion walked to a secluded area in Central Park, picnic baskets in hand.
"Thank -you- for joining me, Bugth~" Daffy Duck replied, spitting a bit as he spoke that last syllable. His picnic basket was much larger than Bugs's - so much so that Daffy needed to use two hands to haul it. "Boy, thith thing'th heavy..." the duck mumbled under his breath. "But it'll be worth it when I fatten that fool enough to thteal the thpotlight from him~"
"What was that?" Bugs asked as he set down his basket and spread a large blanket out on the grass.
"Oh, nothing," Daffy replied. "Now, have a theat! I want you to be nice and fat - er, nice and relaxthed~"
"Don't mind if I do~!" Bugs declared, sitting his trim frame down on the blanket.
Daffy set down his own basket, reached inside, pulled something out, and held it up to Bugs's mouth. "Now, open wide~"
Bugs's eyes widened. "Ooh, carrot cake! My favorite!" He was only too happy to open up and inhale the slice of cake in a few bites. Daffy smirked and produced another, which Bugs wolfed down in similar fashion.
Daffy smiled wider as his plan started coming together. As he binged, Bugs lost his slim physique and became soft and flabby. His flat torso sprouted a pot belly that sagged over a few inches of the picnic blanket. Similarly, his flat chest developed into a pair of moobs that were small, yet definitely noticeable. Behind him, his once-tiny butt started getting plumper, pushing up a bit against his cotton-like tail.
Something was wrong, though. Bugs wasn't getting upset - in fact, he gave no indication of even realizing that he was fattening up so much. Perhaps Bugs really was oblivious, or maybe he was feigning ignorance just to frustrate Daffy. If it was the latter, Bugs's plan was working - Daffy grew madder as Bugs grew larger. "Why isn't he reacting?!" the duck angrily thought to himself.
Furious, Daffy fed Bugs even faster - and the bunny's growth accelerated. Bugs's belly spread out until it covered the entire picnic blanket and was spilling out onto the grass. That gut grew so huge that Daffy was forced to clamber on top of it to keep feeding Bugs. The rabbit's breasts swelled way beyond the size of any female's, developing into two blobs that sagged atop his midsection. His tush was getting large enough to start obscuring his little tail. His legs thickened and got surrounded by so many layers of blubber that he could barely move them at all, let alone use them to move his immobile body.
By the time that Bugs ate the last of the food that they had brought, Daffy was exasperated. Bugs had to weigh at least half a ton, and yet he gave no signs of even noticing, let alone caring. "I've got to feed him more!" Daffy thought, and, on the spur of the moment, the duck stuffed the two empty picnic baskets into Bugs's maw. To his surprise, the rabbit ate them just as readily as he had eaten the cake earlier. A lightbulb appeared over Daffy's head. If Bugs could eat things that weren't even edible, then...
"Clothe your eyeth and open exthtra wide, buddy!" Daffy declared. "Have I got a great dethert for you!" As Bugs did what he was told, Daffy rushed over to a nearby oak tree. Fueled by adrenaline, Daffy clasped his arms around the trunk and yanked it right out of the ground. He then turned towards the immobile blob of bunny blubber, just sitting there with his eyes closed and mouth open. At that moment, Daffy resented him more than ever... and, with remarkable agility, Daffy charged forward like a champion jouster, holding the tree trunk as if it were a lance. "CHAAAAARGE!" he yelled as he leapt into the air and guided the top of the tree into Bugs's mouth. The oak tree shot straight down Bugs's gullet... with Daffy still holding onto it!
The bunny licked his lips as his bloated body battened even larger. He was now easily the size of an SUV, and completely immobile - he could not even wriggle his arms because of the folds of blubber that surrounded them. He contentedly licked his lips. "Ah, that -was- a good dessert... Thanks, Daffy!" He opened his eyes and looked around. "... Daffy?" Bugs then let out a belch, releasing a few black feathers from his mouth. He immediately realized what had just happened. "Gosh... Well, that's certainly one way to end a rivalry!" Just then, the rabbit's great stomach rumbled in hunger. "If Daffy was planning on making me even bigger, he's gonna get his way," he mused. "I have the feeling that I'm gonna get fatter... MUCH fatter~"
* * * CHAPTER 2 - THE TAKEOUT * * *
Being immobile, Bugs was unable to go get help - but, luckily, some passerby happened to come across the blob of a bunny. Using a borrowed cell phone, Bugs called a construction company and arranged to be taken back home. Luckily, he didn't live far away - in fact, his home was a penthouse in an apartment building that was right next to Central Park. It took quite a bit of effort - a crane was used to lift Bugs up off the ground, while a construction crew removed the floor-to-ceiling windows in Bugs's apartment. With Bug's flab sagging off the sides of wire ropes, the crane hauled the blobby bunny dozens of feet above the ground, crossing Fifth Avenue before guiding him through the now-empty window panes in his top-floor apartment. The construction crew then reinstalled the windows, leaving Bugs stuck inside like a ship in a bottle.
Bugs thanked the crew members, told them his credit card number, and allowed them to charge not only the amount of their invoice, but also a very generous tip. The grateful crew members asked whether there was anything else that they could do for Bugs. He mischievously smirked. "As a matter of fact, there is. Go to every food-delivery place you can find in Manhattan..." His stomach rumbled. "Actually, make that every food-delivery place you can find in all of New York! And tell them to bring as much takeout as they can carry here. And tell them to hurry, I'm hungry!"
The crew members did as they were told. Soon, there was a traffic jam on Fifth Avenue as delivery people double-parked and rushed upstairs to deliver armloads of deli sandwiches, Chinese food, and other takeout to Bugs. There was a line that stretched from Bugs's front door, passed nine flights of stairs, went out the front door to the apartment building, and stretched around the block. Restaurants everywhere were eager to seize upon the new business opportunity, and Bugs was just as eager to eat up whatever they had to offer. He ate until he fell asleep in the late hours of the night, then woke up the next morning and resuming glutting during every waking hour. This repeated the next day, and the day after that. Days turned into weeks, and Bugs's binging never stopped, or even slowed.
As if he weren't fat enough already, Bugs's girth increased exponentially. His belly swelled most of all, forcing delivery people to clamber over more and more bunny blubber to dump their armloads of takeout into that greedy gob. His breasts bloated until each was the size of a car, perched high above the floor thanks to his plentiful midsection. And his butt spread across the carpet until it pushed up against the windows behind him. At one point, his belly and moobs were pressing up against the ceiling, and his behind soon followed suit.
The delivery people were finding it harder and harder to get food into the rabbit's maw - but their job was made easier by the fact that Bug's body eventually burst through the ceiling, leaving his bloated form exposed to sunlight by day and moonlight by night. The delivery people were then able to take the stairs up to the roof, where they were able to walk over the part of Bug's belly that was sticking out of the hole in the roof and dump takeout into his mouth. As Bugs's body expanded, so did the hole. More and more rooms in his penthouse were flooded with bunny blubber, and, eventually, Bugs's belly burst through the wall between his apartment and the hallway. Meanwhile, the windows behind him could no longer hold up, and his butt burst through, causing shattered glass to rain onto the sidewalk below.
By now, Bugs had become a local media sensation. News vans and throngs of curious New Yorkers regularly joined the weeks-long traffic jam on Fifth Avenue, looking up at the pair of jiggling buttcheeks steadily sagging lower, soon covering up the ninth-floor windows. A news chopper hovered overhead, getting a bird's-eye view of how more than half of the roof was gone, replaced by a lake of white belly topped by two dome-shaped moobs. Eventually, the chopper was able to capture even more of Bugs's bloating body when the sides of his gut and butt smashed through the walls on either side of him, leaving his lard sagging off of three sides of the apartment building.
Once Bugs's expansion had destroyed every part of the roof except for the stairwell in the corner, the delivery people got really nervous. But as long as the money flowed, so did the food. Bugs kept eating and eating and eating for days on end, until, finally, the inevitable happened. The creaking floor beneath him could no longer support him, and Bugs's huge body smashed through the nine stories beneath him, ending up blorping onto a pile of debris with a ground-quaking SMASH!
As his blubber rested where his apartment building used to be, Bugs was utterly unrecognizable. Each mass of fat that surrounded his appendages was the size of a van. Even larger was the circumference of the many neck rolls that surrounded his now-tiny-looking head. His buttcheeks were covering the sidewalk and were pressing up against (and towering over) parked cars in the street. Each moob was the size of a train car. Biggest of all was his belly, which was at least two stories high and was twice as wide as it was tall. And in spite of having already gotten so huge, Bugs said only one thing:
"More, please~"
* * * CHAPTER 3 - THE CITY * * *
Bugs did get more, despite the fact that his growth shocked people everywhere. Ironically, even though Daffy had started fattening Bugs in the hopes of stealing the spotlight from him, Bugs's new size brought with it a new level of fame. What started as a local media sensation turned into the subject of national news.
Bugs took advantage of the augmented celebrity that accompanied his augmented size. When asked during a television interview to explain his insatiable gluttony, he replied: "What can I say? I'm just a fat, cute lil bunny who loves to eat!" He then made puppy eyes at the camera. Viewers responded favorably; soon, Bugs had built up a large amount of goodwill, which came in handy as he caused destruction beyond his apartment building during the coming weeks. His butt bulldozed several parked cars, bloated across Fifth Avenue, and started encroaching into Central Park, while his belly started smashing into other buildings on the block.
As Bugs's body expanded, so did his appetite - and the range of things that he was willing to eat. As delivery people used ladders to climb atop his belly, Bugs told them to simply dump their takeout, containers and all, into his maw. He ate up paper boxes and plastic bags, and opened wide for more. And as his massive belly crushed more and more brick walls, he hired the construction crew to dump the resulting debris into his maw, thus causing his gut to expand and crush more... it was a vicious cycle with no end in sight. All kinds of furniture and appliances from the buildings on the block ended up going down his gullet.
After about a month of filling up on takeout, debris, and other inedible objects, Bugs's belly was filling up an entire block, and his butt was taking up nearly as much space in Central Park... but he wanted more. He didn't just want more to eat... he wanted more kinds of things to eat. With a tiny part of his vast financial resources, Bugs purchased both the Central Park Zoo and the Bronx Zoo, then had all of the animals airlifted right into his mouth. Lions and tigers and bears all became meals for the greedy glutton. Bugs especially enjoyed gobbling up elephants, from the first moment he felt that rough hide against his lips to the point when he slurped up the trunk as though it were a strand of spaghetti.
Enamored with the taste of live animals, Bugs next decided to buy every cattle farm in upstate New York, and he had each one of their livestock airlifted right to his maw. Hundreds of trainloads' worth of cattle made their way to the bunny's belly - so many that, even though he was eating during every waking hour, Bugs took an entire week to devour them all.
Throughout that week, Bugs's growth intensified. His belly expanded across the streets that surrounded his block, crushing more cars on its way to crush more buildings. This created even more debris for the construction crew to feed him in between his nommings of cattle. Meanwhile, his behind grew more than halfway across the width of Central Park, and the left side of his left cheek pushed up against the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Each of his breasts was about the size of a third of a city block, sprawling across the top of that gigantic gut of his.
After Bugs slurped up the last cow's tail, he burped and realized that he was still nowhere close to being satisfied. He purchased every single cattle farm in the Mid-Atlantic and New England, and continued gorging on bovines all day long. He ate steadily, but it still took him about a month to devour all that livestock. His girth reached new heights, in every sense of the word - his belly rose up as tall as the buildings that it was demolishing. It eventually covered four entire blocks - the one where his apartment building had been, and each adjacent one. Then it splayed into the blocks adjacent to those, to cover a total of nine - a sizeable chunk of the Upper East Side. Each of his moobs was the size of at least a couple of blocks, and constantly jiggled as they rested dozens of feet above the ground. Meanwhile, behind him, his butt was getting closer and closer to the far side of Central Park, and his left cheek, after covering most of the roof and splaying more than halfway across either side of the building, finally demolished the Met. After a television reporter confronted him about destroying such a significant landmark, Bugs replied that his growing girth was a bigger tourist trap than any museum had ever been. And it was true - people from all over the world were visiting New York to see the spectacle that was the bunny's bloating body. And so, thanks to the increased tourism that Bugs brought, New Yorkers acquiesced in his steady expansion over more and more of Manhattan.
Eventually, however, Bugs's destruction expanded beyond Manhattan. His great belly splayed across the East River and began demolishing edifices in Queens. Each of his moobs was about the size of Rikers Island. His butt covered the far end of Central Park and began bulldozing buildings in the Upper West Side. His blubber would push up against short buildings and mighty skyscrapers alike, splay across their sides, and then either smash through or knock the tall edifice over, leaving even more debris for him to consume.
Months later, once Bugs had devoured every single cow from thirteen States and hundreds of buildings' worth of debris, the bunny was utterly enormous, covering the entirety of New York City. His gut splayed across every part of Queens and was encroaching on the rest of Long Island. Brooklyn and the Bronx were also submerged under bunny belly blubber. His butt had crossed the Hudson River and was occupying quite a few blocks in New Jersey. And each of his breasts had as much square footage as Manhattan did.
Despite the fact that he had outgrown the biggest city in the Western Hemisphere, Bugs was still not sated... and, unfortunately for the rest of the world, he was still determined to find satisfaction.
* * * CHAPTER 4 - THE GLOBE * * *
Insisting that he was incredibly thirsty after eating so much, Bugs arranged for the construction of the world's biggest straw, which was more like a pipeline by the time it was made. The straw stretched from his mouth, all the way across his belly, into the depths of the Atlantic Ocean several miles off the shore. "I just need a little drink," he told reporters who stood atop the lard near his head. Then Bugs wrapped his lips around the straw and sucked. And sucked. And sucked.
Dozens, then hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands of gallons of water made their way down Bugs's gullet. And as he chugged, his growth exploded. His belly covered the rest of Long Island while its left side encroached on Connecticut and its left side bloated into New Jersey. His butt expanded into Pennsylvania. Each breast was bigger than Rhode Island.
Across the globe, sea levels dropped as Bugs engorged himself on sea water. Coastlines receded and oceans shrank. Bugs sucked on his straw until his belly pushed the other end out of what remained of the water. By that time, the bunny was taking up a great part of the Northeastern United States, as well as the great basin that had replaced the Atlantic Ocean's outer reaches.
Bugs let out a mighty "UUUURRRPPPP!" that resonated throughout the planet. Earthquakes ensued everywhere, but that was only the start of the world's troubles, because Bugs licked his lips and mused: "I could still eat." And so, with the sound of billions of megatons of blubber sloshing around, Bugs rolled onto his right side, maneuvered his mouth close to the ground, and took a big bite of dirt. And he ate, and ate, and ate. He ate grassy plains and thick forests. He ate concrete streets and brick buildings. He ate millions and millions of people. To him, it was all just more food.
His bloated belly, perched on its side, rose up to pierce through the clouds and go beyond the atmosphere, while his underbelly started flattening eastern Canada. He ate his way down the East Coast of the United States, then started gobbling his way westward. Each of his breasts was a hulking, jiggling, vast blob the size of Alaska. Yet, Bugs was still not done.
The rabbit had soon consumed (or at least covered with his blubber) most of North America, and he ate his way to the south. After consuming the warm lands that made up South America, he found a nice, cold dessert in the form of Antarctica. By then, Bugs was covering up nearly half of the planet that he was consuming. He started digging his way past the surface, crunching on the earth's crust and tectonic plates before moving on to its deeper layers. He slurped up the molten core and ate the rest of the world from the inside out, ending up a huge, rounded blob orbiting the sun. He relished the fact that each of his breasts dwarfed the moon that was orbiting around him.
After Bugs licked the last bits of the earth from his lips, he looked at you.
"Well, what did you expect in a vore story? A happy ending?"/pre