"A new human has moved in, hm?" Tom Nook the raccoon mused aloud as his half-lidded blue eyes gazed upon one of several television screens, or telescreens, on the wall in front of him. Hidden cameras in every tree and building in town enabled Nook to keep tabs on everything that happened, thus spawning the motto that was permanently affixed to the town bulletin board: "Big Nook is watching you."
Right now, on the telescreen, Big Nook was watching a human boy as he stumbled out of a cab that was parked in front of the town hall.
"Such a scrawny little lad," the raccoon continued thinking aloud before picking up an orange from a huge crate that was stuffed with them. "He could certainly use some of these surplus oranges. But I'd rather keep them all for myself." With remarkable speed, Nook chomped down the entire orange, peel and all.
On the telescreen, the cab took off, and the human entered the town hall. Nook nommed another orange. On another telescreen, the human spoke with Pelly the pelican. Nook nommed another orange. On the first telescreen, the human exited the town hall. Nook nommed another orange.
"I suppose it's time for me to introduce myself, yes?" he remarked, getting up out of his chair. He looked down, then blushed. Apparently, those four oranges had distended his already-rotund midsection so much that the loose knot on his blue apron had come undone, and now his only article of clothing was lying on the floor around his footpaws. At least, that's where Nook assumed his apron was. Nook couldn't see his apron. Or his footpaws.
The rotund raccoon reached down, felt around for his apron, grabbed it, and refastened it around his wide waist. As Nook hurriedly waddled out of the basement beneath his store so that he could greet the human outside his new home, something occurred to the raccoon.
He liked outgrowing things.
A lot.
After saddling the human boy with a mortgage that he didn't request, Nook returned to his cranny and pushed a button on his cash register, revealing a hidden door with a ladder that led to the basement. As he descended, the raccoon noticed that, for the first time, his belly was pushing against the ladder's rungs, getting stuck on each one before pulling back and splaying onto the next one. Nook liked how much the resulting jostles made his paunchy chest shake.
After Nook's footpaws touched the floor, he headed straight for the crate of oranges, but along the way, he was distracted when he caught a glimpse of himself in a full-length mirror. When he had been descending the ladder, Nook could feel his moobs jiggle, but he didn't have a good view of them from above. Now, thanks to the mirror, Nook could see his bloated breasts jostling atop his battened belly. The raccoon glanced around to ensure that he was alone, then stuck out his chubby chest, admiring the way his bosom looked even bigger that way. Blushing, he placed one paw behind his bulbous head and the other on his hip, and proceeded to gyrate his hips, causing that bosom to lightly bounce up and down, slapping his stomach over and over.
Nook enjoyed repeating the process for several minutes, but eventually, he lost interest. He disliked the fact that his chest was light enough to briefly defy gravity by bouncing atop his abdomen. Nook wanted -huge- moobs-giant melons that would put any female's to shame and that would perpetually sag atop his vast stomach. And Nook knew just the thing to begin forming those melons: oranges.
The raccoon returned to the crate of oranges and resuming glutting himself, doing so at a pace that was even faster than before. Not one second passed between his swallowing of one orange and his stuffing the next into his ravenous maw. As Nook glutted, Nook grew. His belly bloated, muffin-topping against his apron before the knot came undone again and the apron ended up on the floor once more. If Nook noticed, he didn't show it. He just kept eating. He ate until his belly sagged nearly to his knees, thus obviating the need for any clothing to keep him decent. His gut grew larger just in time for it to serve as a small shelf for his battening breasts, wobbling like mad with each bite he took. Behind him, the raccoon's buttocks kept pace with his bosom, getting large and round enough to make his striped tail look rather stubby.
Once Nook emptied the entire crate of oranges, he turned his attention to another crate loaded with an exotic fruit from a faraway village: apples. He consumed apple after apple, core and all. Either the raccoon didn't mind the taste of the stem and the seeds, or his desire to gain outweighed the offense to his taste buds. Either way, Nook ate, and Nook expanded.
His belly grew enough to sag past his knees. The raccoon loved the sensation of his huge gut's pressing up against the fronts of his thighs, almost as much as he loved the feeling of his battening breasts' sinking deeper into his upper abdomen. His broad buttocks began obscuring part of his tail.
With a second crate emptied, Nook lumbered back towards the mirror. Along the way, he noticed that it was more difficult to move his heavy, lard-laden legs, while his knees kept jabbing up against his sagging belly. Once he reached the mirror, Nook admired how much his chest had grown. He placed one paw on either moob and then pushed each paw toward the other, making his extremities sink into those bloated masses of cleavage. He proceeded to move his paws in circles, making his breasts roil with ripples of flab. He blushed, but not as much as he had when he showed off in front of the mirror before. With his greater girth came greater confidence.
Case in point: although he briefly contemplated commissioning a plus-size outfit-or at least a larger apron-from the Able Sisters, he ended up dismissing the idea. "What's the point of having an apron made of cloth when I already have an apron made of blubber, hm?" he thought aloud. "Besides... I would only outgrow a new apron, like I did with the first~" he remarked, smirking a bit as he continued to massage his own chest. His eyes fixed on the image of those jiggling melons in the mirror. "I suppose it would be somewhat immodest to leave these uncovered... But it would be a crime to cover up such beauty, yes?" he rationalized. "... And it would also be a crime for these beautiful breasts not to realize their full potential." "One-hundred-thousand Bells." "Deal." "Pleasure doing business," smirked Redd the fox as he gave the heavy raccoon a heavy sack of money in exchange for a set of dinosaur bones.
Nook smiled as well as he accepted the money. The new human boy had sold the dinosaur bones for only five-thousand bells. The profit of ninety-five-thousand Bells would buy quite a lot of food for his burgeoning body. "Say, not that it's any of my business, but... I can't help but notice you've been putting on a few lately," Redd remarked as he pocketed the dinosaur bones. "More than a few~" Nook replied with a boldness that surprised even himself. "You got that right," Redd grinned. "I guess I can't call you 'that raccoon in an apron' anymore, what with you going in the buff... Anyway, you know who to call if you need more cash for groceries. Later, Lardbucket," the fox said before he climbed up the ladder that led out of the basement beneath Nook's Cranny.
Nook sighed as he watched Redd leave. The raccoon had been stuck in the basement ever since he had devoured two crates' worth of fruit. He did not dare test his luck by placing his immense weight on the ladder that led to the first floor-and even if the ladder held up, Nook would not be able to fit his great girth through the opening above. Nook had glutted himself into a ship in a bottle.
Luckily, Nook was still able to carry on his business through Timmy and Tommy, two young raccoons in his employ. Timmy had begun running the store, buying and selling goods, while Tommy had become Nook's gofer, running errands that the massive raccoon could not. Nook called Tommy to the basement. After the little raccoon descended the ladder, the big raccoon gave him the sack of money. "
Use this money to buy baked goods and have them shipped here. Also, pick up the fruits that have been sold to my other stores across the island," Nook directed, referring to the fact that each of the island's many villages contained one Nook-owned shop. "Yes, sir!" Tommy eagerly replied before dashing back up the ladder with the sack of money in tow. The little raccoon was so naive that he did not question Nook's choice to spend all that money on food when it could have been put toward expanding the tiny, cramped store-or at least installing a freight elevator so that Nook could get upstairs again. That thought had crossed Nook's mind, but he dismissed it for the same reason that he had dismissed the idea of getting a new apron: he would only end up outgrowing an elevator or a bigger store. Although Nook was stuck in the basement, he could at least monitor what was happening in town by watching the various telescreens on the wall. He passed the time watching the animal villagers wander around town while the new human boy searched for more fossils to dig up. Nook grinned.
More fossils meant more food. Eventually, on one telescreen, Nook saw Tommy drive a large pickup truck in front of his store. The pickup bed held six crates: three overflowing with various types of fruit, and three filled with all sorts of baked goods. Tommy exited the truck, entered the store, and called down to the basement: "I brought all the food, sir! Want me to bring it down one at a time?" Nook didn't respond right away. He was staring at the six crates full of food. His heartbeat quickened. It excited him to know that he was about to be so gluttonous, eating more food in a day than most animals ate in a month. No, it wouldn't take him a whole day-it would take an hour, tops. He was too eager to do anything but eat as fast as he possibly could. "... No. Just give me one minute, yes?" Nook called up.
He hurriedly waddled over to the mirror, and could see his huge belly and chest jiggling like mad. He repositioned the mirror so that it faced the ladder. Next, the raccoon lumbered to the ladder, grabbed it, yanked it away, and tossed it aside, leaving the opening to the first floor unobstructed. "Just drop the food into the opening one at a time, hm?" he ordered, positioning himself directly below the opening, in the spot where the ladder had been.
"Yes, sir!" Tommy responded, again without a hint of hesitation. He began ferrying back and forth from the pickup truck outside to the opening in the store, carrying fruits and cakes and pies that he simply dropped down into the basement. Nook was ready, his maw wide open, as food dropped directly into his gullet. It was gluttonous paradise. He didn't even have to lift a paw to feed himself; all he had to do was open, swallow, and repeat. In the brief interims when Tommy was walking between the truck and the opening, Nook admired his own bloating form in the mirror. He could see and feel that he was getting too big for mobility, dooming his chances of ever walking again even if he somehow managed to get aboveground again. He didn't care. He cared only about eating, growing, and enjoying his blubbery body. And so, Nook consumed with reckless abandon, not stopping or even slowing as his belly bloated so much that his footpaws lifted off the ground, suspended in midair by his own gut blubber. Soon, his legs were surrounded by a thick, circular layer of pudge that made his footpaws stick out perpendicular to the floor.
Up above, his moobs blossomed into giant melons that were each easily twice the size of the average animal villager. Their heaviness made them sink deeply into his upper belly, yet their size left plenty for Nook to admire in the mirror. With his paws freed from the task of feeding himself, Nook could continue to knead his own bosom, playfully sticking out his growing chest while using his paws to stir up an unending series of jiggles. He no longer blushed as he played with his chest. By the time that all six crates in the truck were empty, Nook was a bloated blob of brown blubber, so large that he would take up more than half the first floor if he were transported there somehow. Luckily for him, his basement had about triple the square footage. And Nook intended to fill every inch. Tommy drove the truck in front of Nook's Cranny again. Instead of being loaded with food-filled crates, the pickup bed was piled high with furniture, from tables and chairs to wall clocks and potted plants. Tommy exited the truck, grabbed a chair from the pickup bed, carried it inside the store, and called down to the basement: "Ready, sir?" Nook didn't respond right away. Tommy could hear very loud crunching noises, following by a deafening "UUURRRPPP!" that shook the entire store.
"Mmm... Is that you, Tommy? Perfect timing... I just finished an entire T. rex skeleton. I'm ready for more now. Do hurry, hm?" Tommy swiftly obeyed, dropping the chair into the opening. More loud crunching noises ensued. Tommy ferried back and forth from the pickup truck outside to the opening in the store, carrying all manner of furniture. Nook consumed each and every one, crunching into wood, plastic, and even metal as though it were cardboard. Nook's newfound ability to eat anything, edible or otherwise, was borne of days of practice. He had eliminated the middleman by consuming fossils and furniture instead of selling them and using the proceeds to buy food. As a result of the dramatic increase in the size and volume of what he ate, the raccoon had glutted himself into an unrecognizable blob that took up almost every square foot of the spacious basement.
His belly was a roughly oval-shaped collection of huge rolls that were pushing against three walls at once, growing upward to close the distance between his fur and the ceiling, obscuring the mirror and many of the telescreens. Neither of his moobs would have been able to fit inside Nook's Cranny. His breasts acted like vast pillows, flanking his chin-buried, constantly stuffed face. It was difficult for the raccoon to move his flab-surrounded arms, but even if they enjoyed full range of motion, they would not be able to reach even a tenth of the distance to the edges of his bosom. His butt pushed up against the wall behind him, forming cracks in the plaster. Before Nook knew it, the truck was empty, and Nook's gut was swollen by enough furniture to fill up an average-sized house in town. The raccoon scowled. That wasn't enough. He needed more. He ended up gazing upon the only pieces of furniture in the basement that he had not yet crushed or covered with his immensity: the telescreens. At least, the telescreens that weren't yet obstructed by his bloated belly. Nook began contemplating ripping them off the wall and eating them, but just then, something on one telescreen caught his eye. One of the animal villagers, a frog named Ribbot, was in his house, packing his belongings into boxes. Nook thought quickly. "Tommy!" Nook called up to the first floor, his many chins rippling with each syllable. "Go to Ribbot's house. Tell him that I want to give him a parting gift, yes?" "Yes, sir!" Tommy responded before bolting out the door. On the telescreens, Nook watched the little raccoon make his way through town. The great glutton's stomach grumbled in anticipation. Within minutes, Tommy led Ribbot into Nook's Cranny and pointed at the opening in the floor. From above, it looked pitch-black. "Nook-man! You downstairs, dude? I didn't even know you -had- a downstairs!" the frog quipped in an energetic voice. "Yes, I'm down here," Nook replied, doing his best to avoid using an ominous tone. "I saw that you're moving out, and I wanted to give you a parting gift, hm?" "Sweet!" Ribbot excitedly replied. "What is it? Protein shakes? Ankle weights? A new set of dumbbells?" the athletic frog asked.
Nook had to truly struggle to refrain from giggling evilly. "Hop down here and I'll show you. Don't worry. There's a soft mattress to break your fall, yes?" "Just like pole vaulting? Nice!" Ribbot did as he was told, simply jumping into the opening that led to the basement. The frog fell straight into Nook's open maw, which was directly beneath the opening. Before the relatively tiny animal had a chance to react, the monstrous raccoon swallowed him down, adding the frog's mass to his own. "Mmm... metallic, but not bad," Nook mused. His gaze returned to the telescreen that showed Ribbot's house, full of boxes. Boxes packed with furniture. Fattening furniture. "Tommy!" Nook called again. "Use the truck to bring me all the boxes in Ribbot's house.
Get my construction crew on the phone and tell them to dismantle Ribbot's house and bring every single piece of brick and mortar here. Then call Sonny and Don Resetti and tell them to tunnel around the basement to expand it. It's getting too cozy down here." Nook's business savvy had yielded an efficient and effective system of gluttony. Everything that was sold in any of his stores was shipped to his maw. Fruit, fossils, and furniture alike all ended up as more bloat in his belly and more blubber in his bosom. The Resettis tunneled around the basement to make way for Nook's skyrocketing width; by now, the basement had nearly doubled in square footage, and raccoon lard took up nearly all of the surface area.
His growth was fueled most of all by consuming animal villagers and their then-unoccupied houses. At first, Nook had contemplated eating only villagers who were going to move out of town, but, soon enough, greed overcame his sense of restraint. He began eating villagers who weren't paying off their mortgages fast enough for his liking. He began eating villagers who weren't selling enough items to his stores. He began eating villagers who committed "thoughtcrimes" by saying anything bad about Nook. For good measure, whenever he ate a villager (and his/her furniture and house), Nook took steps to remove all traces of the villager's existence. He ordered that grass be planted on the land where the house once stood. He ordered Tommy to collect every single photograph of the villager, every single letter that had been sent to or from the villager, and every record related to the villager at the town hall. Nook proceeded to put all of these documents into a "memory hole" (his mouth) and swallow them, thus rendering the villager an "unanimal"-a being who never existed in the first place. New, unsuspecting animal villagers moved into town to fill the void, and the process repeated over and over. This system of gluttony worked quite well for Nook. His moobs stretched into the size of large houses, and his belly swelled larger than the town plaza. The underground whale of a raccoon was most pleased. Eventually, however, a problem arose. A new store, called "Re-Tail," was built in town, and it was soon flooded with customers thanks to the fact that the proprietors paid for each item about twenty percent more than what Nook did.
The flow of items to Nook's maw quickly ceased. "So, Re-Tail thinks that they can muscle in on my racket, hm? They have another think coming," Nook mused aloud. He called to the first floor: "Tommy! Get Kapp'n on the phone and tell him to bring the transport helicopter here. Then call the Resettis and tell them to tunnel their way to me. Once you've done that, take Timmy and get a safe distance away from here. I'm about to eat us out of house and home.
Go hide in the town hall until I call for you again. Understand?" "Yes, sir!" Tommy replied, as unable to question Nook's motives as ever. After making the telephone calls, Tommy took Timmy and left Nook's Cranny, leaving the first floor unoccupied. That was Nook's cue. The raccoon lifted his chin-laden head upwards. He had consumed and grown so much that his own belly fat had buoyed his head close to the ceiling; and, with a bit of effort, Nook was able to lean upward and take a big bite out of the ceiling (or the floor of the store). Little by little, piece by piece, Nook ate the first floor and everything in it, from the display tables to the items for sale. Soon enough, without a foundation to hold them up anymore, the store's walls and roof collapsed, and Nook got to work eating them, too. Once they were gone, Nook was a head and series of chins sticking out of the ground where Nook's Cranny used to be-but he didn't stop there. He leaned forward and ate the layer of dirt between the ground and the basement, gradually exposing his huge body to sunlight for the first time in weeks.
Eventually, Nook had finally excavated himself, leaving his huge form filling a massive trench that used to be the basement. Right on time, a helicopter that was flown by a turtle buzzed overhead, and a pair of moles dug their way to Nook's trench. Kapp'n lowered from the helicopter a huge crane with a broad, sturdy belt attached to it. Once it was close enough to the ground, the Resettis grabbed the belt and tunneled underneath Nook's bulk with it. Once the belt securely surrounded the raccoon's mass, Kapp'n made the helicopter ascend.
The engine groaned in protest, as Nook's many tons pushed it close to capacity, but, slowly but surely, the helicopter lifted Nook out of his trench. Eventually, everyone in town-in fact, everyone on the entire island-could see a ginormous brown mass floating in midair. Nook's flab sagged dozens of feet beneath the belt while his enormity, many times huger than any building on the island, towered over the landscape. Despite feeling everyone's eyes on his bulk, Nook was far from bashful. To the contrary, he was proud. He took advantage of his captive audience by giving his huge chest a shake, setting off ripples in those mounds that not even the largest of houses could contain. He jiggled himself so much that the helicopter lost some altitude before struggling to ascend further. After Nook had his fill of showing off, Kapp'n flew the helicopter towards Re-Tail. Nook was so heavy that the helicopter continued to move slowly, thus giving Reese and Cyrus, the two alpaca proprietors, plenty of time to exit their store and see what the source of the buzzing noise was. Everyone watched with bated breath as the orca-like raccoon floated towards Re-Tail.
Once he was directly overhead it, Nook shouted: "Now!" Kapp'n released the crane, and gravity took over. From several feet above, Nook's enormity came crashing down on top of Re-Tail, completely flattening the building and obscuring every bit of the resulting debris. The entire island shook as though an earthquake had hit it. For miles around, villagers tumbled onto the ground, books fell off shelves, and some buildings even ended up tilted to one side. Nook was more thrilled than ever, and not just because he had just literally crushed his competition. Ever since his moobs had grown too large for his paws to reach all of them, he had had trouble jiggling his chest the way that he liked. That sudden slam to the ground made his bosom jostle like never before, shaking as though it had a mind of its own. It felt wonderful to jiggle like that, and it felt even better to know that everyone in town was watching him jiggle like that. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Reese shouted as she struggled to her hooves. "Yeah, what's the big idea, Fatass?!" Cyrus added as he did the same. "This is -my- town," Nook loudly declared. "Everything and everyone in it is mine to do with as I please.
Nobody defies me. Nobody." With remarkable agility for a being of his size, Nook leaned his mass forward, opened his maw cavernously wide, brought it down on the two alpacas, and gobbled them up. The raccoon leaned back and sighed in contentment, having enjoyed his latest meal. The contentment didn't last long, though. "Villagers! I have a new business deal to make with each of you," he shouted. "Starting now, there will be no more 'selling' of goods. I will no longer pay you for your items. Instead, you will just drop your belongings into my mouth. Your compensation? I will save for last those who bring me the most goods. I'll call it the 'Hungry Games!'" The greedy raccoon smirked and licked his lips, and his enormous stomach rumbled.
"Empty your houses of all furnishings! Clean out your dressers and bureaus! Feed me your clothes, your decorations, your Gyroids, everything! Keep nothing but your bug nets, fishing poles, and shovels, so that I can feast on every insect in the air, every fish in the sea, and every dinosaur bone in the ground! Chop down every tree in town and feed me both the trunks and the stumps!
Knock down every building, and feed me every brick! EMPTY THIS VILLAGE INTO ME! And hurry! I'M HUNGRY!" Nook fattened faster than ever after he crossed the line between shady business animal and demanding tyrant. He engorged himself on literally everything the village had to offer, from the biggest buildings to the tiniest fleas. He ate, and ate, and ate. He ate every house, the town hall, the post office, the museum, the police station, the clothing store, the shoe store, the boutique, and the cafe. Luckily for him, with buildings and trees disappearing into his maw, his body had plenty of room to grow. His gut stretched out across town, covering the river and crushing bridges. His moobs swelled until each was the size of a blimp. Nook took great pride in his chest's immensity, and made an effort to jiggle it nearly every waking moment. In an apparent show of mercy, Nook allowed the villagers to construct in the corner of town a ramshackle building that served as an overcrowded tenement that housed the villagers who fed Nook fast enough so that he did not eat them. Those dubiously lucky villagers slept in the building during the precious little time when they were not feeding Nook. To their horror, they realized that their work was their undoing; everything that they fed Nook made him bigger, taking up even more of the village, getting even closer to their makeshift home. Eventually,
Nook swelled so huge that his flab pushed against each of the three cliffs that bordered the village, forcing the villagers to climb over his blubber to reach the beach to fish for more food for him. For one of the villagers-the new human boy-that was the last straw. He grabbed an axe, clambered on top of the raccoon's gut, marched several acres, passed by moobs that made him seem ant-like by comparison, reached Nook's chin-buried face, and shouted: "I'LL KILL YOU, NOOK! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU ANYMORE!" Without a trace of concern, Nook replied: "You should be." And before the boy had a chance to react, Nook opened wide and swallowed him and his axe whole. "All of you will pay dearly for this transgression," he calmly declared. With great effort, and a terrible, loud sloshing noise, the raccoon of epic proportions rolled his countless tons forward, opened wide, and chomped down on the tenement in the corner of town. He chased it down by picking off the villagers who had been outdoors. Nook suddenly remembered how much he had enjoyed feeding himself. Sure, being fed and pampered was luxurious, but there was something exciting about just reaching out and taking food for himself. He had not known that feeling since he consumed Nook's Cranny... and now, his target was a lot larger. "This will certainly be faster than having those tiny little ants in the remaining villages feed me, hm?" he thought aloud before he opened wide and took a big bite out of one of the cliffs that bordered the village. The dirt and rock tasted unpleasant, but Nook wasn't eating for the taste. He was eating for the fattening effect.
Nook continued eating the ground itself, cutting a wide swath for himself to bloat into, until he finally reached the neighboring village. Without hesitation, he just kept on eating the ground.
Buildings, trees, and an entire lake's worth of water disappeared into his madly expanding gut. The villagers clustered on the far side of town, succeeding only in delaying their demise. Having destroyed two villages, Nook pressed onto the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. His gut rose into the sky and splashed into the ocean. Waves lapped against his blubber. His flab parted clouds. Each moob alone was as big as a village. Terra firma was ebbing away, and raccoon fat was growing. Nook ate, and ate, and ate. Eventually, Nook gulped the very last piece of land out of existence, then sat upright once again. Every single village, every creature and structure, and every clod of dirt were packed into that insanely giant belly. He had completely replaced the island, and had taken its place in being propped up by the undersea mountain below. Nook was his own mountain, bloated so vast that he could not see any of the ocean that surrounded him, and could instead see only his own fur all the way to the horizon.
Well, that wasn't completely true. In the distance, just above his belly-horizon, the raccoon could see what appeared to be a coastal city. Nook licked his lips, and his stomach rumbled. Those skyscrapers looked delicious.