Bigger Bogo (Former Patreon Exclusive)
So this was a fun turn of events- back in July of 2021, Chief Bogo won our poll on our Patreon, Big Stories. (Check it out here for more stuff like this: https://www.patreon.com/bigstories) And xandromeda, one of our patrons, really loved the story- he commissioned me to write a sequel to the story, so to give context to that commission, I've decided to share the original story and picture that inspired it! Bogo and Clawhauser go on a long overdue date, which involves an excess of donuts- and Bogo, never having indulged before, doesn't really know to stop. Not that Clawhauser is complaining~ Enjoy!
If you want to read the story as a pdf, check out this link: https://www.dropbox.com/s/irrifm1cq.....0Bogo.pdf?dl=0
Art © silver-stag
Story © c'est moi
“Wait what?” Clawhauser stared up at his date, jaw dramatically falling open. “You’ve never had a donut before? Not ever?”
Bogo sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Clawhauser- Benjamin- take a good look at me.” The water buffalo gestured to his imposing, muscular physique. “Do I look like someone that enjoys fatty, fried dough with an excess of frosting?”
“Well they’re not all like that,” the cheetah offered lamely. “Some have jelly!”
“Uh-huh.”
The two made an odd pair; Bogo, the chief of police for Zootopia was a model police officer, tall, in peak physical condition, professional, with a spotless record. Benjamin Clawhauser, however, was short, rotund, soft, overly enthusiastic, and had long been regarded as mainly useful to the force as a glorified desk receptionist. And yet, despite the striking differences, the two were oddly drawn to each other; Bogo couldn’t fight the fact that Benjamin was, in a word, cute, and Clawhauser was just overawed that the intimidating, stone-faced police chief was as big a fan of Gazelle as he was. After much hemming and hawing, Bogo bent first, and had asked Clawhauser out to dinner. Secretly, Bogo was getting nervous; he had, in a moment of sheer absentmindedness, forgotten that cheetahs were carnivores. He had taken the pudgy feline out to his favorite restaurant, which had no carnivore options save for one; a rather sad looking soy and bug protein that was a dull grey color and the consistency of runny mashed potatoes. Clawhauser put on a brave face and finished it all, but Bogo knew he had hated it.
In a bid to save the date, the chief huffed. “Benjamin, why don’t you pick something for dessert? Still my treat.” He cracked a small grin. “Even if it’s donuts.”
The chubby cheetah lit up like a firework. “Oh! Then I know just the place, this guy’s got something for everyone!” He grabbed Bogo’s arm and tried pulling him along which, given the weight difference of a couple hundred pounds and the buffalo’s brawn, didn’t go very far. The pair found their way to Zootopia’s central district, where several trendy shops and restaurants capable of catering to as many of Zootopia’s citizens as possible lined the streets. Clawhauser, tilting his head to sniff the air and catch a whiff of something sweet, guided Bogo to a charming, old-fashioned storefront, with a hand-painted sign that read “Gideon Grey’s Good Eats,” and a motto in frosted letters along the window “Pies or donuts, day or night, we put something special in every bite.”
Bogo fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was all a touch too homey and kitschy for his tastes. But he looked at how his date’s eyes lit up, and he conceded.
“This place is the best! I came here because Gazelle tried his blueberry pie and uploaded it everywhere online. Now I can’t think of going anywhere else for my donuts!”
Bogo grinned. “Well, if Gazelle says it’s good…”
The pair entered, met with a large crowd and the hum of dozens of workers filling orders, moving trays, and decorating cakes, cookies, and everything else in between. “Oh!” Clawhauser’s eyes lit up with recognition as they neared the register. “The fox in the apron? That’s the owner, Gideon. He actually grew up with Officer Hopps! I bet they were great friends back then, he’s such a sweet guy.”
“Mhm,” Bogo tugged the cheetah close, giving a playful pat to the cheetah’s ample rear. “Just remember who you’re on a date with,” he said drily.
They were called up to the register, and a pudgy fox in a slightly dirty apron bounced his brows in recognition at Clawhauser. “Ah, hey, Big C! Welcome back. Now, don’t tell me- half a dozen blueberry glazed, half a dozen jelly-filled?”
“Oh! Hah- what? Noooo,” the cheetah nervously waved the suggestion off. “I could never eat all that on my own, haha.” He glanced up at Bogo, and then pushed the buffalo forward. “This, uhm, this is my, uh…”
The buffalo gently cut off the cheetah, holding out his hand. “I’m Bogo, pleasure to meet you. We’re on a date.”
“Oh! Well good for you, Big C,” Gideon winked, and then snapped his fingers. “Oh, wait! This is that big hunky boss o’ yours you were goin’ on and on about, isn’t he?”
“You know, Chief- uh- Bogo’s never had a donut before,” the cheetah said quickly, a blush rising into his cheeks.
Gideon stopped, glancing up at the buffalo again. Briefly, dollar signs shimmered in his eyes. Getting an endorsement from Zootopia’s police chief would be no small boost. “A cop that ain’t ever had a donut? Really? Well! We gotta fix that right away. What sorta flavors do you like, big guy?”
Bogo crossed his beefy arms, thinking for a moment. “I prefer light, subtle flavors- perhaps you have something that’s whole wheat, or multigrain?”
Gideon blinked for a moment. With some quick thinking, the fox hatched a plan to bring out his big guns. “Uh- y’know, I just remembered. Gideon Grey’s Good Eats is always happy to serve the boys- and bunnies- in blue, so first donut is on the house- why don’t I surprise ya, and see how you like it?” Before Bogo could turn down the offer, Gideon ducked back into the baking area, and reappeared with a truly decadent donut; a large, bear-claw sized pastry that was practically oozing rich chocolate cream and lathered richly with chocolate frosting, with white and dark chocolate shavings generously sprinkled on top.
“Newest hit we’ve had here, Death by Chocolate- you, uh- you like chocolate, Chief?” Gideon asked hopefully.
“...On occasion,” Bogo replied demurely. He glanced down to Clawhauser, who looked back up at him eagerly. “Well. It looks, uhm, delightful, Mr. Grey, thank you.” He took the donut in hand; it even felt heavy with sugar and fat. While the cheetah made his own order, Bogo drifted over to a table and glanced down at the monstrously rich pastry sitting there. He took one bite, and the buffalo sat up straight. It was overwhelmingly sweet, but only to a point; his teeth weren’t aching just by the sight of it, but the smooth cream and little bit of exotic touch from the white and dark chocolate shavings left him eager for more. The buffalo was already finished by the time that Clawhauser plodded over with three large, strawberry frosted donuts of his own.
“Oh, wow- Chief, you finished already? It’s good, right?”
“Uhm- yes,” Bogo grunted. He was eyeing Clawhauser’s donuts hungrily. “A nice little treat. I- I think I’ll just get some coffee to wash it down.”
The cheetah giggled softly as Bogo stood up, and called after the bovine. “You know, the crullers are really good for dunking! Oh, and if you get the extra large eclair, we can split!”
The date ended a couple hours later, after the two put away two dozen donuts. Gideon, giddy at the idea of hooking the police chief, loaded them with coupons, and one or two extras to take home. Bogo left Clawhauser with a courtly kiss on the cheek, and subtly loosened his belt; he had eaten a bit too much, but the buffalo reassured himself it had just been for Clawhauser’s sake. It had been a good date, and more would be on the way- he would just need to try different places.
Unfortunately for Bogo’s waistline, Clawhauser had different ideas. The cheetah felt there was nothing more romantic than sharing something sweet with his new beau, and made for certain he knew which of Gideon’s donuts Bogo had liked the best. Soon, Death by Chocolate donuts were left on Bogo’s desk every morning, packed in a little box and a handwritten note. The buffalo’s resolve and willpower seemed to crumble each day; he was coming to care for Clawhauser, and he couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings. But, with a large animal’s appetite to match his growing sweet tooth, the results spoke for themselves.
Months into their relationship, and Bogo was easily three times the buffalo he used to be. The formerly fit police chief was an inflated parody of his old self, his body dominated by a massive grey boulder of a belly that billowed out over the top of his chunky thunder thighs, spilling over his lap, and was in very real danger of making contact with the floor. Bogo had stubbornly refused to change his uniform, as his shirt sat limply on the crest of his belly and oversized lovehandles, only barely able to button over a doughy chest that looked like a pair of flour bags, the sleeves strained as his once muscular arms had inflated as well, with swathes of blubber.
“Snack break!” Clawhauser announced, bouncing into Bogo’s office with a dozen donuts. “Something sweet for my sweet,” the cheetah said in a sing-song voice, plucking a strawberry frosted donut on Bogo’s finger.
“Mm, thanks, Ben,” Bogo said, taking a huge bite out of the donut. “That hit the spot- I was feeling a little peckish.”
“Oh, I know!” the cheetah patted Bogo’s belly. “My big guy’s got a lot of room in the tank to fill.” Clawhauser himself had grown too, from all the dates and extra desserts; he wobbled with every waddling step, his belly bouncing and poking out of his shirt, but he felt practically svelte next to the Chief- not that he minded. He had become an excellent cuddler.
Still, something was nagging at the back of Bogo’s mind. He frowned, dimpling round cheeks that brushed down against his multiple chins. “Benjamin…” he began, glancing down as he squeezed a generous handful of fat overflowing from his flabby side. “Do you think I’ve put on a bit too much weight?”
The cheetah thought very carefully about what he was going to say. “Oh, well…” He began, slowly pulling away the box of donuts. “If you want to cut back, I can just leave these out for McHorn…”
“No!” Bogo said quickly, snatching up a chocolate donut before it got out of reach. “Uh, no- I don’t think that’ll be necessary. We’re still on for tonight, yes?”
“Mhm! Gideon says he’s got at least a dozen things for us to try- he says we’re his best customers, now that we’re eating like proper cops.”
“Well,” Bogo patted his belly, sending ripples down the grey, jiggly expanse. “I suppose we have to live up to stereotypes every now and again.”
If you want to read the story as a pdf, check out this link: https://www.dropbox.com/s/irrifm1cq.....0Bogo.pdf?dl=0
Art © silver-stag
Story © c'est moi
“Wait what?” Clawhauser stared up at his date, jaw dramatically falling open. “You’ve never had a donut before? Not ever?”
Bogo sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Clawhauser- Benjamin- take a good look at me.” The water buffalo gestured to his imposing, muscular physique. “Do I look like someone that enjoys fatty, fried dough with an excess of frosting?”
“Well they’re not all like that,” the cheetah offered lamely. “Some have jelly!”
“Uh-huh.”
The two made an odd pair; Bogo, the chief of police for Zootopia was a model police officer, tall, in peak physical condition, professional, with a spotless record. Benjamin Clawhauser, however, was short, rotund, soft, overly enthusiastic, and had long been regarded as mainly useful to the force as a glorified desk receptionist. And yet, despite the striking differences, the two were oddly drawn to each other; Bogo couldn’t fight the fact that Benjamin was, in a word, cute, and Clawhauser was just overawed that the intimidating, stone-faced police chief was as big a fan of Gazelle as he was. After much hemming and hawing, Bogo bent first, and had asked Clawhauser out to dinner. Secretly, Bogo was getting nervous; he had, in a moment of sheer absentmindedness, forgotten that cheetahs were carnivores. He had taken the pudgy feline out to his favorite restaurant, which had no carnivore options save for one; a rather sad looking soy and bug protein that was a dull grey color and the consistency of runny mashed potatoes. Clawhauser put on a brave face and finished it all, but Bogo knew he had hated it.
In a bid to save the date, the chief huffed. “Benjamin, why don’t you pick something for dessert? Still my treat.” He cracked a small grin. “Even if it’s donuts.”
The chubby cheetah lit up like a firework. “Oh! Then I know just the place, this guy’s got something for everyone!” He grabbed Bogo’s arm and tried pulling him along which, given the weight difference of a couple hundred pounds and the buffalo’s brawn, didn’t go very far. The pair found their way to Zootopia’s central district, where several trendy shops and restaurants capable of catering to as many of Zootopia’s citizens as possible lined the streets. Clawhauser, tilting his head to sniff the air and catch a whiff of something sweet, guided Bogo to a charming, old-fashioned storefront, with a hand-painted sign that read “Gideon Grey’s Good Eats,” and a motto in frosted letters along the window “Pies or donuts, day or night, we put something special in every bite.”
Bogo fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was all a touch too homey and kitschy for his tastes. But he looked at how his date’s eyes lit up, and he conceded.
“This place is the best! I came here because Gazelle tried his blueberry pie and uploaded it everywhere online. Now I can’t think of going anywhere else for my donuts!”
Bogo grinned. “Well, if Gazelle says it’s good…”
The pair entered, met with a large crowd and the hum of dozens of workers filling orders, moving trays, and decorating cakes, cookies, and everything else in between. “Oh!” Clawhauser’s eyes lit up with recognition as they neared the register. “The fox in the apron? That’s the owner, Gideon. He actually grew up with Officer Hopps! I bet they were great friends back then, he’s such a sweet guy.”
“Mhm,” Bogo tugged the cheetah close, giving a playful pat to the cheetah’s ample rear. “Just remember who you’re on a date with,” he said drily.
They were called up to the register, and a pudgy fox in a slightly dirty apron bounced his brows in recognition at Clawhauser. “Ah, hey, Big C! Welcome back. Now, don’t tell me- half a dozen blueberry glazed, half a dozen jelly-filled?”
“Oh! Hah- what? Noooo,” the cheetah nervously waved the suggestion off. “I could never eat all that on my own, haha.” He glanced up at Bogo, and then pushed the buffalo forward. “This, uhm, this is my, uh…”
The buffalo gently cut off the cheetah, holding out his hand. “I’m Bogo, pleasure to meet you. We’re on a date.”
“Oh! Well good for you, Big C,” Gideon winked, and then snapped his fingers. “Oh, wait! This is that big hunky boss o’ yours you were goin’ on and on about, isn’t he?”
“You know, Chief- uh- Bogo’s never had a donut before,” the cheetah said quickly, a blush rising into his cheeks.
Gideon stopped, glancing up at the buffalo again. Briefly, dollar signs shimmered in his eyes. Getting an endorsement from Zootopia’s police chief would be no small boost. “A cop that ain’t ever had a donut? Really? Well! We gotta fix that right away. What sorta flavors do you like, big guy?”
Bogo crossed his beefy arms, thinking for a moment. “I prefer light, subtle flavors- perhaps you have something that’s whole wheat, or multigrain?”
Gideon blinked for a moment. With some quick thinking, the fox hatched a plan to bring out his big guns. “Uh- y’know, I just remembered. Gideon Grey’s Good Eats is always happy to serve the boys- and bunnies- in blue, so first donut is on the house- why don’t I surprise ya, and see how you like it?” Before Bogo could turn down the offer, Gideon ducked back into the baking area, and reappeared with a truly decadent donut; a large, bear-claw sized pastry that was practically oozing rich chocolate cream and lathered richly with chocolate frosting, with white and dark chocolate shavings generously sprinkled on top.
“Newest hit we’ve had here, Death by Chocolate- you, uh- you like chocolate, Chief?” Gideon asked hopefully.
“...On occasion,” Bogo replied demurely. He glanced down to Clawhauser, who looked back up at him eagerly. “Well. It looks, uhm, delightful, Mr. Grey, thank you.” He took the donut in hand; it even felt heavy with sugar and fat. While the cheetah made his own order, Bogo drifted over to a table and glanced down at the monstrously rich pastry sitting there. He took one bite, and the buffalo sat up straight. It was overwhelmingly sweet, but only to a point; his teeth weren’t aching just by the sight of it, but the smooth cream and little bit of exotic touch from the white and dark chocolate shavings left him eager for more. The buffalo was already finished by the time that Clawhauser plodded over with three large, strawberry frosted donuts of his own.
“Oh, wow- Chief, you finished already? It’s good, right?”
“Uhm- yes,” Bogo grunted. He was eyeing Clawhauser’s donuts hungrily. “A nice little treat. I- I think I’ll just get some coffee to wash it down.”
The cheetah giggled softly as Bogo stood up, and called after the bovine. “You know, the crullers are really good for dunking! Oh, and if you get the extra large eclair, we can split!”
The date ended a couple hours later, after the two put away two dozen donuts. Gideon, giddy at the idea of hooking the police chief, loaded them with coupons, and one or two extras to take home. Bogo left Clawhauser with a courtly kiss on the cheek, and subtly loosened his belt; he had eaten a bit too much, but the buffalo reassured himself it had just been for Clawhauser’s sake. It had been a good date, and more would be on the way- he would just need to try different places.
Unfortunately for Bogo’s waistline, Clawhauser had different ideas. The cheetah felt there was nothing more romantic than sharing something sweet with his new beau, and made for certain he knew which of Gideon’s donuts Bogo had liked the best. Soon, Death by Chocolate donuts were left on Bogo’s desk every morning, packed in a little box and a handwritten note. The buffalo’s resolve and willpower seemed to crumble each day; he was coming to care for Clawhauser, and he couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings. But, with a large animal’s appetite to match his growing sweet tooth, the results spoke for themselves.
Months into their relationship, and Bogo was easily three times the buffalo he used to be. The formerly fit police chief was an inflated parody of his old self, his body dominated by a massive grey boulder of a belly that billowed out over the top of his chunky thunder thighs, spilling over his lap, and was in very real danger of making contact with the floor. Bogo had stubbornly refused to change his uniform, as his shirt sat limply on the crest of his belly and oversized lovehandles, only barely able to button over a doughy chest that looked like a pair of flour bags, the sleeves strained as his once muscular arms had inflated as well, with swathes of blubber.
“Snack break!” Clawhauser announced, bouncing into Bogo’s office with a dozen donuts. “Something sweet for my sweet,” the cheetah said in a sing-song voice, plucking a strawberry frosted donut on Bogo’s finger.
“Mm, thanks, Ben,” Bogo said, taking a huge bite out of the donut. “That hit the spot- I was feeling a little peckish.”
“Oh, I know!” the cheetah patted Bogo’s belly. “My big guy’s got a lot of room in the tank to fill.” Clawhauser himself had grown too, from all the dates and extra desserts; he wobbled with every waddling step, his belly bouncing and poking out of his shirt, but he felt practically svelte next to the Chief- not that he minded. He had become an excellent cuddler.
Still, something was nagging at the back of Bogo’s mind. He frowned, dimpling round cheeks that brushed down against his multiple chins. “Benjamin…” he began, glancing down as he squeezed a generous handful of fat overflowing from his flabby side. “Do you think I’ve put on a bit too much weight?”
The cheetah thought very carefully about what he was going to say. “Oh, well…” He began, slowly pulling away the box of donuts. “If you want to cut back, I can just leave these out for McHorn…”
“No!” Bogo said quickly, snatching up a chocolate donut before it got out of reach. “Uh, no- I don’t think that’ll be necessary. We’re still on for tonight, yes?”
“Mhm! Gideon says he’s got at least a dozen things for us to try- he says we’re his best customers, now that we’re eating like proper cops.”
“Well,” Bogo patted his belly, sending ripples down the grey, jiggly expanse. “I suppose we have to live up to stereotypes every now and again.”
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Bovine (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1075px
Bogo became huge and sexy, even outsizing fattie Clawhouser :3
Silver Stag prefers I take care of most of our joint Patreon projects when they're posted in public, as I write the stories and have been managing Big Stories longer.
Love how you wrote the buffalo getting chunky from donuts. And Silver-Stag drew Bogo so large with his girth bursting out of his clothes
Oh, Chief! Change those boxer shorts! Stripes or tartan are much more flattering!
The fatty and cute couple should grow up bigger and fatter and live together for live long and happy fat live style of the stereotype of a fat attractive cop.
I love Ben Clawhauser soo much~
even I would love to date that sexy cheetah guy & Bogo looks damn sexy and perfect as a big fatty Chief of Zootopia Police.
I love Ben Clawhauser soo much~
even I would love to date that sexy cheetah guy & Bogo looks damn sexy and perfect as a big fatty Chief of Zootopia Police.
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