It was a busy, bustling night in Sahara Square, animals of all shapes and sizes clamoured to gain entrance to the grounds outside of the Palm hotel, the hub of the desert biome within Zootopia. The air was warm, but fairly tolerable compared to the daytime heat, allowing many of the less heat adapted mammals to tolerate the environment. Even still, stalls made a killing selling ice cold food and drink tha catered to all sizes of mammal, from the enormous elephant to the tiny mouse.

The reason for this level of activity was nothing other than a surprise concert by the much beloved singer Gazelle! Who had decided to perform a ‘special’ performance for her fans, with a ‘special guest’ appearing alongside her. 

Of course, it was no secret as to who this guest was, not after the trial of the century a few days prior; Dawn Bellwether, former assistant mayor, and temporarily full mayor of Zootopia had been formally charged with attempting to incite racial violence, usurping her mayoral position from Leodore Lionheart (whom had also been incarcerated following his unlawful confinement of the mammals under the effects of the night howler serum used by Bellwether and her ram accomplices, although he would likely get reduced time for his honesty and good behavior), and numerous counts of conspiracy and hate crimes. Her punishment should have been a very long time in prison, but surprisingly, Gazelle had pleaded for leniency for the miniscule ovine, citing a lot of pent up racial and personal issues that boiled over due to frequent mistreatment, and that to merely imprison her would deny her a chance of therapy and help to return her to society without stigma. The presiding judge felt that this was acceptable, and Bellwether was to be given a reduced sentence and therapy, on the condition that she accompany Gazelle on stage, for a reason that nobody expected.

Gazelle, it turned out, had quite the fetish for both smaller mammals, and fat

Bellwether didn’t know whether to be horrified or somewhat flattered that the pop diva would find her even remotely attractive, but, the idea of being fattened up disturbed her, surely she’d not make her too big…?

The sheep was sitting on a fairly elaborate chair upon the stage that Gazelle and her tiger dancers would perform on, still wearing her orange prison suit. Every time one of the tigers came close to her she felt a pang of fear, always assuming they wanted to harm her for what she’d done. But they never did, one even smiled at her. The tall, graceful singer that was Gazelle approached Dawn, a sly smile on her face, her hand placed on her wide hip.

“You ready for this?” she asked, her tone somewhere between playful and almost sultry.

“I-I-I guess...uh, why did you vouch for me, again?” Bellwether asked, still confused as to why someone would want to side with her after what she’d done, she felt like she did deserve the hatred after all.

“Nobody deserves to be treated like the bad guy. Even the bad guys, you had your reasons, they were bad reasons, but they were borne of feeling mistreated, looked down upon. I sympathise with you, I can tell that there is a spark of kindness within you, Bellwether.” Gazelle purred, putting a hoofed hand under the sheep’s woolly chin.  “Once this concert is over, I will personally see to it that you get help, not hatred.”

Dawn was lost for words. She could feel tears well up in her eyes, someone cared about her, actually understood how she felt. She bleated a cry and hugged into the antelope’s midsection, nuzzling into her belly fur and sobbing quietly. Gazelle smiled and petted her head, being sure to do it in a manner that didn’t discomfort her, as sheep were sensitive to their wool being touched by other species.

“Th-thank you...I, I’ll do this for you, if it means getting out of prison!” she sniffed, smiling, for once a genuine, happy smile.

“At a girl, now, get ready, the show’s about to start! I hope you haven’t eaten anything for a while~” Gazelle giggled.

Before Dawn could respond, there was an almighty clank as the entire stage began to rise up from itd underground prep area, the lights of the arena above began to turn on, the water fountains began jetting into the air around it, and the familiar backing beat Gazelle was known for began to play.

“Good evening Zootopia!” she shouted, to a deafening cheer, “Are you ready for tonight?”

Dawn glanced around from the chair she sat in, everyone was watching her, either sneering in disgust, booing, or somewhat neutral. She felt scared, but knew that Gazelle wouldn’t let any harm come to her. The singer gestured to someone, and her tiger dancers disappeared from view for a few minutes while she danced around, Bellwether couldn’t help but stare at the antelope’s posterior, its curvature and size, she blushed as she detected the faintest jiggle to it fro the movements.

“And give it up for y special guest this evening! Dawn Bellwether, who I know a lot of you may not like right now, but please give her a chance to redeem herself!” she pleaded, her charm and charisma seemed to woo the fans, who began to soften their expressions towards the ewe. “Because tonight, this little prey girl, she’s gonna join the ranks of you big guys, the hippos, rhinos and elephants!” 

Dawn spluttered, and realized that the tigers were back, and they’d brought a lot of trays and trolleys, loaded up with food! She realized what was going to happen now. She gulped, not realizing that Gazelle had planned for this much.

The song began to kick in properly, as Gazelle gestured towards her tigers, who danced and approached Bellwether with their food, smiling. As each one took a turn to cram assorted goodies into her tiny mouth, the lilting voice of Gazelle began to fill the arena

Oh oh oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh,

Dawn struggled to swallow a large piece of pie, as she twisted her head to the side to catch the singer starting up. Her belly gurgled, she could feel it bulge with every morsel shoved down her throat, her wooly stomach starting to ruck her orange shirt up, push her orange pants down.

You messed up tonight,
Your pants just lost their fight,
You’re getting so fat they won’t fit again,

Dawn’s belly gurgled and sloshed, she felt strange, like something was starting to expand inside of her, and she realized that she was growing; the food must’ve been spiked! Everything was blowing up, her belly, chest, thighs…

You’re getting round,
Belly sagging near  the ground,
I wonder what to feed you next,

A tiger with a plate of herbivore appropriate potato burgers approached the swelling sheep, offering her one bite by bite, every chomp and swallow expanded her more, she felt her chest begin to push out, her wool forming a cleavage that stretched her shirt out more, her stomach did indeed already sag downwards towards her knees, her buttocks swelled out behind her, wedging her into her seat.

With food that’s fried, you’ll get round and swell up,
I am surprised, didn’t think you’d grow this quick,

The chair Bellwether sat in groaned under the sheep’s growth, she could feel it buckle a little as her rear grew, her legs fattened up as we, meaty thighs replacing dainty legs, her arms bulked out too, her hooved hands explored the bulging belly she was rapidly developing, as well as the thickening neck that squished against her chest and chin.

I won’t give up no I won’t give in,
‘Til we reach the end then you’ll be fed again,
No you won’t leave, you’re gonna eat everything,
Even though you’ll be a whale,

A rattling belch escaped the sheep’s mouth as she pawed at her bulging gut, the chair collapsed under her with a loud crunch, leaving her to wobble in place upon her butt, her prison suit got tighter and tighter.

I won’t give up no I won’t give in,
‘Til we reach the end, then you’ll be fed again,
No you won’t leave, you’re gonna eat everything,
Even though you’re a whale,

The hot lighting coupled with the desert heat began to get to the sheep, her remaining clothing and her wool were beginning to be drenched in sweat, the onlookers were filming her, no doubt her expansion was going to be much talked about for some time. Gazelle danced close to her and gave her a wink, and seemed to eye her expanse up.

Oh oh oh oh oh, eat everything,
Oh oh oh oh oh, eat everything,
Oh oh oh oh oh, eat everything,
Oh oh oh oh oh,

SHRIIIIIP, Bellwether’s suffering outfit finally gave way and burst from her blubbery body, the sheep seemed to be getting taller as she ballooned from fattening, she tried to cover her woolly chest up but there was just too much sweat soaked breast to cover effectively, a luminescent blush it up her face as much as the lighting did. Gazelle seemed to blush too, slightly. Was there chemistry between them, Bellwether thought?

Look how far you’ve come,
We’ve filled your gut with love,
Baby you’re not done, don’t hold your breath,

Dawn’s stomach glorgled and gurgled, she felt momentarily ill, before another massive, bleat like belch erupted from her snout.

Don’t dare throw up, no way to run anymore, 
You weigh a ton but you look your best,

She caught the sultry smirk that Gazelle gave her with that line, there was definitely genuine interest in her! The stares and leering of the crowd no longer bothered her now, she felt oddly at least, like she was lulling into a state of contentment with her feeding, with Gazelle.

The antelope danced closer to her, and brushed a keratinous finger across the fold between two of her burgeoning belly rolls, feeling the softness of the wool covered fat. The sensation was electric to Dawn, who wiggled and thrashed her tiny tail around, not knowing that it’d feel so good to have her fat caressed like that!

I won’t give up no I won’t give in,
‘Til we reach the end, then you’ll be fed again,
No you won’t leave, you’re gonna eat everything,
Even though you’re a whale,

The tigers brought over more fruit and confectionery goods for the blob of a sheep, she licked her lips and welcomed them at this point, lost in the thrill of the moment and the gluttony she never knew she had until this. Gazelle looked back at her as she stuffed her face with their help, her body swelled more with fat, the stains of the food and the sweat made her appear more like an enormous, gross hairball than a sheep, but that didn’t matter to singer or feedee. 

I won’t give up no I won’t give in,
‘Til we reach the end, then you’ll be fed again,
No you won’t leave, you’re gonna eat everything.
Even though you’re a whale,

At this point, the enormous, naked globule of sheep that was Dawn Bellwether could barely even see, her glasses too fogged up and watery from perspiration, her limbs too heavy with fat to do much else besides accept the food stuffed into her. Her ass was now so large that it jutted out behind and above her like two enormous, once white but now yellowing from sweat, mounds of woolly jelly, with a tiny, flicking tail above them almost consumed into them. Her belly spilled out before her, stained with perspiration and food leftovers, big enough that a hippo could rest upon it comfortably.  Her breasts sagged to the sides, each one a heaving globe of fat which dwarfed even an obese pig in sheer size. Her face was squished up by enormously chubby cheeks, a neck roll as fat as a tire, and a lower lip which had plumped out into a thick, glossy mass. Her limbs too where near useless, hands and feet sucked into sleeves of blubber.

And she wasn’t done, she was still growing.

I’ll keep on feeding you all these cakes,

The tigers wheeled out a small banquet’ worth of cakes of many sizes and styles, Dawn’s belly growled and gurgled in fullness, and hunger.

I’ll keep on feeding them every day,
All these cakes,

The stage shook and groaned, Gazelle looked behind her to see that Dawn was now mindlessly gorging on the cakes, and was growing into such a formless mass of woolly fat that the stage was actually having trouble staying raised from her weight, she yelled something in Spanish to her tigers, who all lept from the doomed raise along with the singer, as with a crash loud enough to be heard in Tajunga, The small mountain of Bellwether belched as her flab was jostled by the impact, the cakes splattering everywhere, drenching her in icing and making her even more of an enormous slobby mess. She looked, well, sheepishly up at everyone, blushing redder than a tomato.

Gazelle wasn’t even fazed, instead, she merely picked the microphone back up, as well as a piece of cake that survived the fall, and began to step onto and over the expanse of fat, her hooves sinking into it with loud, moist squelching sounds from the slobbiness of her. She crawled up to the sheep’s flabby mouth, singing the finale of the song.

Oh oh oh oh oh, eat everything,
Oh oh oh oh oh, eat everything,
Oh oh oh oh oh, eat everything,
Oh oh oh oh oh,

The final cake slice was lovingly put into Dawn’s mouth, when she finished it and swallowed, she surged bigger with more ft, practically engulfing the crater she’d left, blushing brightly as she and Gazelle were eye to eye, looking at each other with something more than affection.

“Thank you…” Dawn burbled out, barely lucid from the tiredness and fullness she was experiencing. “For giving me a chance…”

“The pleasure’s all mine senorita, now, what say after this is over, we get you a nice pool, clean you off, and figure out how to get you some treatment...and a dinner date?” Gazelle said seductively, batting her eyes at the whale sized sheep

“Dinner date.” was the reply, after the deafening din of thunder that was Bellwether’s somehow still hungry stomach.

Try everything~