"GAH!!"

"Oh hey Grizzled, had another dream that some alien warlord was taking over the city?"

"His name was Commander Hypaxxus-8 and it was no dream! The city I used to live in would have been a ghost town if the rest of the ADU didn't suddenly fatten up overnight."

Rookie just shrugged as she listened to the old detective ramble on about how aliens are real and how once he retires he plans to find Hypaxxus-9 and deal with them next. "Well do you at least know where Duke is? He's been late all week when he's always been the first one here."

"Hrrmpf, hell if I know. He's probably on some secret date. I know Wheeler's been seeing Ollie since he moved here and he's pretty much a whale now."

One might assume Grizzled was exaggerating, that is until the radical police chief waddled in, or at least he would have if he didn't get stuck through the doorway. His belly was already like a giant, flabby wrecking ball that knocked over anything and anyone who got too close. Of course Wheeler took pride in his massive belly, jiggling it around and calling it his natural padding. "Chief, don't you think you should lose at least a few pounds?"

"You really want me to give up my own built-in cushion, Bennett? Now when I wipe out I can just bounce back up instead of skidding on the ground!" Wheeler declared as he munched away on a chocolate bar. "Ollie and I checked out this new waffle house, it's the bomb."

The police captain just grumbled, it was the third time today he had to get Wheeler unstuck from a doorway and he was starting to get flustered from always pushing his fat booty. Once he finally popped out, Wheeler rolled himself to his desk and grabbed a box of doughnuts. "Dear god, I just hope Duke doesn't rub off on you."

The lieutenant in question thankfully was just three quarters of the way there, massive but not to the point where he needed a specially made uniform. He was waddling down a back alley with a large cake box, he would have loved to have eaten it all himself, but he wanted to save it for someone special. "Mm, putting on a few pounds there, Lawman?"

Duke jumped, only to calm down once he realized who it was. "Look who's talking." He smirked, watching as Snake rolled out of his hiding spot. "That new bakery, Sweet Dreams, makes irresistible treats. It took me half an hour just to get this cake with the lineup!"

"Is that so? Even better than my turnovers?" Snake teased, belly bumping his secret boyfriend. "It does smell mighty fine. Want me to feed you?"

The chubby cop blushed as they waddled into the abandoned warehouse the outlaw made into his home. Duke laid back on a mattress as Snake sat on his round, jiggly belly, the two sloshing together. "Like a pair of soft waves in an ocean of pure flab~ Open wide, my sweet piggy~" Snake purred, feeding his boyfriend spoonful after spoonful of the fudgy cake.

Just the scent seemed to cause the couple to bloat, the fatter they grew, the more they just wanted to eat and be lazy. Eventually they took handfuls of the cake and stuffed their puffy cheeks, moaning as their clothes began to tear up. Very soon they were nothing more than tattered bits of cloth on the floor, followed by even more flab covering up their limbs. "I can't believe being fat feels so good, I should have gained weight ages ago~"

"Like being surrounded by a soft, warm hug all the time. And an added bonus of cuddling you, lawman~"

But Duke and Snake weren't the only chubby couple in the city, it seemed like almost all the adults were round in one way or another. The fire department now needed a stronger drone for Buster to ride around on and Bob was easily able to calm down Clemmons by smooshing his round face into his soft gut. They also found out they could fill their oversized cheeks with water and spray wherever their hoses couldn't reach (although Mark did get concerned about how sanitary that could be, before stress eating an entire strawberry pie).

In the junkyard three more sumo sized citizens were hanging around. "I figured if I could become the fattest man in the city it would help everyone else not feel bad about gaining weight." Harl theorized. He was already a massive blob of a man, his legs barely visible under his thunder thighs and jiggly bubble butt. Although he was still nothing compared to Tread.

"Ha! Then I'll be even fatter than you! No one breaks the scale better than Tread Octane." The himbo declared with a loud burp. "I just ate a dozen chocolate cream pies and downed it with the new cookies and cream thiccshake!"

Of course the pair were interrupted by an even fatter blob rolling their way, none other than Harl's boyfriend, Tippy. "Mmn, I overheard your plans despite being surrounded by all this blubber. I was annoyed at first about my gaining affecting my ability to open doors, but there's just something about becoming immobile that sends shivers down my spine." He admitted.

Harl grinned as he flopped forwards onto Tippy's belly, giving his round cheeks a good kiss. "And you're even comfier than my old bed. Um, mind if I take a rest on you? Fattening up sure tires me out."

Who was the doorman to deny such an adorable blob? He purred as Harl sank slightly into his flab, each roll was like a blanket that enveloped such a titan of a blob. But even Tippy was still puny when compared with the city's mayor, Solomon Fleck.

He was so fat he was now taking up the entirety of city hall, not that anyone minded, they could all do their work sitting on his comfy, fat body. Fleck was also not discouraged from doing his own work. "That nice lady from Sweet Dreams gave me this headset which allows me to just say commands to my laptop. It's much more convenient considering the... Umm, state I'm in right now."

However not everyone was taken in by the new bakery, specifically the first deputy mayor, Carol. It took her a good five minutes just to climb the mayor's massive body and reach his flabby face. "I'm not so sure about this, I know she had a clean background check and passed all the health and safety regulations, but don't you think there's something a bit suspicious about all this?"

The blobby mayor turned as best he could to face her. "I'm certain it would be just as easy to lose this weight as it was to gain it. I hope so anyways." Fleck couldn't remember the last time he even saw his feet, in fact all that was on his mind for the past few days was just how much he could stuff himself with cakes and cookies until he felt sick. At this rate he might end up the new city landmark just for being the world's fattest man.

However it seemed he had every right to worry as a visitor came. "She didn't waste her time here." A bearded man sighed as he saw the blobs filling the street. "Excuse me, where's the mayor?"

Carol simply pointed to the mountainous Fleck. "He's gotten so fat we've had to install a forklift. What brings you to our city?"

"I don't have much time to explain, but we gotta get everyone to lose weight and fast. That bakery is owned by a nightmarish demon who would stop at nothing to turn all men into her personal playthings."

"Umm, okay?" The mayor groaned as he was soon eye to eye with the stranger. "But I am unsure of how I'll be able to become mobile again considering me now. Um, does this have anything to do with the Sumotember commercials that have been airing lately?"

"Sumos huh? She must be planning something bigger. Um, just call me Oswald."

"Alright, Mr. Oswald. Do you know the owner?"

"All too well.. She's a literal nightmare, as in she's a creature that lives in the dream world. But I guess she got tired of waiting for men to have junk food nightmares and is now seeking them out in the waking world."

"Is that so? Urrrp, where do you think she'll strike next?"

Oswald held out a long checklist, each listed with a different theme. "I can only hope the Night Bureaus can get to her first."