The crimson morning sun shone into the wide open Zootopia Police Department as it’s occupants moved around getting ready for their day. Administrators were hanging around the coffee machine chatting about what they had done on the weekend, and officers were entering the briefing rooms ready to get their cases for the day. Benjamin Clawhauser, the obese cheetah receptionist, was preparing for his day with a box of 24 extra large glazed doughnuts and a supersized chocolate thickshake. “Mmm oh jeez i’m gonna destroy these!” he gleefully remarked as he started to pull the box open, only to be stopped by the soft sound of suppressed sobbing. “E-Excuse me sir…” a quivering feminine voice said from the other side of the desk.


A lone otter, wearing a long pink, knitted coat and a pair of jeans was standing at the base of the front desk, her eyes bloodshot from a night of crying and a single photograph in her paws. “P-please,” she stammered, tears welling in her eyes.


A soft huff sound came from behind the wooden wall and suddenly the clawhauser appeared over the top. “Good morning miss! Is there a problem… Ohhh you look terrible.” He said looking down at her concerned. 


The distraught mother sniffled and took in a deep breath. “M-My husband….He didn’t return last night. It’s so not like him. He would never-”


“Aw I’m so sorry to hear that,” Clawhauser interrupted. ”But I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’m not on the clock yet and I was just about to have breakfast. I’m afraid you’re gonna have to go and wait for half an-”


“Oh please no sir! Every minute we wait something terrible could be happening to him. Please just direct me to an officer who can help or something! I...I don’t know what I’m going to do without my husband.” She bursted out as the tears began to flow forth once more, trailing down her dried out cheeks and splattering the soaked photo as she broke down.


“Oh no no, come on now.” Ben said in a soft comforting voice, looking around at the other officers as he tried to placate the hysterical woman. “Ok look there is one thing I can do. But I’m gonna need you to come in and answer some questions alright?”


This brought the Mustelidae back from her grief momentarily and she weakly nodded. “O-O-Okay.” 


“Alright. Follow me sweety. We’ll get your hubby back in no time.” He said with a warm smile as he pushed his chair back and walked around from behind the desk. 

Mrs Otterton was kinda shocked when she saw him waddle up to her. She had assumed he had been padded from what she saw behind the desk but she had clearly underestimated. The cheetah’s uniform strained to contain the enormous belly and pair of tits that the effeminate feline sported, to the point that half the buttons on the shirt were left undone just to stop the top from ripping. 


“Come along with me cutie. We’re going to go see the man in charge here.” He said as he twirled around and started to lead her towards the offices. His ass was huge, nearly as big as his belly and the two fatty pillows wobbled like gelatine with each of his clumsy steps.


As they wandered into the main office Mrs Otterton noticed everyone around was staring at them. People in their cubicles looked over their dividers and stared at the couple while officers shuffled uncomfortably at the sight of them.


She crossed her arms as she tried to shrug off the looks. They probably rarely saw people back here this early. 


Suddenly Clawhauser stopped in front of a door. Mrs Otterton tried to get a look at it but the receptionists wide derri eir blocked her view. The cheetah reached out and knocked firmly on the door, flicking his hand back flamboyantly after the final knock.


“God damn it who is it now?” A deep voice rumbled from inside the room. The occupant began walking towards the door, the deep sound of his heavy footsteps only growing louder until he eventually opened the door to reveal the silhouette of a huge buffalo. “I’m neck deep in paperwork so it better be- Oh! Oh it’s you sir. I’m so sorry for talking back.” The gruff male’s tone changed the instant he saw clawhauser, his face contorting into an uncomfortably forced smile.


“Hey baby! I’ve got a sweet little Otter here who has a missing hubby. You mind if we use your office?” Clawhauser asked with a sly tone.


“Yes yes of course! Come in sir! Might I add how stunning you are looking today!” The buffalo added, wincing as he stepped back and opened the door for the two.


“It’s appreciated beefcake.” he responded, strolling into the room swinging his enormous hips from side to side. 


The wife followed behind him into the room. She finally got a much better look at the owner of the room. It was Chief Bogo. The chief was dressed in his usual officer’s shirt, but from the waist down, all he had on was a hot pink thong. The Tight underwear could barely contain his enormous bulge, which was contained in an uncomfortably tight looking cock cage. 


The dumpy cop suddenly reached out and spanked his superior right on the ass. Bogo yelped and then began to giggle uncomfortably. “Hehe I’m glad my ass is to your liking sir.” The bovine said as he closed the door behind them and flipped over the lock.


“Come take a seat sweety and we’ll get down to business.” Ben said as he sauntered around bogo’s lavishly furnished desk. The chief hurried around and pulled out his seat, just in time for the fat cat to turn around and plump his enormous ass into it. The chair groaned under his weight immediately and whined as he turned it so he could face Mrs Otterton.


Uncomfortably, she pulled out the seat on the other side of the desk and sat herself down, looking up at Bogo as he stood next to his subordinate with his hands behind his back, still putting on that fake smile. “S-So y-you’re in charge?” She asked Benjamin.


“Sure am babe.” Clawhauser said, his face now painted with a smug smirk. “Now we’ve got something to talk about do we not?”


“Oh-oh-ok the last place I saw my husband was-”


“Honey honey honey honey honey honey….. First we need to talk about motivation.” 


“Motivation?” She asked, looking up to Bogo searching for some kinda clarification.


“Motivation for me sweety. Did you forget you interrupted my breakfast for your big sob story? Now I won’t lie I’m pretty mad, and rightly so isn’t that right buttslut?” He said, looking up to Bogo.


“Oh y-yes master! It was really rude of her to interrupt your meal!” The chief responded.


“Good boy. For that I’ll turn you up to level 4.” Clawhauser said as he suddenly produced a small black remote with several buttons. He pressed the 5th one from the bottom and suddenly his boss squealed.


The otter shuddered and looked away, staring at one of the empty corners of the room. “I’m sorry I interrupted your breakfast sir but please…” She turned to face him, “I need to find my husband.”


The feline puffed out his lips and stared at her for a few moments, obviously pondering her request. Eventually he moved, leaning back in his chair. “Well, You would need to make it up to me first. After all why should I help you after what you’ve done to me?”


“I...I’ll do anything if it helps me find my husband. Just tell me please!”


“Anything?” He asked while he licked his black lips.


“Anything! Just tell me.” She promised, on the verge of breaking down again.


“Take off your clothes honey.”
“Wh-What?” She stammered, slightly shocked despite the lewd display Bogo provided.


“Take that coat off and anything you have underneath it now. If you don’t I could always just tell you to go find your husband on your own.” He said with a smug grin.


Mrs otterton cringed as tears poured from her eyes again. Was she really about to do this? What would her husband think? Her husband. Where was he right now? How much danger was he in? As her thoughts drifted back to him she only felt her grief amplify. The only way she would ever seen him again would be by complying. 


Reluctantly she began to take off her coat, undoing the single front button she pulled her arms out of her sleeves and let the coat fall over the back of the chair she was sitting in. She blushed bright red and bit her lip as she sat there, her chest bare allowing the two men to see her supple B cup breasts and perky teats.


“Hmmmm you’re a bit flat for a milf. Come on sweety, off with the pants now.”


She muffled her sobs as she pushed her chair back and stood up. She wedged her paws under the waist and hurriedly pulled them down around her foot paws, leaving only her panties on. 


“Holy cow those are some nice hips, but you know that I’m not gonna let you stop there cutie. Off with those panties and then bend over and give us a look at that cute snatch.”


She closed her eyes. Oh god he was going to make her go all the way. She had no choice. She hoped her husband would forgive her. 

She kept her eyes closed, thinking about her loving Mr Otterton as she slowly turned around and bent over, presenting her fat rear to the couple while she tucked her fingers underneath her laced panties.


She tenderly pulled the garment back, letting it drag over her cheeks as she removed her last line of defence. She raised her tail and let her panties drop around her feet, with this she reached back and grabbed her fat cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal her surprisingly plump lips and her virgin anus.


“Golly! Look at the tight little star! It looks like it’s never been touched, and oh my I wanna get me a piece of that plump front butt! You look delicious.” Clawhauser said eagerly, licking his lips as he leaned forwards on the table. “Now come over here honey and take my pant’s off.”


“P-Please sir…. I don’t want this.” The exposed female whimpered, though she stood up straight and trudged her way around the table, standing next to the receptionist.


“Awww that’s a shame Hon, but I don’t care if you want it or not. If you ever want to see your little hubby ever again you’re going to do whatever I want. Now get on your knees.” The slob said as he spread his legs out.


Defeated, Mrs Otterton slumped down to her knees and gingerly raised her hands to the swollen bulge that was Mr Clawhausers crotch. She undid his belt and gave it some slack before she moved to his zipper and reluctantly pulled it down. 


His fly parted soon after and revealed the ample fupa beneath. His musk wafted out and infiltrated the poor mustelids nostrils, giving her one more reason to tear up. Mrs otterton retched in response and grabbed her nose, trying to block out the salty smell.


“Smells good doesn’t it babe?” the feline said mockingly as he lifted up his legs. “Hey beefcake? Get out your phone and start recording this.”


“Oh y-yes of course sir! Right away sir!” Bogo replied as he quickly pulled his smart phone out of her pocket and moved around to get a good view.


She shuddered and pulled on his tight navy trousers, pulling them straight off before she dumped them on the floor. Bens lower half was left clad in only an insanely tight purple G-string that was nearly swallowed by his belly and fupa.


“Nearly there babe. I’ll do you a favour and do the shirt myself.” He chuckled as he shifted his position downwards as he started unbuttoning his shirt, lifting his legs into the air so his victim could pull off his underwear.


The otter cringed and reached out, grabbing his sweaty thong by the straps. She pulled back on the garment slowly, looking away as she pulled it up and over his legs, revealing his chubby dick and the puffy scrotum that accompanied it. 


His dick was short by cheetah standards, only about the size of Clawhauser thumb if not a bit thicker. In addition to this it was covered in dozens of tiny barbs and smeared with thick globs of smegma due to months of not washing it.


“Mmmm isn’t it impressive! I mean it isn’t as big as beef cakes but who cares? I was the one who got to knock up his wife.” He said as he pulled his shirt off and threw it away. 


He reached down and placed his soft paw on the back of Mrs Otterton head. “Now give me a good ring licking to get my engines purring.” He said as he pulled back, forcing her face into his dripping ass cheeks.


The woman tried to struggle against him as he forced her between her buns but she was too weak. His hairy greased up crack swallowed her face hungrily, enveloping her in a pungent salty bath of ass sweat.


She let out a muffled cry as she felt her lips press against his stretched out anus, reeling in disgust as she was forced to kiss it. Swallowing her pride, she timidly parted her lips and poked her mouth, brushing her tongue against his anus.


“Mmmm there we go babe that’s the stuff. Get right on in there!” Ben moaned as he wiggled his hips and ground her face even harder against his butt.


Mrs Otterton shuddered and pushed her nimble muscle deeper into his whole, twisting and brushing it all around his wrinkly ring. All she could smell at this point was his salty musk. The animalistic scent was doing weird things to her body, her coherence was slowly dissipating while a weird warmth was building up in her core.


“MMMMNGG oh yeah honey! I’m so hard right now!” He whined, wriggling around even more now. “Oh shit I think I feel something coming! Take in a deep breath!” The cat’s belly began to growl ominously right after his warning and he tightened his grip around her head preventing her from pulling away. Moments later an enormous fart burst from his gaping ass, blasting poor Mrs Ottertons nostrils, displacing the oxygen from her lungs as it was replaced with his rancid stink.


Mrs Otterton gagged and fell back as once the fart was over Clawhauser released her, allowing her to fall to the ground and cough up his rancid ass gas. “Oh God…. that was awful!” She spluttered.


“Seems like your body disagrees sweet heart.” Benjamin said mockingly, pointing at her crotch. As she looked down she noticed that her folds were now hot and dripping wet with arousal, arousal for someone else than her husband.


“Don’t get too comfortable! Now it’s time for the main course!” the cheetah exclaimed smugly as he pushed himself out of his chair and to his feet. With a laboured groan he bent over and grabbed the otter around her waist. With a quick heft, she was lifted into the air and bent over the large wooden desk, her feet dangling unable to reach the ground.


“P-Please at least use a condom.” She begged, shivering as she felt him brush her tail aside and brush his gut against her exposed rear.


“Sorry honey, I’m not into plastic.” Clawhauser said as he lifted his huge stomach and dropped it over the top of Otterton’s ass, grinding his fupa and erect prick against her moist vulva.


The weight of his belly would have pulled her off the desk if the slob hadn’t pushed his hips forward and pressed his greasy, cheese smeared cock against her lips, sending a disgusted shudder up her spine.


The otter blushed and buried her face in the desk as the police chief walked around to the other side of the table, still recording the entire ordeal. 


“Come on cutie smile for the camera.” Clawhauser jeered as he shifted his hips forward, parting her loosened lips around his bumpy dick. Despite the fact that the cheetah’s dick was proportionally tiny compared to the rest of his body, he was still somewhat girthier what the mother was used to. As his gungy dong spread her twat she let out a strained groan mixed with intermittent gagging.


She could feel every clump of cock fromage as it was smeared against her soft damp walls, lubricating the monsters cock as he slowly forced himself deeper inside. She clenched her vagina as tightly as she could, vainly attempting to force him out and end her torment. “Oh god….” she whimpered.


“Oooo golly! Your little kitty feels amazing Mrs Otterton! Have you ever even fucked your husband?” the obese receptionist exclaimed as he bottomed out, now up to his base in her orifice.


After a minute of enjoying the pulsating of her vulnerable pussy, the feline began to pull back his hips. The dozens of tiny barbs on his dick flared out and scraped against her walls, sending sharp waves of pain up her spine.


“Ahhh stop! Shit it hurts!” Mrs Otterton wailed out as clawhauser pulled out to about the tip, only to slide back in a moment later.


Ben giggled sadistically as he pulled back again, watching as the otter writhed around pinned underneath his enormous belly. “Don’t worry baby you’ll get used to it with enough practice.”


The poor mustelidae groaned in agony as he continued to scrape her pussy with his fleshy barbs, drawing tears once more from her mascara smeared eyes. “Please no….Stop…..” she begged, only clenching her cunny harder in response to the abuse.


Her assaulter only responded by speeding up his thrusts, slowly building up into a stable rhythm, pounding her with his spiny dick. Her pussy began to queef after a few thrusts, spewing a bubbling broth of fem juices, pre cum and smegma every time his plunger sunk into her depths. Pflurp pflurp plfurp.As he increased his pace his generous fat pads began to slap against her rear and back, adding to the symphony of debauched sounds that filled the room.


Mrs otterton winced with every thrust, her aching cunny slowly turning numb due to the heartless abuse. Her pain gradually turned into a dull need as her pussy was robbed of sensation and grazed by those pink dick pins. Mrs Otterton couldn’t help but release a soft moan as the slobs pace increased, smacking his swollen furry nuts against her exposed and by now engorged pleasure button. 


“Oh-oh...Hngg!.. Is someone enjoying thIS?” clawhauser mocked, letting out abrupt grunts and moans with each thrust now as his pace picked up. “We-hah…. Well lets give the little milf what she wants.” 


The cheetah took in a deep breath and started slamming away as fast as he could, falling into an erratic rhythm. He yelped and moaned more eagerly with each pump, clearly losing himself in the act. 


“P-Please pull out!” Mrs Otterton screamed, digging her claws into the desk as she endured this thorough fucking, her chubby ass compressing each time the beasts fat thighs slammed against them.


“Not a chance! OHHHH HERE IT COMES!” the male squealed as he suddenly slammed all the way into the hilt, twitching and occasionally breaking into a few shallow thrusts before resuming his pose balls deep in her snatch. 


His hot, sticky seed spurted forth from his bellow average dick, flooding the powerless mother's core in wave after wave of feline cock treacle. 


Mrs Ottertons eyes shot wide as she felt the hot liquid flowing into her inner sanctum, tainting her womb with the fat rapist’s seed. She could feel every rope as it splattered against her cervix, every drop as her womb ring slurped up the baby juice eagerly and ever pang of guilt and fear as she imagined herself carrying this monsters child to term. 


“Ohhhh sweet mommah!” Clawhauser cried from his position laying on top of his victim, wheezing desperately for air after the vigorous breeding he had just undertook. “That was amazing sweetie!”


He took in a deep breath and pressed his chin ontop of the otters head, ensuring she was still pinned down while the last squirts of spunk were deposited inside of her. 


He reached around her supple sides and stroked the edges of her now slightly swollen belly. “Mmm i bet it feels good to have a studs baby inside of you huh? I bet you missed it after you had those two boys.” 


Mrs Otterton stared off vacantly into the distance, gripped by shock. “Wh...Why didn’t you pull out?” she asked in a weak, shaky voice.


“If i had pulled out you wouldn’t get pregnant! What's the point of fucking some fat badonked mommy if you don’t put buns in her hungry oven?” 


“I….I c-can’t have more babies….. I-I can’t have your baby! My husb-” Clawhauser muffled her croaky protests by placing his paws over her mouth.


“I’m sure you’re husband will understand. This is all for him isn’t it?” He said in a mockingly compassionate tone. He made her wait for few moments and then removed his paws awaiting the otters response.


“Yes….” she mumbled softly as she tried to block out the thought of having to explain to her husband that he would have to raise this slobs bastard child.


Benjamin gave her a few more moments to rest, allowing his cock to shrink down to semi flaccid inside of her scratched up cunt. Then, with a sudden pull, her wretched his prickly dong from her hole, popping free with a soft plop. 


Bogo had positioned himself beside the feline in preparation for the shot, eagerly filming as his master’s seed spilled from his latest victim, pooling on the floor beneath them.


“Hmmm good job Mrs O, I’m sure with time and perseverance the ZPD will be able to find your husband and return him to you safely.”




Nobody spoke as Mrs Otterton left the chiefs room. Everyone already knew what had happened, what would happen. 


The poor woman stumbled out of the room holding her coat closed. A huge wet stain trailed down the inside of her jeans from her abdomen down to her foot paws, where a pale sticky fluid leaked onto the floor leaving a trail behind her.


The poor broken woman had to hold back the tears as she took a walk of shame throughout the cities police department, where everyone saw her, but no one wanted to help her.


Clawhauser leaned against Bogo’s office door frame smirked as he watched her leave the office area heading for the front foyer, his eyes fixated on her jiggling butt stuck inside those tight jeans. 


“Good work on the camera butt slut.” He said to his chief, who was currently uploading the footage from the phone onto an external hard drive.


“Oh thank you master. Is there anything else I can do for you?” He asked eagerly.


“Yeah there is. I want you to go to Mrs O’s place when the kids and her are gone and stash some contraband where they won’t find it. I don’t care what it is, coke, money, as long as it doesn’t smell.”


“Of course sir!” The water buffaloo responded, reaching for the phone to start briefing an officer to undertake the task.


“Oh and I want you to give the case of finding the otter cuck to that new rabbit. I wanna see what the cute little green horn is made of before I try and break her in.”