So much for trying to bust this operation. Though in some respects, Chief Bogo was now busting a lot of things. Doorways, furniture, and now, his mobility. Chief Bogo was wheeled up to a camera by some shady mammals that claimed to work for Zootopia General Care, each mammal taking the opportunity to grope any of Chief Bogo's new folds. The experiment worked like a charm. Chief Bogo was too fat to move, despite the blob Buffalo trying to swing at the mammals groping him, or his legs trying to give him any momentum, Bogo was too fat for any of that. His gut oozed out in front of him like a landslide of molasses. His butt resembled too mountains rather than a rear end as his back fat was pushed and smothered by his ass. His tail was barely sticking out, but a few more pounds would smother it completely. His arms and legs were sinking into his 4,000 lb body as his moobs looked bigger than couch cushions at this point. But his face was the main focus for his captors right now. A blobby face with a forehead threatening to make Bogo fat blind, cheeks that were pressing onto his lips and making him wheeze, and tey as he might, he couldn’t give his signature threatening scowl. All he could do was look fat and tired for his photo. Test Subject: Chief Bogo Weight: 4,000 lbs. Blood Type: O bese