Ben Clawhauser's Buffening- Part 1

After a dismal display for his physical, Ben Clawhauser is being taken under Bogo's wing to get in shape! Let's see how this plays out. Enjoy!

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"O. M. Goodness, this place is… big." Clawhauser laughed nervously, the flabby cheetah shifting uncomfortably in ill-fitting clothes, his workout shirt riding up his round belly. The gym attached to ZPD's headquarters was a large and well-furnished facility, with workout equipment able to accommodate the largest of officers- and it was the first time Clawhauser had ever stepped foot in it in the ten years he had been working on the Force.

"Benjamin… please stop saying that when you're working out with me," Bogo sighed. The chief of police placed a strong hand on Clawhauser's shoulder. The imposing, powerfully built water buffalo glanced down at the cheetah, who, despite his weight, was actively shrinking- some of the largest, most intimidating members of the force were working out. "Don't let it intimidate you. Everyone has to start somewhere."

Clawhauser gulped audibly. "Right…" The cheetah knew why he was here; he had not only fallen short on his annual physical test, which had been a given for years, now, he had broken records- the longest time on record to run a mile, the largest amount of failed attempts at the obstacle course, it went on. He should have been drummed out of the force, but Bogo had a different idea, and was now determined to train Clawhauser and get him in shape. It was a daunting task… it was nearly heartbreaking when he was told he would have to cut back on his donuts, but, something about Bogo convinced the cheetah to give it his best effort. "So, uh… where do we start, chief?"

"Small steps," the buffalo grunted. "Let's see how many sit-ups you can do."

Clawhauser whimpered as he settled on to the floor, heaved himself up, his belly smooshing against his legs… and fell back down. "...One…" he gasped.

Bogo sighed softly. "Well, tomorrow, you'll do two. Let's get to work, Benjamin."