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"What the fuck?" Nick shouted, staring at his reflection in the closet mirror. Behind him, on the bed, Judy snorted and slid her sleeping mask from her face, stirred from her rest.

"What's wrong?" The bunny asked, tugging back the covers and sitting up.

"This!" Nick turned around and lifted his tail. Between his balls and anus, the fur was puffed out into a mound, with a deep slit running down the center, ending in a small nub of flesh. It twitched slightly in the cool air, sending a strange feeling up his spine.

"Seriously?" Yawning, Judy hopped out of bed and trotted over to the distressed fox. Nick stared at her, his horrified expression met with the tired, somewhat bored expression of a woman dragged out of bed for a stupid reason. Coming up behind him, she sighed, and slipped a finger between his tender folds.

"Gyah!" Nick yelped at the unexpected penetration, a twinge of pleasure shooting through his loins. His cock instantly sprung to attention, and he felt the little nub at the end of his slit do the same. His balls twitched, and his soft cock began to harden.

"You spent half the night fingering yourself, Nick," Judy complained, sliding her finger within his warm depths, "How are you still this horny? Does your pussy not have an 'off' switch?"

"P-Pussy?" Nick stammered, squirming from the unfamiliar feeling, "But I'm a man!"

"The neediest man I've ever met. Honestly," Judy's other paw wrapped around his stiff cock, "Your hormones must be on fire. Probably something to do with having both sets."

Nick tried to protest, but his words died on his tongue as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure wracked his loins. Judy's soft paw rubbed his clit with the slow, methodical nature of one who had done this many times before. A bead of pre slipped from his cock and oozed across Judy's fingers, which she quickly licked off before continuing her work.

As they got into it, Judy let go of Nick's cock, her fingers sliding out of his vagina. Nick felt a moment of confusion, before Judy's face pressed between his legs, her tongue slipping dexterously between his lips. The fox could no longer contain himself, wrapping both hands around his dick, moaning in confusion and ecstasy at the new form of stimulation. He had done this with Judy many times before, but he had never even considered being the recipient.

With one last stroke, Nick came. His cock twitched as a rope of jizz spurted out, while juice gushed across Judy's face from his nether lips. His knees quivered as endorphins pulsed through his system, and he fell back, meeting little resistance from the rabbit behind him. The fox was so wracked with pleasure that he didn't notice Judy's panicked yelp as her head slid into his pussy, the hole distending as if made of rubber.

Judy tried to pull her head free, but found that any movement only caused her to sink further within her boyfriend's moist folds. The bunny's hands scrabbled for purchase against the fox's slim rear, but found none, as Nick's hips came to rest upon her shoulders. For a moment, she felt safe - Until Nick's legs began to spread apart, wider than she ever would have thought possible, engulfing her shoulders and pinning her arms against her sides.

What was going on? Pussy juice flooded her mouth, filling it with the warm, savory taste she had come to love over the past few months. She couldn't breath, but found herself not needing to, despite the pressure Nick's tight cavern exerted on her lungs. She felt like her head must have been inside the fox's chest by now, yet she found nothing but the familiar walls of her boyfriend's vagina. Panicking, she writhed around, trying to free her arms, but found them pinned as Nick's impossibly stretchy labia came to engulf her elbows, then her hands.

Upon reaching the slight curve of the bunny's hips, the sinking stopped. Judy thrashed her legs, kicking thin air in an attempt to gain leverage against the pussy that held her prisoner The situation would have been bizarre to an outside observer - A fox, jerking himself off, with a pair of gray rabbit's legs thrashing between his legs.

Suddenly, Judy felt something give way beneath her foot. There was a sudden jerk as Nick leaned over, and Judy felt a wave of horror as she realized what she had hit. The fox's knees bent, and he slid to the floor, engulfing the rest of the bunny's legs. Something hard pressed against Judy's head, and for a moment, she worried that she would be crushed between her boyfriend's pussy lips and cervix - Then, with a wet pop, his cervix opened, and she found herself sliding into his uterus.

It was warm and full of fluid, but tight, forcing the bunny to curl up with her legs against her chest. Judy felt a pinprick against her stomach, and looked down to see a fleshy cord fuse with her belly button. Before she could inspect it closely, however, she felt her eyelids begin to droop. The fluid rolled in and out of her lungs like air, filling her throat with a strange, but not entirely unpleasant sensation as it wafted in and out. The steady rhythm, along with the beating of Nick's heart, which she could just barely hear, began to lull her to sleep.

Moving her arm with difficulty, she poked it, and a tingling sensation spread out across her stomach, as if the fleshy thing was a part of her. Dimly, she recognized that the cord was her umbilical cord, and the idea flashed through her mind of tugging it off and fighting her way out of her boyfriend's strange internals... Then, her eyes closed, and she slipped into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Nick lay on the floor, hands wrapped around his huge gut, stretch marks coursed across the surface. It was the same size as the rest of his body combined, like an exercise ball attached to a rodent. His pussy was tight, as if nothing had ever slipped between the folds, let alone anything as large as a bunny, while the last dregs of orgasm still dribbled from his dick, painting dark stains on the carpet below.

What happened? His sex-addled mind could barely comprehend the events, not that a clear one would do much better. Moaning, he rubbed his overswollen gut, which jiggled and shook every few seconds as the bunny inside moved around. The stretch marks faded slowly, turning from red, to pink, before finally disappearing beneath his fluffy fur.

Nick let out a groan as a new shock surged through him, causing his spine to arch and his hands to shake. A feeling of exhaustion came over him, and he felt his gut quiet down as Judy passed out. His muscles burned as he dragged his doubly-heavy body into bed, as if he'd just completed a great workout, but he didn't question it. Instead, tugging the blankets from Judy's former side, he wrapped himself up and fell asleep.

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Nick stared at his belly, and the pecs and muscles framing it in the bathroom mirror. It was big - He was big. He turned and glanced at the hole where, a few minutes prior, his head had impacted the squat doorframe, remembering how, once upon a time, he'd gone to the trouble of having the apartment's doorknobs lowered.

The mirror was a solid head lower than usual, giving him a fine view of his distended stomach, hanging well over his waist with a brace of semi-defined abs spread across the taut surface. Above it, his pecs had grown tremendously, each one the size of his head, nipples hard and tingling in the cold air. The thermostat was off, yet Nick found himself drenched in sweat, soaking through the boxers wrapped around his massive hips. That was another strange thing, as he recalled being a briefs man his entire life.

Sliding them down revealed a cock and balls as large as some horses he knew, albeit with a thick, fist-sized knot at the base. The hips themselves were a sight to behold; They were designed for a heavy-duty broodmother, almost as wide as his own broad shoulders, and attached to an ass that turned any seat into a throne fit for a king. Running a hand down his thigh, he wondered how the muscle could be so dense without making him utterly immobile, but there were other, more important things for him to worry about at the moment.

A strange breeze seemed to flow between his legs, and Nick paused, trying to place the sensation. Cognitive dissonance rushed over him as he remembered the events of the previous night - The strange dreams, the midnight awakening...

Nick blanched, reaching between his legs, grimacing as his thick forearm pressed between his bulging thighs. His finger pressed against his taint, and slipped inside, sending a shiver up his spine. He remembered... Something shifted inside him, and Nick stared at his belly, watching as a paw-sized bump appeared on the surface, before disappearing just as quickly.

All of a sudden, Nick was aware of just how quiet the apartment was, with Judy's usual snoring nowhere to be heard. Placing a hand on his belly to feel the throbbing life within, Nick did the only reasonable thing, and screamed.

An hour later, dressed in an oversized police shirt that barely covered his oversized chest and stomach, Nick waddled into the police station. He wasn't entirely sure why he was here, when a hospital for the mentally unstable would surely have been more suitable; But, somehow, he had a vague notion that his colleagues on the force would be able to help him in his bizarre situation.

He paused in the doorway, watching the officers and civilians go about their business. None paid the hulking fox any mind; One or two even smiled and waved as if his massive frame were nothing out of the ordinary. It was as if he'd been transported to another world, one where Judy's craft room was a workout area, where he lived alone, with a closet full of clothing with enough X's to be a porno...

"Oh, Nick!" Officer Clawhauser rose from his seat at the front desk the moment he lay eyes upon the enormous fox, "Over here!"

Sighing in relief, Nick hurried over to the desk as fast as his thickened legs could carry him. The obese cheetah reached down and dropped a gym bag on the desk. Nick opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, Clawhauser unzipped the bag, revealing a stack of massive pants.

"I brought all my old pairs!" The blob of an officer said, his face beaming, "Track pants, mostly, but there are a couple pairs of jeans that I thought would suit you. Nothing under 60 inches!"

"Oh," He seemed to remember something, "And this!"

Reaching into the pile, Clawhauser pulled out a pair of shorts that Nick could've used as a blanket at his former size. Written across the back were the words, "Baby on Board". The front featured an oversized pouch around the zipper, with the phrase "Daddy-to-Be" written in a flowery font. Nick stared incredulously at the cheetah, who only smiled back.

"I picked it out especially for you!" He giggled, sending his massive cheeks wobbling, "I found your measurements on record and - Hey!"

Nick groaned, turning ponderously and continuing down the hall, beyond the sign restricting access to the inner precinct. Clawhauser called out and waddled after him, dragging the duffel bag behind him, but Nick was already in the elevator. He felt a little bad as he watched the cheetah's confused face disappear between the steel doors. Pounding the button for the top floor, the elevator whirred into life and began to ascend.

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The elevator ride was painfully slow, the cables creaking as they hauled the massive fox up. The floors ticked past slowly, and Nick couldn't help but wonder exactly how heavy he was now. The elevator was strong enough to haul Clawhauser's lard ass, and according to the posted weight limit, twenty people should have been able to squeeze inside.

He tried not to think about it, just as he tried to block out the strange pulsing and bumping sensations in his stomach. Judy was getting more and more active; If Nick didn't know better, he'd think she was trying to kick her way out of him. He gulped; He didn't know better, did he? For all he knew, he was going to...

Grimacing, he turned and leaned against the wall, trying to focus on the upcoming meeting. What would he say? "Sorry, chief, but my new pussy just swallowed up your prime officer! See you in eighteen years!"

He swore, subconsciously placing a hand on his taut gut. How the hell did this happen? He was no stranger to unusual situations, but this one had to take the cake. He cast his mind back, trying to think of anything unusual that had happened recently.

There was that thief, a couple of days ago. He and Judy were grocery shopping when some fox snatched a statuette from a street vendor and started running. He led them on a merry chase throughout the market district. They never managed to catch him - He turned a corner and vaulted over a fence, leaving the statue behind.

It was a unique little figure. A sitting fox with nine tails. Nick had heard of people born with two tails, but nine seemed a little much. Come to think of it, they never managed to find that street vendor again, either. Even after asking around, nobody seemed to have heard of him. The statuette was probably still sitting in the evidence locker, waiting for the owner to come and claim it.

Engrossed in thought, Nick almost jumped when the elevator dinged and the doors finally slid open. Lucky for him, he managed to remain stationary, otherwise his immense weight would send him plummeting into the sub-basement. Of course, with his newfound strength, it was entirely possible that such a fall wouldn't leave so much as a scratch on him.

Carefully maneuvering his broad shoulders through the doorway, he stepped out into the hall and made a beeline for the door at the end, the one with the words 'Chief of Police' emblazoned across it in gold lettering.

"Hey, Wilde!" A door swung open to the left, and an unfamiliar officer stepped out, "Congrats!" He called, rushing to catch the elevator.

Finally reaching Bogo's door, Nick grabbed the handle, which was dwarfed by his massive hands, and turned, careful not to accidentally rip it from the door. As he stepped inside, his head smacked the upper frame, and he stumbled inside, swearing and rubbing his forehead.

"Wilde?" Bogo grunted, looking up from his paperwork, "What in the name of Darwin's dick are you doing back here?"

"Chief, I-" Nick began, but the water buffalo cut him off.

"I thought I told you to go on maternity leave."

"W-what?" Nick stammered, "But Judy is-"

"She'll be a fine young vixen," Bogo continued, rising from his seat and making his way over to the oversized fox, "With a father like you, anything is possible. But that won't happen if you get yourself hurt on the job."

Placing a hand on Nick's massive bicep, and another on the fox's white-furred gut, Bogo looked into his eyes with a concerned expression. Nick stared back, realizing dimly that this was the first time he and the chief had ever seen one another eye-to-eye.

"Like I said, just until she's born and you're settled, alright? Besides, you should be happy for some paid vacation time," Bogo gave Nick a friendly nudge, "Weren't you complaining about not having a vacation in five years?"

Five years? Nick cast his mind back. Five years ago, he was selling fake watches on a street corner. One of his first hustles, right after dropping out of school. Maybe not the most glamorous gig, but it turned a mighty fine profit, and paid for his favorite aloha shirt. At the back of his mind, Nick couldn't help but wonder whether that shirt even existed anymore.

"Judy-" Nick began, desperation tinging his voice, but stopped, as he realized Bogo had led him into the hall, his arm wrapped around the fox's shoulders. His feet moved without input from his brain, guided by instinct and Bogo's guidance. Upon reaching the elevators, they turned left and entered the emergency stairwell. Nick remained at the chief's side, though it occurred to him that with his longer legs, he could take two or three steps at a time with ease.

As if in a dream, the two made their way to the main floor, past the offices and into the lobby. Bogo disappeared, and Clawhauser handed him the duffel bag full of clothes, which he accepted with a noncommittal grunt. He stood there, half zoned out, while Clawhauser gushed excitedly about goodness knows what, occasionally pausing to sip his coffee or rub Nick's spherical gut.

After a few minutes, Bogo returned, a gray-furred wolf who Nick vaguely recognized tagging close behind.

"Wolfard will drive you home," Bogo said gently, patting the fox's shoulder, "I don't want to see you for another nine months, right?"

Nick nodded, numbness flooding his body as the wolf took his hand, leading him back into the station and through the side exit. He took the steps into the motor pool with care, the old wood creaking audibly beneath his weight, and made a beeline for the nearest squad car. As he did, he felt Wolfard tugging on his arm, and turned to find his fellow officer giving him a strange expression.

"You've never fit into those things," The canine said, guiding him away from the regular patrol cars, "C'mon, the trucks are over here."

Nick had never been inside one of the SWAT trucks, but climbing in, found them to be surprisingly roomy. No doubt, since they were designed to carry bears and rhinos dressed in full riot gear. Yet, as they pulled out of the parking lot, the fox found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Judy kicked inside him, and he placed a hand on his belly to calm her.

Judy, meanwhile, was going through changes. The ZPD's first bunny officer was growing, her bones cracking, muscles and tendons stretching, fueled by the steady stream of nutrients from her umbilical cord. If she were capable of opening her eyes, she'd have been surprised to notice her gray fur taking on a bright red color, similar to that of her boyfriend-turned-father. A jolt of pain ran up her leg, and she kicked involuntarily as claws broke through the tips of her feet.

Nick tried to ignore his girlfriend as she shifted around inside him, unbuttoning his shirt and keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Wolfard attempted to make conversation, but the fox was too zoned out to do more than grunt in response, while pop song after pop song blared on the radio. After a short while, the truck slowed down, and the wolf nudged the fox's arm.

"Here's your stop," He said, sliding the stick into park. Mumbling his thanks, Nick moved to get out, but Wolfard placed a hand on the fox's arm.

"Hey," He said, "If you ever need anything... You know the whole department is here for you," Glancing at the fox's belly, he blinked - It almost seemed... Bigger. Shaking off the strange thought, he added, "You, and Judy. Especially Judy."

"Th-thanks," Nick replied, "Really."

With that, he climbed out and shut the door. Wolfard blinked in surprise, but after a moment, he waved and drove off, disappearing into traffic. Nick felt a little bad; The poor guy was only being polite. In another world, perhaps, he'd have done the same for Judy, carrying their first child... A shiver ran down Nick's spine at the thought, and he turned, about to climb the steps into the apartment complex, only to pause.

He wasn't sure why, but he turned, and began waddling down the street. His destination was a mystery, even to himself, his feet seeming to move at their own volition. Slipping his hands under his belly, he held it up to keep his legs from bashing it with each step, a task easily accomplished with his new powerlifter's physique.

Nevertheless, thanks to his immense weight, the going was slow. Passers-by often paused to rub his stomach, eliciting a kick from his girlfriend-turned-daughter. He wished he'd at least brought his badge, and maybe a pair or two of cuffs for some of the clingier ones... But, no matter. Turning a corner, Nick realized where he was.

It was a shabby parking lot nestled between two brownstones. The only illumination was a pink neon glow from the porno theater across the street, but it was enough for the fox to see a red van, tucked away in the corner. He made a beeline for it, the ancient pavement cracking beneath his immense weight. The newly-changed vixen squirmed in protest, but Nick managed to ignore it, and pounded on the van with one massive fist.

"What the fu-" Finnick began, opening the sliding door, "Nick?" He rubbed his eyes, clearly fresh from a nap, "What are you doing here?"

"Judy Hopps," Nick wheezed, sweat rolling down his face from exertion, "Bunny cop. Saved the city that one time, remember?" Upon seeing the fennec's baffled expression, he sighed, leaning against the van, causing the entire vehicle to tilt to one side, "My girlfriend."

Finnick stared at the monstrous fox, wide eyed. He'd never seen his friend in such a state; Was he hopped up on something? He took a deep breath to speak, and paused. There was something in the air - Waves of musk rolled off the sweaty fox, along with... Something else, something harder to define. Without quite knowing why, he relaxed, and watched as Nick did the same.

"F-Finnick," The fox said, his voice husky and low, "I-I need..."

He never got to finish the sentence, as the fennec was already on his knees, struggling with the fox's belt. Gently, Nick brushed his tiny friend's hands away and unbuckled it himself, letting his pants fall around his ankles. Like everything else, his cock had grown immensely, as thick as a soda can and as long as the fox's forearm. It would have been big enough to split Finnick in half if he tried to take it, so the miniature con artist tried a different tactic.

Wrapping his arms around the fox's cock, he began to stroke, using his entire body like one giant hand to pleasure him. Nick moaned, grabbing the side of the van as a hefty glob of pre spurted out, coating Finnick's head and shoulders, but the fennec was undeterred, simply wiping the salty sperm from his lips and continuing his ministrations.

Nick's legs buckled, and his knees impacted the van floor, knocking Finnick on his back. The smaller fox moaned, and a familiar sensation spread through Nick's loins. He looked down to see Finnick slowly disappearing beneath him, his hands still rubbing whatever part of Nick's anatomy they could reach as he was slowly sucked, feet-first, into Nick's elastic vagina.

Smiling dumbly, Finnick's face disappeared past Nick's massive balls, and a second later, the fox felt his pussy lips slide shut. A bloated sensation spread through his belly, even more than before, and Nick watched in dull surprise as it began to expand, as his daughter gained a twin brother. Wrapping his arms around the weighty mass, he could feel the fox begin to thrash in panic as he awoke from his stupor, but it was too late, as an umbilical cord snaked through the thick fluid, piercing Finnick's belly button with an inaudible pop.

Nick's belly ached from the new occupant. His balls ached from the failed release. His entire body ached, just from hauling himself around. The day's events seemed to wash away, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion. Crouching, the massive fox climbed into the van, curled up on the tiny mattress, and drifted off to sleep.