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Nick awoke with a groan. His whole body ached, from his head to his paws. The bedsprings creaked as he sat up, the mattress nearly flat beneath his massive ass. He yawned, subconsciously placing a hand on his belly, and hummed at the gentle kicks of his children.

Wait, children? Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Nick looked down at himself and gasped. If he was big before, he was positively massive now. His belly had grown overnight, turning into a mountain beneath the blanket, topped with the smaller orb of his belly button. The surface quivered as small feet thrashed within. He watched them in stunned silence, a deep sense of cognitive dissonance washing over him, when the memories of the previous night came back to him.

"No, no!" Nick shouted, throwing back the covers in panic. Staring at his belly, it wasn't hard to pick out two distinct pairs of feet thrashing against his taut skin. His mouth went dry, and his ears began to ring. Judy and Finnick were gone. Well, not gone, but trapped inside his womb like a pair of... Of... Choking back a sob, Nick clambered out of bed, only for the top of his head to smash through the ceiling tiles, sending a rain of broken stucco across the floor.

Swearing under his breath, Nick hunched over for the trek into the bathroom, keeping his hands wrapped around his belly to keep it from bumping into anything. If that wasn't hard enough, his cock and balls seemed to have expanded greatly overnight, smacking against his knees with each step. He could feel his tail swishing against his thighs. Glancing back, he choked back a cry as he realized there were, in fact, two tails splitting off at the base of his spine.

He stepped through the bathroom door with ease; Only after did he think to glance back, and noticed that the doorway had tripled in width. The bathroom itself had been greatly expanded, with a shower big enough to fit a family, and a toilet as wide as an armchair. Even the sink had changed to allow the tall fox to use it without hunching over. Nick groaned, fighting alternating waves of cognitive dissonance and nausea.

Eager for some sort of relief, he stepped into the shower and almost jumped out of his skin as it instantly hissed to life, dousing him in a steady stream of perfectly warm water. The knobs were gone, he noticed, replaced by a single electronic sensor on the wall. The water washed away the evening's sweat, as well as a bit of shame still clinging to his cock and nether lips, but it did little to help his mental state; The whole thing was just too strange. After a couple of minutes, he was glad to step out and dry off with a normal, if oversized, towel.

Toothbrushing and other morning matters were equally simple. His old toothbrush was replaced by an electric model, and the toilet flushed on its own, but these were merely icing on the insanity of the previous few days. At least his favorite green aloha shirt was still around, albeit with a few more X's for the size.

The soft fabric stretched tightly around his enormous pecs, nipples poking out like ripe cherries. The belly was another matter. Nick grunted, feeling the fabric strain across his back as he tugged the sides closer and closer over his belly. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead; The buttons were no more than an inch or two apart.

"Almost... There..." He muttered. His meaty fingers were unsuited for the fine task of buttoning, but as the little plastic disc slipped into the slot, he felt a sense of real accomplishment not matched since the time he beat Clawhauser in an eating contest. He smiled for a moment, before a sudden kick caused the button to snap, flying across the room and shattering a lightbulb.

Cursing, Nick set to work cleaning the mess. As he scooped up the last of the glass, an idea came to him. Pulling out his phone, he hit contacts and began to scroll; Bogo, Clawhauser, a host of names of police officers and friends, both distant and close, none of whom interested him at this moment. He scrolled down to F, but found only an empty tab. The search function was nearly useless; With his thick fingers, spelling Finnick's name took painfully long and only returned a blank page. He did the same with Judy, but the response was the same.

He looked at the walls, where dozens of photographs chronicling their romance once hung; Some still existed, showing the massive fox, but the little gray rabbit was nowhere to be seen. The rest had been replaced with posters and... He grumbled and ripped down a pinup of a male bear, whose cock glistened on the glossy paper. The last thing he needed right now were those kinds of thoughts.

So, Judy was gone. The old Judy, at least. Nick placed a hand on his belly, feeling the twins kick and squirm in his womb. He swore lightly, stumbling back on the bed, causing the springs to flatten out beneath his well-marbled ass. It was still a queen-sized mattress, but there was only one pillow. Reality itself seemed set on turning Nick into a mother to his girlfriend and best friend, regardless of his thoughts on the matter.

As he lay back on the bed, he glanced over at a picture on the wall. The subjects had changed, with Nick's immense musculature taking up a good three quarters of the frame, but the location was unmistakable - It was taken during their anniversary trip to Bunnyburrows, with Judy's father's camera. He wondered why, in this new reality, he'd found himself at the backwater town, when suddenly, a thought struck him. Judy's parents!

Nick leapt from the bed, grabbed his keys and wallet, and waddled out the door, nearly cracking his skull against the upper doorframe again. A taxi brought him to the train station, and in under an hour, he was crammed like a sardine into a tiny compartment, along with a haggard mare and her shrieking children on the way to a vacation. He spent the ride staring out the window, desperately hoping he'd never have to suffer through such an experience himself.

After almost two hours of suffering, Nick waddled onto the platform at Bunnyburrows Station. He groaned, rubbing the small of his back; Spending so long in the cramped compartment had taken a toll on him. Even so, no amount of rubbing could calm his pounding headache.

"I hope you're a little easier on me," He muttered, patting his belly, "Wait, what?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, trying to bring his mind back into focus. Judy's face flashed in his mind's eye. He had to stay focused. He wasn't some mother... Father? Nick cursed aloud, drawing the attention of a number of passers-by. Blushing lightly, he hustled out of the station and down the road.

He and Judy had only visited a few times, but a lifetime in the city had left Nick with an impeccable sense of direction. Right past the library, left at the big oak tree, and a few miles down a country lane, Nick came across a small house built into the hillside. He trotted down the path, feeling a sense of relief that this, at least, was unchanged.

His immense height, combined with the smaller scale of lapine architecture, left his head at eye level with the second story. Crouching, he rapped lightly on the door, his immense strength causing it to rattle in its frame. The curtains on the nearby window slid back, revealing a gray, bearded face, before closing again. There was noise inside - Two voices, one male, one female. Their speech was indistinct, but their worried tones were unmistakable. Nick crossed his fingers, hoping against hope that this, at least, would go well. After all, these were Judy's parents! There was no way they could forget their own-

"Can I help you?" A nervous voice called from above, and Nick looked up to see Stu Hopps leaning from a second-story window.

Shaking out of his thoughts, Nick stood to full height, eyes nearly level with those of the bunny.

"It's me," Nick stammered. The rabbit's face only grew more confused, and he continued, "Nick Wilde? I-I'm dating your daughter, Judy?"

"Don't know anyone by either name," Stu replied, his voice taking on a hard edge, "I'm afraid you've got the wrong house, friend."

Nick's eyes widened as he reached inside, before drawing a shotgun from behind the window sill. Two barrels, one atop the other, a classic sporter. In the back, he saw a female's frightened face poke through the doorway. His vision was drawn back to the scattergun, and the two yellow shells he could see in the barrels.

"You're Stu Hopps," Nick shouted desperately, "Your wife's name is Bonnie! You have a daughter named Judy Laverne Hopps, a police officer in Zootopia!"

"You've got the wrong house, friend," Stu raised the gun to his shoulder, cocking the hammer.

Nick stared in bewilderment at the rabbit; Sure, he was never on great terms with the old man, but to threaten him like this - He paused, and suddenly felt a wave of shame and dread wash over him. If Judy never existed, they'd have never met! Here he was, ten feet and a thousand pounds worth of predator, barging up to their door and shouting strange names.

He gazed into Stu's face for a moment, noticing the fear apparent in his eyes. The shotgun was shaking slightly in his hands. Nick turned with a sigh, following his own deep footprints in the muddy garden path. Behind him, he heard Stu sigh in relief, and Bonnie rushing to his side.

As he slowly made his way back toward main street, the massive fox wondered what he would do next. What could he do? The new reality was absolute, with his mind serving as the only wrinkle. Only he remembered Judy and Finnick; If he knew the fennec's parents, he was sure to have a similar reception.

Reaching the town's central square, Nick collapsed on a bench, trying to ignore the creaking beneath his sofa-sized ass. According to the clock tower, the next train wasn't for another two hours, which was just as well. His back hurt just thinking about being crammed into cone of those tuna can compartments again. With nothing better to do, he stretched out, watching birds and trying not to think too hard about his predicament, a task made all the more difficult as Judy and Finnick became active again.

Laying on his back, his belly rose above him like a mountain, framed by the twin foothills of his pecs. Barely concealed beneath the green fabric of his shirt, his nipples were hard and proud, standing like mountain peaks, while the rounded summit of his belly quaked with every motion of the babies within. It was interesting to watch for a while, but Nick quickly grew sick of it and rolled over to his side. The motion proved too much, and with a sudden snap, the planks of the bench split apart, sending the massive fox crashing to the ground.

"Aw, hell," Nick muttered, rising slowly from the wreckage. Judy and Finnick kicked and fought in protest, causing his belly to jiggle like a blob of pudding. It was uncomfortable, but at least they were alright. A group of passers-by rushed over to offer assistance, but he brushed them off with a grunt. He didn't mean to be rude, but his sensitive nose had detected something he hadn't smelled before.

It was sweet, savory, warm and juicy... Nick found himself drawn away from the bench, away from the train station, up hills and down side streets, until he found himself standing in front of a small building made from red brick. Above the door was a sign featuring an image of a cupcake and the establishment's name, every word of which made his stomach dance in anticipation.

Gideon's Pie Bakery.

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Nick's mouth watered, a wave of sweet and savory smells washing over him as he pushed open the door to the bakery.

"I'll be with ya in a minute!" A gruff voice called from the back room, "Jes' gotta put the finishing touches on these 'ere muffins!"

The bakery was a cornucopia of delicious sights and scents. Pies of all different shapes and flavors were encased beneath the glass-topped counter - Blueberry, strawberry, pumpkin, rhubarb, and a dozen more without labels, but each looking just as delicious as the last. His belly gurgled hungrily, and he found himself clenching his fist involuntarily, as if he were about to smash the display to get to the succulent treats within.

Nick grunted, taking a step back and forcing himself to look away - Despite the name, it wasn't only pies the bakery sold - The walls were lined with loaves of freshly-baked bread, all securely stored behind little plastic shutters. They may not have been quite as tasty as a pie, but the last thing he needed right now was a property damage charge. Hell, he would still have to wait and see whether the Hopps had called the police. Flashing his badge should sort the issue, but it would still be difficult to explain the incident without calling his own mental health into question.

"Yes, officer," He muttered to himself, helping himself to a loaf of warm, squishy sourdough, "See, they're my girlfriend's parents, who is technically my daughter now..." He took a bite, savoring the sharp taste, "Psh, well, here's hoping that doesn't-"

"Nick?" A voice came from behind, "What are you doing back so soon?"

Gideon Grey stood in the kitchen doorway, a wide smile plastered across his face. The little fox barely came up to Nick's chest, despite actually standing slightly taller just a few days prior. All in all, he looked about the same as the last time Nick had seen him, during his and Judy's last trip to Bunnyburrow. One thing seemed a bit strange, however.

"What do you mean, ba-" Nick started, only to be cut off as Gideon made his way over.

"How are you, buddy?" He asked, wrapping his arms around the fox's massive belly, "How's little Judy and Finnick?"

"F-fine, everybody's f-fine," Nick shivered as Gideon's body rubbed against his sensitive belly button. His cock stirred slightly at the touch, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think un-sexy thoughts, thoughts that didn't involve having his bloated baby bump rubbed and teased until he painted the entire bakery white with cum... It was a losing fight, forcing him to squeeze his legs together to keep his half-chub hidden.

After a long moment, Gideon let go, and Nick took a step back, careful to contain his erection. Thankfully, Gideon didn't seem to notice as he turned and leaned against a nearby display stand.

"Couldn't get enough of my baking, huh? Can't say I blame you, big guy. You know I love feeding you and the kids."

"Uh, sure," Nick said, "Remind me about that again?"

"What do you mean?" The little fox's face took on a puzzled expression, "Did you hit your head or something? I always knew those low doorways would-"

"Uh, sure, that's what happened," Nick replied, "A real nasty bash, knocked out most of my memory. Truth is, it was a real shock just finding out I was pregnant."

Gideon gasped, his face taking on a mix of horror and concern, "You poor man! Here, please, sit down, I'll bring some treats and we can talk."

The little fox disappeared into the back room, and Nick took the opportunity to finish off the loaf of bread. He tried to sit in the provided chair, but the way it creaked beneath his wide ass didn't exactly fill him with confidence, so he contented himself with sitting on the floor. Even down there, his upper body loomed over the table as if he were sitting on a chair.

Nick inhaled deeply, trying not to worry. A sweet smell invaded his nose, causing his mouth to water, and a moment later, Gideon pushed aside the kitchen curtain, wheeling a cart laden with pies of all shapes and sizes before him. Nick licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to dig into the feast before him, but his sense of propriety won out, at least for the moment.

Gideon sat across from Nick, looking into the bigger fox's eyes with a concerned expression. Nick's eyes were focused on the pie tray, which Gideon seemed to notice, as he picked up a blueberry pie and placed it in front of the ravenous father-to-be. Nick picked tentatively at the top, breaking off a small portion of the doughy lattice, a strand of blueberry filling dangling from the end, and popped it in his mouth.

Nick let out a moan, almost orgasmic in intensity, and dug in, grabbing the sides of the pie and biting into it like a sandwich. Filling oozed down his chin, covering his chest in a sticky blue morass. Bite after bite disappeared between his powerful jaws, and soon, all that was left of the once-glorious pie were a few crumb-speckled globs of blueberry. He let out a loud belch before grabbing another pie from the tray and taking a bite, adding chunks of raspberry filling to the growing mess.

"You, uh," Gideon shivered at the sight of the behemoth's hunger, "You can't remember anything?"

"Mmrph," Nick mumbled through a full mouth, spraying crumbs across the table. After a moment, he swallowed and replied, "Nothing."

The massive fox licked a glob of filling from his chin before continuing, "At least nothing that matters."

"Well..." Gideon thought for a moment, "There was an eating contest. Bunnyburrow's eating contests are some of the biggest in the country, and a couple of years ago, you decided to participate. You ate your pies, your opponent's pies, and part of the table after some filling got spilled on it."

The thought of such a display of hedonism in front of such a large audience caused Nick to blush, which Gideon dismissed with a chuckle.

"You wanted to meet the chef, and they pointed you toward my shop. I was busy at the time, and when I came out to see what was going on, heck, you should've seen my face!" Now it was Gideon's turn to blush, "Well, I mean, you did see my face."

"We've been friends ever since, big guy," Gideon continued, "And since you got pregnant, you've been coming here every week to stock up on pies."

There was a wet slurping sound, and Gideon looked up to see Nick attempting to stuff an entire pie in his mouth, catching stray chunks of crust and filling and cramming them between his overstuffed cheeks. His cheeks were almost perfectly round, like a hungry squirrel; A moment later, they deflated as Nick gulped the sloppy morass down.

The baker squirmed in his seat as he watched his best customer pick up another pie, break it in half, and swallow each chunk individually. He'd never been into guys, not really, but something about the ravenous behemoth before him made his knees weak. When Nick got hungry, he got hungry, and every messy chomp, every rancorous belch caused the little fox's heart to pound like a teenager watching his crush from afar.

Nick's stomach lurched outward as another pie met it's fate between his gnashing jaws, and a series of kicks rocked against the surface. Gideon's cock sprang up, and without thinking, he hopped down from the chair and made his way over, wrapping his arms around the fox's massive baby bump. Even at full stretch, his arms reached barely halfway across the circumference, a thought that turned him on almost as much as the constant sound of food churning away in his stomach.

The fox's fur was soft against his face; He could feel the twins squirming just beneath the surface, no doubt stirred up by their father's ravenous feast. Something creaked, and Gideon looked down just in time to see Nick's pants burst apart at the seams, exposing his legs and ass. All muscle definition had disappeared beneath a layer of flab, with pockmarks of cellulite visible just beneath the deep red fur.

A blob of rhubarb filling splattered across Gideon's head and leaked down the back of his neck; He looked up to find Nick cramming yet another pie into his seemingly bottomless maw, a slight second chin wobbling beneath the first. Such rapid weight gain was strange, if not utterly impossible, but it barely registered in the fox's lust-addled mind, too focused on worshiping the baby-bloated blimp to notice as Nick's ass wobbled, then expanded, burying the ruined fabric beneath another dozen pounds of flesh.

Something rubbed against Gideon's leg, and he looked down to see Nick's cock poking out beneath the rim of his belly. A blob of cum oozed from the tip, and the baker just couldn't help himself; Just as it slipped out, he cupped his hands to collect it. The smell was utterly intoxicating, as sweet as any cupcake he'd ever baked. The consistency was even similar to batter, a thick, sticky mass of potent seed. Whatever remained of his reluctance was swept aside, and he gulped the sperm down, tastebuds prickling with delight.

He needed more, and he needed it now - Clambering to his hands and knees, Gideon wrapped his lips around the tip of the fox's cock. It was as thick as a forearm - His jaw simply couldn't stretch open enough to accept the full girth of the shaft. Instead, the baker gripped the base and squeezed, sending a squirt of warm pre into his mouth. This taste was more than sufficient to drive the fox wild with lust, and he barely even noticed as Nick belched, sending a rain of crumbs across his back.

Nick's belly surged forward again, pressing against Gideon's forehead. The little fox's cock throbbed agonizingly, his mind focused solely on servicing the object of his adoration . His hands grew damp as sweat and pre leaked down Nick's shaft, his mouth aching from the stretch. Pleasure rolled through his body in waves, peaking as the fox gobbled down more and more pies, causing his gut to jiggle wildly.

The mammoth cop moaned, bucking his hips forward and forcing another inch of cockmeat between Gideon's overstretched jaws. He let out a surprised grunt, mostly surprised that his jaws hadn't snapped with the sheer girth squeezed between them, which turned to a moan as more pre oozed down his throat. His own stomach began to gurgle, feeling like he'd just swallowed a full meal, but it wasn't over yet - Nick's urethra began to bulge, and Gideon's eyes shot open as he realized what was about to happen.

Nick grunted as he came, sending a buckshot blast of cum down Gideon's throat. The little fox thrashed, struggling for freedom as the flesh firehose pumped load after load of jizz into his stomach. His shirt began to stretch, buttons growing tight as his belly expanded, almost looking like he were pregnant himself. Just the thought was enough to send him over the edge as well, and Gideon's cock twitched, dispensing his own little orgasm against the fabric of his pants.

The fox's cock began to shrink almost immediately after cumming, allowing Gideon to pull himself away. Cum leaked from his mouth, mixing with his stubbly beard, while his distended gut pressed uncomfortably against his tight apron. He moaned, trying to stabilize himself against the table, but the unfamiliar weight in his gut dragged him down, sinking slowly to the floor. Moving purely on instinct, Nick took a step forward and crouched over the fox's face. His vaginal lips winked, then opened as the fox's head slipped inside.

A moment later, all that was left of Gideon Grey was a pair of cum-stained pants, and a few fuzzy memories in the mind of one red fox.