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At the dead of night, Judy sat back in the worn seat of a cab. She was severely undersized, sitting at half of its height. Her clothes were undersized, too; her thighs strained her camo pant legs and tested their seams. Her fat hips inched her pants down, and her fur floofed over the waistband in round, pinching rolls. The rabbit's middle now bore a cushy layer of pudge that nudged up her tank top, showing her deepened navel. Her heftier breasts hung heavy from her chest. They pushed her shirt's neckline out, showing a few inches of silvery cleavage.

Elephant, an obese ostrich, occupied the driver's seat. The flightless bird had a butt that filled out her seat, with hips and thighs to match, smothering the tattered chair under her. Her waist billowed over her hips. Her spare tire peeked out from under the hem of her shirt, and black feathers lined the convex contour of her waist. In all, her belly plopped wide across her lap and far over her thighs. The ostrich's breasts, on the other hand, were small, pert orbs in her top. Her chunky wings gripped the steering wheel, which bumped her bulbous belly. Above, her neck curled away from the cab's roof to fit her head inside.

Judy kneaded her pillowy belly. Her paws sank into its newly-malleable flesh. "Alright then, take me to Fox. Where is he?"

Elephant honked her cab's horn and shouted out of the driver's side window. "Get outta here, snakes! I don't need any damn scalies wrapped around my axles!" Then, she hit the accelerator, throwing Judy back in her seat. "He's holed up in the old Junior Ranger Scouts den over on 34th and 42nd."

Judy bounced as the cab careened over unkempt pavement. Her thickened thighs squished low and bobbed high, while her ample breasts jostled in her top, tugging painfully on her chest with their recent gains. She held her forepaws over them to keep them steady, and she could feel their girthy softness.

Elephant jerked the steering wheel left. The cab's wheels squealed as they struggled to maintain grip.

The centripetal force flung Judy into the passenger side door of the cab. Her plump rump cushioned her collision, but her back slammed hard. "Oof! Take it easy!"

Elephant glanced at her. "Sorry! There's a seat belt if you need it."

Judy looked around and saw nothing. Then, she looked up and saw the metal buckle dangling just by the seat's headrest. She got to her feet and reached for it.

The cab swung a right, launching Judy leftward. She flew face-first into Elephant's tubby gut. The ostrich's pudge softened her impact, receiving Judy's head like a pillow after a long day. Judy's body laid over Elephant's wide upper leg. It felt like a warm mattress.

Elephant said, "Hey, I'm drivin' here! Stay on the passenger side, please!"

Judy pushed herself up off of Elephant's pliant leg fat. "I'm trying to." She fell back onto the passenger seat. She breathed heavily, pushing her chest out and riding her shirt up her soft midsection.

Elephant's talons hammered the brake, and the wheels screeched.

Its force rocketed Judy off of the chair, under the glove box, and onto the floor, where she landed right on her chest's pre-inflated airbags. She found herself face-down in a pile of dirt and empty peanut bags. Plastic wrappers jabbed her cushy tummy.

Elephant leaned over, scrunching her thick waist into rolls. Her long neck craned down towards Judy. "We're here! What're you doin' on the floor?"

* * * * *

Judy leapt up onto the seat, reached for the door handle, and pulled. The spring-loaded door swung open, and she hopped out. As she landed, her lardy legs jiggled from the impact, her big butt bopped, and her bulbous boobs bobbed. She tugged her pants upward, fighting against the downward force that her adipose put on them.

Elephant got out as well and slammed her door shut.

The one-lane street felt cool underfoot, although trash littered it. A thin sidewalk lined a long, brick building that rose a few stories taller than the cab. Every several meters or so, there was a beat-up door into the building. Judy stood by one door with a scrappy banner reading "#914." It was twice her height, but still too short for Elephant.

Judy rapped her knuckles on the door.

No response.

Judy asked, "You sure this is the place?"

Elephant nodded. "Sure as shootin'!" She craned her long neck downward to peck on the door, and then she yelled, "Open up, Fox! I got someone here who wants to see you!"

The door opened, and out emerged a fox with dusty, red fur. His lime green dress shirt clashed with his tan trench coat. "You and everybody else in this goddamn--" He stopped abruptly as his jaw dropped.

Judy grabbed the scruff of his collar. "Nick. Nick Wilde." She yanked him close, accidentally bonking his chest against her plush knockers.

Nick painted a smile on. "Why, if it isn't Carrots. To what do I owe the honor?"

Judy shook him. "That's 'Hopps,' slimy fox."

Nick shrugged. "You got it, dumbass bunny."

Elephant gleefully snapped her wing. "Fox, you didn't tell me you knew Carrots!"

Judy let go of Nick. "Ohh yeah. We go way back. We were buddies, Nicolas. You, me, and Sacramento Sam. You know what they did to Sam?"

Nick brushed his coat off. "Yeah, nothing. They didn't do anything."

Judy said, "Oh. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me."

Nick leaned against the door frame. "Nice to see they finally threw you into Zootopia with the rest of us. I'd love to catch up on old times, but did you have a reason for coming here?"

Judy thumbed towards Elephant. "A little birdie told me you knew The Alpha. I'm looking for Jezebel."

Nick's face stayed cool and collected, but his ears twitched for half an instant. "Yes, I know The Alpha. Can't say as much for his woman. Seeya 'round." He grabbed the door handle and pulled it inward.

Judy shoved her palm against the door, thrusting it open.

Nick fell back into the room.

Judy stepped in after him. Her commanding march swayed her plumpened hips, shook her rounded backside, and swished her cottontail.

Grit dirtied the tile floor, and crumpled papers were tacked up all along the walls. The room was small, maybe the size of a bedroom, and a single, yellowed ceiling light barely made it visible. It smelled all too much like foxes, like a pepper-and-dung scent.

Judy tapped her foot. "Well, well. Quite an operation you got here, Mister Junior Ranger Scout."

Nick got up. "Yeah."

Judy stabbed an index finger into his chest. "I know you're going to play dumb as long as you can. So I'm gonna say what you won't. You know I'm here to find the President. And you know how to find the President."

Nick scoffed. "I'm busy."

Judy threw her weight forward and tackled him. Her extra girth pummeled him with pillowy softness, and her weight pinned him to the ground. From the floor, she leaned up, and then she sat her fat behind on his lean pelvis. Her swollen breasts dangled over his face. Her forepaws held his arms to the ground. "You've got three seconds to tell me."

Nick breathed calmly. "Tell you what?"

Judy lunged down, squashing her belly against his middle and flattening her tits to his chest. She opened her mouth wide over his face. Her teeth wrapped under his snout and over his forehead, then her tongue cradled his chin.

Nick squirmed. His shouts muffled into her maw, "Alright, alright! I'll tell you!"

Judy leaned back up.

Nick wiped the slobber off of his muzzle. "Ptooie. The Alpha keeps his prisoners in Grey's old bakery."

Judy rolled off of Nick, plopping her plump posterior on the floor. "Good. You're coming with."

Nick shook his head. "The hell I am!"

Judy grabbed his arm. "How do I know I can trust you, hmm? Besides, if you aren't coming with me, I don't have any further use for you. I may as well just devour you right here."

Elephant shouted from outside. "It's The Alpha! I gotta scram!" The cab door slammed, and its engine revved.

Judy hollered, "Wait!!"

Squealing tires trailed off into the distance.

* * * * *

Judy stepped outside with Nick. The cab was gone. "Damn Elephant."

Nick shut the door to the ranger scouts den. He pointed up the road. "We'd better make tracks, too."

A buggy with large wheels approached from afar with a loud, growling engine. It occupied half of the width of the road, and its blue headlights were blinding in the pitch black of night.

Judy and Nick dashed across the street and into an alleyway.

Judy asked, "Why are you hiding from your own boss?"

Nick narrowed his eyes. "He's not gonna be too happy when he finds me with an outside agent."

They watched the oncoming buggy.

It parked by Nick's open door. A corpulent crocodile sat in the driver's seat. The side of the buggy had no door, letting his blubbery leg expand past the edge of the seat and hang in rolls out of the car. They had already burst a few seams in his black jeans. His lower belly covered over his lap, and it hung over his thighs and knees. It was bare, showing the stretch marks between his forest green scales. He wore a leather vest, which was forever open over his bulbous gut. Unlike the softer rolls of his spare tire, his abs formed a massive balloon fit to pop. It groaned and churned loudly, and it smothered the steering wheel before him. His tree trunk arms squashed their lard against his sides as he reached around his own girth to grip the steering wheel. His moobs plumped up over his stomach in mounds as high as his chin.

His mouth opened, nudging his chins into his pecs. He belched, "BFOOURP!!" He patted his gut, sloshing its taut contents. His gruff voice spoke slowly. "I think, (huhff), that just made room for, (guhff), one more." His stomach groaned in deep tones.

He reached into a cage in the passenger seat, which opened at its top. He pulled out a sheep by the scruff of its neck.

The sheep bleated pitifully, kicking its legs and whacking the crocodile's arm.

The crocodile shoved the sheep into his long, razor-toothed snout all at once. His cheeks ballooned. With a grunt and a wet gulp, he pumped it down his neck. His stomach tensed an inch wider and an inch taller. It gurgled and squelched with his new prey.

Judy whispered to Nick. "The Alpha?"

Nick nodded.

The Alpha scooted sideways, slowly pulling his tubby leg out of the buggy. His leg hit the ground, and his belly slapped down with horrid burbles. He gradually tugged the other leg out, as well, and his gargantuan gut laid down past his knees. His waist billowed with thick rolls almost as wide as he was tall. Plus, his hips nearly matched their width, giving him a spherical shape. The crocodile's ass rounded more than half an arm's length behind him, and his love handles reached almost as far. His fattened tail stretched as broad as his backside. Spiky ridges ran down its topside.

His thighs bulged over his knees, and so he walked in wide waddles. His arms swayed laterally, propped up by the swell of his waist and the circumference of his tire-sized biceps. With each footfall, his stomach groaned, and he wheezed hoarsely. His stomps shook the ground.

Nick sighed. "Great. We need a way out of here before he realizes I'm not home."

Judy said, "We could take his car."

Nick shook his head. "Sorry. Are we looking at the same car? Unless you plan on growing an extra ten feet taller, that's a no-go." He stroked his chin. "But usually, he rides with an owl, just to pick off any smaller prey that try funny business. Where's she?"

Judy pointed to a smaller car behind The Alpha's. It was a red hot rod about Judy's height. "Looks like that's the one. I can take care of the owl. You distract The Alpha."

Nick grimaced. "What?! Why me?!" Then, he smirked. "No wait, I have it. Leave it to me."

Judy glared.

The Alpha turned laboriously towards Nick's home and away from the street. His big rump quaked from the mere effort of turning around.

Nick dashed out from the alleyway.

Judy herself darted up the road. She approached the hot rod from behind and peered inside.

The rear-view mirror showed a chubby owl in the driver's seat. Under her big, round eyes, two bubbly cheeks bordered her tiny beak. She reached into a cage in the passenger seat and plucked out a mouse the size of her head. She held it over her open beak and let the poor prey fall into her maw. It plummeted directly down her gullet with a casual gulp.

Judy needed an angle of approach.

The owl's window was open.

Judy just needed to draw the owl's sight elsewhere. She found a tin can at her feet and kicked it, then ducked.

The can clattered on the road behind the car.

Quickly, Judy held herself to the hot rod's side and snuck up to the driver's side door. She popped back up.

The owl's head was turned backwards, looking over her own back, towards the direction of the kicked can.

Judy hopped through the window with a wide-open mouth. Immediately, she thrust her jaws over the owl's head.

The owl shouted, but Judy's mouth muted its cries. The owl thrashed side to side, unable to shake the bunny loose.

Judy's forepaws grasped the car door while she lowered herself down the owl. Her cheeks stretched around the spiked shoulder pads of the owl's leather jacket, while her bunny nose dug into the owl's feathery cleavage.

The owl pushed on Judy's shoulders. The bird's struggling bounced her fluffy melon tits and bobbed her potbelly.

Judy snatched the waistband of the owl's leather skirt and yanked the bird up into the window. The bunny tugged hard, mashing the owl's hefty hooters into her mouth. The big boobs squished with pliant give in her maw, like two big rolls of dough.

Judy pulled further, locking the owl's wings in her mouth. Her teeth bit into the owl's fatty middle and love handles.

The stomach was denser, fluffing out against Judy's jaw, especially as it bulged thicker the lower Judy sucked. The owl's adipose lent her body a tender, succulent feeling.

Judy gnawed on the owl's plump flesh, massaging the plush pudge in her jaws. Her forepaws met her mouth, and the owl's tail met her lower lip. Her belly bloated with the owl's upper body. Crooning moans echoed from her middle, which ached dully around her prey. Her stomach had never expanded to such a capacity before. Now, she was tearing its elasticity far beyond what she knew. Her forepaws moved to her middle, and she caressed a lumpy gut that bowed out like a dome.

Judy sucked the owl's hips into her lips, and her mandible bit into the owl's flabby rump. Two blubbery hemispheres of butt crammed against Judy's lower jaw and pressed over Judy's chin. The bunny chewed on the owl's ample ass, and her teeth clenched on its puffy lard to reel it further inward. Meanwhile, her tongue licked over the owl's ticklish but stubby tail feathers.

Once Judy had the owl's ass, her lower lip wrapped in the crease between the owl's butt and her chunky thighs. Judy's upper lip sealed past the owl's lower belly and over her puffy mound. The bunny sucked further, using her teeth to bite down on the owl's flabby legs and hold her in place. After the bird's hefty haunches, her thunder thighs were a relief on Judy's cheeks.

Judy supported her growing gut in her arms. It inflated larger by the moment, cramming the owl into a tight fetal position while her stomach stretched painfully. She slurped down the end of the owl, caught the owl's pumps in her teeth, and spit them out. Her belly sprawled farther than she could grip, and her legs buckled. Her forepaws latched onto the door while her legs shook. With her arms straight, her belly squashed against the car door. A humid belch wormed up her esophagus, but she clamped her lips shut, only uttering a hushed "hrrrmph."

She slumped sideways and rested her right hip on the car door. Her forepaw fingered the door handle, and she leaned upright before throwing it open. Her legs burned under their new weight. Swiftly, she angled her rump towards the driver's seat and collapsed backward into the car, with her legs hanging out into the street.

Its suspension whined from the impact, and the car tilted down towards Judy.

She fought down her meal while she looked ahead.

The Alpha stood by the door to Nick's place. "I know, (hwooof), I know you're in there!" He let out a damp burp, "Burp-ghourp!"

Nick, meanwhile, was in The Alpha's buggy. He stood in the passenger seat, and his ears just barely popped higher than the back of the seat.

Judy could just barely see The Alpha's cage of captives in the passenger seat, too.

Gently, Nick turned the cage on its side and opened it.

Critters yelped and hollered as they jumped out, flooding into the street. Frogs hopped, squirrels skittered, birds flew, and more.

The Alpha turned towards the commotion. "Hunh?"

A platypus dashed by The Alpha's hindpaws.

The Alpha reached down for it, but he lost his balance and fell forward onto his globular gut. His middle groaned forcefully back at him. "Ohh, (hurff), damnit!" He planted his palms on the ground and pushed slowly.

Nick spoke into Judy's ear. "You gonna let me in or what?!"

Judy saw Nick right by her side. "Smartass." She shifted into the driver's seat, scrunching her distended belly against the steering wheel. Its vinyl jammed into her already-pained middle. Her engorged gut blimped between her legs and under the wheel, and it flooded over the top of the steering wheel, too. Its size pushed Judy's breasts up. She closed her door, then leaned sideways and unlocked the passenger door.

Nick leapt in. "Punch it!"

Judy slammed her foot on the accelerator. The hot rod's tires peeled out, and she sped around The Alpha's buggy.

* * * * *

Nick wiped his forehead. "You remember the way to Gideon's?"

Judy's belly jabbed upward. She took one paw off the wheel and pressed it down against her gut. "HNGH!!--Yeah." Then, she reached in her hip-strained pocket and pulled out the bottle of digestive pills. She took her other paw off of the wheel, letting her gorged gut secure it in place. That let her open the bottle, pop a pill in her mouth, and put the bottle back in her pocket. Afterwards, she reached around her distended middle and barely put her paws on the wheel.

Nick asked, "You alright there?"

Judy's belly squelched and sizzled. Her overactive gut popped with gastric effort, and it sparked a wet belch. "Yeah. Just, that owl was thicker than I counted on." Judy blew a sigh of relief as her working belly relieved its tension. "Come to think of it, it seems like everyone here is a bit hefty. I expected the population to be malnourished and underfed." Her belly churned, and its uneven contours softened slightly, turning into a big bowl that bulged against the steering wheel.

Nick cocked an eyebrow. "You've had thinner days yourself, Carrots. Since when were you a pred?"

"Hopps." That was all the response she offered. Her belly deflated a few inches, retreating from the steering wheel, and its stress lessened further. She blew out another sigh of relief, and this one turned into a burp, "HooUURP." At the same time, her hips spread wider, and her ass plumped thicker. Her thighs widened, as well, popping a few seams on her pants. As her stomach lowered, her breasts swelled, tugging her neckline and stretching the fabric of her tank top thin.

Nick said, "Well, the preds at the top of the food chain stay there by eating anyone under them. And the helpless little prey rely on government rations for food. I can tell you from experience, that muck is awful. It's got zilch for nutrition, but it does at least meet caloric standards. And then some. It makes prey look pretty damn tasty to preds, if you catch my drift."

Judy's stomach shrunk further, relaxing into a mound of flab that rolled over her waistband. Its lowest, softest roll blanketed most of her lap. Her tank top only held her breasts, pushed up to the top of her abs by the combined volume of her squishy belly, wide waist, and pooching love handles. Her top pulled taut over her breasts, which were now luxurious pillows of pudge. Her pants fit tight, too, rending many of the seams over her rump. Its rotund cheeks filled out the seat under her, and they formed a considerable shelf behind her. Between them, her crack cradled her tail. Her thighs swelled with lard through the torn openings of her pant seams, and her calves ballooned. "...I see. But you, you're just as lean as ever."

Nick tapped his temple. "Ahh, Carrots. If you want to get anywhere in Zootopia, you've got to know the right people. The Alpha has connections with some of the greatest black market gardeners. Peppers that would make a camel sweat, tomatoes juicier than a water balloon, iceberg lettuce with a crisp like--"

"I got it." Judy tugged her shirt's hem down over her belly. When she let go, it rode back up. Her middle slouched outward with a smooth curve bent down by gravity.