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Judy sped the hot rod through the torn-up streets of Zootopia. Old Pootsie Roll Pop wrappers littered the hot rod's dashboard.

Her right hindpaw, thickened with a layer of pudge, held down on the accelerator. As the car jostled over ill-maintained roadways, her wide, flabby calves bopped with gelatinous inertia, stuffed tight in her camouflaged pant legs. Her thighs had ripped gashes in the sides of her pants, spilling through. Those thighs flopped their hefty breadth up and down on the seat, reaching to its edges on either side. Her ass bulged in two globes of adipose behind her the size of basketballs. Deep ripples flowed over their exposed, furry peaks. They smooched inward up against her tail.

Her blubbery middle, now completely out of her shirt, bobbed over her lap. Her gut sprawled over most of her thighs, reaching further forward than her elbows as she gripped the steering wheel. Her belly sloshed like mercury against her thunderous thighs. At her sides, stacked waist rolls jiggled with trenches of fat deeper than her fingers. Behind, her meaty love handles clapped her rump. Her tank top had retreated from her gut, so that it only covered her heavy breasts. The two ample orbs billowed beyond her belly and squished between her chunky biceps, rocking lazily. Her top offered poor support, and the quaking of her sizable rack pulled the fur of her chest and strained her back. Even the hem of her shirt dug into the new fat under her shoulder blades.

Her neck wobbled, too, now fleshed out by a buttressing double chin. Her cheeks had blown wider, like two softballs of pudge, shaking with each insignificant bump the car hit.

Nick eyed Judy's protruding middle. "So, how'd you know The Alpha had the President? I just got the news myself."

Judy said, "My intel coming into Zootopia was slim. I only had a tracker pointing me to the President's phone." She patted her obese hip, where her pants pocket was. "And I found the phone in Jezebel's dressing room at the old Fruit Bat. After that, I had to find out who Jezebel was."

Nick nodded long and slow. "Ahhh, it's all coming together. Yeah, Jezebel was with The Alpha when he questioned the President. Not surprising she took the President's phone. The ones we have on the inside are contraband and, well, kind of crappy." Nick held up a smartphone with a shattered screen. Curling wires frayed from its edges.

Judy pulled onto another street, which ended in a town square. She parked a few meters from the circular clearing ahead. "This the place?"

Nick said, "You got it. Just up ahead is the bakery." He reached for the door handle.

Judy grabbed his arm and jerked him away from his door. "Where do you think you're going?"

Nick brushed off his arm. "There's guards. You can't just walk in. But they trust me. You need me to distract them."

Judy shook her head, swaying her bubbly cheeks. "So you can tip them off and get me caught? No, you stay right here while I take care of them."

Nick chuckled. "I stay here, and I can go inform The Alpha behind your back. Face it, Carrots. Either way you go, you have to trust me."

Judy scowled.

Nick shrugged. "I mean, a selfish person would be on your side anyway, in the off chance that you could get them out of here. Not that I'd ever want anything in return for my humble services."

Judy growled. "Alright. But if you fuck this up, it's your ass for dinner."

Nick smirked. "Don't I know it! Anyway, my signal will be a sneeze. Once you hear that, the coast is clear." He exited the car quietly.

Judy opened her door. With one foot out of the car, she lifted her broad backside from the seat, creaking the car suspension. Her bulbous breasts accidentally knocked the car horn. When it blared a loud honk, she leapt out instinctively.

From the sidewalk, Nick glared angrily at Judy. He flapped his forepaws down.

She ducked behind the driver's side of the hot rod. Her fattened gut compressed into rolls against her vast thighs. Her butt pushed into the seat of her pants, straining its threads.

In the distance, a nasally voice asked, "Fox? Whaddayou doin' out here?"

Nick responded, "Coming to check up on the President. The Alpha asked me to interrogate her."

The other voice said, "Nyehh, he told us not to let anyone see 'er."

Nick asked, "Are you sure about that?"

Silence.

The nasally one said, "Ehh, pretty sure."

Nick said, "You know how The Alpha gets. Maybe you ought to go check with him."

The other one said, "Dog gammit. Yer right. But no funny business while I go check, okay Fox?"

Nick replied, "Scout's honor!"

Clomping shoes. Judy counted one set of feet.

Nick sneezed, "Wha-choo!!"

Judy stood back up. Her exposed underbelly flopped down heavily and covered her pelvis.

Nobody there now, aside from Nick.

She waddled ahead, scraping her stuffed thighs, and entered the town square of Savanna Central. Somehow, after all these years, it still smelled like fried oil.

Moonlight exposed a vast circle of rocky pavement. At its center was a shallow, round pool that had long since dried up. In its middle were the crumbled ruins of two statues. It used to be a sculpture of a gazelle shaking paws with a cheetah; now, it was a heap of rocks.

Run-down businesses lined the perimeter of the square. The vacated clothing store no longer had a glass facade or any mannequins. The window of the restaurant used to show patrons munching happily; now, it was broken in, viewing an empty dining room. The music store followed suit, with shattered windows and a bare showroom.

And then, next to Judy, stood Gideon Grey's Real Good Baked Stuff. Its carnation awning displayed a characteristic cupcake logo. Its windows were intact. Naturally, at this time of night, they were pitch black. The bakery looked perfectly preserved.

Judy walked past Nick to the bakery door. Her ponderous ass bobbed in the wake of her pendulous hips.

He snorted. "You're welcome."

Judy pulled open the door. Inside, it was perfectly lit--not dark at all. The windows must have been one-way all along. A rustic vibe characterized the bakery, from wooden floors to white walls.

A corpulent cow, thrice Judy's height, sat on the floor. Her calves billowed as wide as they were long, and her thighs plumped even thicker, spreading over the floor. Her skirt clung to her thighs. Above, her stomach bloated like a massive balloon, stretching over her lap and down past her knees. It had clearly burst out of her shirt, which draped open over the sides of her gut. Her white-and-black-splotched cow hide radiated tender and red. It churned and groaned in deep, layered moans. Her breasts weighed atop her gut, each bigger than her head. She slacked her mouth open and panted.

Judy rushed to the cow's side. Standing, Judy was a smidge shorter than the sitting cow. "Madame President. I'll get you out of here."

The President whimpered, "Mmmooooo."

Judy wrapped her arm behind the President, only reaching as far as her tubby shoulder. The rabbit's hefty knockers and sweeping hips leaned into the President's corpulent arm. "Can you stand?"

The President shook her head languidly. Her belly issued soggy churns.

A voice shouted behind Judy, "Hey!!"

Judy spun around.

A tortoise in a tattered white coat held a fresh blueberry pie. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He stood a few heads taller than Judy.

Judy said, "Getting the President out of here."

The tortoise held a forepaw to his chest. "Over my dead body! She is to be my greatest dish ever, l'vache graisse!" He stepped towards the President, pie in hand.

Judy blocked him off. "Just turn around."

The tortoise pushed her.

She fell back against the President's rump, which was both larger and softer than a beanbag chair. Judy pushed herself back up and rammed the tortoise's hard chest with her shoulder.

The tortoise fell onto his back and dropped the pie.

Judy's shoulder smarted.

The tortoise flailed his arms and legs in a futile attempt to right himself. He was stuck on his back.

Judy grabbed his hindpaws and pulled them into her mouth. Her cheeks stretched easily, and she swallowed down the tortoise's legs without issue, especially with their smooth hide. She couldn't get her lips around the shell, though. With his legs in her mouth, she grabbed his shell, ran forward, and pushed the tortoise into the wall. From there, she shoved herself forward, using her legs to force her lips onward over the shell. Finally, when she was up to the tortoise's armpits, she grabbed his head in her forepaws and shoved it down.

Now, her belly was the size of that tortoise. Its lumpy girth piled under her. Her legs slacked over her underbelly, and her hindpaws barely reached the ground. "Hic!! Ouurgh." Her belly felt ready to sunder.

Nick walked in. "Got a little peckish, I see."

* * * * *

Nick's eyes darted back and forth between the President and Judy. "Any bright ideas on how we leave now? Neither of you look fit to stand."

Judy rubbed her aching gut. Its surface felt solid and raw.

The tortoise roiled inside her, punching and kicking against her taut skin. Each one felt like a bolt piercing her from within.

She rode her own rocking stomach and pushed down on the tortoise. Her fat ass wagged in the air, jerked into wobbles by her raucous middle. Her belly squelched like a lion roaring through a tub of gelatin. "I'll be fine, (huhff), I just--oongh--need to take a digestHIC!!--digestive pill." She reached to her pants and pulled out the bottle of pills.

The tortoise kicked hard.

Sharp pain struck Judy's side, and she dropped the bottle. "Yeow!!" The bottle bounced off her mountainous belly and rolled away.

To Judy's side, the bakery door slammed open.

In stomped a rotund crocodile, The Alpha. With each footfall, his wrecking ball belly lurched. His gut issued continual groans and gurgles, deep and loud.

Nick jumped. "The-The Alpha!!" He cleared his throat. "You're just in time, I caught this bunny after she ate Clarence!"

Judy's ears pinned back. "Nick!!!"

The Alpha snickered. "'Nick'?"

Nick averted his eyes. "My name on the outside."

The Alpha guffawed, leaning down to pat Nick on the head. "Good job, Nicky. I'll get you some apples." He turned to Judy. "Looks like you got something caught in your teeth." He put his paws between Judy's lips and forced her jaws open.

The tortoise's head grinded upward through Judy's esophagus and into her mouth. "Oh, hey!"

The Alpha grunted. "You let this little shrimp eat you?"

The tortoise shrugged his throat-bound shoulders. "Pretty embarrassing, I know!"

The Alpha pressed down on Judy's back. "Well, get out of there. We'll talk about this later." The Alpha leaned his considerable bulk on Judy's back, forcing her down towards the ground.

As Judy lowered, her mouth retreated over the tortoise, like she was a wrapper peeling off of a candy bar. Her mouth descended along the tortoise's shell, tail, and legs.

Finally, The Alpha clutched the tortoise's arms and ripped him completely out of Judy. "Get outta my sight. Or at least get washed up."

The tortoise lumbered away with sopping footsteps.

The Alpha looked down at Judy. "As for you..."

Judy laid on her stomach, panting and weak. Her heart raced, and her shuddering lungs couldn't grasp enough air. Her stomach was no longer a mountain; instead, it was an aching pillow under her.

The Alpha snatched her wrist and lifted her off the ground.

Her plump, exhausted body dangled before The Alpha's face.

He licked his chops. He opened wide, raised Judy over his maw, and let go.

Judy's limp body hit his gullet.

His tongue cradled her blubbery butt, pressing her potbelly and fat tits against the roof of his mouth. His muscular esophagus constricted around her ankles. It sucked her inward, mashing her flesh and bones in his muggy passage.

Judy's flabby calves squished through his throat, which clenched her adipose tight in its hold. Her thighs crushed even harder because of their thicker girth. Her hips were thickest of all. Her bulbous ass, saddlebag hips, and chunky spare tire all pushed inward on her in The Alpha's swallow.

Once her hips passed through, The Alpha's throat had leverage to shotgun the rest of Judy's body through.

Judy splashed into a muddy pool of half-digested food. In the pitch-black chamber, her only senses were the feel of dense, damp muck, the burbling sound of dissolving prey, and an overwhelming tangy yet vinegarry scent. Her stomach turned.

The Alpha's stomach was full to capacity, and its ceiling crumpled Judy down into the masticated mush.

Judy craned her head up, fighting The Alpha's stomach. She pushed against the food under her, but her paws just sunk into it. She couldn't get anywhere.

The Alpha's esophagus opened, and up whooshed a gust of gas. His belly reverberated and his throat croaked as he belched.

Inspiration struck Judy. She writhed and wriggled, shaking up The Alpha's belly.

A gas bubble popped under her, and it blew up through The Alpha's neck.

Judy snuck her long ears up with it. Her bunny ears poked through the narrow passageway. She flitted them and tickled The Alpha's uvula.

The food under her sloshed and churned, rolling over with tumultuous waves. It flopped Judy up against the ceiling until finally, it slipped her up through The Alpha's neck. His throat jettisoned her outward, and she cannonballed past his teeth and through his lips.

Judy hit the ground with a wet splat. Her bones ached and her muscles stung. Hot bile dripped from her fur.

The Alpha reeled back, panting heavily. "Oh, you've done it now!" He wiped his lips on his arm.

Everything went black.

* * * * *

Water slapped Judy's face.

She sat up with a start, sputtering.

The jagged cobblestone of the town square jut into her legs.

The Alpha's monumental belly towered over her. He threw aside a bucket.

Overhead, the latent dawn presented as a dark blue in the sky. A mob surrounded the square, looking inward. Rogues and ruffians of all species whooped and hollered once Judy awoke. Aardvarks, tigers, blue jays, giraffes, and more stared inward, down at Judy.

The Alpha peered down at her over the curvature of his huge gut. "Morning, grass-eater. Get up."

Judy rubbed the pain in her forehead.

The Alpha clutched her wrist. "I said, 'Get up.' I wanna see a good tussle. Don't up and quit on me." He yanked her onto her feet. "A'right Jezebel, she's all yours." Then, he stepped back into the mob.

As he got out of the way, a corpulent jackal walked into view, twice Judy's height. She wore rhinestone boots on her swollen, spherical calves. Her bare, golden thighs spilled over the sides of her calves in copious pawfuls of blubbery excess. They led up to hips so thick that Judy could scarcely see her gem-studded bikini bottom past the billows of furry flesh around it. The jackal's belly flowed down her front like a gush of lard. Its bottom roll slapped its stretched cellulite against her tubby thighs. At her middle, her stomach puffed inward, and a large diamond capped her enormous navel. Her upper belly projected out, wide and curved, half an arm's length forward. Two boobs, each larger than her head, pursed over the tight confines of her glimmering bikini top.

A thick slab of pudge girded Jezebel's neck. Her fat snout wrinkled as she grinned wide with sharp, slobbery teeth. Her long, arrowhead-shaped ears stood straight up. "Carrots, eh? I don't usually do veggies, but in yer case, I'll make an exception."

Judy spread her feet and touched a forepaw to the ground. Her lowered stance spread her bulky thighs and dangled her broad, voluminous belly. "Hopps."

Jezebel thrust her right leg backward and launched forward onto her left leg. As she swung it forward, its immense width scraped against her other leg, and the pudge along its outside quivered in the air. At the same time, her galloping thigh shouldered her heavy belly aside. She landed with a thud that rocked her hips, while her massive tits suspended in the air from their careening momentum. Jezebel cast her arms forward, then lunged again, this time looming over Judy.

Judy leapt laterally, sidestepping the incoming meteor of mass.

Jezebel body slammed the ground. Her breasts softened her fall and cushioned the full length of her jiggly jaw. She squished deep into her plentiful paunch, crushing it wide under her own weight. Her thighs clapped down into her underbelly, which propped her legs up high enough so that her knees never reached the ground. Jezebel's bushy tail laid in the trench between her thick pouches of back flab, while her tremendous rump wobbled in the air.

Judy jumped onto Jezebel's back. The rabbit's hindpaws found uneasy purchase in the jackal's plush back fat. Judy kneeled down and put one forepaw on either side of Jezebel's neck, just behind her jaw. With enough power, this would knock her out. Judy raised her arms and chopped them back down, striking Jezebel's lardy neck with force.

It plapped with soft ripples. Jezebel snorted. "You havin' fun back d'ere?"

Well, it would have knocked her out, if not for the thick plating of pudge protecting her.

Jezebel pushed off of the ground, bucking her back upward and tossing Judy to the sky. The jackal's bare ass cheeks pumped with a meaty clap.

Judy rocketed upward and flailed.

Below her, Jezebel flopped onto her cushy rump. She laid back and raised her blubbery legs, then opened them. Their adipose parted just enough to show a sliver of space.

Judy fell feet-first into the gap. Her lardy hips caught fast between Jezebel's chunky thighs.

The jackal cranked her legs together. Despite their plush, immense fat, they crushed inward on Judy with the blunt force of a trash compactor. Her flesh squeezed together over Judy, sealing over the rabbit's upper legs, hips, and torso. The dense padding of Jezebel's thighs did little to dull the pressure.

Judy gasped for air while her lungs were crushed.

As Judy looked up Jezebel's body, the jackal's thighs formed vast, rolling plains of flesh. Where they met, they crashed together with millions of dimples. A bare belly with yellow-tan fur steamrolled the top of her legs, rising over her middle in a mushroom cloud of obesity. Her protruding abs propped up her globular tits, flashing like giant disco balls in their bejeweled bra. Jezebel's fat face leered between them to snarl at Judy.

Judy popped her arms out and pushed against Jezebel's legs. Her paws made no progress, though, and they merely kneaded the jackal's pudge. She wheezed hoarsely.

Jezebel swayed her hips, rocking her large gut. "Mmm, dat feels good. Almost as good as yer gonna taste."

Judy couldn't get anywhere with her arms, but a rabbit's power is all in the legs. She thrust her knees up, even as they were lodged between Jezebel's thighs. Judy caught her feet in Jezebel's legs, creating footholds by cramming creases into the jackal's pliant flesh. The rabbit kicked hard, loosening Jezebel's grip while pushing herself back. Judy popped backward, tumbled onto her back, and reverse-somersaulted onto her hindpaws.

Jezebel rolled onto her side, then pushed herself upright onto her knees. Her big belly covered over her plush lap of compressed thigh lard, and her huge ass steadied her back by cushioning her against the ground. Above her rounded abs, her bra cupped her hefty breasts. The sternum protected her lungs; it offered another opportunity for a knockout.

Judy tensed her thighs. Her extra weight meant she'd need more power to launch into a flying kick, but with any luck, it would give her enough momentum to land a critical blow. She flew upward before Jezebel, extended her right hindpaw forward, and planted her kick right between the jackal's jugs.

Jezebel's breasts, on either side of Judy's foot, dampened its force. The jackal recoiled.

Judy bounced off of her and back to the ground. She landed with momentum that rocked her backside.

Jezebel leaned back up. "Hueh hueh hueh, that tickles!"

The crowd around them cheered and clapped.

Judy caught sight of Nick past Jezebel's side, standing in the mob. Dispassionately, he ate popcorn from a bag.

She'd devour him later. She had more pressing matters at the moment.

While Judy was momentarily distracted, Jezebel's grasp pinched Judy's ears. The jackal brought Judy close to her snout, where her humid breath ran down Judy's face. Jezebel's other forepaw crushed Judy's ankles together.

Behind Jezebel, in the crowd, Nick waved with a chipper grin. "Wait wait, Jezzy! Let me get your picture with Carrots!" He took out the President's phone.

Judy wondered when Nick had nicked that off of her.

Jezebel stood up, turned around, and spotted Nick. "Oooh, would'ja?"

Nick nodded. "Yeah yeah! Just, hold her out a little, alright? So I can get both of you in?"

Jezebel released Judy's ankles, letting the bunny dangle by her ears. "Like dis?"

Judy's forepaw grasped Jezebel's arm, and she swung her foot into the jackal's back, knocking the wind out of her.

Jezebel released Judy, and the jackal flopped onto her belly.

Judy landed on her feet. She clutched Jezebel's hindpaws and jammed them into her mouth. The jackal's jewel-encrusted boots crunched in her maw.

The crowd gasped.

Nick held his palms to his cheeks with a gaping mouth.

Judy chortled, nearly giving up Jezebel. Instead, she grabbed the jackal by the crook of her knees. Judy's thumbs dug in between bulbous calves and obese thighs. She tugged inward, yanking hard on the jackal's hefty calves. Judy used Jezebel's overflowing flesh to secure her grip.

Jezebel yelped and barked. Her forepaws clawed at the ground, and her breasts and belly dragged along the pavement.

Judy's lips met Jezebel's soft thighs, and Judy sucked inward.

Though Jezebel's thighs spanned much wider, silken fur covered their cushy warmth, making them a much more enjoyable dish than the boots. On their way into Judy's mouth, they stretched her lips painfully wide. Further down, they caught in Judy's gullet.

Judy's esophagus bulged twice as large as her hips, pushing down against her collarbone and up against her chin. Judy's lagomorphic proportions grappled to contain the obese jackal. She slapped her chubby arms around Jezebel's tubby rump, dug her fingers into the jackal's hip creases, and barely snatched the flashy underwear.

She tugged with all her might. Her nose dug deep into the crevice between the jackal's ass cheeks.

Each cheek alone dwarfed Judy's head thrice over. Jezebel's butt slacked over Judy's face. As the jackal struggled, her cheeks swayed back and forth, clapping their girth against Judy's head.

Judy gulped angrily.

Jezebel's cheeks passed between Judy's teeth, pushing their cushy immensity against Judy's jaws. Once inside, Jezebel's cheeks crammed into each of the rabbit's facial cheeks.

Judy's cheeks swelled so big that her arms could barely hold them. She felt like the world's chubby bunny champion.

Meanwhile, Jezebel's underbelly smothered Judy's chin and torso. The huge bloom of blubber weighed heavy on Judy.

The rabbit slurped on, lapping her tongue through fluffy fur and chomping her mandible into pursing, oozing flesh.

The marshmallow density of Jezebel's gut made it a joy to gnaw on, even in spite of its size.

Judy's lower jaw grappled through bulbous belly fat, and her upper jaw hopped from one trench of back lard to the next. Her mouth rolled easily over the broad folds of Jezebel's waist.

As the jackal's stomach entered her mouth, Judy's own stomach blossomed under her. Its lumpy, kicking, struggling girth propped her off of the ground. Her back laid over her belly, and her legs dangled down the underside of her belly. Her hindpaws secured against the cobblestone.

Jezebel put her forepaws on Judy's shoulders and pushed. Her diamond-encrusted nails bit into Judy's plump shoulders.

Judy sucked harder, though, and clinched the jackal's own shoulders in her maw, constricting her foe's arms.

Jezebel's rotund, dense breasts filled Judy's face while her abs bloated Judy's neck nearly to the ground.

The mob jeered and booed.

Judy belted down Jezebel's head. Now, her belly propped her into an upright standing position; it crested just under her chin, spanning twice her width side to side and front to back. Her gut quaked and churned. She stroked its taut bulk in stunned silence. It churned and tossed, driving out a blast of gas through Judy's tested esophagus. "HncghUUUUURP!!"

The crowd fell silent.

Judy slapped her enormous stomach. "That's (BHOOURP!) right!"

Nick ran out to Judy. He held up a white pill in his forepaw. "C'mon, Miss Universe. Take one of these before The Alpha punches her out of you."

Judy held a forepaw over Nick's, then hesitated.

Nick grimaced. "Just take the damn pill. We don't have much time. I swear it's your digestive medicine."

Judy grabbed the pill with a scowl. "You'll understand if my trust is a little short these days." She swallowed it.

Nick looked around nervously. "Where is The Alpha, anyway? I thought he'd be right over here to kick your ass." His eyes widened and his ears pinned back. "Unless..."

* * * * *

Judy's belly softened a few inches inward, and her ass burst right through her pants, encroaching down over the backs of her thighs. Her thighs and calves shredded her pants and left tatters of cloth on the ground under growing bunny buns. Her widening waist swallowed over her pants pockets and sealed them against her fattening hips, even as the rest of her pants fell away. She pushed one hindpaw forward, towards Gideon's bakery. Her thighs ground together while her forward leg shoved her globular gut along the ground. "Everyone, out of the way!!"

The mob watched and chittered.

Judy's belly softened further, retreating inward so that only a foot or two met the ground. Her rump billowed wider, and it hung just below her knees. At the same time, her hips ballooned half an arm's length on either side. Her boobs inflated with fat, too, growing to meaty armfuls that peeked under and over her shirt. Judy stepped forward again, with ease now that her gut had shrunken. Her corpulent leg gave her footfall a commanding stomp, and her urgently digesting gut blared once more, "GHWOOURP!!"

The crowd parted, creating an aisle from Judy to the bakery. There, The Alpha was dragging a very bloated Madame President towards his nearby buggy.

Judy marched forward another step, now advancing into the opening in the crowd. Her diminishing belly pulled up from the ground and slapped down only as far as her shins. Her calves thickened into ground-dragging cankles, pressed down even harder by heavy thighs that pushed her legs apart and dipped their own flesh between her calves. Her ass overshadowed both of them, and its heft crushed down to her calves while it projected nearly as far behind her as she could reach. Her hips followed suit, rounding out in massive sacks of lard further out than her elbows. Her breasts burst bigger, too, beyond her reach. Her poor top covered only the middle third of her tits. Her underboobs swelled under its hem, and her breasts plumped up above its neckline with rotund muffin tops. Her chin gushed over her neck and towards her cleavage, while her bubbly cheeks met her pudgy shoulders.

The crowd approached her on either side.

She thrust her hips right, bowling the curious critters back with her humongous haunch. Then, she launched her lard left. Her ass clobbered the mob like a boulder from a catapult.

She narrowed her eye and looked up to The Alpha. "You're going to back off and let us leave with the President."

Nick skittered in the wake of Judy's vast derriere.

The President said, "You, (huhff), must be--(HIC)--out of your mind. It is impossible for me to move at all. I'll, (nnngh), burst."

Nick took out a digestive pill and offered it to her. "C'mon, take one of these. It'll help."

The President snatched the pill and swallowed it.

The Alpha stepped forward and leaned down, squashing his underbelly against his calves and his sagging gut over the ground.

Judy waddled between the President and The Alpha. She blocked off The Alpha from his bovine prey.

The Alpha grabbed Judy by her chunky neck. "Get out of my way!"

The President moaned torturously. "Ohhh heavens... What was in that...?!" Her hide stretched even further, uttering leathery creaks. It ballooned down her calves and higher than her nose.

Nick asked, "Carrots, is it normal for the President to look so combustible?"

Judy's forepaws floundered at The Alpha's grip on her neck. "Hrrrk! I'm a little--chznk--busy, Nick!"

The bigger the President's stomach bloomed, the louder it gurgled and lower it creaked. It rumbled like a fierce storm, and it blimped to her feet. It peaked higher than her scalp, and its bloat sloshed her bulky tits down against her face. She mooed, long and sorrowful.

The Alpha let go of Judy's neck. "Is... she gonna blow?" He stepped back cautiously.

Judy hacked and rubbed her neck.

The President's belly kept growing.

Nick said, "Judy, I--"

An earth-shattering explosion detonated under the President. It boomed continually, "FRRRRRR..." Soon, a sulfuric stench filled the air. Her backside pumped methane like a geyser.

It burned in Judy's lungs, and her eye watered.

Nick hacked and gagged.

The Alpha wheezed and fell on his back.

The President's entire body rumbled and rocked. The gaseous blast rippled her globular glutes, jostled her overfed belly, and even bopped her hefty breasts. She gritted her teeth as her flabby cheeks wobbled. Her fart was deeper and louder than any foghorn.

The crowd around them stampeded away in a panic. Even their shouts, cries, and clamorous feet couldn't register over the apocalyptic volume of the President's backside.

Judy felt light-headed. Her head weighed a ton, and her feet tried to slip out from under her. At the same time, her stomach churned and lurched, and her airways caught fire.

Then, she recalled her gas masks. She could feel the remaining shreds of her pants between her right hip and her huge waist. She reached her blubbery arm downward, and her thick fingers fumbled at her waist creases. Her pudgy paw just about found her hip, but she couldn't get into its fold. It was too far down a body that was too tubby, and it was too far deep inside her folded fat.

She slapped her waist. "Ni--(HACK)!"

Weakly, Nick fell against her swollen side. He followed her plapping paw and fished his own fingers into her crushing crevice. His forepaw fit into her side past his wrist. Then, he ripped it out. He held two sheets of clear rubber with metallic mouthpieces. He took one for himself and handed the other to Judy.

She sealed her lips around the mouthpiece and pulled the rubber over her scalp, wrapping her head in it. Its lip naturally sealed around her neck. Instantly, she could breathe.

Nick put on his own. His chest heaved a few moments. But then, he gave Judy a thumbs up.

The President's flatulence continued, "RRRPBPBPB..."

Meanwhile, The Alpha had passed out.

The President's fart petered out into clapping bubbles, "prt-prrt-brrt..." Her legs had grown, ripping right through her skirt and spreading over the ground in massive heaps of fat. The President's backside propped her up, fattened even thicker, forming two mounds, each nearly as large as her stomach. The back of her skirt had torn through, so that its shredded threads draped woefully over her hips.

Her stomach had shrunken. Now, it only sprawled halfway down her calves, and it rose as high as her collar bone. Its bottom was a broad mattress of adipose layered over her legs. That built upwards with inward curves, like her belly was a bowl of melting ice cream.

Her breasts topped that bowl, each bigger than half the size of her stomach. Their lard rest over the sides of her gut, lacking enough room to lay on top of it. Her shirt, formerly enough to restrain her belly, now barely held onto her bosom. Her inflated biceps had ripped its sleeves.

It had worked. The digestive pill had hastened her body's metabolic processes, resulting in the same kind of gains Judy had experienced. The President's foul eruption was just part of the process.

A faint car engine hummed from far off.

The President huffed and puffed as she looked around. "Where has everyone gone?"

With a screech, a car stopped right behind Judy. She looked over her shoulder.

There was Elephant, poking her head out of her cab. She wrapped a wing over her nostrils. "GOLL-lee, WHAT is that smell?!"