{"sf1_id":1883922,"sf2_id":"znJldLBe","title":"Escape from Zootopia - Chapter 4 (BBW, Vore)","author":"whatsonsecond","words":5539,"posted_at":"2022-08-07T14:52:00.000Z","tags":["BBW","Fat","Feederism","Judy Hopps","Vore","Weight Gain","Zootopia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1883922-escape-from-zootopia-chapter-4-bbw-vore","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJldLBe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5e/06/5e06e1fb-e26a-4b0e-9101-2a34be19fd0d","description":"#4 of Escape from Zootopia\n\nJudy, more than a hundred pounds heavier, finds Madame President, who herself is stuffed to bursting. Can Judy haul the bloated bovine to safety, or are her eyes bigger than her stomach?\nThanks to Lobster for the thumbnail template!","content":"Judy sped the hot rod through the torn-up streets of Zootopia. Old Pootsie Roll Pop wrappers littered the hot rod's dashboard.\n\nHer 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.\n\nHer 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.\n\nHer 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.\n\nNick eyed Judy's protruding middle. \"So, how'd you know The Alpha had the President? I just got the news myself.\"\n\nJudy 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.\"\n\nNick 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.\n\nJudy pulled onto another street, which ended in a town square. She parked a few meters from the circular clearing ahead. \"This the place?\"\n\nNick said, \"You got it. Just up ahead is the bakery.\" He reached for the door handle.\n\nJudy grabbed his arm and jerked him away from his door. \"Where do you think you're going?\"\n\nNick brushed off his arm. \"There's guards. You can't just walk in. But they trust me. You need me to distract them.\"\n\nJudy 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.\"\n\nNick 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.\"\n\nJudy scowled.\n\nNick 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.\"\n\nJudy growled. \"Alright. But if you fuck this up, it's your ass for dinner.\"\n\nNick 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.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nFrom the sidewalk, Nick glared angrily at Judy. He flapped his forepaws down.\n\nShe 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.\n\nIn the distance, a nasally voice asked, \"Fox? Whaddayou doin' out here?\"\n\nNick responded, \"Coming to check up on the President. The Alpha asked me to interrogate her.\"\n\nThe other voice said, \"Nyehh, he told us not to let anyone see 'er.\"\n\nNick asked, \"Are you sure about that?\"\n\nSilence.\n\nThe nasally one said, \"Ehh, pretty sure.\"\n\nNick said, \"You know how The Alpha gets. Maybe you ought to go check with him.\"\n\nThe other one said, \"Dog gammit. Yer right. But no funny business while I go check, okay Fox?\"\n\nNick replied, \"Scout's honor!\"\n\nClomping shoes. Judy counted one set of feet.\n\nNick sneezed, \"Wha-choo!!\"\n\nJudy stood back up. Her exposed underbelly flopped down heavily and covered her pelvis.\n\nNobody there now, aside from Nick.\n\nShe 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.\n\nMoonlight 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.\n\nRun-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.\n\nAnd 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.\n\nJudy walked past Nick to the bakery door. Her ponderous ass bobbed in the wake of her pendulous hips.\n\nHe snorted. \"You're welcome.\"\n\nJudy 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.\n\nA 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.\u0026nbsp; Her breasts weighed atop her gut, each bigger than her head. She slacked her mouth open and panted.\n\nJudy 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.\"\n\nThe President whimpered, \"Mmmooooo.\"\n\nJudy 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?\"\n\nThe President shook her head languidly. Her belly issued soggy churns.\n\nA voice shouted behind Judy, \"Hey!!\"\n\nJudy spun around.\n\nA 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.\n\nJudy said, \"Getting the President out of here.\"\n\nThe 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.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Judy blocked him off. \"Just turn around.\"\n\nThe tortoise pushed her.\n\nShe 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.\n\nThe tortoise fell onto his back and dropped the pie.\n\nJudy's shoulder smarted.\n\nThe tortoise flailed his arms and legs in a futile attempt to right himself. He was stuck on his back.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nNow, 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.\n\nNick walked in. \"Got a little peckish, I see.\"\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\nNick'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.\"\n\nJudy rubbed her aching gut. Its surface felt solid and raw.\n\nThe tortoise roiled inside her, punching and kicking against her taut skin. Each one felt like a bolt piercing her from within.\n\nShe 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.\n\nThe tortoise kicked hard.\n\nSharp pain struck Judy's side, and she dropped the bottle. \"Yeow!!\" The bottle bounced off her mountainous belly and rolled away.\n\nTo Judy's side, the bakery door slammed open.\n\nIn stomped a rotund crocodile, The Alpha. With each footfall, his wrecking ball belly lurched. His gut issued continual groans and gurgles, deep and loud.\n\nNick jumped. \"The-The Alpha!!\" He cleared his throat. \"You're just in time, I caught this bunny after she ate Clarence!\"\n\nJudy's ears pinned back. \"Nick!!!\"\n\nThe Alpha snickered. \"'Nick'?\"\n\nNick averted his eyes. \"My name on the outside.\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nThe tortoise's head grinded upward through Judy's esophagus and into her mouth. \"Oh, hey!\"\n\nThe Alpha grunted. \"You let this little shrimp eat you?\"\n\nThe tortoise shrugged his throat-bound shoulders. \"Pretty embarrassing, I know!\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nAs 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.\n\nFinally, The Alpha clutched the tortoise's arms and ripped him completely out of Judy. \"Get outta my sight. Or at least get washed up.\"\n\nThe tortoise lumbered away with sopping footsteps.\n\nThe Alpha looked down at Judy. \"As for you...\"\n\nJudy 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.\n\nThe Alpha snatched her wrist and lifted her off the ground.\n\nHer plump, exhausted body dangled before The Alpha's face.\n\nHe licked his chops. He opened wide, raised Judy over his maw, and let go.\n\nJudy's limp body hit his gullet.\n\nHis 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.\n\nJudy'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.\n\nOnce her hips passed through, The Alpha's throat had leverage to shotgun the rest of Judy's body through.\n\nJudy 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\u0026nbsp; dissolving prey, and an overwhelming tangy yet vinegarry scent. Her stomach turned.\n\nThe Alpha's stomach was full to capacity, and its ceiling crumpled Judy down into the masticated mush.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nThe Alpha's esophagus opened, and up whooshed a gust of gas. His belly reverberated and his throat croaked as he belched.\n\nInspiration struck Judy. She writhed and wriggled, shaking up The Alpha's belly.\n\nA gas bubble popped under her, and it blew up through The Alpha's neck.\n\nJudy snuck her long ears up with it. Her bunny ears poked through the narrow passageway. She flitted them and tickled The Alpha's uvula.\n\nThe 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.\n\nJudy hit the ground with a wet splat. Her bones ached and her muscles stung. Hot bile dripped from her fur.\n\nThe Alpha reeled back, panting heavily. \"Oh, you've done it now!\" He wiped his lips on his arm.\n\nEverything went black.\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\nWater slapped Judy's face.\n\nShe sat up with a start, sputtering.\n\nThe jagged cobblestone of the town square jut into her legs.\n\nThe Alpha's monumental belly towered over her. He threw aside a bucket.\n\nOverhead, 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.\n\nThe Alpha peered down at her over the curvature of his huge gut. \"Morning, grass-eater. Get up.\"\n\nJudy rubbed the pain in her forehead.\n\nThe 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.\n\nAs 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.\n\nA 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.\"\n\nJudy spread her feet and touched a forepaw to the ground. Her lowered stance spread her bulky thighs and dangled her broad, voluminous belly. \"Hopps.\"\n\nJezebel 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.\n\nJudy leapt laterally, sidestepping the incoming meteor of mass.\n\nJezebel 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.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nIt plapped with soft ripples. Jezebel snorted. \"You havin' fun back d'ere?\"\n\nWell, it would have knocked her out, if not for the thick plating of pudge protecting her.\n\nJezebel 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.\n\nJudy rocketed upward and flailed.\n\nBelow 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.\n\nJudy fell feet-first into the gap. Her lardy hips caught fast between Jezebel's chunky thighs.\n\nThe 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.\n\nJudy gasped for air while her lungs were crushed.\n\nAs 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.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nJezebel swayed her hips, rocking her large gut. \"Mmm, dat feels good. Almost as good as yer gonna taste.\"\n\nJudy 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.\n\nJezebel 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.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nJezebel's breasts, on either side of Judy's foot, dampened its force. The jackal recoiled.\n\nJudy bounced off of her and back to the ground. She landed with momentum that rocked her backside.\n\nJezebel leaned back up. \"Hueh hueh hueh, that tickles!\"\n\nThe crowd around them cheered and clapped.\n\nJudy caught sight of Nick past Jezebel's side, standing in the mob. Dispassionately, he ate popcorn from a bag.\n\nShe'd devour him later. She had more pressing matters at the moment.\n\nWhile 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.\n\nBehind 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.\n\nJudy wondered when Nick had nicked that off of her.\n\nJezebel stood up, turned around, and spotted Nick. \"Oooh, would'ja?\"\n\nNick nodded. \"Yeah yeah! Just, hold her out a little, alright? So I can get both of you in?\"\n\nJezebel released Judy's ankles, letting the bunny dangle by her ears. \"Like dis?\"\n\nJudy's forepaw grasped Jezebel's arm, and she swung her foot into the jackal's back, knocking the wind out of her.\n\nJezebel released Judy, and the jackal flopped onto her belly.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nThe crowd gasped.\n\nNick held his palms to his cheeks with a gaping mouth.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nJezebel yelped and barked. Her forepaws clawed at the ground, and her breasts and belly dragged along the pavement.\n\nJudy's lips met Jezebel's soft thighs, and Judy sucked inward.\n\nThough 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.\n\nJudy'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.\n\nShe tugged with all her might. Her nose dug deep into the crevice between the jackal's ass cheeks.\n\nEach 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.\n\nJudy gulped angrily.\n\nJezebel'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.\n\nJudy's cheeks swelled so big that her arms could barely hold them. She felt like the world's chubby bunny champion.\n\nMeanwhile, Jezebel's underbelly smothered Judy's chin and torso. The huge bloom of blubber weighed heavy on Judy.\n\nThe rabbit slurped on, lapping her tongue through fluffy fur and chomping her mandible into pursing, oozing flesh.\n\nThe marshmallow density of Jezebel's gut made it a joy to gnaw on, even in spite of its size.\n\nJudy'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.\n\nAs 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.\n\nJezebel put her forepaws on Judy's shoulders and pushed. Her diamond-encrusted nails bit into Judy's plump shoulders.\n\nJudy sucked harder, though, and clinched the jackal's own shoulders in her maw, constricting her foe's arms.\n\nJezebel's rotund, dense breasts filled Judy's face while her abs bloated Judy's neck nearly to the ground.\n\nThe mob jeered and booed.\n\nJudy 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!!\"\n\nThe crowd fell silent.\n\nJudy slapped her enormous stomach. \"That's (BHOOURP!) right!\"\n\nNick 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.\"\n\nJudy held a forepaw over Nick's, then hesitated.\n\nNick grimaced. \"Just take the damn pill. We don't have much time. I swear it's your digestive medicine.\"\n\nJudy grabbed the pill with a scowl. \"You'll understand if my trust is a little short these days.\" She swallowed it.\n\nNick 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...\"\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\nJudy'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!!\"\n\nThe mob watched and chittered.\n\nJudy'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!!\"\n\nThe crowd parted, creating an aisle from Judy to the bakery. There, The Alpha was dragging a very bloated Madame President towards his nearby buggy.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nThe crowd approached her on either side.\n\nShe 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.\n\nShe narrowed her eye and looked up to The Alpha. \"You're going to back off and let us leave with the President.\"\n\nNick skittered in the wake of Judy's vast derriere.\n\nThe President said, \"You, (huhff), must be--(HIC)--out of your mind. It is impossible for me to move at all. I'll, (nnngh), burst.\"\n\nNick took out a digestive pill and offered it to her. \"C'mon, take one of these. It'll help.\"\n\nThe President snatched the pill and swallowed it.\n\nThe Alpha stepped forward and leaned down, squashing his underbelly against his calves and his sagging gut over the ground.\n\nJudy waddled between the President and The Alpha. She blocked off The Alpha from his bovine prey.\n\nThe Alpha grabbed Judy by her chunky neck. \"Get out of my way!\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nNick asked, \"Carrots, is it normal for the President to look so combustible?\"\n\nJudy's forepaws floundered at The Alpha's grip on her neck. \"Hrrrk! I'm a little--chznk--busy, Nick!\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nThe Alpha let go of Judy's neck. \"Is... she gonna blow?\" He stepped back cautiously.\n\nJudy hacked and rubbed her neck.\n\nThe President's belly kept growing.\n\nNick said, \"Judy, I--\"\n\nAn 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.\n\nIt burned in Judy's lungs, and her eye watered.\n\nNick hacked and gagged.\n\nThe Alpha wheezed and fell on his back.\n\nThe 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nJudy 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.\n\nThen, 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.\n\nShe slapped her waist. \"Ni--(HACK)!\"\n\nWeakly, 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.\n\nShe 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.\n\nNick put on his own. His chest heaved a few moments. But then, he gave Judy a thumbs up.\n\nThe President's flatulence continued, \"RRRPBPBPB...\"\n\nMeanwhile, The Alpha had passed out.\n\nThe 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.\n\nHer 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.\n\nHer 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.\n\nIt 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.\n\nA faint car engine hummed from far off.\n\nThe President huffed and puffed as she looked around. \"Where has everyone gone?\"\n\nWith a screech, a car stopped right behind Judy. She looked over her shoulder.\n\nThere was Elephant, poking her head out of her cab. She wrapped a wing over her nostrils. \"GOLL-lee, WHAT is that smell?!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Escape from Zootopia","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1881301-escape-from-zootopia-chapter-3-bbw-vore.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1886377-escape-from-zootopia-chapter-5-bbw-vore.json"}}