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Nick and Judy's drive back to the station was a lethargic one. It had been a stressful shift, one that included an arrest during a domestic dispute. Things could've gone a lot more smoothly, and the two of them came out of the affair battered and bruised. Even after the perp had been booked and behind bars they weren't done with their shift, and it wasn't until the start of that evening when the sun was already going down. Judy had a constellation of scrapes and bruises to hold onto until at least the next few days while Nick had gotten a mean bump on the head. Worse still was that tomorrow they would have another shift. All they wanted now was to go the fuck home and fall asleep.

They met each other outside of the locker rooms in their street clothes. Neither said a word as they passed through the main floor and made it to the central lobby. A few police and some civilians were passing through, either starting their shifts, ending one, or some other business. At the center of it all was Clawhauser, the flamboyantly obese cheetah, sitting behind the front desk and a half-eaten box of donuts. He had just finished downing another and was sucking his fingers clean when he spotted the exhausted couple trudging past him.

"Oh, hey, you two!" he chirped. "I heard you had a big bust today? How was it?"

The couple both groaned before turning around with a smile. "Domestic dispute," Nick said. "Guy's locked up now. No biggie."

"Oh, I see. Hope it wasn't too rough."

"Oh, you know. As rough as it usually is," said Judy, still ringing from the multiple bruises that laced her gut and ribs. "What have you done all day?"

"You're looking at it." Clawhauser plucked another donut from his box, pink-glazed with sprinkles, and held it up like a communion wafer. "Been taking it easy and enjoying myself." He laid the donut in his jaws and took a fat bite. His eyes rolled in ecstasy as he chewed it. "Mmm... Doing the best I can," he said through a full mouth.

Judy cringed. A part of her lip twitched.

"Well, that sounds good," said Nick. "See you tomorrow."

Clawhauser waved at them. "See ya later! You two be safe!"

"We will!"

Judy and Nick left the station and started the walk towards the subway. Nick couldn't help but notice the sour look on Judy's face. "Alright, come on. Tell me what's up," he said.

Judy looked up at him. "What?"

"You're acting all moody. What's the matter, moody Judy?"

She scoffed and shook her head. "You know not to call me that. Nothing's wrong."

"Horse crap. I know it when you're being grumpy. Tell me what's up. Today was rough. Is it that?"

"I mean, yeah. A little," she said as they started down the escalator into the subway.

"Something else, then?"

Judy was quiet. "Yeah, it is."

"OK, tell me then."

Judy stayed quiet for a moment. She looked around to see if anyone was close enough to listen. There being nobody to offend, she spoke. "It's Clawhauser. He's kind of pissing me off."

Nick wasn't expecting that. "Clawhauser? What did he do?"

"Ehhh, it's nothing," she said. "In fact, it's literally nothing. That's what he does. He does jack but sit on his butt all day stuffing his face full of donuts."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Nick said. "I see. We get the raw deal while he's at that desk taking it easy."

"That's about it, yeah." They reached the bottom of the escalator and began the walk to their platform. "It just bugs the heck out of me. What does he do that's so important?"

Nick shrugged. "He's our front desk guy."

"Yeah, and what else? He's getting paid to stuff his fat face all day, nothing else." She mimed jamming a donut into her mouth. She scoffed. "I'd kill for a place like that."

"Yeah, I know. But come on, Clawhauser's a sweetheart. He does his job. He helps out."

Judy was still not so keen to agree. "If he'd wanted to help he'd get off his fatass and put it on the line with us."

"Whooooah!" hooted Nick. "Easy."

Judy cringed the moment she said it. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't apologize to me," Nick said. Their train pulled up to the platform. Once the door opened and those departing were clear he made his way towards it. "Apologize to Clawhauser."

Judy scoffed. "Yeah, if he heard that I would." But he hadn't, so she didn't say anything.

* * *

Nick and Judy clocked in on time the next morning, still sore from yesterday. Chief Bogo briefed them on what the situation was like across the city. It was the same as yesterday, mostly, so there was nothing to expect but the unexpected, just like most days.

"I'll be in the cruiser," Nick said while everyone filed out of the briefing room. He flipped on his favorite pair of black aviators. "You got something to do?"

Judy had the files Bogo had distributed to everyone tucked in her arm. "Yeah. I'll just file these in my desk," she said, patting the envelope.

"You know it's pretty much the exact same as yesterday's. I don't think you have to keep it."

Judy shrugged. "You know how OCD I am."

"OCD? I think the term your looking for is ana-"

She cut him off with a hard shove on the shoulder. "Don't you say it," she said, smiling.

"What? It's a real word. Get your mind out of the gutter, Jood."

"I will when you do."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Ain't gonna happen."

The two of them split ways, Nick towards the cruiser, Judy towards her desk. She meant to file away the envelope in her cabinet like she did every workday. Her desk stood out among everyone else's because of the towering cabinet she kept next to it. "I didn't graduate top of the academy by being sloppy," she would say whenever someone asked about it.

She wandered into the office floor, whistling a tune to herself, when she noticed something on top of her desk. It was a small, blue box with a note on top of it. She frowned as she got close to it. Looking around she saw nobody indicating that they had put it there. After filing the envelope away she plucked the note off the box and unfolded it.

Here's something that will make your day easier!

Please enjoy!

Judy didn't recognize the handwriting, nor was she expecting any gifts. She wasn't celebrating anything, so what was the occasion? If Nick wanted to surprise her he would've done so in person. Looking over her shoulder she didn't see him anywhere. Another glance around the office didn't reveal anyone secretly watching to catch her reaction. So who sent it?

Maybe she'd find out later. Might as well see what's inside first. She lifted the box's lid and laid eyes on something she didn't expect at all: a single donut. It was a deep gold color, both its cake body and the opaque icing that coated its topside. Glaze-cicles drooped on the inside and outside. Judy lifted her brows at the sight of it. Is this some kind of joke? Once again she looked around and saw one of her coworkers, Dodson, a jaguar, at his desk, peering over some paperwork.

"Hey, Dodson?"

He looked up at her. "What's up?"

"Did you see who put this box right here?"

He frowned thoughtfully before shaking his head. "No. I think it was there when I got here."

"OK. Thanks."

"No problem." He returned to his work.

Judy looked at the note again, but still couldn't identify the handwriting. It definitely wasn't Nick's, so whose? She remembered that he was waiting in the cruiser for her, so standing there wondering who gave her the donut was only going to waste time. She shrugged. Might as well.

Judy plucked the donut from the box. It was surprisingly warm, as if right out of the oven. Dodson's shift had started a long time ago. If it was here when he got here, then how was it still warm? Judy sniffed it. Though she couldn't single out a flavor, she could tell it was sweet. Immediately there was a pang of hunger in her tummy even after she had downed two bananas and at least three cups of coffee for breakfast. It's gotta taste good, she thought before taking a bite out of it.

Yes, it was very good. The texture alone was crisp on the outside and doughy on the inside, a blissful combination that made her mouth water. Blooming across her taste buds was a combination of flavors both sweet and smooth. Her eyes fluttered shut. Each chew was long and sensual, drawing out every bit of delight that one small bite had to offer her. She swallowed and then opened her eyes, expressing some very pleasant surprise. She didn't know who gave her the donut, but if she found out, she was going to give them a fat, sloppy kiss on the cheek.

She downed the next bite, hardly chewing before she took the next one, and then the next one. The whole thing was gone in a matter of seconds, leaving only a smidgen of crumbs around her mouth and glaze on her fingertips; they were licked up and suckled away respectively.

"Mmm... That was good," she said, making her way towards the office exit. I gotta find out who-

She came to a dead stop. "Oof." Her paw went to her stomach. There came an awful grumbling, one that rattled her entire abdomen. It was like an anvil had fallen on her gut, mushing her innards into paste. She buckled at the knees and drooped her ears. "Ah, crap..." Something was in that donut. Forget thanking them. I'm gonna kick them in the balls.

What clawed at her tummy was not an urge to go to the bathroom or to puke, but a full-blown ache that had her doubled over with her paw clutching the fabric of her police shirt. Her teeth were gritted. "Hnnnnnn...!" There was no choice. She darted out of the office and made a beeline for the women's restroom.

The door squealed once she shoved it open. A line of stainless steel stalls lined the wall. She broke into the closest one and locked the door behind her. Her immediate instinct was to pull her pants down and sit on the toilet, but she wasn't sure which way the ache was going to come out, if at all. That was until she felt something forcing its way up her esophagus, then into her throat. She slapped her paw over her mouth, bracing for vomit. She bent over the open toilet and removed her paw.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!"

It was the loudest belch she had ever unleashed, one that rang off the stall walls and hurt her ears. It brought with it the taste of donut, hot and airy, much less pleasant than when it had gone down. She immediately clapped her paw over her face again, eyes bugging. She prayed to God that nobody else was in the bathroom who heard that.

Whether there was or wasn't, she wasn't done burping. Another burst of air shot up from her gut and rang out her mouth with a sickening rattle. "Buuuuuurrrp." She tried stifling it with her fist, only to bulge her cheeks and be forced to let it out in one, sharp blast. "BUUUURP!" It was followed by another, then another. The inside of her mouth was encrusted with the taste of that donut, planted there by the barrage of belches which continued to fire out of her. She expected to vomit at any moment, but was spared such filth. Trying to release them as short braps instead of full-blown belches did not help matters. Holding them back altogether didn't work, resulting in explosive releases that made her blush out of embarrassment.

Now she hoped that someone was in the bathroom with her so that they would tell something was wrong. Unfortunately, nobody spoke up. She was alone in her burp-fest. Desperate, she drew her phone out of her pocket and texted Nick:

Judy: Having emergency in bathroom burping womans bathroom help not joke

The message was sent. She prayed he would see it shortly and understand enough to come help. First yesterday's shenanigans and now this? Someone shoot me.

Even with her chorus of whooping belches the pressure on her stomach did not relent. It stayed where it was like a boulder, relaxing with each burp, only to return in full force for the one that followed. Suddenly it began to spread across the rest of her abdomen, into her bowels, then her pelvis. Up it went into her chest, terrifying her that she would have a heart attack. She braced for a niggling feeling up her left arm. There wasn't one, but the feeling spread across her body nonetheless, settling on her limbs with disconcerting uniformity.

It worsened around her gut where something was being stretched across it. It was not an internal sensation, but one that seemed to cover her abdomen. She looked down and saw to her terror a paunch growing out of her, bulging the blue shirt that covered it.

"What?" She slapped her paws onto it. It was jiggly and soft like a beer belly. The buttons were beginning to strain in their slots. She could see the gray fur beneath. It was pressing into the gaps between each button and filtering through like the skin of a water balloon inside a mesh bag. The middle button popped off and spewed across the stall, clacking off the wall and the skittering across the floor. Two more followed, then more until Judy's burgeoning gut was free from the confines of her shirt.

"No! No no no!" She clawed at her stomach to make it stop. The bottom of it bowed out into a muffin top which sagged over her beltline. Above it all her breasts were inflating too, though not in cup size. They flattened out into a pair of saggy flab cakes which sat atop the upper slope of her horrendous gut.

She felt the ends of her sleeves cut into her upper arms as they too began to grow with a serious layer of fat. Her elbows puckered, The forearms became as thick as her fist. Those dainty, soft fingers turned into chubby, fat sausages. The same happened to her legs and toes. Her pants bloated around her thighs, becoming like a pair of barrels which were shoved together and robbed her of any gap. The crotch swelled out too, straining the belt buckle near to bursting. The rest of her suffered the same bloating. She felt her face sagging under the weight of growing chub. A second chin appeared, then a third. Her arms were held out at her sides like a snowman. Her uniform continued to pop and tear at their seams around her.

And still she burped, all while continuing her protests. "Nooooooo- buuuuurp! Ahh... Noooooooo- braaaaaaaap! Ugh..."

The swelling stopped at last, but not before she had been turned into a portly ball of lard so fat she couldn't sit down properly. Her uniform was in tatters around her body, hanging on in places by only the threads. The pressure on her belly and body was gone; the burping had stopped.

But not her transformation. The pressure that had vacated her gut was now deep in her bones. Something like a hundred hooks pulled at her skeleton, molding it more perfectly into the great reserve of blubber that had blown her into a globe. She winced and grunted as her spine telescoped outwards along with her limbs and head. The fuzzy bunny tail began to thin and then lengthen into a hose shape, one that reached far behind her like a furry gray snake. Her paws grew pads and the claws sharpened. Her face sculpted itself into a feline presentation, complete with fangs in her mouth and slit pupils in her eyes. Those long, floppy ears she once prided herself on shrank back into her scalp to become a pair of rounded, black saucers.

The last of what could be identified as Judy melted away once her gray fur began to fade into a deep yellow across her body. With it was a constellation of black dots that erupted like hives, appearing on what was yellow but abstaining from what was white, mainly her chin and underbelly. Across her tail were more spots that led into a black tip. From the corners of her eyes slid two long teardrops of black that connected to her snout.

And just like that, the transformation stopped. Judy, if she could even be called that anymore, stood in the bathroom stall without a fragment of her former self. She stood twice as tall with a gut several magnitudes as rotund. The clothes around her were destroyed, half on her, half on the floor around her busted shoes. The only piece of clothing that remained in tact was her panties which were currently squeezing on her-

She was in the middle of inspecting her new form when she came to a dead stop. Oh no. She dared to look down at her crotch. It was obscured by her massive paunch which she had to lift out of the way. There were her panties, stretched to their limit around her hips. At their front was a mound of flesh unmistakably shaped. Dread fell on her. She pulled the panties down and beheld a wrinkled penis settled above a Cheeto-colored scrotum. Swelling the fuzzy orange skin were a pair of fully functional testes sensitive to the touch.

"Nooooo..." moaned Judy, but not in a voice of her own. She- no, he -clapped his paw over his mouth. That voice. His paw came off tentatively to let out a small squeak. "Ah..." He jolted at the sound of it and covered his mouth again. A few seconds later he said the word "Hi" and heard the exact same timbre, that of a cheery gay man.

There was no doubt anymore. He knew what he'd become, or rather who he'd become. Clawhauser, the chipper cheetah who worked the front desk.

How did this happen? What was he supposed to do? How was he going to explain it to Nick? How was he going to explain it to anybody? He remembered that he had texted Nick who was probably on his way right now to check on her. He had to warn him about what he was going to walk in on. Judy clawed at his thigh to grab his phone, but realized that his pants were tattered and on the floor. He bent over to pick them up, incidentally mushing the bottom of his flabby gut into his pelvis. His entire body shifted around him in one, calamitous jiggle. A shiver of discomfort rippled through his body. Nothing felt like it was in place, as though the sudden addition of fat was forbidden in some way.

He managed to get one grubby paw on his pants and pick them up. He pulled the phone out but found something odd: it wasn't his phone. Or at least, it wasn't Judy's phone. This was a different model with a different case. When he clicked the power button he was greeted with a lock screen showing Clawhauser standing next to the famous Gazelle. Judy recognized the photo. Clawhauser had shown it to everyone after he managed to snag VIP tickets to one of the pop star's concerts.

How did his phone get here? But he knew there was no point in asking. He would never find out. After getting transformed from eating a magical donut, he didn't think he would be getting any answers. I need to call someone, but who? Without trying to guess or remember a number he tapped in the lock code which brought him to the home screen. How did I know that? Are Clawhauser's memories with me too? He could remember his life as Judy, but alongside it was everything Clawhauser had ever experienced. What else do I know?

What he knew was that it was 12:30, a long time since he had come into the bathroom. I gotta get back to my desk! But what about my clothes? He didn't have to worry, because when he looked down he saw that his police uniform had been magically repaired. It wasn't the lissome uniform Judy the rabbit had on, but one that swelled over his rotund form while remaining skin tight. He could feel it clinging to his skin like shrink wrap, pressing into his man tits uncomfortably.

"Wha-?" He shook his head. There was no time to question it. Judy- now Clawhauser -had a job to do.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and burst out of the stall. Beyond was a wall mirror that stretched the entire length of the bathroom. There he was, staring at himself, holding the stall door open like he had somewhere to be. He certainly did, but remained transfixed by the sight of something so bizarrely alien yet comfortably familiar. Jarring him out of the trance was the realization that he was in the ladies' room and didn't belong there. He hitched his belt up and scampered out of there like a frightened dog.

He came into the hallway where several officers were busy with whatever work they had on their plates. With that short sprint alone he was out of breath, doubled over with his paws on his knees. A stitch had formed in his back and sweat had broken out across his forehead. Geez, am I really that out of shape?

"Clawhauser!" barked a baritone voice.

Clawhauser shot upright and saw Chief Bogo storming down the hall, his barrel chest upthrusted. "Sir!" Clawhauser snapped, still panting.

"Where have you been? The front desk's empty and I need someone to fill it." He noticed that Clawhauser stood directly in front of the women's bathroom. "Were you in the ladies' room?"

"Uhhhhh..." Clawhauser looked back into the bathroom. "Yes. I mean, no... Um, I went in there by accident."

Bogo silenced him with a curt lift of his hoof and shook his head. "I don't care. Just get back to your station."

"Ah, yes sir. Sorry sir."

Bogo just harrumphed and went back down the hall.

Clawhauser went running down the other way towards the lobby, his gut and ass cheeks bouncing like a bag of lard with each bound. He held onto his belt, always afraid that it would fall and reveal his Gazelle-themed briefs. He wasn't even halfway to the lobby when he had to slow down and catch his breath again. Perspiration glistened his fur and stained the pits of his shirt. He wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist.

"Whew! I need to lose some pounds." That was an oath he gave himself every single day, only to fail with his daily ritual of ordering a box of donuts entirely for himself. Only when his badly strained muscles were replenished with oxygen was he able to resume his journey, albeit with much more torpor. When he made it to the front desk he was bathed in sweat and panting like he'd just gone through a marathon. Waiting for him was an entire line of people waiting to speak to someone.

"I'm so, so sorry everyone!" he huffed as he climbed the desk and finally sat down. His heart was having a rampage in his chest, thumping loudly in his ears. "I can- huh... huh... huh... I can help you now."

He went to work helping each person that was in line. There were almost a dozen, so for an entire half hour he was stuck there directing people, writing down numbers, and handing out clipboards. The smell of sweat reeked across the entire lobby. In the middle of telling someone information a nasty burp would blow out of him like a rocket.

"So you're gonna wanna- BUUUUHHHHHHHH! Oh God... Excuse me. I'm so sorry."

Nobody said anything, but there would be a recoil and look of disgust each time. Clawhauser could do nothing but apologize and continue whatever it was he was doing.

The line depleted finally and an exhausted Clawhauser slumped in his chair. The sweating did not slow down; it was dripping off him. God, I need some donuts. I earned them. He knew that it was bad for him, that he had just told himself that he needed to lose weight. Doing so would make him feel gross and ashamed, and still he picked up the phone and dialed his favorite bakery, ordering a dozen of his favorite flavors. He cringed hard after hanging up the phone. God, I'm awful.

The donuts arrived about twenty minutes later. He tipped the delivery boy handsomely. Opening the box he felt like opening a treasure trove. Before him was a beautiful array of baking bliss, each one lined up perfectly with the next. His eyes sparkled with a glow while he licked his lips. He pulled one out and ate it, then another, then another. It was like he blinked and half of the box was gone, those he had eaten replaced by a cardboard bottom stained with grease.

God, I need to stop eating these, he would think immediately before downing another one. He downed it with a coke he had gotten from the vending machine, courtesy of his coworker whom he gave some quarters to. He felt bad for making them do the work for him, but he was dreadfully conscious of the sweat stains that had taken over his uniform, darkening the pits, the collar, and the space between his flabby man tits. Worst of all was the bad case of swamp ass that kept his chair putrid. I'm disgusting, he would think with no small level of shame before either downing another donut or sipping from his Coke. I wish I could get in shape and be a real officer. I'm worthless behind this desk. He grabbed another donut and took a bite out of it. If only I could be on the front lines, doing real work. Then I wouldn't be so gross.

* * *

"Huhhhhhhh!"

Judy woke up with a violent start. She was in bed next to Nick whom she tore out of his own slumber. She sat upright, bathed in sweat, eyes bugging. She looked down at herself, seeing not a portly cheetah but a lithe, athletic bunny body. She patted herself frantically to see if it was real. Yes, it was.

"Hey, hey, hey!" said Nick, wrapping his arm around her. "You OK? Bad dream?"

Judy calmed herself down. "Yeah... Yeah, it was."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Judy was rubbing her temples. So real. So vivid. I remember it all so clearly. Was it..? She recalled her and Nick's conversation about Clawhauser coming home from the station. "No... I'm fine."

"Alright. Just tell me if you do." Nick lied back down. "Come on. Try to get some sleep. We got an hour until the alarm goes off."

"Yeah," Judy said, lying down next to him. "OK."

The alarm rang an hour later and Judy still hadn't slept. She ruminated on that dream as she ate breakfast and took the subway to the station alongside Nick. Something told her that they wouldn't see Clawhauser at the front desk when they walked in, but there he was writing something down, a cheery smile on his face, humming what was presumably a Gazelle song to himself.

He happened to look up and catch Judy staring at him with a weird look on her face. "Oh, hi, Judy! How are you this morning?"

"I'm good," she said.

"Alright! Hope you have an easy shift." He then resumed writing and humming that song. A few moments later he heard something thump into his desk. He looked over and saw Judy leaning over the side of it, a big smile on her face. "Oh hey! What's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to tell you that you're looking great this morning and that we appreciate what you do."

"Oh!" His chubby face lit up. "Well, thank you! You're sweet."

"And so are you." Judy leaned over the desk and planted a tiny smooch on his cheek.

Clawhauser was stunned. So was Nick behind her. "You have a good day, Clawhauser." She slipped off the desk and walked away with Nick, leaving a speechless but pleased Clawhauser in shock.

Nick was grinning. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it," she said with a proud smile on her face. "Say, you wanna get some donuts?"

THE END