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Judy was the type to stick her neck out for those she believed in, sometimes to a fault.

Though it had worked out well for her in the past, restoring the collective faith of Zootopia in predatory species, she was going a step further than that, following her last breakup.

It had been nearly a year since then, and in that time, she’d come to fall for a new species that was rising to prominence in the countryside. The same way that she’d come to face scrutiny for supporting predators, she knew that she was going to face backlash for showing affection to a new, unusual creature, but that only endeared him to her.

Save for the fluff on the top of their heads and the occasional tufts in their armpits and groins, this new species didn’t have the same coat of fur that most predators and prey were used to. Their skin was exposed and shifted color whenever they spent too much time in the sun; it was just one of many qualities that the other animals found disturbing, until they learned to give them a chance.

These humans were spreading far and fast, but it wasn’t until Judy encountered a scientist by the name of Charles that she found a personal stake in their protection.

“Anymore slurs written on the door this evening?”

“Nothing new tonight, dear. There hasn’t been for over a week,” Judy let herself into the small house that Charles owned on the outskirts of downtown, situated in a less than desirable area. “I don’t wanna jinx it, but I think that the neighbors are starting to warm up to you a little bit.”

Charles was in a small office, just off the side of the kitchen. His work for the Zootopia Science and Agricultural Institute was so invasive that it moved right out of the laboratory and into his bedroom, but after a few reasonable complaints from Judy, he set up a small workspace that wouldn’t encroach on the relaxing atmosphere of the master.

“It helps when you’re dating the officer that changed the way this city looks at different people,” Charles pointed out. “Some of the people down the street still cheer when they see your patrol car pull up.”

Judy was glad that he couldn’t see how flustered she was as she scurried across the living room. “You’re giving me way too much credit, you know.”

He could still hear her stripping out of the protective uniform that she dawned every day on her patrols, leaving the remnants of her duty blues on the bathroom floor. She was quick to slip into a comfy pair of blue jeans and a loose pink shirt, one that rode low enough that it could have been her entire outfit.

“On the contrary, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit,” Charles argued. “You downplay every legend that I’ve ever heard about you!”

“It’s hard to get used to the limelight,” Judy admitted. “And I don’t want that kind of attention to go to my head...again.”

Charles leaned in from his laboratory and looked back through the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the exhausted bunny right as she emerged from the bathroom. “And that just proves how much you’ve grown as a person.”

“Now I know you’re buttering me up,” she argued, rolling her amethyst eyes and cocking an ear over. “You weren’t even there to see how I acted!”

“No, I suppose I wasn’t...but I’m also not concerned with how you were. I’m concerned with how you are right now.”

“And how am I right now?”

“Adorable,” Charles waited for a more offensive gesture, but Judy only stuck her tongue out at him, having giving him just enough clearance to get away with calling her such a thing. “But you do look a little thirsty.”

Judy nodded as she headed for the fridge. “I’m parched, honestly.”

“I could use a drink myself,” Charles followed her over as she fetched out an orange drink. He grabbed a soda from behind her, leaning over her back for a quick embrace. “And perhaps a little cuddle on the couch in front of our favorite movie?”

“I’d like that,” she agreed, turning back to press a quick kiss to his cheek...or, as quick of one as she could, as much as she had to pop up to reach him. “Go ahead and get comfy on the couch. I’ll throw it in the blu-ray player.”

Charles was headed for the living room after leaving a kiss on the tip of one of Judy’s ears, finding that a much easier target to reach than her lips. “You’re the best, dear!”

Smirking and rolling her eyes at his lack of effort, Judy popped open her drink and took a full sip. A quick sigh emphasized her relief as the cool liquid soothed her throat, and by the time she made it to the television, Charles was already sprawled out, waiting for her.

“Giving me too much credit again,” she bemused, as she strolled over to the entertainment center. She leaned over to pull the disc from the front shelf, but as she did, she felt her once loose blue jeans squeezing at her hips; figuring it to be nothing more than the angle she took, she tried to ignore it, but even when she turned the movie on and stood upright, she felt that extra grip, holding onto her with borderline discomfort.

Charles would have been lying if he denied staring at her ass, giving him a quick glance of the bulge that she felt...but he blamed it on the light from the screen playing tricks on his mind.

“Do you ever get tired of this one? I usually just fall asleep watching it,” Judy reminded him. She literally hopped onto the couch, having trouble climbing up into something that was made for an average human.

Looping an arm around her and holding her body to his chest, Charles shook his head. “That’s the best part,” he claimed. “Having you fall asleep against my chest, that is.”

She rolled her eyes again, but folded her ears back bashfully as she nestled into him. “You’re so sweet...you’ve gotta be bad for me or something.”

“I hope I’m not.”

“Well, something must be,” she groaned, feeling her jeans grip ever tighter at her hips. “I swear these were a size too big last week, but now they feel two sizes too small…”

“Did they shrink in the wash, maybe?”

“With all the chemicals you use here? Possibly,” Judy figured. “You’ll just have to buy me a new pair this weekend.”

Charles kissed her between the ears, right atop her head. “Sounds like a date to me.”

The movie was just starting up as Judy took another sip of her drink. She quietly wished there was some sort of alcohol in it to loosen her up; she’d been feeling a little antsy in their eighth month of dating, but at the end of the day, she and Charles were smart enough to accept the difference in their size.

As they were, it would be impossible for them to be properly intimate, beyond the passionate exchanges and heavy petting that they often engaged in.

She tried to let go of the thought with a heavy sigh and a modest burp behind her paw, but as she put it to her muzzle and exhaled, her pawtips grew massively in front of her face.

It was such a sudden burst of increased size that she hardly noticed how much she’d changed, until she felt a chill at the tops of her newly exposed ankles.

That would have been easy enough to ignore, but as Judy rolled over to rest against Charles, she felt something between them that wasn’t the usual, firm placement of his chest.

“Well...those are new…”

It was the nature of her species to be modest of bust, to the point that Judy rarely had need for anything more than a bralette. The sudden growth that tore through her body, however, wasn’t content to simply elongate her frame.

“What are?” Charles was bashful about calling out something so intimate, even when he knew the answer. He could feel the soft bumps growing from their tiny size to large, full breasts that threatened to burst through the straining buttons of her top. “O-oh. Those.”

Glaring at him for his modest reaction, Judy sat up on Charles lap and looked down, unable to see the rest of her torso around her bosom. “You seriously didn’t notice?”

He would have been staring more obviously at her chest, if not for the quiet ripping sound that came from the seam of her jeans as she squirmed. His eyes darted away to the sight of denim coming undone and spreading apart, revealing the warm, comfy panties that she’d planned on sleeping in; they wouldn’t fit her body by the time she was ready for bed.

“I mean, it’s kinda hard not to notice them,” Charles finally admitted, his eyes widening with panic as Judy continued to grow right out of her outfit. “But you might wanna unbutton your shirt before I catch a button in the eye.”

“You normally try to romance me a little more than that,” Judy popped up from the couch and stood upright, finding the floor so far away from her usual perspective that it was almost disorienting. “That said...you might be right…”

Bashful as she was about stripping down so quickly, Judy could see that her shirt was getting ready to fail her. Wanting to save it, she hastily pulled apart the buttons and exposed the breasts that had grown in where only a modest rise existed before.

Nipples that she could hardly find originally were proud, exposed through the fur and standing erect in a way that she’d never known them to. She gasped at the mere sight of it all, but a single touch of her paws against the underside revealed them to be much more sensitive than she was used to.

She had no idea what was happening, but Charles was starting to put the pieces together, as her jeans finally came asunder, leaving her standing before him with only her underwear to preserve any modesty.

“This...this isn’t some kind of messed up fever dream, is it?” she asked, unsure that she believed what she was seeing.

Charles was just as surprised, to start. “No, this is really happening, but...I think I’m just starting to get an idea of why.”

“All of the vitamins in that carrot juice I pulled out of the fridge?”

“Carrot...juice?” Charles brought a hand to his mouth and glanced aside nervously. “Judy, you...you didn’t drink the orange stuff in the fridge, did you?”

The bottle was sitting empty on the coffee table in front of them, next to some of the tattered remains of Judy’s outfit. “Yeah, I did. I told you I was thirsty!”

“That wasn’t carrot juice.”

“Think I figured that part out by now,” Judy grumbled, crossing her arms over her new bosom with a bit of effort. “Mind explaining what the hell it was, then?”

Her transformation was almost complete, though she didn’t look terribly different from the bunny that Charles had come to know and love. She was nearly his height, and her proportions had grown out to match, but all told, she only looked a bit more human than she did before; little else about her had changed.

“You know that I’m working with ZSAI to develop all kinds of useful chemicals, right?”

Judy nodded, her eyes still narrowed.

“Well, the bottle you just drank is a concoction we’re working on to help species of different sizes have more fulfilling relationships,” Charles explained. “We’ve still gotta work out all of the kinks, but drinking one will help a tiny species like yours grow to a size where...certain things become possible with a different sized partner.”

“Certain things, hm?”

Judy wanted to make him say it, knowing he’d be a little shy to do so. “Y-Yeah, those kinds of things. I would have been glad to offer you one when you were ready, but I didn’t want to just spring it on you like this.”

Her frustrated arms finally uncrossed, allowing her breasts to sit naturally against her body. She knew that Charles was gazing upon them again, but instead of judging him, she grinned a sly, playful grin and softened her glare.

“Who said I wasn’t ready?”

It was the last response Charles was expecting, but one that made his stomach do a quick flip of delight. “You...you’re sure about that?”

She approached the edge of the couch again and knelt by the middle cushion, right where Charles obvious excitement was starting to grow. “I’ve felt how much passion you have for me when we kiss, Charles. I hope you’ve felt the same from me...but every time you started getting hard against me, I got so nervous about what would happen if we took that next step.”

He was breathless as her paws navigated past his jeans, fishing his cock out through the seam of his boxers.

“Now, I don’t have to be.”

Plenty of people had asked Charles if he was ever going to make the full move on Judy. He never expected her to turn the tables on him, but when she did, she didn’t give him the chance to thank her for breaking the ice.

Her mouth was just large enough to handle the tip of his member, and in taking it, she took his breath away. A quiet gasp escaped him as she gripped the base and held it steady, and in turn, she let out a tender moan of appreciation for his warm, stiff flesh.

She was such a natural at the act that Charles was sure he wasn’t her first, but this was still their first time going down that road together; nothing could take away from that intimacy.

“Judy, you...d-don’t have to do that,” Charles found his voice again, but at his weak protest, he only caught a narrowed glimpse of amethyst eyes glaring at him.

This was an opportunity that she never thought she’d get, and knowing that it couldn’t last, she wouldn’t let it pass her by.

The only reason I’d stop is because you’re already leaking like a faucet, Charles...and I’ve got better ideas for what to do with this body.

Charles was little more than a spectator to Judy’s sexual awakening, but he was glad to stay in that role as she carried on. He wouldn’t have been able to find the words to stop her, and she wouldn’t have had the self control, even when she overestimated her abilities.

The tip of his member tickling at her throat was an unexpected delight, but after a quick gag, she pulled back, spilling a hint of saliva on her own chin. “Didn’t have to do anything,” she murmured breathlessly. “But I wanted to...and I wanna do this , too.”

Their different sizes never stopped Judy from getting wet for him, before. She’d felt that arousal building more times than she remembered, only to have to ignore it or take care of it later, on her own.

This time, she was grinning like a fool at the thought of sharing that velvety warmth with him. Tugging her panties to the side, she climbed right into his lap, kissing her folds over the slicked tip of his cock with a quiet rumble of delight.

“Judy, are you-

“I’m not answering that again,” she cut him off, knowing what his thought would be. “Not with words, anyway.”

To that point, Charles hadn’t even seen the entirety of Judy’s new form, but he’d already gotten to enjoy one benefit of it.

This was the one that they both wanted more than anything else.

“You’re...s-still big…” she whispered, keeping a hold on his length as she began the pivotal task of easing herself onto it. Flushed cheeks and long, drooped ears keep the bunny looking adorable as she tried to settle into Charles’ lap, but her new body hadn’t forgotten her old limitations.

She still winced with a little discomfort as she came to rest delicately in his lap, but she smiled all the way through, wanting Charles to know how wonderful it felt for her.

“Your fault,” Charles managed before a quiet gasp. “But I think...y-you’re just really fucking tight, bunny…”

“Actually, it’s your fault that I’m so big,” Judy teased. She had to suck in another gasp before she could move, but her paws planted on his tummy as she pushed up, able to feel the unique texture of his human member moving out of her passage with a satisfying glide. “You’re just naturally gifted…”

“Speak for yourself.”

“While I still can.”

Even though she was closer to his size, Judy was still just a little smaller than Charles. She couldn’t have prepared for the twisted sensations of pleasure and pressure mixing together inside of her body, settling as a delicious fullness that she couldn’t have achieved any other way.

Her body gripped him so tightly that she could feel his every throb as she bounced gently upon him, and in turn, he began moving slowly back against her, their bodies expressing both how aroused, and yet, how nervous they were to take the plunge.

It might have come from a mistake, but it was organic every step of the way: from the slow, uneasy roll of her hips, to the tremble in his arms as they reached up and wrapped around her lower back, no part of the moment was forced.

It was their bodies speaking for them when their voices became too riddled with moans to keep up.

“Charles, this...t-this is…”

She didn’t know what to say, in the heat of the moment. Everything had been spurred on her so fast that she didn’t have a chance to even think of what her cries of delight would be; it was the only drawback to the genuine experience.

Despite her worries, those breathless moans were more than enough for Charles, and more than he could manage, himself. His voice was almost completely stolen away, and he was quietly glad for the same.

He couldn’t imagine doing justice to the sight of Judy’s new, perfect body rolling so effortlessly over his own with clumsy words.

His concerns, however, couldn’t help rising to the surface. “I...d-dunno how much more of this I can take, Judy...how are y-you even doing that?”

Just because she’d never taken his length didn’t mean that she didn’t know how to put her body to work. Her practice came on toys and previous lovers, but Charles reaped the benefit of inner walls that clenched so tightly, it was just a step below painful.

That step, however, was the toe-curling bliss of an orgasmic release, and for the first time, Judy felt the gushing pressure of her lover’s cum pouring up into her womb.

“Don’t worry about it, love...just enjoy it...j-just fill me!” Judy wasn’t afraid to demand just what she needed from her lover, and when she felt the weight of his mess coating her inner walls, she lost control of the pleasant grips she offered him.

Her body went into autopilot as she bucked down fiercely on his hips and shivered with climactic release. A fluttering passage was already milking the last of Charles’ yield right from his body, damning any risks that they might have taken by going so far without any protection.

In the moment, she couldn’t have cared less about those possibilities. Her only thought was on the nearly inflating volume of his mess as it continued to pour into her, the last few throbs of his member forcing her petals open just enough that some of it started to spill back out.

“Don’t th-think I’ve ever cum that hard,” Charles was still struggling for air as Judy collapsed against his chest. The effects of the serum were already starting to wear off, and just in time, Charles’ length began to soften and fall out of her, preventing what would have been an interesting story for the emergency room. “I think part of my soul came out.”

Judy giggled as she continued to shrink, settling into her usual resting place. Charles’ chest was nearly large enough to be a bed for her once again, and she giggled at the slow leak of his seed as it gushed out of her shrinking womb, spilling onto his tummy.

“I’ll hold onto it for a while,” she teased. “When you’re feeling up to it, maybe I’ll give it back to you.”

“Speaking of being up to things,” Charles segued, “What are we up to for the rest of the night?”

Judy thought about it for a moment, her eyes gazing up with wonder.

“Well,” she looked back down at him, dragging a single digit along his chest, “You got anymore of that ‘carrot juice’ for me?”