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It was weird for Nick to be inside the Hopps household without his closest friend Judy around to chaperone him but he was working on being friendlier to others-- prey or otherwise-- so he sucked up the awkwardness and tried to be socialable.

All the Hopps children-- all hundred of them or so-- were absent so Nick wandered a quiet bunny household, having to watch himself since hanging lamps, doorframes, and other pieces of the household were a size too short for foxes. He was polite, though.

Stu was responsible for guiding Nick around the house and show him some produce to take home back into the city.

Stu walked with the smug fox. "Lemme tell ya, we've had a lot of children through this place and each story is a treasure!"

"Uhhhh, yeah!" said Nick, not sure how to respond.

Stu walked over to the table and picked up some berries and popped them into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, smiling. "Come to think of it, where is Bonnie?"

Nick saw the doe on the way in but didn't know where she went since then. She might have been out in the garden.

"Hey!" said Stu, siding Nick with his elbow and smiling, "You like a good brew don't ya?"

Nick chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I guess."

Stu walked Nick over to a small refridgerator in the corner of their kitchen. The rabbit let out a little toot but only offered a quiet "Scyoozie" as an apology and didn't think much of it. Nick sidestepped away from Stu. Stu popped it open to reveal a full fridge of beers. The bottles didn't have any labels and the liquid was darker than normal.

The rabbit took a bottle and got an opener off the counter. Nick picked up a bottle and rotated it in his paw, looking at it. Maybe it would taste good?

Stu opened up the brew and took a large swig back. He gasped in refreshment then a gust rumbled in his stomach. He let out a big loud [b]*buuuurp!*[/b] and then chuckled. "Excuse me!" He shoved his elbow into Nick again. "Better the attic than the basement though, right?"

Nick took a step back and held himself off from wafting at his snout when a cloud of bad breath hit his nose. Stu handed the fox the opener and Nick cracked open the brew. He took in a big drink of it.

It wasn't bad, but just as the beer passed down Nick's throat, he felt something strange. He wondered if it was the alcohol hitting him hard but the beer tasted very smooth so if the beer had a high alcohol content, it didn't let it be known through the taste.

Nick held in a burp.

Stu looked around. "Now, seriously. Where did my wifey go?" He took another little sip of his beer. "Could you wait right here? I gotta go find Bonnie."

"Why of course!" said Nick, putting on his charms. His belly rumbled, though. He was worried the drink wasn't going to sit with him.

"Be back in a jiffy!" said Stu as he walked off.

Nick thought it was weird, Stu leaving him alone in the kitchen, but didn't say anything about it. He stood around, paw in one of his pants' pockets, sipping his beer. Yes, the beer was alright.

That rumbling in his stomach wouldn't go away though. He hoped it was his body being anxious about a new kind of brew hitting it but the gurgling didn't go away. A blurt of air fired up his throat, and Nick took his paw out to cover his mouth as a [b]*brp*[/b] twitched out.

Nick rubbed his foot on the floor nervously. He hoped he wouldn't have to use the Hopps' restroom while he was there.

A tingling sensation arose out of his stomach and spread all over his body, down his arms and legs, to the tips of his fingers and toes. Up his neck and head to the end of his ears and nose.

Nick put the beer down on the counter. His fingers rumbled the bottle. He took his hand and watched it. A shadow of fur appeared on his pads, and the color of his fur was off. He couldn't describe how but it was his body and a slight change of color would trigger him.

The tingly sesnation went all the way down to his tail and pulled back towards his butt. He took a look at it and noticed that the fur on it was changing, losing its prickliness and softening. Was something in the drink that made his physiological state tweak?

He wobbled around and looked at his hand as the changes became apparent. His pads were fading and dropping into his hand, fur collapsing over his palms. He took his other hand and pressed down to rub his thumb. He could feel it with his fingers that something was shifting on his body. He wasn't imagining it.

His eyes caught his snout and his vision was out of focus. No. It wasn't a matter of focus, it was a matter of his snout shrinking. It was regressing towards his face. He could feel his tongue shortening, as well. His teeth were losing their edge-- he could feel it as he scraped his tongue down his mouth.

"What's...?" He couldn't finish that sentence. He was too scared and his voice pitching upwards didn't help his nerves.

The shirt was changing color too. It was gray and had frills on the front where the pockets were. He looked down at his pants and his slacks, once gray themselves, were changing in color too, having turned into a silvery kind of blue. The fabric was changing its texture too, going from a coarse corduroy to... denim?

My ears, he thought. He took his hands up and as expected they were different. He couldn't tell at first, the sensation of feeling his transformed ears sent his sense in all directions, but once he concentrated he noticed that they were getting taller and had softened out. The sharpness of his ears gave away to a curvier angle.

Oh no, he though, what's happening to me? Am I turning into something?

But then he looked at the beer and saw the Bunny Burrow label and knew that he was transforming to a bunny. That's when he noticed that his eyeline had shortened and his waist was around the height of the counter.

His palms had gone completely fluffy and the fur was [i]gray[/i]. The claws had dulled and he looked down at his feet to see them extended and gray. He took a look back to see his fox tail had shrunk into a cottontail. Bunny, no doubt about it. His pants had become jeans, his shirt had become a pink blouse and his ears hung over his head.

But that's when he felt something [i]weird[/i]. No longer was there a big fox johnson rolling around in his underwear, but the [i]other[/i] kind of organ.

Nick looked around the kitchen for a mirror and saw one on the fridge. He walked up and looked at himself. It wasn't Nick Wilde the fox in the mirror. It was...

"Judy's [i]mom[/i]?" said Nick with the voice of an older woman.

The beer, for whatever reason, had turned Nick into Bonnie. This new Bonnie looked around the kitchen and she felt a strange familiarity towards the place. It was [i]home[/i].

Bonnie burped. The flavor of beer hung on her tongue and caught her nose as it wafted out of her maw.

"Get a grip, Nick," the bunny told herself.

"Hey Bun-Bun!" shouted Stu coming in to the house. "Are you in here yet?"

Bonnie was horrified at the idea of Stu finding her like that, but at the same time Stu's voice comforted her. That goofy humble tone he had was her security blanket.

She was compelled to walk towards Stu and met him in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. When the loveable oaf saw his "wife" coming his way, he smiled. "Well, there you are! Thought you might have ran off to join the circus!"

Bonnie wanted to tell Stu what had happened to "her" but she couldn't. There was an instinct within her that prevented the words from coming out. They would have been insincere-- unnatural.

"Stu..." said Bonnie. She said it in a way where ages together rang on that single syllable.

Stu chuckled, letting his incisor hang out. His eyes drooped. "Where did our fox guest go off to?" He lost himself and let out a belch. The cloud of mouth-stink floated over to Bonnie's face and caught her nose. Rabbit noses must have not minded the stench so much, thought Nick.

Bonnie looked around. Where indeed. The rabbit turned to her husband. "He... had to go."

Stu chuckled again and let his eyes wander. He took his wife in his hand and pulled her close. "In that case, that means were alone. Did you want to do some horizontal mambo?"

Bonnie was lost in her husband's eyes, and an odor came out of his mouth that smelled like bad beer but it got Bonnie's fur to stand up at attention. That hole she had down in her pants where Nick's manhood used to be, it got excited.

Why wouldn't the bun take advantage of the situation?

"Of course," said Bonnie, letting her eyes shine for her husband.

Stu giggled. "Let's get to it then!"

He took his wife's hand and walked through the house and up a flight of stairs. Turning on the upper floor, they went down a hallway, plush carpet at their feet, towards a large purple door at the end of the path.

A small *toot* left Stu tailside.

"Stu!" said Bonnie, throwing a hand at her pink nose.

"Heh," said Stu, "sorry. I usually say better out the attic instead of the basement but it came out the basement this time." He let out an uproarious laugh.

They went inside the doors into the master bedroom. The Hopps had a family in the triple digits so there wasn't a lot of room for individual rooms but their bedroom was fairly sized with a beautiful dresser, light peering in big pane windows, a nice large bed. To Bonnie it was the same bedroom as always but to the Nick underneath it was weird to see the inside of some married couple's master chambers.

Stu and Bonnie each closed a door and Stu skipped over to the bed, bouncing his chubby butt on the edge and staring at Bonnie anticipatingly. Bonnie gazed at him, so wanting. She approached him and walked up between his legs. The dopey dad-rabbit could have drooled staring at his beautiful wife coming on to him like it was the first time.

Nick couldn't understand it. He always found Stu to be a little gross but in that moment, the enchanted fox couldn't imagine anyone else he wanted to be with. Bonnie took Stu's shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Bonnie unbuttoned Stu's overalls and let the straps fall off his shoulders.

Stu had to get up for a moment to let the things fall to his feet, letting out his underoos. A hardon tented inside. Bonnie reached down and pulled down those drawers, and was blessed with the sight of Stu's manhood.

The dad-rabbit was hung, for a rabbit. That was putting it lightly: Stu had a bigger set of organs than Nick, at least Nick back when he was a fox. Bonnie bit her lip as she reached down to pet the thing, carressing the stiff pole and rubbing her toes against the instep of her other foot.

Stu bit his lip and stared out into space, caught in a spiral of pleasure.

Bonnie reached down and unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off and tossed it to the ground. For Bonnie, it was the same body as usual but for Nick, it was the first time he saw Judy's mom without any clothes on. Wait. Bonnie took off the bra. There. She was topless.

Stu took Bonnie's side, rubbing his hands down her furry waist. He reached his hand into Bonnie's pants and rubbed. The doe moaned and tossed her head back, her ears folding downward with delight. Stu's cock smacked on the sides of her pants.

While Stu rubbed, Bonnie tried, in vain, to remove her husband's shirt, but her arms and hands couldn't work right while errogenous pleasure flowed through her body like electricity. Her fingers bent and twisted with joy and she had to collapse herself over the shoulder of her lover and accept the fingering that she deserved.

Bonnie moaned and Stu leaned in, still rubbing the cunt, to kiss his wife on the mouth. Bonnie chomped on her husband's lips. He moaned. They locked lips and a gust of bad breath came out of Stu and went into Bonnie's throat. It was putrid, but pleasant.

Stu took his sticky hand out from Bonnie's pants and got unzipping them. Once free from the restraint, Stu dropped them, tugging them down with a rough pull and holding his tongue out with a big smile as he exposed his wife. Her sex was out in the open.

Bonnie calmed herself down and unbuttoned Stu's shirt. The article fell off his body like water and the two naked lovers went to the bed. Bonnie sat down on the edge and spread her legs out. Stu wrangled those legs and got jabbing into his wife.

The Bonnie side experienced a pleasure she had enjoyed a thousand times but the Nick side-- it was new for him. Having a vagina, being fucked by a cock, being attracted to Stu: it was all new. It was amazing, though. He wasn't sure why he had been turned into Bonnie but it wasn't a gift to be discarded.

Stu, for as fat as he was, could jackhammer a cunt like nobody's business. The quick motion jumbled up her stomach though and a gurgle came from within. He tried to fight it but as he drilled his wife a big [b]*BUUUUURP*[/b] bellowed out into the room. He was embarrassed but he hoped Bonnie would be ok with it.

Bonnie was more than ok. The brazeness of the belch, combined with the 1000MPH pounding got Bonnie's tunnels going. A heat seered inside and she had to let go. She grabbed the sheets on the bed like she was holding on for her life and she screamed.

Her pussy flushed with cum. The middle-aged rabbit lady clutched her legs together and let the juice fall upon her husband's dick. She shifted her ass up and down the edge of the bed, burning her tail fur against the blanket.

Stu bit down into his lip and gripped his doe's legs hard as his balls flickered and jizz flew down his shaft and into the ocean that was Bonnie's already flooded caverns. He grunted loud like a cave-rabbit and thrust his hips as fast as the man could go. And even at his age, it was really fast. He wasn't a fit husband but he could hit record speeds when it came to humping.

The two fell into a mumble of gasps. Stu collapsed on the bed, big belly first, letting a small toot rip as he hit the bed. Bonnie found it disgusting but didn't mind on the second thought and smell.

They got their breaths then Bonnie moved up the bed and lay there. Stu got on top of her and the two kissed. Stu's acrid breath reached Bonnie's throat but in that state, it wasn't repugnant, just a part of Stu's musk. The made out as Bonnie wrapped her legs around her husband's waist.

This is so weird, thought Nick, but arousing!

Bonnie could feel Stu's dick hardening. It slapped against the inside of her thigh. She gave him a look to let him know it was time to insert. Stu smiled and slid the member into her cave. A moan, and then Bonnie stretched out her arms and braced herself for another domestic porking.

Stu wrapped his arms around Bonnie and jammed her rough, gritting his teeth and scrunching his face with intensity. He had his head over Bonnie's shoulder pushing his jaw into the blankets below as he poked his wife's insides.

Bonnie moaned. It felt like there was no more room for any more cock but she held on and took the attack. Nick wasn't sure where the affection came from, but he knew that his situation wasn't normal. His form changed, and so did his mind. He had to embrace it.

Bonnie's legs wrapped tight, feet slapping each other on the other side of Stu's torso. She squeazed him like she was trying to squeeze juice out of a lemon. Her breathing was coarse.

Their bodies were so hot and energized they didn't feel it coming on-- the climax. It was a burst of heat lost in the already-hot temperature of their bodies. It reached the top though, and Stu and Bonnie felt it. They roared loud and both of them had to grip something while their fluids escaped him.

Juice dripped out from where they met onto the bed. The ruffled blankets were marked with bunny wet. They lay there, Stu pinning Bonnie under his chubby body. Their breaths grasped air like vacuums.

"Wow..." said Stu, not having the wind to say anything louder than a whisper, "That was like our first time."

Bonnie chuckled then grasps her hands nervously. "Really? It feels like the thousandth time for me!"

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