As the sunlight filtered into the quiet apartment of Judy Hopps, the bunny grumbled and rolled over, hands coming to rest on her mostly softened gut. After a moment, though, she snapped awake with an excited gasp. Her hands dug into her stomach eagerly, and she slowly hefted herself upwards into a sitting position. Her gut, which was still hanging low and heavy, seemed to spill over her thighs with a wet groan. She kneaded over her plush tummy, groping over the love handles that were sure to say even once her boyfriend was good and metabolized.
 
The increased motion drew an air bubble upwards, and Judy soon blushed as she opened her mouth wide. The low, rumbling noise that escaped her was unmistakable predatory, an explosive expenditure of gas that had her throat spasming and her tongue wiggling against the sides of her mouth. “Oh, sweet cheese and crackers, Nick… I just wish this would go faster…”
 
Judy wasn’t quite complaining to the fox, but his dallying inside of her digestive system was looking to clear out all of her lingering vacation days. However, she was grateful that her body had finally done enough that she could pull herself out of bed. Nick’s weight and his struggles had her all but pinned to the soft bed that the two shared. She was in too much of a food coma to care much in the moment, but as her patience (and constant libido) ebbed away she had sunk to outwardly pleading to the smug fox stewing in her stomach. She had spent days shifting her weight, and humping against him to little avail, and as her impatience grew she was willing to beg the somehow still-smug fox in her stomach.
 
For as long as it had taken to break Nick down, though, he had been remarkably compliant, the only complaint also easily attributed to the bunny’s predatory inexperience. Judy yawned, and decided that she was in the mood for some coffee. Swinging her legs over the bed, she finally used her lower-body strength for all it was worth. In a standing position, she was now able to see how much she was still carrying around with her.
 
Her gut hung out even more than her ass did on the other side, though Judy was earnestly excited to see how much of his mass would make her more bottom-heavy. Her breasts, which themselves had inflated into a sizable bunny E-cup, were being held up by her heavy, flabby gut on its own. She couldn’t see her feet looking straight down, and she found that as she walked she could actively squeeze her hanging tummy between her thighs.
 
Walking soon became more waddling, as the bloated bunny did her best to keep her balance on her way to the kitchen. She huffed and puffed, thankful that she had decided to stay nude for her impromptu vacation. Clothes would have only complicated her movement. Listening to the groans and grumbles that every motion created within her gut, Judy finally made her way to the coffee machine. Soon, she was slurping on the dark liquid, grumbling as she dug her knuckles into her gut in a misguided attempt to knead Nick’s clogs down her system. She could feel a few meaty clumps moving, but it still didn’t feel like enough for just how prolonged the digestion was.
 
“Nick, love…” Judy cooed down at her gut between sips of coffee, trying to keep the mild frustration out of her voice. “I love you, but you’re squatting right now. That’s illegal.” She grinned down at her gut. “I need to evict you. Please cooperate with me…” She pressed her stomach against the counter and thrust against it a few times before scooting towards the sofa, begrudgingly accepting that she was just going to have to wait Nick out. He didn’t respond well to force at all, and a part of Judy wondered if he was being difficult on purpose, as some sort of final challenge for her to outlast.
 
She clicked on the television, and practically draped herself over her gut as she watched the commentary on the mayor’s latest speech, letting the punditry melt into white noise before her. Judy couldn’t help it. Maintaining a sense of blase normalcy while her boyfriend drained into her lower bowels was working her up yet again. She basked in the feeling as much as she could, even as she set the empty mug down and laid back, hugging her grumbling gut, slowly kneading against it with her knees. Somewhere along the way another wave of exhaustion washed over her, and Judy let out a cute, hiccuping belch as she closed her eyes.
 
When she next woke up it was midday, and the television was running some too-perky show featuring an otter and a fox as the hosts. Judy absentmindedly licked her lips at them, and she let her mind wander to the thought of repeating an indulgence of her greedy hunger. She flicked open her phone and downloaded a dating app, before setting it aside to focus the moment on Nick.
 
Her body was doing slow yet steady work on the vulpine, slowly draining him out of her guts and metabolizing all that she could. She could feel the weight settling on her legs, mostly in her thighs and calves, each one doubling in size. Any kick of hers was sure to knock someone out, now, if it wasn’t already. Her breasts felt the slightest bit fatter, and as she groped herself she noticed that her nipples were puffy and oversensitive. Judy fancied the idea for the moment that she was also stuffed with kits alongside Nick, her body working into overdrive to feed a litter.
 
“Oh, you’re such a good daddy, Nick…” She purred at her stomach, before deciding to press it against the wooden floor. She wrapped her legs around it as much as she could, pressing her pussy against her still-distended gut. As she babbled out praises to her lover, she began to actively hump her gut, riding it with gusto. Doing so filled the room with the wet plapping over her own body jiggling, but just the same a cacophony of wet burps and belches as she displaced some of the air that was still inside of her. A few toots snuck out somewhere along the way, and she breathed them in with a scrunched face.
 
“Dumb fox… Real funny, making yourself smell like a carrot dump. I wish you’d be half as smooth.” She grunted, but bit her lower lip with her buck teeth, continuing to fuck her tummy down. It didn’t take long for her to finally hit her peak, crying out her boyfriend’s name as she squirted over the bulge that she had still yet to lose from him. Perhaps it was still good for a couple of things, she acknowledged in the moment.
 
She basked in the afterglow for a few moments, listening inattentively to a prerecorded speech from Chief Bogo. The sound of his voice made the bunny’s stomach even more ravenous.
 
“You know, I was going to go to work today, Nick. We can’t all play hooky like you. For almost two weeks.” She quipped, dryly, taunting her gut with good humor as she hefted herself back up and waddled to the closet. “But I haven’t even tried on my uniform since you made me this thick. If it doesn’t fit it’s coming out of your paycheck, darling.”
 
Pulling out the folded blue attire, Judy started out by stepping into her pants. It was a tight fit, and she really had to suck in her gut, but the gains that Nick had already given her weren’t enough to completely destroy the trousers. It was almost immediately apparent, however, that the shirt wasn’t going to be as lucky. The shirt hung on either side of her, and although she tried she couldn’t even manage to get one of the buttons secured over her breasts. Her massive, gelatinous stomach was even more of an issue. Grunting, Judy did her best to push herself past her limits, and finally she managed to get one of the buttons around her diaphragm secured. The moment that she breathed out, though, the button snapped, and the uniform popped open. Judy sighed and examined the clear tear from her unrestrained tummy in the shirt. She couldn’t help but grin.
 
Perhaps indulging some darker aspect of herself, Judy pulled her police hat off of the rack and popped it on herself. She posed in front of the mirror, pressing her legs together and letting her stomach drape down, and she took a selfie. She took a number of pictures for her own enjoyment, all of which were saved in the couple’s photo album that was otherwise marked with pictures of fox and bunny alike. At least until the past two weeks, which provided a private play-by-play of the bloated, stuffed bunny and her slow deflation back to an enhanced normal.
 
As Judy continued to examine her gain, she realized that going back to the ZPD wasn’t a wise decision, especially with such a sudden gain on her body. Especially not when a number of nightcrawlers had just been reported missing again, and Bellweather was up to be interrogated on their whereabouts. No, she needed to take a quick sabbatical back to Bunnyburrow to burn off the pounds and calories. That was, if she even wanted to. The thought of bunnies at her easy access had her mouth watering before she even realized it.
 
Perhaps it was a bit of showing off, but soon Judy’s barely-contained backside was hefted up onto the bed, and turned towards the mirror. Judy felt her weight threatening to push through the pants. Grunting, she pressed her weight backwards with even more force. The cracks were already beginning to show in her pants, the seams unable to deal with the gains of such a bottom-heavy bunny.
 
Judy’s hand had snuck into the front to finger herself as she spread her legs wider, bouncing against her hand as she got off again. She was unusually worked up, even by the high standards of a rabbit, panting as her motions squeezed out lingering gas out of her gut from both ends. She could feel the khaki-style pants giving way.
 
Suddenly, there was a low, almost staticky clicking noise, and Judy felt a wash of cool air over her left cheek. Her hand reached back to feel the tear, and Judy mewled as she pulled the split even wider, until at last her ass practically exploded out of the trousers, leaving the blue scraps to fall on either side of her. Judy rolled over and spread her legs above her head, watching every little quake and jiggle of her increasingly blubbery body as she rubbed it out. Nick’s remains were beginning to solidify towards her backdoor, she could feel that much, and it was obvious that the bulge in her gut was less and less chyme and more just maternal corpulence. Judy basked in the fact that she was likely never going to be her lithe self again; instead, she was going to be big and soft, her body maternal and plush for all to admire.
 
Finally, Judy hit another orgasm that was punctuated with a wet belch, her cries for Nick muffled as the sly fox managed to con his way into getting her off even as most of him was converted to fat and other things. She panted and softened again, leaving her uniform in scraps over her bed.
 
Absentmindedly playing with her tits, Judy made a call to the station. “Hey, Bogo? Have you seen Nick in the past couple of weeks? We’re not together right now, I’ve been cooped up with a… stomach bug. Really been struggling to keep things down. I’m doing better, though, thanks for the concern.”
 
She muffled a belch with her hand. “N-No, I haven’t, either. He said he might have been heading out of town to check on something. N-No, I’m okay, just worried, is all.”
 
She cleared her throat, and moved her hand back to her clit. Somehow the conversation with Bogo, and the little test of her acting skills had her working herself up. She leaned forward, and let a fart of former-fox flutter out with a low rumble. She cleared her throat to cover up the brassiest of it.
 
“Alright, sir. I’ll run the patrol down to Bunnyburrow by myself.” She was all but grinning as things turned her way. “I can always see my family as well. Of course, sir. I’ll be seeing you. Thanks for your understanding.”
 
As her stomach rumbled further, Judy licked her lips. She wondered if one day she could break Bogo down inside of her. Police Chief Judith Hopps had a certain ring to it that made her stomach rumble. As her mind drifted towards making felons into fertilizer, she snuggled against her gut and relaxed, intent on relaxing the rest of the day away before setting out on her next journey in the morning, with Nick tagging along in her body.
 
She hoped that she at least had a pair of pants that would fit, but that was an issue for tomorrow.