Escape from Zootopia

Chapter 4

Judy sped the hot rod through the torn-up streets of Zootopia. Old Pootsie Roll Pop wrappers littered the hot rod's dashboard.

Her 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.

Her 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.

Her 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.

Nick eyed Judy's protruding middle. "So, how'd you know The Alpha had the President? I just got the news myself."

Judy 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."

Nick 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.

Judy pulled onto another street, which ended in a town square. She parked a few meters from the circular clearing ahead. "This the place?"

Nick said, "You got it. Just up ahead is the bakery." He reached for the door handle.

Judy grabbed his arm and jerked him away from his door. "Where do you think you're going?"

Nick brushed off his arm. "There's guards. You can't just walk in. But they trust me. You need me to distract them."

Judy 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."

Nick 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."

Judy scowled.

Nick 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."

Judy growled. "Alright. But if you fuck this up, it's your ass for dinner."

Nick 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.

Judy 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.