Escape from Zootopia

Chapter 5

In the distance, a low sun painted the sky deep red. Everyone had cleared out of the Savannah Central town square, save for Judy, Nick, and the President.

Judy and Nick removed their gas masks. The noxious aroma of the President's flatulence had receded to a tolerable level, although the scent of rotten eggs still hung in the air.

Judy Hopps assessed her prospects. She had found and secured the President. Now, she needed to haul the hefty heifer back to the outside world.

Of course, Judy herself weighed much more than just 12 hours prior. Her long rabbit feet, now thickened with pudge, supported a good deal of weight.

For starters, her calves billowed past her ankles and brushed the ground. The compound rolls on the backside of her calves squished into each other as they buttressed her thighs. Those thighs jammed together at her middle, widening her stance by pushing her legs apart with overflowing flesh. At her front, their superfluous fat plopped heavy over her knees. Her hips blimped even broader, and Judy could only reach their top rolls. Below that, her hips expanded beyond her fingertips. Judy had always been a little hippy, but this was ridiculous. Her ass was only more ridiculous, jutting behind her in two blubbery shelves fit to hold trays of food. Those cheeks slapped against her calves, and they gathered in fleshy bulges past her hips. Her panties held on, although they dug deep between her fleshy cheeks and gripped tight between her legs.

Plenty of fat had pumped into her stomach, as well. Its lowest roll formed a ponderous sack of blubber that weighed heavy against her legs and down past her knees. Her waist bloomed far wider than her shoulders, yet still not as wide as her hips. Her elbows rest in the flabby creases of her sides, and her forepaws slacked against a meaty shelf where her belly apron undergirded her beach ball upper belly. Her tits inflated with flesh, too, as billowing blimps that overhung her belly. Her tank top now strained to cover a fraction of her massive rack.

Her chin filled out with so much flab that her juicy lower lip could feel it. Her swollen cheeks encroached on either side of her mouth, too. Plus, her eyepatch strap dug into some new pudge on the back of her head.

The top of the food chain felt cushy.

She watched the President a moment as she came to terms with her own weight gain. The cow was about three times as tall as Judy.

The President sat on fat legs sprawled along the ground. Each thigh oozed as wide as Judy was tall, and their black-splotched hide was bare after her recent and sudden gain. The President's panties were nigh invisible under her massive belly, in the crook of her vast hips, under the hood of her mudslide love handles, and in the depths of her ass crack.

That ass fanned even broader than her legs. Its bottom spread thick with plump dimples. Her rump stacked high, as well, with adipose that piled inward in two rounded mountaintops at the center of her backside. Leaning back, the President's arms could just brush the outer rims of her pert upper ass, but her arms fell short of the cottage cheese edges of her butt, whether reaching behind her or to her sides. Her tail looked miniscule in her lengthy butt cleavage.

Not that her arms had any more luck with her stomach. Her middle rolled out over her knees. Its bottom swelled in a thick roll. She could hug most of her stomach, but her navel sat out of her reach. The belly button, broader than a fist, laid in a puffy recess where her upper gut rolled inward just as her lower roll bounced outward. Her abs hid under an obese awning of breast flesh. Those ballooned boobs pulled her blouse taut. The two globes sat as high as her snout and sloped down her sides, nearly to her thighs.

Even her face had blimped, giving her a scarf of neck lard and blubbery cheeks that pushed up against her eyes.

Judy, Nick, and the President were alone--that is, aside from The Alpha, who laid on his back, conked out. His belly rose high over him, it swelled out to his sides past his hips, and it reached as low as his shins, all in a green-scaled semisphere of fat and foodstuffs.