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A bright shade of blue painted Bunnyburrow's skies, serving as the backdrop to their gentle, cottony clouds. Under those skies, Bonnie Hopps had farmed carrots alongside her husband, Stu. Despite the warm sun and fresh air, Bonnie couldn't shake the anxiety that gnawed at her gut.
Her long feet and leathery pads plodded over soft, cool soil. She walked between rows of leafy carrot greens. They were coming along nicely, but as the demand for carrots fell, Bonnie worried they wouldn't bring in enough this season.
As she walked, her thick thighs brushed each other in swishing denim jeans. The width of her hips granted her a natural sway. Her round rump and fluffy tail bounced side to side, despite her dreary pace.
A flannel shirt buttoned down her chubby tummy and wrapped around her wide waist. As was the way of things, her middle had grown over the years. Her arms swayed broad at her sides around her waist. A hefty litter of kits had left her with large breasts weighed uncomfortably in her bra.
Her frown wrinkled her plump cheeks, and her ears drooped. She could do without her Sunday night glass of wine. Certainly, they could make do with smaller portions at dinner. It would not be impossible to weather an off season.
As she pondered how to tighten her belt, a four wheel cargo truck rumbled in the distance. It slowed as it drove down the road. Curiously, its white box was unmarked. When it drew closer and slower, Bonnie saw a chubby, red fox driving. It was the Grey boy. He parked beside the farm, turned on his blinkers, and leaned an elbow out his driver's side window. "Afternoon, Missus Hopps." He smiled.
"Gideon! What are you doing back in town? Last I heard, you busied yourself with a bakery in that big city." It was nice just to have something other than finances on her mind.
He nodded along. "And I still do. But you need good produce for good pies, you know what I mean? So I drive out here to Bunnyburrow. City folk might not know that the best ingredients come from here, but they can sure as shootin' taste it. How's the farm doing these days?"
Bonnie stirred the dirt with her toes. "Oh, well. Carrots are coming along beautifully. Best yield we've seen in a good while. But the markets, they don't look too good these days."
Gideon winced. "That's a damn shame. I've been fooling around with a recipe for carrot pies. I wouldn't mind taking a few bushels off your hands."
"That would be mighty kind of you."
He turned to the passenger seat. "Hey, while I got you here, want to try some blueberries?" He looked back to Bonnie and held forward a handful of blueberries. "It's a new variety, grown right here in Bunnyburrow."
Bonnie never was much one for blueberries, but she enjoyed Gideon's pleasant company. She scooped them out of his hand and dropped them past her lips. Their taut, rubbery skin was slick and cool. She bit down, and their bittersweet juice burst in her mouth. Bonnie swallowed down a few gulps of juice, strangely voluminous given the modest amount she'd put in her mouth. "Gosh, those are juicy."
Gideon gripped the lower edge of his door's window. His fingers tensed. "Aren't they just? Folks love 'em."
Her stomach sloshed. Even after swallowing the end of the blueberries, she felt liquid gush in her stomach, like she was chugging from a fire hose. "Wow... they're very watery compared to others I've had."
Her lips felt wet. She figured she'd accidentally gotten some juice on her face, so she drew the back of her hand across her mouth. As she raised her hand, she saw her gray fur darken to a bluish hue. Stunned, she held both arms out. Their fur slowly darkened, gradually changing from blue to purple. "Oh my stars! What was in those?"
Gideon licked his lips. "I could tell you, but I think the effects speak for themselves."
And so they did. Bonnie's toes swelled and squished against each other. Her calves and thighs tightened. Their flabby curves pushed into taut, ballooning arcs. Her ass, already packed into her jeans, pushed against the seat of her pants. Thickening hips fought her waistband. Her jeans, unaccustomed to sudden bloating, cinched her tender flesh in a painful bind. "Ungh... this is terrible...!" In spite of the pain, though, she couldn't deny a curious tingling between her legs.
Her growing belly popped open her pants button, offering her a small measure of release. "Phew! It's over now, right?" As her stomach snapped off her lowest shirt button, Bonnie saw that her tummy was also turning violet. Her breasts strained against her top, too. Formerly saggy from age, they filled with swishing juice that turned them into ripe orbs. Her paws raised to knead their taut, tender flesh. "Golly, they're bigger than when I was making milk!" Even her cheeks and chin puffed.
Bonnie's heart thumped. Her lungs flooded with air and clenched her breath outward. Her body panicked, but her brain puzzled. She couldn't put sense to the sensations running through her sloshing, billowing body. Her belly inflated right out of her shirt, and she put her hands to the purple orb. Her hands' pads felt dull and distant, and they could only feel a dull pressure at her middle. She should have found all of this alarming, but with her increased size came increased pleasure. "Ough. I'm so bloated. Why don't I want it to stop?" Her vague, blurry sense of touch did little to assuage her concern.
Gideon opened his door and stepped out slowly. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his hands. His eyes lingered on her body, not on her face, and they made her feel like a piece of meat.
She turned from him and vaulted into a run. As she thrust one leg past the other, her legs chafed. They swelled and popped seams along her pants. Running, they sloshed loudly below her, like she waded through water. They felt like it, too, with an inner splashing that swished to and fro, challenging her balance. Horror flooded her mind and trickled through her throat in whines. Worse yet, her mound pumped full of liquid, too, stiffer and stiffer. As her flesh tightened down there, it grew more sensitive, sparking currents of arousal in spite of her alarm. Her bloated thighs didn't help. The further they bloated, the tighter they became, and the harder they pressed on her outer labia. Moans of pleasure stirred with whimpers of fear. "I can't run with these legs. He's got me. And all I can do is... hungh..." Her need for climax eclipsed her need for escape.
Sloshing, Bonnie swung her hip forward to take one more step. Her gait slowed moment by moment from the increased friction between her legs and the decreased dexterity at her joints. Every part of her smooshed together with ever increasing fluid. Her stomach gushed forward over her thighs and swelled under her arms. As her waving hip wagged it, the liquid inside churned and splashed. It juggled down against her legs and up into her bloated breasts. "It's too good... make it stop..."
Tossed up by her tummy, her growing boobs burst from her shirt. They slapped down onto her stomach with thick churns of juice. Their hide had turned indigo, and each inward pump of fluid stretched her fur thinner. The strain in her tits teased their sensitive hide with more ferocity than Stu, even at his horniest. In search of dignity, she raised her bulbous hands and sprawled digits to her breasts. Her bloated palms pleased her erect, enlarged nipples. She failed to suppress a lurid moan. Moisture gathered at her nipples, followed by bliss. Unthinking, she squeezed her tits to massage more joy. Pleasure radiated within her bosom, and she felt splattering liquid at her palms. She inspected them, and they dripped with thick, purple juice. "What in tarnation?"
Bonnie's tubby legs shredded her pants. Her fat shoulders and biceps sundered her shirt. She yelped in pleasure as her flesh burst free. Still, she plodded onward, fast as she could, through the field. Each step brought her more pleasure. She couldn't move a muscle in her legs without teasing her nethers, without massaging and rubbing and grinding her swollen, aching vulva. Her clit bloated so rigid and so big in her hot, damp walls. Every step pounded her nub harder than she'd ever known before. She clenched her teeth, hoping to escape Gideon before her need for release paralyzed her.
Gideon called after her casually. "How you makin' out, Missus Hopps? Doin' alright?"
Her run slowed to a pitiful trudge. Her biceps and sideboobs inflated further with sloshing juice and fought each other. She barely grinded her arms sideways, and her creaking hide kneaded itself with rubbery groans. As for her nipples, well, she could no longer bend her elbows far enough to cover them. Her stomach, blimping ever wider with liquid, squashed down on her legs and up into her chest. As it ran out of room, it packed tight in her middle. It even spread sideways, cramming down on her hips and up into her sideboobs. The more she grew, the less round each individual body part became. Instead, she swelled towards one large, singular orb. "I can't move... I should hate this... but... I just want... more..."
She pushed her legs as hard as she could, but they resisted her more by the second. As she grinded her leg forward, her thigh nudged damp crashes within her stiffening gut. As she forced her leg back, it clenched her swelling, widening glutes. Taut, juicy flesh filled the backs of her legs, occupying all of the space behind her knees. In effect, she had no knee joints. The wider her legs grew, the more they locked against her gut, hips, and ass. All she could do to move was nudge her toes along. "Ungh... keep going, girl..."
In fact, her legs were so full, so packed, so tight, that vibrations carried through them sharply. Each miniscule grind between her thighs and each tap from her bloated toes rippled through her liquid interior and jostled her swollen, engorged clit. It throbbed with ecstasy from the constant hammering set upon it. Bonnie wheezed and cried, unable to handle the torturous pleasure building within her. Her flesh creaked, and she felt ready to explode.
And so she did. Waves of rapture burst from her pussy and jolted her body. Normally, climaxes came in gentle, throbbing waves. This orgasm shocked her all over, all at once. Every ounce of her rocked and pounded with euphoria. Thick, warm juices splurted from between her legs. Carnal joy overloaded her muscles. They convulsed. Unable to control her motions, she rolled backward. Her calves supported her, then her thighs, until she rolled over her ass and landed on her back. She twitched and cried from her shattering orgasm while her body teetered over her wide, round ass. Her mind had no space to comprehend the fact that she couldn't run from Gideon. Her intense orgasm blasted her thoughts into oblivion.
Rocking back and forth, her climax faded. Her body creaked and groaned, growing slower. She tried to put her feet to the ground, but they locked in place against her ankles. Her cheeks blimped up under her eyes. They were so thick and wide that they secured her head in place, preventing her from looking around at her surroundings. Her chest tightened, but she didn't know if that was from the pressure within or from the fear of her circumstances. Her eyes scanned up, down, left, and right, and they only saw the sky and her own cheeks. It was all she could do. "I'm too big to go much of anywhere now. Guess I just gotta wait and see."
Resignation. She'd spent her life in fear, watching carefully for danger from this angle or that. Whether by luck or by skill, she had carried herself this far in life. Now, her fear served no purpose. If she perceived a threat, she could do nothing about it. No, her only option was to soak in the dread, exist in it, accept it. Maybe Gideon really would do something nefarious. Maybe the Hopps really wouldn't make enough money this year. Maybe they'd lose the house. All of that was beyond Bonnie's control now.
Defeated, her mind released its worries. It wandered to simpler observations. The tight warmth between her joints. The fullness of heavy liquid throughout her body. The warm sun above. Even as she lay motionless, her pussy edged itself, and viscous juice dripped from her lower lips. Above, she felt more juice dribble from her nipples and pool atop her armpits. She laughed to herself. "I've never felt so good in all my years, and it's about to land me in a heap of trouble."
Gideon's voice called out. "Alright, she's all set!"
Another voice responded, this one dull and slow. "I'll say. She's riper 'n a vixen on prom night."
And a third voice entered, this one warm and fast. "Sheesh! How many did you give her, a whole bushel?" He was strangely familiar.
Bonnie shouted through her damp throat in gurgles. "Nick? Nick Wilde, is that you?"
The sly fox entered her view from above, looking down on her upside-down. His lips curled in a sickening grin. "Howdy, Mrs. Hopps. I'd apologize for meeting you under these circumstances, but, well. I'm not sorry." His face zipped back out of view.
Gideon barked. "Quit screwin' around and get to her hinder." Two firm hands pressed under her shoulders, and Gideon's chin hovered above her.
Two more hands groped her left ass cheek, while another pair clutched her right cheek. Fingers dug into her turgid flesh like she was a heavy piece of furniture, not like she was a person.
Her back departed the ground, and her bulk weighed into her captors' grips. Up above, she could only see Gideon's chin and the sky, neither of which moved. Still, judging by the sloshes in her gut, she could feel herself move. Rationally, she should've been anxious. Instead, she only felt curiosity. "Where am I going?"
Gideon grunted with clenched teeth as he carried her along. "Don't you worry none about that, Missus Hopps."
Bonnie barely heard Gideon's huffs and puffs over her own inner churning. To be carried without lifting a finger, all while swollen to an exquisite, sumptuous fullness, delighted her. It was an eerie bliss, but bliss nonetheless.
Then, there was a clop. Gideon grunted again. "Bear with me, boys, she's a biggun." His face rose out of view--or rather, she tilted downward, away from him. The clopping continued.
When she righted onto her back again, a flat, dark surface covered the sky. Of course, the truck. They must have carried her into the truck. Her back set onto the floor with a damp squish.
Gideon leaned into her face, closer this time. His voice came out in a silken hush. "You might be afeared, Bonnie, but don't worry, not even the littlest bit. You ain't the first one we's done this to." His hand caressed her cheek. "You're mad as a hornet now, but soon enough, you won't care none." His mouth opened wide, breathing hot air onto her, and his warm, wet tongue lapped along her cheek.
Bonnie wasn't mad. She wasn't even annoyed. But she was beyond protesting anything Gideon said or did.
He looked past her to things she couldn't see. "You boys get the nipples. I'll set to work on her pussy."
Nick spoke up. "It seems to me, Chief, that you always handle the downstairs plumbing. Why not give someone else a crack at it?"
Someone tumbled into Bonnie's side, stirring tidal waves within her.
Gideon snapped at Nick. "Not now, Wilde. We can talk about it after."
A person brushed her right shoulder. Then, a hard, silicone ring pressed to her right breast, around her nipple. She felt the same on her left breast. Through slight rustles and subtle nudges, she could tell that one person stood on either side of her, but she couldn't see them. Her own biceps and cheeks inflated into her view, blocking off anyone who wasn't directly in front of her face.
Suction tugged at both nipples. She heard a low, bassy thump, followed by another, and another, at slow, regular intervals. Pleasure tingled at her breasts.
Two hands grabbed her right breast with spread fingers and a sure grip. Strong but slow, the two hands pushed together, squeezing her overgrown boob. Pleasure burst from her teat and radiated through her breast. Fluid gushed out of her, and every ounce wrung untold joys.
Taken with rapture, Bonnie giggled and moaned. "Teehee, oh... yes... yes...!"
The dull fox guffawed. "There's nothin' quite like that first pump."
The other fox joined in, pumping her left breast. They squeezed her together in time. Her primed nipples, ready to burst, wanted nothing more than to pump their thick juices. And the pleasure that splashed from them emanated through her breasts, with a feeling of joy made stronger by their incredible size.
Below, two hands patted the lower side of her gut. Gideon's voice carried to her ears. "Big girl. You're gonna be my favorite yet." One hand wriggled between her stomach and into her mound. It felt like her mons blimped past her feet, as impossible as that may have been. Gideon's nose tickled her outer lips.
Bonnie groaned, loud and wavering. "I'm... I'm gonna..."
"Hold it, girl. Don't waste none before I get you plugged in." With that, a thick, plastic tube passed between her lips. A notch in its top rested gently around her clit. "Now, you're good to go." With both hands, Gideon gripped her inflated fupa. In his hands, her mound felt enormous. Gently, slowly, he squeezed in and out. Not only did he massage her sensitive outer skin, but his kneading rubbed her clit against the notch in the tube.
She felt so big, so swollen, especially down there, around her pussy. Her clit blimped so large, with each one of its nerves stretched to a sensitive height that made her dizzy. She cooed and yelped as carnal delight exploded throughout her huge, sloshing girth. "Like that... please... keep going...!"
Another climax came. Her walls seized. Her pussy expelled a gush of fluid.
"Aha, there we go! Now keep going, girl."
And she did. Her pussy thumped as it squirted on and on. Gallon after gallon coursed through her nethers. The rapture of it wracked her body, and she cried in wet, hoarse gurgles. She clenched her toes against her taut feet. She pushed her tubby calves into her gargantuan thighs. Her legs squeezed impotently on her mound. "Ungh! Hoof! Oh... whew! Oooongh, it's too much... it's not enough...!"
Like all orgasms, this one claimed her for as long as it liked, and she had no control over its course. Its ecstasy burst through her tits, and she sprayed more juice through her teats than she had milk in all her years.
Below, her pussy thumped and pumped, thrusting a deluge of juice. The torrent withered to a stream, and then to a trickle, and at last, her climax weakened. Her body reeled, still dizzy from its force.
Gideon slapped her ass. "Alright boys, let's get going. Time for our next stop."
Clomping shoes passed around her. Then, there was a low, bassy grind as the light cut off instantly. They must have closed her in the back of the truck.
Bonnie didn't know what would happen next, and she didn't care. She only knew one thing for sure: the juices in her body swirled and swelled with carnal energy. She felt the raw materials of an orgasm churn and burble within her. Curiously, her thoughts drifted towards her daughter. "I wonder... I wonder how Judy would feel... if she..."
The truck's engine roared to life. Slowly, it started moving, and then, it accelerated to a casual pace. Along the country roads, the truck bumped and bounced. From inside, it just felt like a big, dark, shaking box.
The truck bounced her bulk side to side, rocking and sloshing the divine juices within her. Pleasure crashed within her and rapture gushed inside her. Bonnie clenched her thighs, even though they were hopelessly inflated beyond motor control. Blazing passion razed her loins, melted her mind, and set fire to wavering screams through her blue, bloated lips.