Judy knew from the start that it was a bad idea. There were a million reasons not to do it.

She was too far away from home, for one. She was on the way back from her morning jog, but still had several blocks before she would be at her place. If she did it here, she would have to call Nick to come pick her up, and he would have to get Finnick’s help again.

It was a risky time of day, too. At this late morning hour, the streets of the city were already busy. She could see an alley nearby that looked secluded, but there would still be a decent chance of being spotted.

And then, of course, there was her own physical state. She had tried very hard to keep up with her exercise and stay as fit as possible, but her gravid belly was enormous at this stage, and even at peak physical condition it was still weighing her down. Not to mention the fact that she had never tried to take two at once before: what if it was too much for her in this state?

And yet, when she looked at the two adorable bunnies, with the eager, naive expressions, Judy just couldn’t help herself. She could feel her stomach rumble, and she had to swallow the excess saliva pooling in her mouth.

She just had to eat them.

The two identical bunnies (definitely from the same litter) had approached her on the street asking for her autograph. They looked young, or at least a lot younger than Judy – probably just out of high school, maybe about to start college. One was wearing a cute sundress, while the other had on jean shorts and a t-shirt sporting the logo for a band that Judy didn’t recognize. The two girls were practically fawning over the officer, talking about how she was their hero and an inspiration to rabbits everywhere. They almost seemed overwhelmed to be meeting their idol in person, especially since Judy had been on leave for the last few months and not out in public as much.

Excited as they were, they didn’t question it when Judy asked them to follow her. It wasn’t until they were a good distance into the secluded alley, far enough from the street to protect them from prying eyes, that one of them – the one wearing the sundress – tilted her head in confusion.

“Um…Officer Hopps?” the bunny asked. “Why do we need to come back here to get your autograph?”

Judy gave the two girls a warm smile. “It’s already hard enough lugging this around,” she said, laying both hands on top of her belly. “I didn’t want to have to worry about any of us getting trampled, too.”

Both of the girls blushed, but exchanged cautiously excited looks. “The, um, the father is that fox from the news, right? The one who became an officer?”

“That’s right,” Judy answered. “It’s quite an experience carrying fox kits, let me tell you! I get some really odd cravings.”

They both stepped forward, staring down at Judy’s prodigious belly. The bunny wearing jean shorts reached forward for a moment, before hesitating. “I, um, s-sorry…”

“It’s okay,” Judy assured, reaching forward to take the bunny by the hand, guiding it down to slip right under her maternity sized tank-top. “See? They’re not gonna bite you or anything.”

Then the young rabbit gently pressed her palm flat to the officer’s belly, before she gasped and turned to her sister. “Oh! I think I felt a kick! You hav-”

The bunny’s excitement was suddenly cut off when Judy stepped forward, thrusting with her belly. The action shoved Little Miss Sundress aside, causing Jean Shorts to stumble backwards, her back bumping into the nearby alley wall. Judy used her belly to pin the rabbit’s head against the wall, trapping her there.

Sundress looked startled, still not quite grasping what was happening as Judy grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in close. “What are ymmmMMPH!?”

With a wet, organic noise, Judy put a hand on the back of the rabbit’s head and shoved it into her mouth.

Judy knew she had to act quickly. She had no time to savor her meal. Keeping her sister pinned against the wall, Judy used both hands to cram the bunny’s slender body down her gullet. She was in up to her waist before she even thought to try to struggle.

By the time Jean Shorts managed to scramble out from under Judy, at least far enough to gasp for breath, all she saw were her sister’s paws vanishing between the pregnant rabbit’s lips.

“…ah-h-hah?” she bleated, staring up at Judy with wide eyed confusion.

Glllk.

Judy let out a sigh as she felt the first rabbit settle into her gut. She was thrashing, and screaming, but it was far too late now. She was hers.

Which just left the other one.

The remaining bunny’s ears fell when that predatory gaze landed on her. “W-Was…was that my sister…?”

Jean Shorts sat there in disbelief while Judy carefully sank to her knees, dropping her writhing belly right into the smaller rabbit’s lap.

“Mhm,” Judy answered nonchalantly as she leaned in, hooking two fingers into the young rabbit’s T-shirt to gently guide her away from the wall. “Now you just hold still for me, ’kay?”

And then Judy opened her mouth and slowly chomped down around the rabbit’s head, taking her in up to the shoulders in one great bite.

Judy felt some of the tension drain out of her body. The danger had passed, now her prey wouldn’t be able to scream for help.

That didn’t mean she could take it easy, of course. There was still the risk of someone else walking into the alley and spotting them. So she reached down and grabbed her prey by the thighs, relaxed her throat, and shoved.

Gllllk!

In one push, she managed to push the slender bunny all the way up to where Judy’s nose was brushing against her traildrop. She stretched her jaws as wide as she could to bite forward over the tail, taking in the girl’s hips. Then she shifted her position, letting her meal’s paws find purchase on the nearby wall.

Then Judy used that leverage to push herself forward, swallowing most of the bunny’s legs.

Judy allowed herself a short moment with just the bunny’s paws hanging out of her mouth, feeling her squirm in her throat. Then she used both hands to shove those paws in, sending Jean Shorts on a short trip down an even shorter throat.

Gllllllk!

She let out a groan as she let herself fall back into a sitting position. She could feel the two sisters crammed together in her cramped stomach. This…had probably been too much, after all. Her stomach was enormous, and she felt uncomfortably bloated.

And yet, after she pulled out her cell phone, dialed, and put it to her ear, there was a note of triumph in her voice.

“Hey, Nick?”

Nick answered in a teasing, playful tone. “What did you do now, Carrots?”

“I ate some bunnies.”

“Some bunnies?”

“Two.”

“At once!?”

Judy felt a little surge of pride in her chest. She brought her free hand up, examining her nails. “Yeah. Two girls. They wanted autographs.”

A moment of stunned silence passed on the other end of the line, before…

“That’s kinda hot, Carrots.”

Judy rolled her eyes. “You’ve used that line before, slick.”

“Have I? It must have just slipped out, then. Must have been pretty sincere, too.”

“Cute. But you’re still gonna have to wait, you dumb fox. I’m feeling way too bloated to do anything. In fact, I can barely move. Could you come pick me up?”

“Where are you?”

“The alley between Mane Street and Menagerie Avenue.”

“Hm… that’s close, but definitely too far to walk in your current state. I’ll have to call Finnick and get him to bring his van. It’ll probably take about fifteen minutes, at minimum.”

Judy sighed. “Yeah, I figured as much. Don’t worry, no one saw me. I should be good to hunker down here for a while. Just be as quick as you can, okay?”

“Of course. Love you, my sly bunny.”

“Love you too, you dumb fox.”

After a moment, Nick spoke up again. “Seriously, though, it is kinda ho-”

Nick’s voice vanished from Judy’s ear as the phone was snatched away from her. A massive hand had lowered down and wrapped around hers, before pulling back up and yanking the phone out of her grip.

“Hey there.”

Judy practically jumped out of her fur. She had been so focused on the call that she hadn’t noticed someone sneaking up behind her!

Her heart dropped as she looked up – and up, and up – at the newcomer. The lion was absolutely enormous, towering over the small, laden bunny. He looked strong and fit, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. He had glasses perched on his muzzle, and his face was framed by a purple mane. He was looking down his nose at her, a smug smile on his face.

“So,” he said, his tone conversational. “If I heard right, I’ve got about fifteen minutes?”

Judy swallowed hard as she took in the implications of this statement.

Then she bolted.

Or at least, she tried to bolt. Carrying both a litter of kits and two other rabbits did not make it easy to run. She almost immediately stumbled, and then she felt one of the lion’s huge hands grab her by the scruff. Judy let out a squeaky yelp as she was lifted into the air, her paws kicking wildly as they lost purchase with the ground. She found herself turned around, lifted up to eye level with the lion.

Judy took a deep breath, trying to override her prey instincts with her police training. She wasn’t going to get anywhere by blindly panicking. “Excuse me, sir, but what do you think you’re doing?”

She punctuated the statement with an audible THUMP from her paw, hitting the lion in the chest with the full strength of her tiny leg.

The lion’s chest twitched. He ran his tongue across the length of his muzzle with a wet schllp noise that made Judy flinch. He tossed her phone away, and brought his now free hand up to hook his fingers into the neckline of her tank top. With a loud tear, the material fell away.

“H-hey!” Judy shouted. “Stop that! Don’t you know who I…!?”

The lion’s gaze snapped up to meet Judy’s for a moment. “Oh, I know exactly who you are,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “Judy Hopps, the hero cop.” He grabbed her bra and tore that off next, letting her large chest fall free.

“Hey!” Judy brought her arms up to try to cover her bare chest. “I said stop! Put me down! You’re under arrest!”

The lion wasn’t deterred. He pulled off her running shorts and tossed them onto the growing pile of ripped clothing on the ground beneath her. “I admit, I never expected to run into someone like you in a place like this. And especially not in a state like this.”

He cut off another attempt at a kick from Judy by grabbing her ankles with his free hand, his enormous fingers easily wrapping around both and holding them tightly together. He leaned in, bringing his muzzle close to the lower part of the swell of her belly. “Judy Hopps, the famous hero, snacking on innocent civilians. Who would have thought?”

His lips parted slightly, and his tongue stretched out. He slowly ran the broad, rough muscle in a long path over the curve of her squirming belly.

Judy’s breath caught, and she tried to place her hands on the lion’s nose and push him away. It was like pushing a brick wall, for all the good it did her. “S-stop that!”

“Those poor little bunnies. They never saw it coming, did they? What a secret for the famous hero of the city to have.” The lion chuckled. “I bet you think you’re a big, bad predator, don’t you?”

He leaned in again, pushing past her arms with his muzzle, and this time his thick tongue slurped over her neck and face.

Judy coughed and spluttered, cringing back from his breath. She tried again to push him away, her hands slipping against the side of his muzzle.

“I can’t wait to tell my friends about this,” he muttered, his teeth inches from her face. “Not that they’ll believe me, but hey, that’s part of the fun.”

He lifted her up high, over his head.

And then his jaws yawned open.

“N-no…” Judy whispered.

He started to lower her, paws first, into his mouth.

“No!” Judy shouted it this time. “Stop! Let me go!”

The only response she got was a huff from the lion, a blast of hot breath that ruffled her fur.

Judy could already feel her legs sliding into the lion’s throat, and his rough tongue pushed against her bloated belly. The difference in size between them was enormous. Her legs had slipped in easily, but her progress stopped as her bloated gut bumped up against his muzzle. She could feel the two rabbits she had just eaten squirming in confusion and discomfort as their prison became even more cramped.

Judy’s heart was pounding against the inside of her ribcage. This couldn’t be happening. “P-please,” she begged. “N-n-n-no! D-don’t do this! I-I’m pregnant!”

With Judy’s legs now trapped in the lion’s gullet, his other hand was free to move to her face. His huge hand wrapped entirely around her head, the pad pressing into her face to prevent any further protests. She felt his fingers tense.

He pushed.

Glllk.

Judy cried out in pain as her gut was forced into his gullet. The tunnel felt impossibly tight, compressing her bloated, squirming stomach. Her chest slid into his mouth, and she blushed as his wide, rough tongue helped maneuver that deeper as well.

Glk.

Another swallow, and her chest was pulled into his throat as well. Her fur was soaked, and his hot breath surrounded her, assaulting her nose and making her eyes water. She was now looking at the world framed by his teeth.

As he swallowed again, Judy did the only thing she could – reached out with both hands and grabbed on to those sharp fangs.

Even now, she knew that this wasn’t a good solution. All he had to do was bite down, and Judy would be sent on her way, without her fingers.

But he didn’t bite down. He just held her there for a moment, his tongue occasionally flicking up against her chin and face. His throat continued to tug at her body, constant, undulating motion trying to pull her deeper.

Very slowly, he closed his mouth. He actually seemed to be careful not to bite, and Judy felt his lips against her fingers as she was enclosed in darkness. His fangs pricked her fingers, but she was able to keep her grip.

And then he started to slosh her back and forth.

His tongue pushed against her, shoving her this way and that. One moment she would be pushed against the teeth on one side of his mouth; the next, she would be roughly forced against his palate. His throat continued to pull and squeeze her body, as his saliva soaked into her fur.

And the saliva was increasing, she realized. He was letting it build up in his mouth, lapping at her chin, then at her lips. She pulled in as deep a breath as she could through her nose, wincing at inhaling the feline’s breath. Another slosh, and she was submerged.

She continued to hold on for as long as she could. The thick saliva muted any sound. Her arms started to shake. Her chest burned. She needed air!

Finally, after an interminable minute or two, she was no longer able to deny her lungs. She gasped, taking in a mouthful of saliva. She started to gag.

And the lion, apparently waiting for this moment, swallowed.

Glllk.

In her current state, she couldn’t maintain her grip. Her hands slipped off his teeth, and she was washed into his throat along with the mouthful of spit.

The lion’s crushing gullet forced her downward in uneven jerks. She was still coughing and gagging, unable to find air in the tight, wet tunnel, her body spasming as the peristaltic motion yanked her down. She found herself pushed into a cramped chamber.

She immediately gagged again. She had thought his breath was bad, but the smell here was unbearable. It assaulted her nose, a foul combination of rotten fish and some other putrid notes that were unlike anything she had experienced before. She retched and spasmed, feeling her stomach turn.

The lion’s stomach was tight. It certainly didn’t feel big enough for her, and she was forced into a ball, wrapped around her own large stomach. The walls barely had any give, and what little they had immediately snapped back. Judy’s spine was twisted uncomfortably, and the churning walls made it impossible to find her bearings.

She felt a dull thud against the wall, and realized that the lion must have been patting his stomach. Then the entire chamber started to bounce slightly – he was walking.

“Please! No!” Judy screamed. “Nick! Help!”

But the lion just kept walking. Of course he did. He had finished his breakfast, after all – why stick around?

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Judy continued to kick and fight, but she knew it would do no good. How long had it been, now? It was hard to keep track of time in here, but hours at least.

She could feel it starting. The skin beneath her fur was starting to itch, and then burn. Her massive, squirming belly pushed her against the churning walls, kneading the lion’s stomach acids into her fur.

Her ear twitched. Could she hear muffled voices? Maybe someone was nearby who would notice her!

“No!” she screamed, kicking out with all her might. “I can’t die like this!”

She felt a soft pressure from beneath her, which moved upwards as the lion gave his belly a rub. She felt a soft rumble as he belched, the chamber tightening around her as some of the air escaped.

No other response came. If there were any other animals around, they either hadn’t noticed her or they didn’t want to tangle with a lion.

“Please!” Judy sobbed. “Please…my kits…”

She felt a strong push coming from inside her belly, and muffled words that she couldn’t even come close to making out over the din of the lion’s active stomach. Still sobbing and shaking, Judy wrapped herself around her distended stomach, burying her face in her own fur.

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How long had it been now? Hours? Days?

“It…it’s going to be o-okay,” Judy stammered.

The burning had turned into a raging fire. Every time she thought it was over, she woke up again, writhing in agony. The last time she had been roused by a splash of something hot – coffee? Had she already spent a full night in this hell?

“We’ll be rescued,” Judy continued. “Nick will find us…he’ll…he’ll bring backup.”

The lion’s efficient stomach continued to work on her. Judy tried to fight for as long as she could, but soon the pain and lack of air became more pronounced with each passing minute. She felt dizzy, she couldn’t think straight. She was fairly certain she could feel her fur sloughing off. Her ears felt funny, but when she tried to reach up to feel them, she couldn’t – were her ears already gone? Or were her fingers?

“He won’t b-be too late.” Judy’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “He’s probably here right now. I j-just need to…to show him where I am…”

Judy made one last attempt to fight, pushing out with her aching, burning muscles. She barely had the strength to deform the stomach walls.

“N-Nick…”

Then she collapsed back on herself, and everything went dark as she blacked out.

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“This is the place, right?” Finnick put his van into park after pulling into the alley.

“It should be,” Nick answered. The two foxes opened the van doors and stepped out into the silent alley. “At least, I hope it is. Assuming she meant ‘Mane’ with an ‘e’ but no ‘i’, and not ‘Maine’ with an ‘i’ and an ‘e.’”

“Uh…Nick?”

Nick’s voice started to get a little more worried as he looked around the seemingly empty alley. “And there are at least three different ‘Menagerie Avenues’ in this city… do you think we got the wrong street?”

Finnick raised his voice. “Nick!”

Nick turned, a fleeting moment of hope crossing his face before his eyes fell on what Finnick was looking at.

It would be exaggerating to even call it a pile of rags. Only a few scraps hadn’t been blown away by the wind. Finnick reached down and picked up one of the scraps, letting it dangle between two fingers.

The color definitely matched the maternity shirt that Judy had been wearing that morning.

Finnick looked up to meet his friend’s eyes. “I, uh…I don’t think we did, Nick.”

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Michael sat on the train, idly thumbing through news articles on his phone. The huge lion leaned back against the window, one leg up to rest his ankle on the opposite knee. A plastic bag containing his shopping sat on the seat beside him.

He had been sitting there for a few minutes when he realized that his meal was no longer moving. He lowered his phone and glanced around; none of the other passengers were looking his way. He brought one hand to rest on his belly, and gave it a jostle.

He felt, more than heard, a strong gllnk from inside his gut. Something shifted, and suddenly he felt movement again – and quite a bit of it. Odd, after this much time, he was sure that–

Oh, of course. It had to be the two rabbits she had eaten.

Michael let out a quiet, satisfied huff, gave his stomach a pat, then turned his attention back to his phone.