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* * * CHAPTER 1 - A GRAND DAY OUT * * *

Daffy Duck smirks and rubs his hands together. "Thoon, I'll be rid of that dethpicable rabbit~"

He knocks on Bugs Bunny's front door. The rabbit answers, chewing a carrot. "Ehhh... *chompchompchompchompchomp* What's up, doc?"

"Hey there, Bugth!" Daffy smiles. "Care to join me for a picnic? I brought plenty of food, as you can thee!" He points to a large wheelbarrow with a pile of picnic baskets that's twice as tall as he is.

Bugs looks at the top of the stack of baskets. "Lot of food for just the two of us, ain't it?"

"Each bathket's got an entire carrot cake," Daffy replies.

Bugs dashes from his doorway so fast that the half-eaten carrot that he was holding hangs in the air for a second before dropping to the ground. By the time that Daffy turns around, Bugs is pushing the wheelbarrow away so quickly that he's leaving a cloud of dust behind him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!" Daffy exclaims, running after Bugs.

The two of them rush to the nearest park, where Bugs stops pushing the wheelbarrow and reaches for the highest picnic basket.

Daffy takes a moment to catch his breath, then says: "Whew... Pleathe, Bugth, have a theat and relaxth! You're my guetht, after all~"

The duck elbows the pile of baskets, causing the highest one to fall right into his hands. Bugs sits down at a picnic table and opens his mouth wide. Daffy opens the basket, grabs a slice of carrot cake, and sticks it into the rabbit's maw.

"Mmm..." Bugs murrs as he chews and swallows. "Exquisite~!"

"Glad you like it," Daffy smirks as he stuffs a second slice into Bugs's mouth. And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth...

It doesn't take long for all those calories to show up on Bugs's once-lithe frame. Most of the weight goes to his middle, where his flat stomach turns into a round pot belly. Slowly but surely, Bugs's gut sags more and more off the bench's edge.

Bugs's flat chest turns into a small pair of moobs, subtly jiggling in the breeze. He starts sporting a plump tush as well, making his cotton tail look smaller.

Daffy stoops his head to look at Bugs's bloated belly under the picnic table. The duck smirks, giggles, and rubs his hands together. "Everything'th going according to plan..." he mumbles.

"What's that, doc?" Bugs asks.

"Oh, nothing~" Daffy replies. "Open up!"

Daffy resumes stuffing Bugs's face with carrot cake. Soon, the pile of baskets in the wheelbarrow dwindles, and a new stack of empty baskets grows.

Bugs's gut bears the brunt of most of his new weight. His belly sags to the ground and splays against it, resembling a small white beach ball. Meanwhile, Bugs's moobs get as big as the falsies that he wore whenever he seduced Elmer Fudd while in drag.

The rabbit's butt sags closer to the ground. His neck develops into a double chin, and his face cheeks become chubby and wobbly. His widening hips grow love handles, and a roll starts developing on each side. His once-skinny legs start growing into thick haunches.

"Perfect, perfect..." Daffy mutters. "Let'th thee him thteal the thpotlight from me -now!-"

"You say somethin'?" Bugs asks.

"Ahem! I thaid... how're you feeling?"

"Ehhh... *chompchompchompchompchomp* Not full yet, doc," Bugs replies.

Daffy's brow furrows. "How could he not notith that he'th tho much bigger?!" he fumes.

The duck starts feeding Bugs whole cakes. His body bloats even more rapidly.

The bunny's belly quickly fills up the space beneath the picnic table. The top of his tummy pushes up against the table's underside, while the front of his gut pushes against the edge of the bench opposite him.

Bugs's moobs bloat enough to stop being perky and start being saggy. They splay onto the table's edge, jiggling as his flabby arms press against them. His butt sags onto the ground behind the bench.

The rabbit grows a triple chin, which wobbles like mad as he chews. His face cheeks become comically large, and he develops a second roll on each side. His haunches become three times as thick as his waistline used to be.

"...Notith anything different?" Daffy asks in an exasperated tone.

"I do, actually," Bugs replies. "It's gettin' kinda cloudy, isn't it?"

Daffy's eyes bug out of his head. He grumbles and starts stuffing cake-filled baskets into Bugs's maw.

The bunny's gut grows larger and larger, making the wooden table bow upwards. The table and both benches loudly groan as Bugs's expansion puts more and more pressure on them.

Finally, the top of Bugs's tummy makes the table snap in half. The front of his belly smashes through the bench opposite him, splintering it into pieces. Finally, the bench on which Bugs is sitting gives out, making his mass slam to the ground.

There's no sign that Bugs realizes that he's just outgrown an entire picnic table. He keeps on gobbling up cake-filled baskets.

Daffy's clenches his fist and grits his teeth. His left eye twitches, and steam shoots of his nose. "I've had enough! You've gotta notith THITH!"

The duck grabs the handles of the wheelbarrow, which still has a dozen baskets inside. He quickly wheels it over to a spot several feet in front of Bugs.

Bugs simply has his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, waiting for his next mouthful. Daffy scowls.

The duck scrapes his webbed feet against the ground, lets out a battle cry, and charges toward Bugs at full speed. The wheelbarrow's tire slides up onto Bugs's broad gut, and Daffy's feet soon follow.

The wheelbarrow slides right into Bugs's maw, baskets and all. Unfortunately, Daffy forgets to let go of the handles and slow down, and he disappears into the bunny's mouth.

Bugs swallows hard, gulping down the wheelbarrow and duck. He smacks his lips and smiles wide. "Mm-mm-mm... deeeeeelicious~! Give my compliments to the chef~"

The bunny opens his eyes and looks around. "...Daffy?"

Bugs's eyes drift down to his big belly. He blushes. "Sheesh, I let myself go... I'd better look into Pilates, eh, Daff~?"

There's still no answer. Bugs looks all around, then glances down at his gut. His eyes widen.

"I know I've been a bit of a glutton, but eating an entire duck?" the bunny quips. "And it's not even Thanksgiving, either!"

Bugs gently rubs his distended midsection, making it wobble. A smirk grows across his face.

"You know, this gives me an idea~"

* * * CHAPTER 2 - A GAME OF CAT AND BIRD * * *

It takes Bugs a long time to waddle out of the park. He has to grab what he can of his ginormous gut and heft it up as he lumbers along. Despite his best efforts, some of his belly still sags onto the ground.

"Oof," Bugs grunts as he laboriously moves along. "I could really use that wheelbarrow right about now..."

Although he's sweating and straining, Bugs smiles and murrs as his belly wobbles with every step, sending jiggles up to his hefty chest.

The bunny emerges from the park and heads for a nearby house. Once there, he pulls a pen and paper out of hammerspace, writes a letter, and sticks it on the front door. Then he plops down in the front yard and waits.

Within an hour, an elderly lady strolls down the sidewalk and up toward the house, softly humming all the way. She doesn't seem to notice the obese bunny sitting in her front yard.

The lady sees the letter on the front door, squints, and dons her glasses. "Dear Madame," she reads aloud. "We needed to find a home for a cute bunny rabbit, and we figured that yours would be perfect since you're an animal lover. You'll find your newest pet in your front yard. Sincerely, The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Cute Bunny Rabbits (SPCCBR)."

The woman turns toward Bugs, then breaks into a grin. "Why, there he is! I must've walked right past you earlier. C'mon in, little bunny rabbit! Let Granny take care of you~"

Granny unlocks and opens the front door and walks inside. Bugs smirks. "She didn't bat an eye at my size... Guess those glasses are only good for readin'. Anyway, time to make like a Trojan bunny~"

The big bunny hefts his tummy up to the front door. Since his gut's much wider than the doorway, he has to shove and squeeze his belly blubber inside bit by bit. The wooden doorframe loudly creaks as his gut puts pressure on it.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Bugs manages to squeeze himself into the living room. The floor groans as he waddles to the center of the room, then plops himself down again.

Suddenly, Bugs hears a high-pitched voice from near the stairwell. "I tawt I taw a fatty bunny!" Tweety Bird flies into the living room from upstairs. "I did! I did taw a fatty bunny!"

"What're you talking about, you thtupid bird?" Sylvester the cat remarks. He walks down the stairs, then looks at Bugs. His eyes widen. "Thufferin' thuccotash!"

Bugs smirks. "Gee, I hope a speech impediment isn't required to be a pet around here~"

Suddenly, Granny walks into the living room. "Alright, Tweety and Sylvester, I've left your dinners out~ I'd better hurry back to the store to buy some rabbit food. Be sure to play nice with your new friend while I'm gone!" She walks out the front door.

Bugs grins at the bird and cat. "Hear that? I'm your new friend~"

Sylvester crosses his arms. "Uth, friendth? Ridiculouth! You look tho gluttonouth, you'd probably try to eat the bird... And -I'm- the only one who doeth that! You got that, buthter?"

"Why, you've got it all wrong," Bugs replies, flashing an innocent smile. "I'm here to -help- you eat the bird!"

"...Thay what?" Sylvester replies, his brow furrowed.

"Now, I'm no buff bunny, but you've got a bit of a spare tire yourself, mister~" Bugs grins. "Maybe if you ate less, and lost a few pounds, you'd be in good enough shape to finally catch Tweety!"

Sylvester's eyes light up. "That'th it! I've been eating too much food and gotten too thoft... I need to diet!"

"Exactly!" Bugs beams. "And I can help you there. Just bring me all your food, and you won't be tempted to eat it anymore!"

"You got it, betht buddy~!" Sylvester runs into the kitchen.

Bugs smirks. "From buster to best buddy within a minute... Cats sure are fickle," he muses.

The bunny quickly wipes the smile from his face, then gives Tweety a serious look. "Good, he's gone. Now I can tell you the truth."

"Da twoot?" Tweety repeats. "What's da twoot?"

"I don't wanna help Sylvester eat you... I wanna help -you- avoid getting eaten!" Bugs declares.

"How ya gonna do dat?" Tweety asks.

"The same thing I did for Sylvester... I'll eat all your food, to keep you nice and thin!" Bugs grins.

Tweety raises an eyebrow. "How do I know ya not gonna eat widdle ol' me?"

"You just said why - you're little!" Bugs smiles. "You're not even a snack to me... But Sylvester is. Once I've eaten all of the cat's food, I'll eat him too, and your worries will be over!"

Tweety looks at Bugs for a moment, then shrugs. "Dat's worth a shot!"

Tweety flies into the kitchen. Shortly afterward, Sylvester walks into the living room with several bags of cat food under each arm. "Hurry up and help me get rid of thith thtuff!"

"Will do, pal!" Bugs smirks. He opens wide and lets Sylvester empty bag after bag of cat food into his maw.

"Mmm... tastes kinda fishy, but not half-bad," Bugs grins.

Before long, Tweety flies in, carrying a cup of birdseed in his talons. He empties the cup into Bugs's maw, then flies back into the kitchen for more.

As Bugs gluts himself on cat food and birdseed, he grows past immobility. His belly bloats across the carpet, swelling to the size of a wrecking ball. His moobs become like water-filled beach balls, sloshing and sagging atop his shelf of upper belly fat.

Each of Bugs's buttcheeks becomes almost half the size of his gut. A quadruple chin forms, ceaselessly wobbling atop his moobs. A total of three rolls end up jostling above each of his love handles. His cheeks become so bloated that it always looks as though his mouth is full.

Once Tweety and Sylvester have fed Bugs the last of the birdseed and cat food in the house, the cat starts chasing the bird around the living room - or at least, the dwindling part of the floor that isn't covered by Bugs's flab.

"Hey Tweety!" Bugs grins as the cat and bird circle his mass. "I've got just the thing to help you keep Sylvester at bay..." He pulls a padlock and key from out of nowhere. "A lock for your birdcage! This'll keep him out for -"

Bugs is interrupted as the padlock slips out of his hand and into his mouth. "Ulp! Oops... clumsy me~"

"Ooh, come back, widdle wock!" Tweety exclaims, flying into Bugs's mouth. The bunny swiftly closes his mouth, swallows, and opens it again.

"HEY!" Sylvester exclaims. "You can't ethcape me, you annoying little avian!"

Sylvester dives into Bugs's open maw. The rabbit swallows the cat, then grins.

"Mmm... I see why Sylvester wanted to catch Tweety so bad. Birds are tasty... And I know another one who belongs in my belly~"

* * * CHAPTER 3 - OFF TO THE FAT FARM * * *

Bugs pulls out a cell phone and calls a construction company. Within an hour, a construction crew shows up in the living room, lifts Bugs's blubber, and uses it like a battering ram to smash through the front door. The rabbit's fat takes out a large part of the wall surrounding the door.

The bunny snickers. "Granny'll probably think that some huge monster came and ate her pets... and she'll be right~"

The construction crew hefts Bugs's mass onto a flatbed truck, which is driven out of town. As the truck goes down the road, the wind makes Bugs's belly and moobs wobble hard. The bunny murrs at the sensation.

Finally, the truck arrives at a farm, where the crew carries Bugs to the middle of a pasture.

As soon as the crew leaves, Barnyard Dawg the basset hound marches up to Bugs. "Whaddya think you're doin' here, blockin' the view from my doghouse, ya fat hunk of cellulite?!" Dawg exclaims. "Did that good-for-nothin' chicken have you sent here?!"

Bugs hears another voice on the other side of his blubber. "Dawg, ah say, Dawg, don't blame me!" Foghorn Leghorn the rooster says as he walks over to Bugs. "Ah have no ahdea how this rotund rabbit ended up here!"

A third voice chimes in. "H-huh-hee-hey guys, stop fighting!" Porky Pig exclaims as he runs up from behind Bugs. "Bugs is my friend, and I'm sure he has a good reason for coming here!"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Bugs grins. "I'm here to... um..." He hesitates a moment, then his eyes light up. "...I'm here to protect you from aliens!"

"...Come again?" Foghorn raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's it, aliens!" Bugs exclaims. "They're real, I tell ya! I once met a Martian named Marvin, no joke. Anyway, don't you know that, when aliens come to Earth, they look for farms so that they can make crop circles?"

"...I've seen pictures of those things, come to think of it," Dawg says. "Real weird-lookin' patterns, right?"

"Right!" Bugs nods. "And unless you want aliens visiting your peaceful little farm, you'd better get rid of all your crops - and fast!"

"H-huh-hee-how do we do that?" Porky asks.

"That's where I come in," Bugs explains. "Bring 'em to me, and I'll get rid of 'em for ya. No charge!"

"Well, what, ah say, what are we standin' here for?" Foghorn declares. "Let's harvest us some crops! We don't want no aliens creepin' around here!"

The rooster, dog, and pig rush toward the fields, rip up corn stalks, and bring them to the bunny. Bugs begins stuffing his face with corn - stalks and all. Once he's consumed all the corn, he moves on to gobbling other crops.

Thanks to being frantically fed by three animals at once, Bugs bloats faster than ever before. His belly spreads out across more and more of the pasture, soon rivaling the barn in height and width. Each of his moobs swells as broad as a helicopter landing pad. Each buttock becomes large enough to cover an Olympic-sized pool.

Bugs's arms get so heavy that he can no longer lift them. The others have to start shoving crops directly into his maw. The bunny's legs also get too laden with lard to move - not that he could waddle even if his legs were still mobile.

The rabbit ends up with a dozen jiggling chins, which frame face cheeks that're five times his entire head's original size. Countless rolls adorn his sides. Even his fingers have swollen so much that his gloves look tight.

Once Bugs has eaten every single crop on the farm, he gently pats the only part of himself that he can reach: the tops of his moobs. Jiggles spread outward from where he pats. The bunny murrs and grins.

"Phew... My belly's so big, it looks like a moon," Bugs giggles. "...A harvest moon~"

Foghorn, Dawg, and Porky stand besides Bugs's mass, sweating and panting. "That, ah say, that was a workout," Foghorn gasps.

Bugs looks up at the sky. "...Oh, no! A flying saucer's coming!"

All three of the others look up. "...Where?! Ah don't see it!" Foghorn exclaims.

"Over there, near the sun!" Bugs points. The others try to look in that direction, but they quickly look away.

"It's too bright, I couldn't see it!" Dawg declares. "Anyway, how could an alien come here? I thought you said we'd be safe from them after we got rid of the crops!"

"I-I guess I was wrong!" Bugs frowns. "You guys better hide, and quick!"

"W-whuh-whah-wee-where?" Porky shudders. "The barn's too far from here, and all the crops are gone!"

"...I've got it!" Bugs says, snapping his fingers. "Hide in my mouth! They'll never look there!"

The others look at each other, then quickly clamber onto the rabbit's mass. Once they reach the top of Bugs's belly, they run across it, dash over his chins and cram themselves into Bugs's mouth.

Once all three of his farm friends are in his mouth, Bugs closes it and swallows.

"Mm-mm-mmmm... Pigs and dogs taste okay, but chicken is simply scrumptious!" Bugs giggles. "No wonder Henery Hawk wanted to eat Foghorn so bad~

"Anyway... I still have a few more friends who need eating. Time for a road trip~"

* * * CHAPTER 4 - DESSERT IN THE DESERT * * *

After the construction crew returns, it's able to lift him using three cranes - one under his gut, one under his butt, and one under his mass's center. Bugs's blubber digs into the three large, strong rubber strips that hold him up like huge arm slings. Several hunks of bunny blubber sag off the rubber strips. The bunny's bloat jiggles hard, making him moan and murr.

But, once the cranes lower Bugs's mass onto three flatbed trucks, the beds promptly crunch and flatten underneath the bunny's great weight.

Bugs blushes, but grins. "They don't make flatbed trucks they way they used to~"

With road travel out of the question, Bugs hires five heavy-lift helicopters to move him instead. Two more rubber strips are wedged underneath his mass and connected to helicopters that are built for transporting freight. The helicopters rise slowly, but are able to hoist his mass into the air.

Bugs grins as he looks for miles in all directions. "Ahh, what a view... This is the only way to fly~"

The helicopters lurch forward, slowly picking up speed. The wind batters Bugs's blubber, making his belly and moobs jiggle harder than ever before. The gales are strong enough to make Bugs's chest bounce up and down atop his upper gut. Bugs closes his eyes and moans.

After a few hours, the helicopters reach a desert. They stop moving forward, and descend until Bugs's mass plops onto the dry, barren ground. Crew members slip the rubber strips out from under Bugs's mass, and the helicopters fly out of sight.

The rabbit squints. Off in the distance, beside a road, he sees Wile E. Coyote standing next to a catapult with a boulder in it. Wile E. is crouched next to the boulder, holding an axe, ready to sever the rope that's keeping it down.

Meanwhile, a cloud of dust quickly moves down the road. Bugs can just barely make out the Road Runner at the front of the cloud.

As soon as the Road Runner is a split second away, Wile E. swings the axe and cuts the rope. The boulder promptly falls on top of him.

With a smile, the Road Runner stops and looks at the coyote's appendages sticking out from under the boulder. The avian loudly slips his tongue in and out of his beak, goes "Meep meep!", and resumes running down the road.

While running, the bird turns his head and notices the blobby bunny in the distance. He veers off the road, runs up to Bugs, and smiles up at the rotund bunny before him.

Bugs smiles back. "Hey, fella. I know that this is a weird question, but... could you get into my mouth, please?"

"Meep meep!" the Road Runner replies, before running up onto Bugs's belly, past his chins, and into his own maw.

Bugs barely manages to close his mouth and swallow before bursting into laughter. "Wahahahaha! All I had to do was just ask him politely, and he did it! That moron Wile E.'s been spending a fortune on Acme traps that only end up hurting him, and all he had to do is -ask!- Ahahaha!"

The bunny laughs so hard that his mass jiggles all over - not as hard as it did when the helicopters were transporting him, but enough that his moobs slosh side to side like gigantic waterbeds. Bugs huffs, grins, and does his best to shake his upper body to keep the sloshing going.

Meanwhile, Wile E. manages to get out from under the boulder and unflatten himself. He follows the tracks that lead from the road to Bugs. As soon as he reaches the immense bunny, the coyote's eyes widen, and he holds up a sign that says "WOW."

Bugs giggles. "Howdy, Wile E.! Still trying to catch that pesky Road Runner?"

The coyote nods.

"I know where he is," Bugs smirks. "Wanna know~?"

Wile E. grins and nods faster.

Bugs opens wide and points inside his mouth.

The coyote's brow furrows. He holds up a sign that says "HUH?"

Bugs giggles. "I ate him! I did in seconds what you've been trying to do for years!"

Wile E. frowns, crosses his arms, and shakes his head.

"What, you don't believe me? See for yourself!" Bugs offers, opening wide again.

The coyote grunts, climbs onto Bugs's mass, and walks right into his mouth.

Bugs closes his mouth, swallows, and bursts out laughing again. "Hahahaha! He really -is- a moron! Or he was, at least~"

The bunny smacks his lips, then looks around. "...Wonder if there's anyone else to eat around here~?"

Suddenly, Bugs glimpses another cloud of dust in the distance. As it gets closer, he recognizes the source: Speedy Gonzales.

"¡Andale! ¡Andale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!" Speedy calls as he runs at top speed. The mouse turns his head, sees Bugs's mass, and dashes over. He stops in front of the rabbit's gigantic belly and looks up with a gasp. "¡Ay caramba! ¡Este conejito es muy gordo!"

"Well, that was a rude thing to say," Bugs chuckles. "Why're you running around, anyway?"

"I am trying to set new world record, señor!" Speedy explains. "Fastest treep from México to Canada and back!"

"Oh, is that all you're doing?" Bugs yawns. "I thought that you might be doing something that's actually challenging."

"It -ees- challenging, señor!" Speedy replies.

"As if," Bugs replies, rolling his eyes. "If you're really looking to prove your speed, you need to do something truly impressive, like... Oh, I don't know... Zip in and out of my mouth before I have the chance to swallow you~"

"Ha! I could do that een my sleep!" Speedy grins.

"Oh really~?" Bugs grins. "Well then, prove it~"

"Weeth pleasure!" Speedy smirks. "¡Andale! ¡Andale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!"

The mouse dashes up onto Bugs's bloated belly and into his open maw - which the bunny closes just in the nick of time to trap Speedy inside. Bugs gulps as fast as he can, lest the mouse have the chance to escape.

"Mmm-mmm... I always did enjoy fast food~" Bugs chuckles. "But now I'm in the mood for something... bigger~"

Bugs scans the horizon. This time, he doesn't see a cloud of dust, but instead a tornado - a small brown one with limbs randomly flailing out of it.

The rabbit licks his lips. "Mmm, looks like exotic fare~"

The tornado gets closer and closer until it finally stills, revealing the Tasmanian Devil - who starts speaking in gibberish, interspersed with raspberries.

"Why, thank you for the compliment!" Bugs chuckles. "Listen, I'm glad you're here, because I wanna talk to you. I wanna talk to you about going inside my mouth. I think you wanna get in here."

Taz blinks and stares at Bugs.

"What, you think I'm joking? I'm dead serious!" Bugs continues. "It's really good in there, seriously! You like eating, right? Well, so do I, and there's a ton of food in my mouth, ready to be re-eaten. Whaddya say?"

Taz shrugs, then spins his way into Bug's mouth. Chomp, gulp, and Taz is gone.

Bugs chuckles. "Is there literally no one I can't fool into feeding themselves to me? I just ate the most voracious predator I know~!

"Anyway... All this eating has tuckered me out. I could use a nice, long vacation. Somewhere far away, with lots of fine food to eat... And tasty animals too~"

* * * CHAPTER 5 - VIVE LA FRANCE * * *

Bugs summons the transport helicopters to move him again. The rubber strips are wedged between him and the ground, and he's lifted into the air once again.

The bunny travels east for several hours, passing the coast and flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Finally, the following morning, Bugs enters French airspace.

The helicopters carry the bloated bunny above Paris. Once he's above the banks of the Seine, he calls: "Cut the cords!"

The helicopter crews do as they're told, and Bugs goes careening down toward the Eiffel Tower. The bunny's blubber crashes down and crushes the metal like cardboard, flattening the mighty monument in seconds.

Bug hits the ground with a deafening "WHUUUMMMPPP!" The entire city quakes, and Bugs's moobs bounce atop his gut several times before settling into a series of jiggles. Bugs murrs louder than ever.

"Ah..." the bunny sighs. "Now people will get to admire something -truly- big and beautiful: me~"

As Bugs admires his new surroundings, he notices an unusual sight: a female cat with white paint on her back running away from a skunk.

"I know those two~" Bugs grins. "Hey! Psst! Penelope! Over here!"

The cat looks up at Bugs's mass. Her eyes widen, and she shudders and gulps.

Then she turns around, and sees Pepe le Pew bounding towards her.

Penelope wrinkles her nose, turns toward Bugs again, runs up on top of his belly.

"Thanks for coming over," Bugs grins. "Pepe's still bothering you, huh?"

Penelope frowns and nods.

"That's too bad," Bugs nods. "Looks like he's hot on your tail, as usual. Want my help finding a hiding spot?"

Penelope quickly nods.

"Hmm..." Bugs mutters. "Let's see... Oh! Of course! You could hide in my mouth!"

Penelope's eyes widen, and she shivers and shakes her head.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Bugs smiles. "You'll be fine, I promise!"

Penelope hesitates. Meanwhile, Pepe's odor wafts into the air.

"Better hurry - time's running out..." Bugs quips. He opens his mouth wide.

Penelope sniffs the air, gags, and then reluctantly dives into Bugs's mouth.

Chomp, gulp. "Mmm... tasty~" Bugs murrs.

A few seconds later, Pepe bounds on top of Bugs's belly. "Bonjour, monsieur," the skunk smiles. "Would you have happened to see a beautiful female skunk around here~?"

"As a matter of fact, I did!" Bugs grins. "She's in here~" He opens wide again.

"...Are you sure, monsieur?" Pepe asks. "I don't see the mademoiselle..."

"She's in there," Bugs promises. "Look closer." He opens wider.

Pepe hesitantly walks across Bugs's chins, then enters Bugs's maw.

Chomp, gulp... gag.

"Hack-uuuugggghhh!" Bugs grimaces. "Bleck, that was the worst thing I've ever eaten... And I thought -I- was a stinker!" Bugs sticks out his tongue, trying to rid himself of Pepe's nasty taste.

"Yuck... I really need to cleanse my palate," Bugs muses. "I think I'll start off with a small snack, like all the cheese and baguettes in France. After that, maybe I'll have a proper meal... like all of France~"

Bugs flags a passing garcon and orders truckloads of treats for himself. As food deliverers crawl across his bulk and stuff his face, he swells faster than ever. His belly stretches out to the size of a football field, covering half the Champ de Mars - the park that used to contain the Eiffel Tower. Each of the bunny's moobs becomes as big as his belly was after he ate a farm's worth of crops - as tall and wide as a barn.

The rabbit's bulky belly buoys his moobs so high that a gentle breeze is always pushing against his chest, making it constantly wobble and slosh. He closes his eyes and chirrups at the ceaseless jiggling sensation.

Bugs's behind splashes into the Seine and rapidly approaches the opposite riverbank. His face cheeks become as big as boulders, making it arduous for him to open his mouth and chew. His chins and side rolls become as thick as adult tree trunks, and too numerous to count.

As Bugs gluts himself on bread and cheese, he looks down at the ant-like people all around him. He can't help but lick his lips.

"Mmm... forget rabbit season and duck season. I think it's almost human season~"/pre