When the Predators Became the Prey Chapter 3 Part 2 The Thickening **** Bunnies were prey animals by nature. They all had quick reflexes and were perennial light sleepers. One never knew when a wolf or mountain cat would go rooting through your warren looking for breakfast. In modern times, that made mammals like Sonja quick to leap out of bed every morning. This particular morning though, Sonja felt like she was rising from the grave. That was a new sensation for Sonja. The first of many this day… “Ugh…” Sonja’s eyes were crusty and her head felt like it was full of old molasses. The sun through the upper windows seemed as bright as the Full Moon Bonfire, causing the eyes to clench shut once again. The bunny rolled over and tried to sink back into the grave but a sudden clenching in her gut took over. Her eyes bulged and mouth tore open. “BWOOOORP!!!” The belch that followed was the longest and loudest yet. Sonja was afraid her lungs would go flying out! Thankfully, it finished before such a gruesome fate ensued. Sonja was finally allowed to take a deep breath. Still groggy but fully awake, Sonja lay sprawled on the floor of the Lucky Foot and became aware of two things. First: she felt really gritty from all the sawdust and crumbs on the floor. The second was that she was pressing into that mess a lot harder than usual. The bunny remembered the previous night’s events and gasped. “Did it work?” Sonja asked it aloud. Perhaps doing so would give it more weight. This time her eyes closed again. Even though her head was still spinning with hangover, she pushed herself unto her elbows. It was definitely harder now. Sonja opened her eyes. All bunnies had big feet and Sonja was used to seeing them whenever she looked down. This time…her view was blocked. “Yes!!!” Sonja’s fists shot into the air in triumph and she fell back unto the floor. Her new tits jostled and jiggled along with her. The bunny laughed and rocked her body back and forth feeling the new weight. Her tummy still felt pretty weird and another burp was incoming but Sonja was too excited. She shrugged off the effects of the magic that had rode her like a bitch all last night. Grinning, Sonja rose to her feet, a much harder task with her much heftier body. Her hands itched to grope and feel. She restrained herself. Sonja wanted to see first. See what she was feeling. Sonja mentally thanked herself for the foresight to to bring her bubi’s mirror down from the upstairs closet. Sonja banished her natural timidness and ran straight behind the bar to the family heirloom but kept her eyes on the floor. She dashed into the backroom and slammed the door shut. There was a brief pause and Sonja looked up. “Yes…Yes! YES!!!” Sonja used her strong legs to leap into the air and she landed with enough force to cause the mirror to shake and the bottles on the shelves to rattle. The rangy, stick figure that had long been subject to adolescent jeers and back pawed whispers was gone now, buried under layers of utterly luscious former panther meat. Her once boyish hips had widened to ones that were as wide as her Aunt Lynda. She’d had three litters! Her thighs were thick and round. Her fur had never been shinier. Most importantly though, her tits, more than once mistaken for bee stings, were now the size of honey pots! They were even bigger than the cat bitch that had slid down the bunny’s gullet. Sonja’s glee was slightly diminished when she finally noticed she was still sporting a sizable pot-belly. Frowning, Sonja fondled the slightly gurgling gut that sloshed on her torso. The surface of the mirror was sprayed with spit from another big burp when she pressed into it. Further exploration and Sonja could feel several angular shapes within the digestive sac. Seemed the bones were still not done yet. Sonja groaned slightly at the thought of passing crushed bones. That thought proved to be a mistake. “Ugh!” Sonja nearly doubled over as gurgling began a little further down from her stomach. A rather sizable pressure made itself aware. “Oh…boy!” Sonja began to sweat anew. Fondling would have to wait. Her dinner was about to make an encore appearance! Clasping her arms over her chest, corralling her new girls, Sonja raced out the backdoor to the outhouse. She was in there much, much, longer than usual. When the wooden door creaked opened again, a very sweaty Sonja hobbled outside. This time, the bunny really did double over. “Should have told be to eat fiber afterwards!” Recalling the deer tribe agent. In spite of the…hollowness in her lower body, nothing was going to keep Sonja from the mirror. “Now where were we!” The bunny still had a big, round belly even after ejecting the imperialist where she belonged. Sonja still grinned her buck toothed grin as her hands began to move as if on their own accord. Never again would she be called a fishing pole! The formerly thin bunny was now plump and zaftig and there didn’t seem to be single part of her that hadn’t turned soft. Once upon a time Sonja could suck in her breath and see her ribs! Now, the only bones she could see now were her teeth! Said teeth soon frowned as Sonja’s hands moved toward her shrunken belly. There was still some firmness to the large dome. Resultant mooching and mushing elicited a few not insignificant burps. “Yep, those are bones.” Sonja grimaced at the memories of the outhouse and her gut made some strange noises. “Those bones are going to take a while.” Then she looked back at her reflection and the grin returned wider than ever. Her belly, now that she thought about, only seemed to add to her newfound sexiness! But that was small potatoes compared to her boobs and butt. “Spirits, I am so…horny!” Sonja wasn’t as wet as eating the leopard had made her but she was getting there, her grey furred hands lowered… Her chops were licked. Suddenly her long ear turned at the sound of a very familiar ringing. Someone was coming up the road! Sonja’s still softened brain wanted to rail at the injustice. The still hardened part managed to wrestle the feeling down. Sonja’s coffers may have just a received a sizable boost thanks to the panther’s gold (Which she still had to count), but even that wouldn’t last forever. Her father had taught her better than that. Besides, The Lucky Foot hadn’t had a real customer in days! The bunny sighed again and gave her reflection once last longing look and rested her hand on the cool glass. “Until tonight…” Sonja found a good cloak that covered everything up and raced back to the common room. Hopefully, she could clean things up before they came knocking. **** Bambianos didn’t give his gifts freely. Gobbling up the panther was only the first part of the Sonja’s plan. The first bell had just been a few workers heading towards to the orchards, but Sonja did end up have a few customers that day, overworked field hands and a few tired regulars. Sonja whispered a few more prayers of thanks to Bambianos when there were only a few comments regarding Sonja’s dress and/or the state of the Lucky Foot. The few comments were swiftly forgotten after a cup of wine or mug of mead. A little extra free of charge! Sonja tried to move quickly and spend as much time behind the bar as possible. Close observation would reveal the bunny’s cheeks were fatter and her steps heavier. Sonja used her long known love of sweet rolls to pass off the weight gain. It seemed to work for tired drinkers but the bunny kept the cloak firmly secured. The day was as normal day of business could be. The night that followed was utterly divine! Sonja spent the whole night exploring her new body and the panther digesting in her gut. Her body seemed growing bigger every moment but the bunny needed to be careful. When the orgasms faded, Sonja remembered what the deer had warned her about describing the first experiments with this sort of magic. Some of the first volunteers became little more than giant slugs, laying around and eating. Sonja sat naked in the closet and shivered at the memory of the look the deer warrior had given her when they told the story of how those said failures ultimately had to be euthanized. The bunny tried to shrug off the memory and tried to lose herself in her new body once again. Her hips were wider, her boobs were bigger and her ass was now up there with that Zebra Rover who passed through a while back and whose ass had been fodder for every male in town! Sonja frowned slightly and hefted her still rounded belly before letting in fall back against her thighs with a dull smack, it’s contents sloshing inside. She narrowed her eyes at her whiskers and brought her fingers (which also seemed pudgier) and -mooshed her pudgy cheeks. They may have been cute for now, but the feline bitch may get her revenge by turning them into jowls! Sonja sighed and turned to the bucket of dirty laundry she had been putting off. Reaching into her new cleavage, she retrieved the banana that had been given as a tip from a fox that had seen through her cloak, (Already the new girls were earning their keep!) and wrapped it around her head, careful of her ears, and marched determinedly over. The effort left her a bit more winded than in used to, but she persisted. When she bent over to pick up the bucket, the bunny found herself impeded by her burbling gut and new juggs. Setting her ears straight, Sonja steeled herself and got to work. That was going to be her mantra for a while… “Let’s start with the colors…” **** The next few weeks passed in a way that were some of the hardest but also the best Sonja had ever known. Gaining the weight was the easy part but it was up to her to shape the new mass otherwise Sonja would just get fat. Magic could only do so much. Thusly, Sonja decided to emulate her fellow buck-toothed mammal, the beaver, as much as she could and just keep busy. Sonja was no slacker but ever since her family departed she had taken to hiring out some of the heavy lifting to the Berenstein Sons . On top of that, she usually had her family helping out at the Lucky Foot. Now, Sonja tackled every chore she could find with dogged determination. Chopping the firewood, fetching water from the well, weeding the garden, rolling barrels of ale directly from Chen’s brewery, scrubbing and polishing every inch of floor and furniture inside. Even cleaning the attic. It should have been terrible but honestly, Sonja felt great! She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much energy! Good thing too…on top of polishing behind the bookshelves, The Lucky Foot still had it’s customers! It may not have been the busy season quite yet but it was wartime and that always threw things out of whack. The good news was that Sonja had been blessed with a new face almost every day! It was never as hectic as the New Moon Festival but it kept the bunny busy and that was exactly what bunny wanted! Sonja was getting stronger every day. She would often grin to herself as she felt the platter of pies grow lighter and the logs splitting with one strike of the axe instead of the previous dozen failed attempts before giving up and using the saw which took forever. It was after another rousing session of firewood chopping, three weeks after her feast, Sonja wrapped her hand around her arm. Once upon a time, she would have gone straight through to bone. Now Sonja felt flesh and as the days passed…muscle. Sonja grinned…Bambianos be praised. **** About a month had now passed since Karina had met her end in Sonja’s gut and the Lucky Foot Inn was now in the throes of its first real rush and Sonja was at the top her game. Right now, she was carrying a huge flagon of frothy beer to a table. “Here you go Bernie.” Placing the flagon down. “Fresh from the barrel! Oops!” The beer splashed and a bit of foam on her pinky finger. Sonja hummed as she brought it up to her muzzle and licked it clean. “One for the road.” Sonja winked and straightened. The grey-maned sheepdog could only move his mouth like a koi fish while clutching the flagon. His eyes followed Sonja as she left but they weren’t following her eyes. Instead of being offended, Sonja coyly giggled and added a little shake to her hips knowing full well that his eyes had zeroed on the fluffy cottontail nestled at the crest of her newly rounded butt! Sonja thought back to when she was a kit. She and her girl friends would pass around pulpy romance novels from the city that their parents pretended to frown on. The young bunny’s would always giggle and roll their eyes at the cheesy and contrived ways the female protagonists would flirt with the handsome soldier/prince/farmhand. They had all agreed it was poor writing, but upon her employment at the Lucky Foot, Sonja would find herself echoing the wordplay found in those cheap paperbacks on the customers. The results were…disappointing…but thanks to certain panther and Sonja’s tummy, she know had the body to back up the talk! It had been weeks of labor and they were now finally starting to pay off. Slowly but surely the remaining bones were broken down by the bunny’s stomach, her gut shrank and the mass was redistributed into her boobies and butt. When Sonja engaged in one of her favorite activities now: looking in the mirror, she would sometimes squint and try to see the skinny, flat chested, flat everything, and worst of all, timid mammal, she used to be. Sonja could barely stand the sight of it. “I didn’t eat celery stalks, I was a celery stalk!” That had all changed now. In her place now stood a voluptuous, confident, sexy, female with assets that proudly displayed themselves to the world whenever she stood. Her stick figure had been buried under glorious curves that caught the eye of many a soul and not all of them male! The noise from the common room beckoned her back to work. Sonja gave her reflection one last kiss, Sonja returned to the common room of the Lucky Foot. The jewelry of the eaten leopard had led to quite a full coffer and when the customers began to get a little too much for just one bunny, even one as energized as Sonja, she used her booty to hire several other girls and boys from town. Both gazed upon curves with undisguised fascination and envy when they thought she wasn’t looking. Sonja could tell though…and relished it. The stares had come fast and hard, ever since the day the cloak was finally removed. The weeks of exercise and a little bit of divine magic had finally shrunken the inches on her stomach and filled in the right places. Her old rags, obviously, no longer fit. Sonja had adapted though.Now, Sonja wore a tight white shirt and a plaid skirt that extended to just above her knees but was tailored just right to showcase her new, wobbling ass. It was the perfect combination of enticement and concealment. After a particularly busy shift, Sonja shook her skirt and felt the enervating jingle of coins. Her new body was now in peak form, causing her to smile. She stretched her new voluptuousness, feeling the new masses move along with her. It was time… “Time for a test run…” To Be Continued… Please Comment, Favorite, and Watch!