“Bugs Bunny agrees to try Lola Bunny’s cakes… without realizing that each bite will drag him into an increasingly heavy and complicated situation, where escaping might be harder than it seems.”

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“Fatty Buggs”
by Bynnie-Jackalope
Bugs walked calmly, his long ears straight, looking around. He knocked on the door, and, in a second, Lola appeared on the other side with a smile so big it almost made her teeth shine.
"Bugs!" she said, wiggling her ears. "Oh, you have to listen to this… I was watching videos on the internet, and I found a bunch of people decorating cakes, all of which were super cute, with bright colors and little drawings. And I thought, 'I have to try this!' But of course…" She grabbed his arm, pulling him inside. "I need someone to tell me how they taste."
Buggs let her drag him down the hallway while she kept talking nonstop.
"Thanks for agreeing to come, seriously," she said, opening the kitchen door.
"Nah, no problem," Bugs replied with a half-smile.
Lola turned, picked up a knife, and carefully cut a slice from the first cake, placed it on a plate. It was a fluffy tower with thick layers of cream.
"Let’s see what you think…" she said, pushing the plate toward his paws.
Bugs took the first bite and raised his eyebrows, chewing slowly.
"Mmm… yeah, it’s fine, tastes good."
Lola’s eyes widened, and she grinned from ear to ear. "I knew it came out great!" she said, almost jumping with joy.
When Bugs finished his slice, he set the plate aside and started to turn toward the door, but she stopped him, standing in front of him with her hands clasped.
"Sooooo… can you finish the cake?" she asked, tilting her head.
Bugs blinked, a little confused. "Uh… I don’t think that’s necessary… I already tasted it, and it’ll all taste the same…"
Her ears drooped slowly, and her eyes turned glassy, almost trembling. "So… you didn’t like it… You don’t want to eat it…" she whispered in a tiny voice, as if she were about to break.
Bugs sighed inside, trying not to show it. "That’s not it; I did like it and…"
"Really? Then you will eat it?" she asked, still weak-voiced.
Bugs let out a sigh. "Yeah… I’ll eat it."
And in the blink of an eye, Lola went from sad to radiant, clapping as if she’d won a prize. "Perfect!" she said, serving him another slice.
Slice after slice, the cake disappeared. Sugar and cream left a sticky shine on his fur. When the cake was finally gone, Bugs leaned back in the chair, resting a hand on his slightly swollen belly.
"And that was it…" he murmured, exhaling.
"That’s right…" Lola replied, wagging her tail excitedly. "We’re done with the first one… Now we can move on to the next."
She pulled another cake from under the table, this one much bigger and decorated with cream flowers and fondant. "I told you I wanted to try making the cakes I saw… and I ended up making lots."
Bugs, with his stomach already full after the second cake, thought to himself that he had made a mistake. His round, tight belly felt like a water balloon.
"I think that’s enough…" he said, pulling his ears back.
Lola tilted her head, smiling with that hint of insistence. "But you told me you’d try them all…"
Bugs scolded himself internally. ("That’s not true.") He had no time to protest when Lola pushed a slice straight into his mouth, giving him no room to argue. Then another slice. And another. The cream stuck to the corners of his mouth while he, wobbling a little, held onto the stool to keep from falling.
Slice after slice, the cake vanished, and his body changed. His belly was now a large, rounded curve that protruded noticeably, his sides spreading wider, making him appear broader in the chair. The extra weight showed in how his legs spread apart slightly, and his rear, pressed against the seat, took up more space than before.
When he finally finished that cake, he panted a little. But Lola was already pulling out another one, even taller and more decorated.
"Lola… I think that’s enough cake…" he said in a worried voice.
Her ears drooped, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice trembled. "I knew you didn’t like them… You hate them, don’t you? And I’m terrible at everything I do…"
She was about to cry. Bugs, with a resigned sigh, grabbed a slice with his own hands and shoved it into his mouth. "It’s not like that…" he murmured between bites.
In an instant, Lola stopped being sad and returned to full joy, smiling and helping him eat the rest. Bugs finished the cake, and with every bite, he felt his body getting heavier and rounder, his belly swelling until it partly blocked the view of his paws, and his rear spreading wider and wider.
Bugs no longer kept count of how many cakes he had eaten. Every time he tried to say "enough," Lola would droop her ears, her eyes would fill with tears, and her trembling voice would make him give in. But eating more was pushing him to the limit.
He felt his body clumsier and heavier, like it was made of lead. His belly had grown so much that even pushing it with both hands, he couldn’t see his paws. A pair of round, soft breasts had formed under his chest, and his cheeks had puffed up so much they started creeping into his vision. Every movement made his fat jiggle like jelly.
The wooden stool creaked until it snapped, breaking into pieces, leaving Bugs suddenly sitting on the floor, surrounded by crumbs and cream. Lola, still cheerful, went to fetch a towel to clean his face. Bugs, panting and struggling, managed to stand and walk, each step feeling like carrying sacks of sand tied to his legs, now as thick as tree trunks.
Without saying a word, he left the house, trying to run, his body wobbling with every step, fat shaking side to side, his ears and breasts bouncing with the motion. He was halfway to his burrow when he heard Lola’s voice behind him.
"Bugs! We’re not done yet! You forgot the cake; let me bring it to you!"
The rabbit sped up as much as he could, his heart racing. When he reached his home, he shut the door, leaned against it, sweating and panting, and thought he had to hide well, or Lola would find him and keep feeding him endlessly.
Bugs, sweaty and agitated, opened an old trunk of costumes and pulled one out: a blonde wig, big glasses, a pink purse, a light shirt, a dark skirt, and a corset to slim his figure. But even forcing himself into the clothes, they were far too small.
The skirt stretched to the limit around his monstrous waistline, turning into a miniskirt, revealing underwear he had also put on for some reason. The shirt barely covered the top of his chest. ("Now I’ll pass for a woman more easily,") he thought foolishly, but the fabric strained dangerously, ready to tear. The corset, trying to contain his massive belly, looked like an artifact about to explode, the laces digging deep into his gray fur. Even the shirt sleeves looked tight against his now-wide forearms.
Suddenly, Lola’s voice rang outside. "Buggs!"
Bugs shivered. He peeked out the window and saw Lola walking along the path, carrying a huge cake in her hands, the frosting glistening in the sun.
The rabbit threw the wig over his ears and, wobbling under his weight, stepped out of the burrow. Each step made his belly bounce up and down, hitting against his legs. His neck was so thick he could barely turn his head to see if she was following.
He spotted a tree and, without thinking, pressed himself against it. ("Perfect, she won’t see me here…") He thought.
But he didn’t realize his body was now so wide the tree didn’t cover him at all; a good part of his belly and rear stuck out from the sides.
Lola’s footsteps grew closer, and her voice cut through the silence. "Bugs! Bugs? Where are you?"
Bugs swallowed hard. He heard her behind him, closer and closer, and tried to stay still. But just then… His huge belly decided to growl loudly, a long, hollow sound that broke the air.
GRROOOOOAANN

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