A Stomach Unrelenting
Roan awoke to a beam of sunlight across his face. Grumbling, he stretched his beefy arms out, his jowls letting loose a loud yawn. Smacking his lips, he found himself in an unfamiliar territory. He was not in his bed, though as he recalled last night, that seemed reasonable. He'd apparently fallen asleep on a couch, his shirt hiked up to his chest while the rest of him was bare. Party debris littered the floor, as did several other furs in similar states of undress. Roan had taken up the entire couch with his form, and they hadn't searched far for another place to rest.
Sitting up, he sluggishly searched for his pants. And a drink. And maybe something for his headache. Walking through the room, he recognized Samir lying on the ground face down. Roan grinned at his exposed striped buttocks, he'd have to get with the tiger some time.
Somewhat carefully, trying to make less noise out of respect for those still sleeping, he crept through the room and down a hallway. He kept a hand on the wall to steady himself, "Drink much, Roan?" he chided himself. He found the kitchen a bit more of a mess, but otherwise he was alone. He rummaged about in the cupboards, finding some pills for headache relief, and a cup that he filled with ice cold water from the fridge.
He placed the pills in his maw, then emptied the cup with a few swallows. His sigh was interrupted as his belly came alive, wiggling about and almost dropping the cup. He brought his hand down to his belly. "The fuck?" Now taking notice of his slightly distended belly.
Tybalt was sleeping peacefully when he was rudely awakened by a douse of cold water to the face. He gasped and thrashed about, his paws sliding around the fleshy sac, unable to push it out much. The cold water settled at the bottom of the stomach, along with three pills. The husky recovered from the shock and gathered his senses. He was held in a sac that held just enough room for him to squirm about, and he heard a bassy thumping from somewhere above him.
The duo searched their memories of last night that would provide answers to what exactly was going on here. They both spoke at the same time:
"Roan!"
"Tybalt?"
"How long have I been here?
His voice was muffled, craning his head to angle one of his round fuzzy ears towards his stomach, Roan could mostly make out what the husky said. Mostly. "Well, I don't remember what time it was," the bear glanced at the time. He was due at work soon. "But it's eleven am now."
Keen husky ears were able to pick up the words from the voice that sounded like it came from all around him. He had no schedule for today, so Tybalt wasn't particularly pressed for time. However, he didn't plan on staying inside the bear the entirety of the day either. "Kinda rude to keep your dinner for this long, isn't it?" Feeling his cage sway from side to side, the bear must've started walking again, the water sloshing over him a bit.
"Bit of a complication regarding letting 'dinner' go so soon," Roan said.He'd gone back to the bathroom, where this all started. Grabbing his pants and putting them on, he had to heft up his belly to cinch the belt, though a few loops looser than usual. Packing himself into them, he felt his half chub reacting to the feeling of an occupant in his stomach. It felt good when Tybalt moved about, and he rubbed one paw over his furry dome, the other gathering the husky's things.
Nothing to carry them, Roan shrugged, rolling up a pair of pants and popping them into his mouth, swallowing them down. He did the same to a wallet and a phone. He couldn't find the husky's shirt, but he didn't have much time to look.
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Feeling the pressure move about his body, Tybalt couldn't help but squirm around as his things joined him in Roan's tank. He felt and heard the bear moan around him as he pleasured him from the inside.
"Gods, no time for this now." Roan pulled his shirt over his filled belly, stretching it to its limits. He checked himself in the bathroom mirror, making sure his hair was at least decent, then head out, leaving the house behind him.
Stomach rocking him side to side, Tybalt found his phone at a measly 9% battery. He'd have nothing to do in a few hours, and it sounded like Roan wasn't keen on letting him out soon.
Getting used to the extra weight in his midsection as he walked to a nearby bus stop, he didn't have to wait long to board the next bus, opting to stand on the crowded transport, paw gripping an overhead beam, other one resting on his belly. Given his size, he was unable to stop himself from bumping into others, especially as the bus grew more crowded.
Arriving at his work, a Motor Vehicle Department, he walked through the building, greeting his coworkers warmly, making his way to his desk. He logged into his computer terminal, checked his emails, then called for the next person in line.
A mink came down to his desk and sat down. "How can I help you?" Asked Roan, as his stomach gurgled.