It all Started with a Second Coffee Ch 3
Hughie is a hyena who has noticed that he's a bit larger than he used to be. However, he enjoys the perks of his job too much to make any changes to his diet. Meanwhile, his best friend Gary, a red fox, would prefer to see a few more pounds added to Hughie's growing frame.
This third chapter continues with Gary, who has to deal with his arousal around Hughie's hefty and inebriated body.
The ding of the bell provided another moment of reprieve for the struggling red fox, who could swear that the internal cooling system was no longer functioning. He savoured the moments as he walked around the corner to the pick-up window. It gave him a chance to fan his uniform to try and circulate the hot air under his shirt with the warm air of the kitchen fan. At least some movement would dry his sweat for the few seconds that it could, for whatever that was worth.
More importantly, Gary had an opportunity to adjust the bulge in his pants and push it down to prevent it from being so obvious that he was horny. He doubted how effective it was at hiding the scent of his arousal or the pre that stained a couple of spots in his boxers.
As he grabbed the basket of garlic knots and turned around, the pit in his stomach only twisted further, as if he was stabbing himself with an actual knife. It would be preferable to how he was currently feeling at the moment.
He placed the garlic knots in front of Hughie, the hyena only nodding in thanks as he maintained his attention on the TV in the corner of the bar. Nonetheless, he reached out to grab two, immediately shoving the entire first one in his mouth in a single bite.
Gary's pants became even tighter, as did the pit in his stomach.
His internal disgust at his own feelings did little to change his current behavior. For close to four hours, he had been dutifully attending to his best friend, keeping him stocked up on food and drink.
The first two plates of fried mozzarella had become more of a prelude to the evening's meal. Not long after the hyena polished off the cheese, Hughie decided to add fried calamari to his order. It was a celebratory night, and he insisted that Gary eat a few himself.
And that was where the real spark ignited in Gary's mind. Watching Hughie eat had been one thing, but eating with him and seeing just how aggressively his paws moved for any scrap of food practically pushed Gary over the edge right there at the bar.
He had to see it again. He had to experience that sensation again. He wanted to feel dominated by Hughie's hunger. He wanted to be starved of his own portion of food because the glutton across from him was so desperate to shovel more grease, fat, and oil into his gut. He wanted to know that he would go hungry because the ball of lard that was his best friend was so controlled by his stomach.
The fox had to run to the bathroom again. His cock was throbbing and it needed release before he exploded in his pants. He was lucky that it was getting to be late at night and most of the diners had gone home already. He felt confident that he was not going to be disturbed or walked in on by some unfortunate soul, but he still locked the door behind him before going into the stall.
Unzipping his pants and pulling the front of his boxers down, Gary grabbed his cock and began furiously stroking. It took only a few mental images of a Hughie from the future trapped under his gargantuan stomach before he was gripping the tank of the toilet to steady himself. It was the third time this evening that he had rushed to the bathroom, and each time felt more disgusting than the previous.
How could he fantasize about that kind of future? He knew it was wrong, but that was a significant portion of the appeal. And that was the worst part. He knew that what he wanted came with the worst consequences. If they were consequences that only he had to pay, that would be one thing, but for his dreams to become a reality, Hughie had to pay them.
Hughie had to become the wheezing, immobilized blob that was simultaneously stuffed and starving. Hughie had to...
No, he had to stop thinking like that. He had to stop. He had to get himself under control. He couldn't do that to Hughie. He couldn't ask him to do that to himself, and he certainly couldn't force him to do that, as hot as it would be to fatten him up against his...
Gary shook his head and slapped his cheeks a few times in desperation. Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. He was awful. He was a horrible fox, and an even worse friend. He was a monster.
And God, did that turn him on.
He hurried to clean himself up and splashed water on his face as he washed his hands. What was it about tonight that was making him this crazy?
As if the universe wanted to answer his question right away, he opened the bathroom door to see Hughie standing in front of him.
The hyena was swaying as he stood there, rubbing and massaging his stomach. A soft belch escaped from his mouth, as did the beginnings of a hiccup attack. His stomach was distended and bloated. His shirt had ridden up to his belly button and his pants were stretched tightly against his legs.
Gary could only stare in awe at the gluttony on display in front of his face. It was right there, begging for him to touch it. Begging for him to embrace his desires. Begging for him to take this growing gut and ruin the man that carried it around.
"... right, Gary? I'mmm leafin shoon."
Hughie's drunken voice woke Gary from his daydream.
"Oh," he responded, trying to hide his disappointment. "Well, alright then. Your food's been ready for a while. Be sure to heat it up slowly so that you don't burn it."
The hyena cackled in both a tribute to his species and as a result of one too many martinis. "I'mmm a chef, 'memba?" He slapped his gut a few times and flashed a toothy grin. "An' a good'un, too."
Holy Hell. If Hughie could have taken a peek into Gary's mind at that moment, he would have run away in terror or disgust. Well, at least as fast as he could at his large size.
Gary stepped to the side to allow Hughie to enter the bathroom. As the hyena took a step, he stumbled and bounced off of Gary's shoulder. Adjusting his crotch again, the fox made his way to the kitchen to get the takeaway order.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he eyed what else was laying around. It was late, and less stuff for the kitchen crew to have to clean up or throw away was always a good thing.
A pizza that had been made over four hours ago still sat on the table and, considering that it was almost closing time, it was likely that it was forgotten. As were the garlic knots that were on top. He also looked through the cooler, finding a few desserts that were due to expire soon.
Trying to rationalize his guilt at sending home even more greasy, fattening food to a well-fed, portly hyena, Gary added the leftover food to Hughie's extra cheese, extra pepperoni pizza.
If he wasn't so horny and overcome with his thoughts, the fox might have reconsidered what he was doing, but the rational part of his brain was shut off many hours ago.
By the time he gathered all the boxes and made his way back to the front, Hughie was walking back to the bar. His steps became even more careful as he ran out of wall for balance.
Despite a few scares, the hyena made it back to his seat without falling. However, when Hughie went to fish his wallet out of his back pocket, it fell onto the floor. The hyena bent over again to pick it up, displaying his ass to the world once again. If it had been straining against Hughie's pants earlier, it was spilling out over the top of them now.
Flustered, Gary did his best to hide his arousal as he ran the card through the machine. He took a heavy discount off the extra food he added, but the total, with the alcohol and everything, was still close to two hundred dollars. He knew Hughie didn't have that kind of money so, in what also served as an act to ease his guilt, Gary split the bill in half and paid for half with his own credit card.
He looked over at his best friend and his heart ached. The hyena paid him no mind as he finished the last of his drink and waited for Gary to finish whatever he was doing.
On nights like this, when Hughie had drunk too much to safely drive, Gary would usually call him a taxi. Tonight, however, he just couldn't seem to do it. He didn't want to see Hughie leave. He didn't want to let him go. He wanted to keep him right here, right under his thumb. He wanted to keep him where he could protect him from the outside world. He wanted to keep him happy and full.
Was it love or lust that was guiding his behavior?
Gary needed to be around Hughie, at least for a little bit longer tonight. He decided to clock out early tonight and cash in his favor with one of the servers and have him stay behind to wipe down everything and total up for the night. That way, he'd be free to drive Hughie home.
The plan had worked and Gary followed the wobbling cheeks of Hughie's butt out to his car. Dropping the hyena off in Gary's car meant that he'd be able to come back in the morning to see him again and pick him up. It was only a few more hours until Hughie needed to be up and the fox doubted that he'd be able to sleep between now and driving back in the morning. He was too worked up to be tired.
It was a short trip to Hughie's apartment, but the two filled up every moment they could with laughter at their trip down memory lane of their time at university. They went through their favorite moments from their first beer pong tournament victory, and how little they remembered after that final round.
It was nice to just be out on the road together again. They had both been so busy since they graduated, trying to make their way in the world. Neither had been free when the other wanted to meet up and hang out, as Hughie worked from the morning until the late afternoon while Gary worked from the late afternoon until late at night. And obligations and responsibilities of being adults took up much of their days off.
As they pulled into the parking lot of Hughie's apartment complex, Gary tried to remember the last time he had stopped by for a visit. He didn't particularly like Hughie's roommate, and the sentiment seemed to be mutual.
Gary got out of the car and hurried over to the other side to help Hughie. The hyena was currently struggling to get his feet out, which was causing his stomach to bounce up and down in his lap. Feeling his erection returning, but having no chance to push it down, the fox could only hope that Hughie was too inebriated to see it.
Gary reached out to give Hughie his paw, and the sweaty paw that grabbed it in return sent a spark throughout the fox's body and mind. He imagined the two of them returning late at night from a long day of buffet binges, the sweaty, obese hog of a hyena struggling to breathe as he tried to shake his wedged and bloated body free from the front seat. Gary would have a choice either to be kind and help him or to be cruel and play with himself as he watched the doughy hyena struggle in vain.
Gary's cock throbbed as those mental images danced through his head, but he forced them away as desperately as he could, trying to think of anything else. Meanwhile, the two of them were halfway up the stairs, but Hughie might as well be pulling them back down.
The hyena was giving no help to the situation. If he was doing anything more than dragging his feet, Gary couldn't tell. What he could tell, however, was that whatever muscle Hughie had from the days when he ran with Gary in the morning was mostly gone. The hyena lacked the muscle base underneath his flabby arms and his stomach was bouncing with each step. Gary needed to adjust himself again, but both of his arms were currently supporting his inebriated friend's heavy form.
When they finally reached the end of the flight of stairs, Gary left Hughie to fumble with the key as he ran back down to his car to get the food. If he was lucky, Hughie's roommate would either sleep through their disturbance or he would have the sense to stay in his room. He didn't want to have to deal with the wolf and his passive-aggressive remarks about being woken up late at night.
When he returned up the steps a few moments later, the door was closed. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. Weighing the risk of waking Hughie's roommate against making sure said hyena got his food, the fox opted to knock on the door.
It opened not a moment later to display the shirtless, but clearly agitated wolf, Joel. He scowled at the fox, before directing his gaze at the boxes of food in his paws.
"And here I thought the lardass had finally decided to go on a diet." He gestured over his shoulder. "Tubbo has already gone to his room. Seemed extra drunk tonight. Your doing, I assume." He stated, rather than questioned.
Gary considered his words for a moment before deciding that it was too late for a fight. "Can you just make sure this stuff gets put in the fridge before it spoils?" He extended his arms out with the boxes to emphasize his question.
Joel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Like that would stop his fatass from eating it."
Gary's heart was beating faster and he was reconsidering whether he should have bitten his tongue a moment ago, when the wolf finally relented and grabbed the boxes.
"Whatever. If he wants to eat until he pops, he can do it. I'm out at the end of the week, anyways."
The wolf shut the door on Gary's muzzle before he could respond. It was probably a lucky break for the fox, who might have said something that would have gotten him punched in the face.
His anger towards the arrogant wolf almost caused him to miss his last statement. Joel was moving out, apparently. Hopefully, that would be a welcomed outcome for everyone involved. Maybe Gary would even find the time to come over and hang out with Hughie again, like when they were in school.