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Jess' head was foggy. And it hurt just a little. He attributed it to a bit too much drink the night before. He groaned and lounged in bed, the familiar touch of his favorite blanket draped across him offering a degree of comfort. But something else felt off, beyond being just a bit hung over. In his lethargy, he didn't bother to try to move, wanting the discomfort to wash away. He certainly wasn't much of a morning person to boot.

There he lay, drifting back and forth between asleep and awake, but really only half awake. Throughout both states, he felt this strange sense of weight, almost like he were buried in sand, and only on a portion of him. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was curious. It was accompanied by a sort of fullness, and in an odd way it was comforting. He chalked it all up to his semi-conscious state and assumed he would feel right as rain when he awoke fully and the effects of last night's alcohol had faded.

As he lounged on his back, slowly recovering, the fog slowly began to clear and he began to replay the events from the club back over in his mind. He grinned and squirmed a little remembering how he had finally managed to have a bit of fun with Jerry. He could even still taste him on his lips. Maybe now he'd be a little more amenable to the tiger tugging his pants down and having a drink from time to time. The mental image elicited a subtle tingle from between his thighs and he giggled, squeezing them together. As he squirmed on his back, the tiger rolled over onto his side. The weight remained quite present but it no longer felt like it was pressing down atop him. It was strange, but certainly not unwelcome.

Quietly, he brought his memory back to offering Jerry the chance to return last night's favor. A solid recall of the tongue between his legs gave him reason to squirm all over again, and to giggle further. It was there, in that rather lovely memory, that he began to recall what followed. His eyes opened as he sobered and he looked down at his stomach.

"Oh! Right! Forgot about that!" Jess' hands moved to cup against the rather sizable dome of his belly, fawning over it rather fondly. He had gotten a bit carried away while Jerry was having his fun. He just pushed down on him and one or two members of the crowd shoved the fox forward. Before long, the tiger had a big, squirming tummy, and he was loving it. As was his audience. So much in fact that a couple of the bigger patrons opted to bend the now round feline over and give him a little extra filling.

Immediately, Jess shuddered, quietly wishing he'd brought one of them home with him so he could enjoy it all over again. Jerry probably wouldn't appreciate it, now that he was likely coming around. With a bit of a grunt, the tiger sat up and curled his legs around the bottom of his enormous tummy. He really did enjoy being so round; an unexpected discovery on his part. He smiled and squeezed his gut, hoping to rouse the vulpine hiding under his fur.

"Hey honey, you awake?" Jess' words were almost lyrical. He was deeply relishing his state.

A faint shift was his answer, making his stretched abdomen stretch just a bit more before it settled again. The fox within rumbled unhappily. Clearly, he didn't want to wake up either.

"I'm tryin' ta sleep Jess. Go bother Ginger." He hadn't quite sobered enough to realize or recall where he was or what had happened. It amused the tiger.

"I can't. She's not home yet. And I think it'd be a bad idea if I just left you be until she got home. She might get a little mad." He gave his curved dome a tender pat. Silently, he wished he could just stay like this. Maybe after Jerry was out he could focus on finding someone who actually enjoyed diving in there.

"Mad?" The vulpine grumbled, "Why the hell would she be mad?" He yawned and stretched, accepting that he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep if his roommate was so desperate for companionship. As he stretched, he felt resistance to his movements come from the world around him. And it was far warmer than he kept the apartment. Just what on earth was going on?

"Well, do you remember last night?" Jess tilted his head a bit, gazing at his shifting tummy.

Jerry froze, his recall finally turning on and cycling through recent events. As he began to catch up, he began to panic, fighting against the fleshy chamber he was imprisoned within.

"You gotta get me outta here! Why didn't you let me out before I passed out!? What time is it!?" His struggles came swift and strong.

Jess was overwhelmed by the sudden surge in strength from the fox. He grunted and moaned as he leaned forward, hugging his tummy strongly. It was as if he was worried his belly might escape and run off, but more it was to try and sequester his passenger a bit. He wasn't prepared for such a fight, and it left him weak in the knees. But damn did it feel good!

"Oh god! St-stop moving... so much! Or at least... lemme... lie back down!" The tiger whimpered, squeezing his legs together again as he was claimed by a powerful need.

"Jess! What time is it!?" Jerry insisted, terrified that it might be just the wrong time of the morning to be stuck in such a position.

The feline had rolled back onto his back, one hand fondling the tender regions below his writhing dome, the other resting atop the bulge to make sure it wouldn't fly away. He panted, teasing himself over and over again, aching for his roommate to keep squirming now that he was in a better position.

"It's... it's eight... eight fifteen." Jess was already breathless. Oh it would be hard making himself let Jerry go.

"Okay, so we've got about half an hour before Ginger gets home. Good. Can you get to the shower and let me out? Like... right now!?" The fox had calmed a bit. They just might be able to salvage this, and pray that his girlfriend would never find out what had happened.

"Okay... fine..." Jess whined, pulling himself away from the pleasure he was working on building up. He rolled his way back onto his side and sat back up. His legs swung out over the edge of the bed and he hoisted himself up onto his feet. Suddenly, the weight of the fox in his tummy pushed down on his hips. A new shiver rushed up the tiger's spine and he hunched over a bit, almost melting right there. Even standing felt great. For a moment, he couldn't find the will to walk, but then was struck by the question of 'how would it feel if I walked?' and turned to aim for the bathroom.

Each step sent electricity up his spine, adding to the difficulty in convincing himself to let Jerry out. The shower was another matter. The hot water poured down the tiger's thin frame, and the trickling streams washing over his belly created a tingle so delightful he simply couldn't resist any longer.

"Okay, I hear the shower. Now... let me out!" Jerry practically shouted. He turned about, trying to find the way he had entered. Maybe he could push his way back out even if Jess was uncooperative.

"Just... ooo... just a... just gimme a sec... mmm... yeah, that's the spot, right there!" The tiger huffed and spread his legs. One hand was pressed against the tile wall while the other grasped at his engorged shaft, pumping rapidly over it. He wouldn't be denied this time. And with Jerry moving around all over again, he wouldn't have to worry about waiting too long.

"Jess... are you... Oh god, stop that right now and let me out!" The fox cried out. His efforts to throw the tiger off balance only served to egg him on further.

The striped cat mewled and moaned happily, leaning forward to let the weight of his heavy tummy sag towards the ground and pull on the rest of his frame. Everything about this was so deliciously enticing. He couldn't stop, and he couldn't let Jerry go... not yet at least. Jess' hand worked all the harder as his toes splayed across the wet tiles underfoot. In but only a few moments, streaks of white mixed with the water as it ran towards the drain and his voice echoed through the bathroom, hitting a crescendo. Jerry felt his world contract around him, restricting his movements but not uncomfortably so. And shortly after everything began to settle, he felt a strong thump come from outside. Jess had slumped to the floor, leaning back against the wall as he purred deep in his throat.

"Mmm, I could get used to this."

Jerry grimaced at the notion of what had just happened but didn't begrudge his friend too greatly. After all, it had to be rather intense.

"Okay, you've had your fun, now let me out! Ginger will be home soon and I don't want her to see us like this!"

Jess whimpered, "Okay, okay... fine."

He really didn't want to do it, but Jerry was insistent. Reluctantly, the tiger slid down into a more slouched posture and spread his legs. He squeezed his tummy fondly and leaned forward to give it a kiss goodbye before he began pushing. At least, that was what he thought he was supposed to do. He grunted and groaned, trying his best to do whatever he could to aid the fox's evacuation. Jerry fought wildly, trying his best to do the same. Unfortunately, all it did was further arouse the poor feline.

After a good ten minutes, and no progress made whatsoever, Jess fell limp, panting heavily. The attempt, though fruitless, had left him rather winded. Jerry was rather displeased with the tiger's decision to give up so quickly.

"Come on! You can't quit!" He fought anew, desperate to get out of the current situation.

Jess shivered as he squeezed his gut, trying to make his passenger hold still for a moment.

"I tried! I don't know what's wrong but it's not working! I'm not gonna blow a gasket or pop a vessel or something when we're not getting anywhere!" He shouted, then began to calm, "Look, I'm sorry for yelling... but... it's not doing any good just trying to push you out. I'm tired, I'm starving, hell I'm not even really completely awake yet."

"But I have to get out!" The fox cried, pushing again as best he could.

The tiger yowled and arched his back. He wouldn't be able to get anything done if Jerry kept fighting like this. After a moment, he simply gave in and began teasing himself all over again. It felt too good, all this movement under his fur. Jerry felt the jostling that came of his roommate's efforts to pleasure himself again and he whined. All he was doing was getting Jess hot and bothered. Realizing that, he stopped fighting and just sat there, surrounded by the darkness and warmth. At least it was pretty comfortable.

Another cry of elation filled the shower stall as the tiger brought himself to climax once more. Oh gracious he was going to be a mess if this was the new norm. After he caught his breath again, Jess climbed, unsteadily, to his feet and rinsed himself off again.

"I'm gonna get some breakfast. You just sit tight in there. I'll try again after I've gotten something to eat." Quietly, he thought about changing his mind on that last point.

The shower was left behind, a towel was pressed into service, and a pair of boxers were slipped on. The elastic wasn't up to the challenge of reaching around that huge, gravid tummy, and remained tucked up under the heavy bulge. Jess wandered out of his room into the common area of the apartment, adding a bit of a sway to his gait. It felt very natural, and so he let it happen. Jerry huffed and crossed his arms, a prisoner within his promiscuous friend. He just knew Ginger was going to be apocalyptically angry. And all he could do was sit and wait for the end to come. Maybe the tiger would take the brunt of the storm.

Such thoughts were quite far from Jess as he waddled into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and began perusing its contents. He was absolutely famished! It felt as if he hadn't eaten in days! Immediately, he began pulling out all manner of ingredients and decided to make a rather large omelet for himself. As he cooked, a wry grin spread across his lips and he began to whistle, idly rubbing his tummy when he didn't need both hands.

Once the scent of his dish filled the apartment, the tiger waddled his way over to the couch and eased himself down onto the cushions. He sighed in relief, glad to have the weight off his paws, but it certainly wasn't unpleasant hauling Jerry around. He rest his plate on top of his tummy and flipped on the television, eager to find something to watch while he enjoyed his breakfast.

"C'mon, man! Just eat and get back in the shower!" The fox pressed out with a single hand to get the tiger's attention.

All that did was make him purr louder. He lowered a paw to caress over the hand-shaped imprint visible in his tummy, giggling a bit.

"Hey, don't rush me. I'm eating for two!" He grinned broadly, having been struck with the notion while he was cooking.

Jerry grumbled and fell still again. It sounded like Jess was enjoying his breakfast, and the thought brought him to realize how hungry he was. What was odd about it was as the tiger ate his fill, and licked his plate clean, the fox slowly felt his hunger begin to melt away. Was he actually eating for the both of them? It couldn't be. Maybe he was just imagining things.

Jess set his plate aside and sighed contentedly, returning both hands to his full stomach, "Much better. That really hit the spot."

"Okay, you've eaten," Jerry called out, "Now can you please let me out!?"

The feline grinned a bit, biting his lower lip as he felt himself giving in to temptation.

"I dunno if I want to. I'm really diggin' this." Jess caressed his tummy fondly, drinking up the sensation of the strange pregnancy.

"No! You gotta let me go! Ginger will be home any minute! She can't see us like this! Please! I'm begging you!!" The fox was becoming frantic again.

Jess was starting to feel guilty for teasing, and for actually considering leaving Jerry inside him. He sighed and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of a key against the tumblers of the front door lock. It opened and in walked the nurse, home from a long shift. Ginger froze seeing the round cat on her couch.

"So, I'm guessing there's an explanation for this."