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Baron opened his eyes and immediately clenched them shut again. The light was far too bright, a beam crossing his striped face. He'd taken a string of vacation days off and it seemed like his body was doing everything it could to make up his sleep debt. Or was it something else?

He reached one of his thick paws up towards his curtain string and felt weighed down. The badger strained and got a blunt claw into the loop and tugged. Once the blinds had closed he opened his deep blue eyes again, and immediately saw what was weighing him down. He stared at the curve of his white-furred gut rising well above the rest of his bedding, as if its size resisted blankets draping over it.

A shifting motion under the flesh offered some explanation as to why the dome defied covering, the faint shape of a figure coming through.

Baron groaned and pressed on the shape inside his midsection, the night before coming back to him. "Goddamn, HT..."

Said raccoon seemed content to remain quiet, shifting around underneath the rubbing paws, or perhaps he was not even awake, adjusting himself in his sleep. The badger couldn't tell

Stifling a belch percolating up his throat with a thick mitt, the badger rolled onto his side. He slapped that paw down onto the side of his swollen dome and looked up at the clock. His eyes widened. "h-How is it after noon?!" Baron grunted and pushed himself upright. Planting his hind paws on the floor his hefty thighs flexed, belying just how accustomed he was to carrying the kind of weight sagging from his waistline.

He yanked a pair of sweatpants out of a drawer and stomped his way into them, his massive midsection wobbling and threatening to yank him off balance as he worked to make himself decent. Baron tugged a shirt from his closet and fumbled to do up the buttons as he waddled his way towards his slip-on loafers, stuffing one footpaw, then the other in, and heading for the door. He scooped his wallet and keys off the hall table in the entryway and pushed his way out onto his stoop gut-first.

Spinning his keyring on one thick claw absentmindedly, he trundled his way towards the sleek black car parked on the curb. Baron blushed a bit, darting his eyes around at the neighboring buildings. He hadn't been able to cover the gravid curve of his occupied belly with his shirt, one button straining atop the curve of the sagging white dome and the rest left open, draped around the sides. The mustelid came around to the driver's side of his car, opened the door and stared at the space between the seat and the steering wheel.

After a moment of consideration, eyes darting between his gut and the driver's seat, he bent over and pushed a blunt claw against the motorized control on the side of the leather cushion. Baron's free paw thoughtlessly traced and felt over the sag of his belly as his eyes judged the increasing space caused by the seat slowly moving along with the whirr of its motor. Once he judged that there would be enough space, he stood back upright with a grunt of exertion, gripping the lower curve of his gut with the formerly roaming paw.

Baron carefully twisted to start to climb into the vehicle ass-first. The badger's eyes widened as he overbalanced, quickly ducking his head down as his added weight sent him toppling back into the leather seat significantly faster than he'd anticipated. He felt his ears graze the door frame but thankfully his cranium remained untouched as he found himself seated sideways; gut partially sagging between his knees.

It was at this moment that the badger's passenger decided to rouse, the sagging lump suddenly gaining far more definition as limbs pressed around in a disoriented manner. "Mmmmnh?"

Groaning out at the stretching, shifting sensations under so many layers of muscle and fat, Baron grasped at the wriggling mass with both of his chunky paws. "Sorry, HT... don't got time to hang out in bed all day..." He grunted, hefting the raccoon-filled dome of flesh in his arms and twisted, his sweatpants sliding almost too easily on the leather to help him pivot into place in the drivers' seat. "Don't think I've got any time to let you out either. I've got an appointment."

Drowsily, HT replied, muffled by his blanket of fur and flab. "Oh... yeah, that makes sense." The hidden Procyon settled, seeming to re-bundle into a comfy position, the badger's bloated stomach resuming its more innocent appearance.

Baron reached out and got the drivers' side door closed, and then carefully pulled his seatbelt down. He paused, staring at his gut, and then held his hand with the seatbelt tab out at arm's length, pulling and bringing it around. He had to pass it between his paws, squirming as one part of the nylon strap flossed its way between his gut and his sweatpants-clad thighs, and the other ground along the top of the same curve. Finally hearing that satisfying click of the tab engaging in the buckle, the striped mustelid sighed and settled back into the seat with a creak of leather.

Taking a few moments to gather himself, the badger flexed his fingers, then reached forward to press his key into the ignition. He grunted, his knees pressing against the door and the center console as he had to press his passenger into the chair between his thighs to get his arm to reach. As he twisted the key, his shoulder flexed, and his whole torso compressed down on his belly.

HT ooofed muffledly and writhed, the shape of footpaws bulging out around the top, one bumping right into the wheel, which set off the car's horn.

Baron jumped, sitting upright quickly at the sharp report of the car's horn, eyes frantically scanning the dash for any warning lights, before the motion in his midsection caught his attention and he mooshed down on a protruding foot with a mitt and smushed HT back down into place. "Don't interfere with my driving, okay?"

"Lemme just right myself..." HT replied, and a series of hands, feet, shoulders, knees, and the trapped raccoon's head pressed out and retreated beneath the white fuzzy dome, their positioning relaying his progress to sit in a more comfortable position. Laying on his back was fine when swaying about, but not when moving his foot could get in the way.

The badger groaned, relaxing his neck to flop his head against the rest on the back of his seat as he was treated to this intense, if short, internal massage. He ground his paw into the occasional bulge, biting his lip, and then finally HT settled again. After a long moment, Baron looked down at the sag of his gut, just barely able to tell the bump at the top of it was his passenger's head. He craned his neck down and kissed the top of that bulge, squeezing his gut in his arms. "Thanks for being such a good sport about this."

"Yeah, yeah... just don't bash me into anything..." HT grumbled drowsily. "n' drive safe, I dunno how well your gut would protect me from the airbag." The hidden raccoon's knees were the only other part of him slightly showing, belying the posture he had taken inside the stomach as well as in the mustelid's lap.

Baron, meanwhile, smirked a bit at the grumpy words and gave another kiss to his stomach, before shifting his hips in his seat and reaching forward to adjust the steering wheel, then pressing a toggle on the console that adjusted the position of the pedals until they were well within reach of his new chair position for his loafer-clad feet.

Once properly prepared to drive, the striped mustelid disengaged the parking break, shifted into reverse, and carefully made his way out of the parallel park onto the road. The process reminded him his mirrors had to be changed to suit his new driving position as well, so by the time he was on his way, everything was set up properly for driving with such an intimate passenger.

Despite the hullabaloo involved in getting his car going, once he was on his way it was uneventful, following his car's GPS as it guided him to his appointment. Parking behind the building in the city's Little Italy, Baron parked and set the brake, then carefully undid his seat belt and checking the time. "Wow... I'm even a little early... not early enough to let you out just yet, though..." The badger grinned into his rearview mirror at the bashful noise this elicited from HT.

Baron opened his car door and took a deep breath to prepare to get out of the vehicle. After spinning his sweatpants clad rump on the smooth leather, he grasped the frames with his big mitts, feeling the pads squish against the unyielding metal. He took another deep breath, and held it as he pulled, the white areas of his face tinging pink with the exertion. When he got fully upright, his right paw re-gripped onto the door and he released his held breath. "Guh... no wonder most preds drive SUVs..."

Stepping free of his car, he shut the door behind him and tapped his keyfob to lock it, before tugging up his sweatpants and starting to trundle up to the entrance facing the lot of his tailor's.

A silver-furred fox stood in a smart shirt and slacks with a waistcoat, both sleeves rolled up to the elbows, carefully scribbling in a ledger whilst awaiting his next appointment. He was, that is, until the bell above the door alerted him to Baron's arrival.

The badger's voice confirmed his identity. "Matthias, I do hope you don't mind my disarray, but I simply cannot clothe myself without your expertise."

The fox smirked and finished the line he was scribbling. "Oh, it can't possibly be..." he trailed off as he looked up. "...that bad..." Matthias stared openly at the white dome on display. He had seen his customer shirtless many times, but never quite this big.

Baron cleared his throat, glad that his blush was not where the fox was looking, despite its source being where the fox indeed was looking. He undid the straining button atop the gut, and then worked the button up shirt open one button at a time. "I see I'm just on time. Plenty of leeway for one of your menswear marvels."

"Uh-huh..." The tailor slowly came around the counter, appearing to have a hard time looking away from the white dome.

The badger cleared his throat again, a bit more forcefully. "I think I'm ready to start having my measurements taken." Baron spoke pointedly.

Matthias started, rigidly standing a bit more upright. "Of course, sir." The fox fished a tape measure from his pocket, peeked down at the belly, before stowing it again and turning around to reach over the counter, bending at the hips as he opened a drawer on the far side. His tail flicked and swayed just above the curve of his thighs, keeping glimpses of his dress pants clad rear brief until he muttered: "Ah-ha." He lifted up a thicker bundle of tape, affixed with a rubber band. Loosing it from its band and unfurling it revealed the tape to be nearly as long as the fox was tall.

Baron wasn't sure if that was just for expedience, or if leaning over the counter was meant to be provocative. The tail's position seemed to imply the former. One way to be sure. The mustelid wobbled closer. "Where did you want me?" He asked, while letting his gut brush against the tailor's waist.

A blush flaring in the silver-furred vulpine's cheeks told him there was some sense of attraction. "The fitting pedestal I think." The fox gestured to the small platform with three full-length mirrors facing it. As he indicated he took the chance to slip away from between his customer's bulk and the counter towards said station.

Baron nodded and headed that way, watching the reflection of his tailor's face in one of the mirrors. He felt a shift in his midsection and dropped his vision to the bouncing ball gut, muttering. "You behave." He lifted one loafer up and then pushed down to heft his immense mass up onto the platform, soon standing facing the center of the set of mirrors. He held his arms out in a relaxed, droopy T pose. "Alright, ready."

Matthias swallowed noticeably and wound his long tape in his fingers, starting to take measurements. He started from the top, doing a snug loop around the badger's throat and muttering the measurement to himself as he copied that down onto a notepad he fished from the pocket opposite the standard tape measure had come from.

The customer did his best to stay still, but flexed his fingers in the air as he felt another shift in his middle. Baron caught sight of a hand-shape just above his navel in his reflection, and darted his eyes to see if the fox had noticed.

The tailor so far had not, focusing on neck to shoulder, shoulder to wrist, underarm to wrist, circumference of upper arm, wrist circumference, each muttered and scribbled down in turn. Then the silver fox stood behind the badger and threaded his tape under both arms, synched it high as it would go, before completing the loop and taking the upper chest measurement. He lowered the loop until it tapped to the top of the belly... and then the top of the belly pushed it upwards. As Matthias reached to get the tape into the right position, he saw in the mirror the faint shape of a figure shifting around beneath the surface of the striped mustelid's belly. The figure's head was distending high enough to interfere with the lower chest measurement.

Baron cleared his throat a bit. "Had a big dinner last night."

His occupant, however, seemed to have no compunctions against causing a scene, adjusting his position underneath the squishy dome, foot paws and head becoming unmistakable on opposite sides of the badger's globe.

Matthias swallowed audibly, his blush nearly up to his ears. "A big dinner, you say?"

"A dinner that won't behave." The portly predator muttered pointedly to his belly, as a pair of hands pressed outward in a way that would be hard pressed to justify as 'an adjustment'. Baron clenched his abdominal muscles, balling his mitts into fists, causing a very audible glorp as the inner walls compressed, forcing the shapes inside to retreat.

"I was l-lead to believe this suit would b-be for an event tonight?" Matthias stammered, eyes fixated on the belly, as muffled protesting noises rose from it, both from the organs themselves and their occupant.

"Yes. And he'll be an obedient soft, round belly by then, won't you?" The badger clenched again, and felt a lump surging up his throat. It was prominent enough that he saw it in his reflection, and swung a meaty paw up to his muzzle to muffle the resulting bassy belch which followed. When he pulled his arm back he looked down and spotted a wet, garish band of rubber with various cartoon characters printed all over it, and through the middle of the design, faint but still readable digital numbers displayed the time. Baron stared at the offending item, before bringing his hand back up to his mouth, stuffing the 'watch' in, and with a low gulp, returning it to its owner.

The silver fox stared for a long moment, then clearing his throat, and adjusting his grip on the tape and continuing, doing his best to stifle the thoughts making it hard to concentrate. Then it was time for the measurement that had required him to fish out the longer tape in the first place. A careful whipping motion gave him the slack required to drop the tape onto the ball gut, and synch it into place against the navel, bringing one end of the tape around to meet the slack along the badger's spine.

Baron seemed pensive for a moment, before inhaling, and swallowing firmly. The tape strained as his belly expanded.

"S-sir!" Matthias managed as his hands holding the two bits of tape were pulled apart by inches. "Please try to stay still!" He failed to keep the fluster out of his voice, especially as the swallow was followed by another, dragging his hands further apart.

"Sorry." The badger patted his chest with a mitt, the impact sending a wobble down the dome of his belly. "I realized that I should probably make myself as big as I think I'll be so that I just don't ruin the good work you'll be doing."

The tailor swallowed nervously, and nodded. "Of c-course. Thank you for y-your consideration." He slid his fingers along the longer end of the tape until his hands met once more, and grasped on with the thumb of his paw on the zero end while he turned to take the note of the number there, at least quadruple the size of the badgers' chest was, just above it in his notes. He loosened the tape just enough for it to start slipping down again, and then pulled to draw it up against the pelvis, tugging upward to get under the weighty sag. He crossed the tape over his customer's tail, before removing it completely.

Baron squirmed in place, and nearly sympathetically the indistinct shape in his midsection shifted about as well. He felt another belch coming, and instead of letting it rise up he swallowed firmly, looking back at the tailor.

"Please stay looking ahead..." Matthias muttered, pressing the zero line to the imaginary spot where the collar would sit on the back of the badger's neck and sliding his other hand down to the base of the tail, before noting that measure down. He walked around to Baron's front, swallowing nervously. He had to stand significantly further back to reach the front of the neck, where the top button of the shirt should rest. His other hand smoothed the tape down between the soft pecs and then carefully along the curve of his belly, making sure not to let it get taut enough to come away from his customer's white pelt.

Another shift under the flesh nearly sent the fox's hand off-course, prompting a gentle but firm press of one mitt over the head of the trapped raccoon. The mustelid returned his arms to a neutral posture at his sides, and nodded firmly at the tailor.

The silver fox nodded in return, and shyly resumed tracing the tape along the curve of Baron's belly, a soft shiver running down his spine as his fingers brushed into the white divot of his customer's navel, then met the thicker dark fur spiking up towards it from beneath the sweatpants. He used a thumb to make sure he got the tape up into the under-hang, blushing at how the stomach's (and its contents') weight pinned the tape in place as he ran his hand all the way back up to ensure it hugged the curve. He tucked his hand into that fold again to remove the tape, still folded at the point of measurement he was looking for.

Matthias let out a breath he hadn't been sure he'd been holding, scribbling down the note, and then bringing the tape around. He swallowed, and then carefully wrapped the underside of the protruding dome in front of him with it, getting the circumference of the ball gut without the badger's body getting in the way.

Baron watched this, a wily smirk slowly forming. "Matthias, is that really necessary, or did you just get curious?"

The fox started, letting go of the tape entirely. "O-of course it's necessary. Why wouldn't it be necessary?" He dropped to his knees, flustered, partially to retrieve the tape and partially to hide from the badgers' knowing smile on the far side of his belly.

"You just haven't ever done that measurement before..." The mustelid feigned wistful innocence, but his grin came through in his voice

"F-frankly you haven't given me reason to!" The vulpine reached out and set the zero on the hip line he'd measured around before to do the outside leg, then scribbling that down. He swallowed. Inside leg was next. He scrunched down lower to peek at the sweatpants, shaded by the fuzzy flesh awning over them. He gingerly reached out with the tape to where he estimated he'd taken that measurement from in the past, pressing it to the inner thigh of the hefty badger.

Baron saw fit to continue teasing. "Now, Matthias, if you really want to explore my body like that it'll have to be in your own time." He grinned broader at the panicked yelp this elicited, the tips of the silver fox's ears nearly glowing red when they poked into his range of vision, and judging from the reflection, the sides of his head were, too, and his tail had fluffed up to its full volume.

A cry of "Inside l-leg!" was all the tailor could get out coherently, taking 3 tries to scribble the numbers down correctly, before he looped the tape around one of his customer's thighs. He took that measurement, then again down at the knee, then calf. He paused, staring at the loafers. "S-sir, would you be interested in shoes today?"

The badger's smile faded, and he shifted his weight while twisting his torso to get a good view of his foot with his gut swung out of the way. "Oh, right. Yes, that would be good. I'm sure you have my size in stock."

Matthias busied himself scribbling down the accessories that will be needed for the suit order. "Were you going to wait here or pick them up?"

"I'll wait." The badger untwisted, swinging his loaded gut back to the fore, smushing one side against the fox's head gently. "I enjoy watching you work." He teased.

The tailor yipped and pressed a paw against the belly indignantly. "T-then would you kindly take a seat, sir?"

Baron chuckled, taking a step back from the vulpine. He idly felt over his stomach with one mitt, considering teasing further, before thinking better of it. The badger slid his paw down to support the mass of his gut as he stepped down off the platform, starting towards the small seating area.

The flustered fox took a long moment to stand, doing his best to compose himself, and then he headed to the workstation, starting to convert the measurements to sizings in his notebook.

Bringing his other mitt up to feel at the side of his belly, the badger started to knead, lowering his head down to rumble covertly to his prey. "Sorry if I got a bit rough there, but I have a reputation to uphold, and a schedule to keep."

"Yeah, yeah..." HT's muffled voice came back after a long moment.

"Anyway, you like it when I'm bossy." Baron dropped his voice into almost a growl.

The raccoon inside squirmed. "Nnnnn... So, do you have time to let me out now...?"

"Oh, I can't let you out now." The striped mustelid ground his palms and pads along the shape of his passenger.

"W-why not?" HT pressed a hand outward firmly.

Baron grinned. "The measurements for this suit were done with you in there. If I let you out, I won't fit in the suit, and where would that leave me?"

The Procyon chittered with annoyance, or possibly fluster. It was hard to tell through all the flab.

The badger suspected it was both.

The following hours were split for Baron between toying with his occupant, checking his emails on his phone to make sure there were no work emergencies, and watching Matthias work. Occasionally, the fox would call him back up to the platform to make sure something fit, and each time the mustelid would press himself out of his seat with a dramatic grunt and saunter over, enjoying the way his augmented mass flustered the tailor so.

HT had dozed off from lack of anything to do about an hour into the wait, and the badger was very good at keeping from jostling him too much when getting in and out of his seat.

As time approached when his next appointment would come, Baron checked the time, and checked the fox's progress carefully. Thankfully, the next fitting on the pedestal saw the badger fully dressed from glossy leather shoes to a snug, smart tie (tastefully tucked behind his coat where it closed so that it wouldn't too obviously point right to his belly) business slacks held up in place with sturdy suspenders to keep his gut's overhang from becoming a cantilever distracting to all around.

Matthias made a final run to make sure all the pins had been removed from the suit and took a step back. "Alright, that's just about finished. Would you like that invoiced or would you like to pay for that now?"

"I'll write you a check now." The badger stepped down of the pedestal, noting the suspenders provided some support, but still allowed his mass a bit of bounce. He fished his checkbook out of his jacket pocket and grasped a pen from the counter, before starting to scribble, before pausing. He peered at a box of cigars on the counter next to the register, and picked it up, setting it in front of him, along with a matchbox. "I'd like to add these, as well."

The tailor paused in gathering the badger's discarded intermediary garments into a plastic bag and carefully set the two items on top. He set the bag down and scribbled on a notepad, before presenting the updated total to the suited mustelid.

Baron nodded and completed making out the check, before capping the pen and setting it back where he found it and carefully tearing the check free, presenting it to the silver fox.

Matthias' eyes widened at the gratuity added as he examined the check. "Oh, thank you, sir."

"For having to deal with my bothersome tum all afternoon." Baron winked, rubbing along where the buttons of his coat framed where his navel lie. He turned, grinning at the reaction that got him, and strutted back out the door with his bag, already fishing his keys out before his feet had crossed the threshold.

Since he had already gotten his car ready for his current size, the badger had no trouble beyond getting himself eased into the driver's seat without getting his suit wrinkled. Buckled up, he started the engine, and set off. The clock on his center console told him he had mere minutes, but thankfully it was just across the line out of Little Italy into Midtown. He pulled up to the valet, set the car into park, and hefted himself free of the vehicle. "That's getting easier every time." He chuckled to himself, walking around the front of the still-running sedan.

The mouse in the red valet jacket ran right into the suited mass, yelping and nearly falling back, but was caught by a big mitt, cradling his head to the soft bulk. "Mmmphh?"

Baron bit his lip, before exhaling and using his other paw to make sure the college-age rodent was on his own two feet. He took a step back and held out his keys.

The valet was dazed for a moment still, before he tore off the stub of the valet ticket, passing it to the striped mustelid, taking his keys and attaching the rest of the ticket onto the ring. The mouse carefully ducked around Baron to get to the driver's side door, still left open.

Using the mirrored glass of the façade to make sure his suit was unrumpled, the striped mustelid perked his ears at the squeak of dismay from behind him, followed by the tell-tale sound of the motorized seat whirring. Baron held in a chuckle, and pressed forward, under the awning, and through the door held open by a sharply dressed greyhound doorman.

Entering the waiting area at the head of the restaurant, he soon spotted his appointment.

A sugar glider, somehow shorter than the mouse Baron had just bumped into, was sitting patiently on a padded seat. Because of his pseudo-wings, he couldn't wear a traditional shirt, but the garment he was wearing was clearly styled to evoke formal attire, complete with a black bow tie and a row of false buttons leading down to his trousers, which were similarly adapted.

His shadow falling over the smaller male before he arrived, Baron soon smiled down at his date. "Good evening, Hunter. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Hunter looked up and gasped softly, eyes wide behind his round-framed glasses. "B-Baron?" A blush was already on his cheeks as he took in the sheer mass of the badger in front of him, eyes straying to his midsection shortly after. "How did you..."

Slapping a mitt onto his gut through his jacket with a dull thud, Baron trailed his tongue across his lip. "Oh, I had help from a mutual friend of ours. Do you like it?"

The sugar glider nodded dumbly, taking a moment one of those thick paws had been extended to him in offering. He took it, stepping down off the padded bench, and somehow felt even smaller. His fingers could barely reach around one digit of his date's hand, and his eyes watched the sway as of the badger's heft as he was guided along.

Baron stopped at the hostess station. "I have a private room reserved."

The hostess, a slender gazelle, nodded firmly. "Smoking or Non?"

Glancing aside at the small male beside him, Baron smirked a bit. "Smoking. Reservation number 369204."

The hostess nodded firmly, confirming that on the tablet behind the podium, before setting that down and scooping up two menus. She started off towards the private dining rooms, heels clacking resonantly on the marble floors.

Hunter swallowed, blushing still. "Smoking?"

Baron began to guide his date along. "Mmmhmm. I've got some cigars."

The sugar glider felt weak in his knees. "Y-you're going full boss."

The badger grinned. "Only the best for a sweet thing like you."

Opening a door towards the end of the hallway, the hostess stepped inside to reveal a dining room which looked equally suited for a business meeting. She set down the menus at the end of the table, where two place settings were waiting, wine glasses and silverware, along with a sharply folded napkin each. "Your server will be in shortly. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

"Thank you, miss." Baron nodded to her, before moving to take the larger seat at the true end of the table.

The sugar glider noticed the seat with the accompanying table setting already had a booster seat on it for him. "Y-you really planned this whole thing, didn't you?"

Fishing a cigar out of his jacket pocket, a trimmer and his matchbook from the other side, Baron chuckled. "Not as much as you'd think." He trimmed the ends of the cigar, before he held one end between his molars and struck a match, making eye contact with his date. "Serendipity, one might say." He closed his lips and inhaled until he got the cigar properly lit, then exhaled a thick plume of smoke from both nostrils. The tobacco fumes billowed and curled in the air, framing the badger's face.

Hunter shuddered, unable to look away. "Y-you're too good for me."

"Don't sell yourself short." Baron pinched the cigar between two knuckles, tapping the first of the ash off into a tray with a practiced flick of the wrist. "It's nice to have a delectable man to look forward to taking..." He growled suggestively, before continuing. "...out for a private dinner fit for the elite."

The sugar glider thought he might melt.

Thankfully, the server entered at this time. The snow leopard was dressed similarly to how the hostess had been, except with black slacks replacing the pencil skirt. He walked with precise, practiced ease; even, without appearing rigid. "Good evening, sirs. Have you two decided on what you would drink?"

Baron paused in returning the cigar to his muzzle, turning his eyes towards the server. "Two dram of Scotch, over ice." He took a draw, and then exhaled smoke through pursed lips. "Better yet, bring the decanter to the table."

"Very good, sir." The snow leopard turned his attention towards Hunter while scribbling down the order. "And sir would like?"

"Uhm..." Hunter tapped his digits together. "I'd like a Shirley Temple?"

The server seemed to look down his nose at the sugar glider, but that might have just been just how much their heights differed. "One Shirley Temple. Have you two decided on your entrees?"

Stifling a squeak, Hunter grasped at his untouched menu, pulling it open. He started browsing over it quickly, eyes darting back and forth over the fine text.

Tapping ashes free again, Baron smiled broadly. "The Porterhouse, if you would be so kind, and a helping of your roasted garlic mashed potatoes."

Turning on one heel, the server turned his attention back to the portly badger. "And how would you like your stake cooked tonight?"

"As rare as you're allowed to get." With a wink and another drag from his cigar, Baron blew a ring carelessly over the table, punctuating his statement.

The ring drifted until it was dispersed by the sugar glider dropping his menu back to the table. "I'd like a Waldorf Salad." Hunter said in his best approximation of confidence.

The snow leopard scribbled a bit more, before tucking his notepad into his vest and fluidly scooped up the two wine glasses that would not be in use from the place settings. "I will be back with your drinks shortly." He turned on his heel once again, and strode back out of the dining room.

Once the door had closed, the smaller male groaned and slumped his head down onto the edge of the table. "Guh... I'm no good at this."

Baron perked, and set his cigar fully down on the tray, reaching out with a mitt to cup the back of the sugar glider's head. "You don't have to be good at talking to servers or being in fancy restaurants or anything. I can take care of all that." The badger gently rubbed his thumb between his date's ears.

Hunter sighed low and smiled bashfully. "Thanks." He reached a hand up to wrap as far as he could around the thick wrist next to his ear. He stayed that way, feeling the affectionate, soothing touch against his head for a minute or so, before sitting back up.

The restaurant apparently valued efficiency, because the server was back by the time the badger was pulling his hand away. The snow leopard carried a broad tray, but it only had a tall glass bottle, a narrow glass filled with reddish pink liquid and ice, carbonated, and a short, broad glass with a thick base containing a single transparent sphere of ice about two thirds the diameter of its container. With a deft motion, the server set down the clearly heavy decanter filled with brown spirits, then the accompanying glass, followed by the virgin cocktail alongside the sugar glider's setting. "Your meals will be out soon. Is there anything else you need?"

The badger wedged his cigar back in between his knuckles. "No, thank you." He took another draw from the thick bundle of dried tobacco, causing the embers to glow and travel down, thickening the ash.

The smallest male seemed distracted by this display, so the snow leopard turned on his heel once again, tucking the tray under one arm as he slinked away.

Hunter perked up at the sound of the door closing, and blushed, realizing what had happened.

Baron smirked and let out another pair of billowing columns release from his nostrils. "You really like the cigar thing, don't ya?"

The sugar glider bashfully nodded, eyes following the path of the smoke as it dispersed, and then the cigar itself as his date tapped the ash loose again.

Keeping the cigar between his knuckles, Baron carefully pulled the stopper free of the decanter, smelling it and sighing appreciatively. "They don't have to put good scotch in a decanter, there's no label or anything. But they do." He lifted the heavy glass bottle with his free paw to carefully pour it directly over the sphere of ice in his glass.

Hanging on every word, Hunter's eyes darted between the thin smoke trail in the wake of the cigar's movements, to the rich amber spirits pouring over the sculpted ice, to the handsome businessman connecting the two.

The badger poured until the scotch came up three quarters of the way up the side. He set the bottle down and returned the stopper, then took another draw from the cigar. He grasped the side of his suited paunch with a mitt and gently shook it. "Wake up in there, food's comin'."

The sugar glider perked. Wait, there was no way...

Baron squinted at his midsection, and then scooped his glass in his mitt and brought it to his lips. His throat worked visibly above his collar as he downed a few mouthfuls of scotch, lowering the glass with only a finger remaining in there. He exhaled strongly at the burning in his throat, grinning as motion picked up below his coat.

"What the hell, Baron? Why're you pouring chilly booze in here?" HT called out, muffled, and caused the mass between the badger and the table to rock and sway around.

"HT?!" Hunter cried out, his cheeks flushed pink.

The badger laughed aloud. "I told you a mutual friend of ours filled out my midsection, didn't I?" He turned his attention to his midsection. "And it's not 'chilly booze', it's aged single malt scotch over ice."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to." The indignant lump muttered, stifled by layers of flesh and fabric. "Yeah, it's me. The hell, you said it was another appointment after you got your suit."

"Dates count as appointments." Baron blushed a bit.

Just then, the server returned, carrying the tray once again, but with a broad plate, a bowl and a pepper mill on it. This time he set the bowl of mixed fruit in dressing in front of Hunter first, before he carefully set the plate with a truly enormous steak and a small mountain of mashed potatoes down in front of Baron. "Black pepper?" He pointed the mill at the steak.

"Oh god, it's in one of these places." HT grumbled.

The snow leopard stared down at the paunch that had just spoke, his cheeks flaring up.

Baron patted a mitt over his belly and stifled a rumbling low belch with the other paw, his midsection tensing and noticeably shrinking up. "Breakfast's still with me." He deflected entirely unconvincingly, and waved his claws dismissively.

Swallowing and standing up rigidly, the server tried to maintain composure. "Bon Appétit." He fidgeted with the mill for a moment, before just setting it down next to the decanter and practically fleeing the room, cheeks flaring bright in a blush.

"I swear, I will get you to appreciate fine dining if it kills you." The badger swallowed air firmly, giving his occupant room to squirm again. He repeated this motion in his throat while busying his paws with the pepper mill, sprinkling the crushed dried berries over his platter and its contents, until his belly was back to the size it had been before.

"This is bougie as hell." The trapped raccoon muttered just audibly.

Baron took another swig of scotch, emptying his glass.

The badger's midsection wobbled with internal motion. "Gah! That shit stings!"

"You're supposed to catch it in your mouth." Baron said sternly, but not unkindly. "Now behave and be a good belly. I'm sending you down a prime cut of steak."

"Not truffle-encrusted or anything?" HT sounded suspicious.

Baron chuckled. "That's not a thing. Just relax and enjoy dinner. I know I will." He winked towards Hunter.

The poor sugar glider was flustered beyond belief, doing his best to appear as though he was paying attention to his Waldorf salad. This whole time his date had had his friend tucked away in his gut, and he was treating it as if it was totally normal! His eye caught motion to his side, and he looked back to the larger male... er... males.

The badger was casually removing his coat, revealing his taut dress shirt and suspenders. He tossed it onto one of the empty chairs at the table, and then hooked his thumbs into the straps, tugging a bit. "You look a bit lonely all the way over there." Baron spoke as if the sugar glider was at the other end of the table, not a few feet from him. He used his grip on the straps to pull his suspenders off his shoulders entirely, but Hunter couldn't quite get what the striped mustelid was doing.

A heavy mitt first pulling on his chair's arm, then scooping the smaller male up entirely was a big hint. Baron scooped under his belly with his other paw, opening space on his lap, trousers just a few inches lower to give access to the overhang. With deft ease he placed the sugar glider on his thigh, and set his belly back down, the squirming mass pinning Hunter's legs underneath them. Bending forward to reach for something else caused the belly to get compressed down, eliciting a groan from both his date and his meal from the night prior. Smirking, Baron sat back up straight, and passed the Waldorf salad to its owner, along with a fork.

Hunter blinked for a moment, beyond flustered at this point, but when he noticed the bowl, he took it, and the fork.

"You two are going to be getting to know each other quite well tonight, so might as well start now." The badger smirked a bit, then took his steak knife and cut a nice, tender strip of the steak, revealing the pink, but not bloody, insides. "Okay. Here comes steak, belly."

HT huffed bashfully, but shifted around, getting his face just under the cardia and doing his best not to put too much pressure on his friend outside.

The discomfort was draining away quickly for the sugar glider. This enforced intimacy was pushing him right past his embarrassment from before, and he just rested his head against the belly. "Yeah, behave in there." He said softly, a smile starting to spread his muzzle, as he took a bite of the fruit salad.

Baron chuckled, and carefully set the strip of steak on the back of his tongue, doubled over. He tilted his head back and swallowed firmly, dropping the meat whole down his throat to the raccoon waiting below.

Munching sounds arose from below the dress shirt and layers of fat and muscle separating Hunter from HT. The Procyon groaned indulgently as he partook in the meat, and then pressed his hands out against the stomach walls, making shapes press against the nearly taut fabric.

The sugar glider nuzzled against one of these hand shapes between carrying fruit on a fork from his bowl to his muzzle, enamored with the entire situation.

The badger spared a moment to stroke along the back of his date tenderly, while scooping up some of the mashed potatoes atop his fork. "Now, tell me these aren't the best mashed potatoes you've ever had..." He plopped the mass at the back of his jaws, and swallowed again.

HT chittered quietly, and let out a moan as the throat practically soft-served the blend of potato, roasted garlic, cream and herbs into his jaws.

Baron chuckled. "Thought so. Gonna have some more scotch. Drink it this time." He carefully poured from the decanter and swirled it with the ice for a few moments, looking down at Hunter. "You're enjoying this, right?"

The sugar glider nodded and pressed his cheek into the belly a bit more firmly. "Y-you're so wonderful, Baron."

"I do my best." He winked, and then took a mouthful of scotch.

The swallow was followed by a more muffled swallow, followed by HT coughing. "Gah, that burns nearly as much inside your throat as when you get it in your EAR."

Baron chuckled at this reaction, setting his glass down and stroking over his belly with that mitt. "Poor baby."

"You don't have to drink any more scotch if you don't want to." Hunter said reassuringly to his date's stomach, stroking with the hand he had his fork in, so the rounded backside was running along the dress shirt as well.

The door opened for a moment, and the Server stared in, before turning on his heel and fleeing once more.

The badger grinned. "If I didn't know the manager of this place, I might be worried about being kicked out for indecent behavior."

Hunter looked back to catch the door re-latching as it shut fully, then back up at his date. "That's what the private room is for."

"Gimme more steak." HT piped up, pawing around at the walls once more.

"My belly's just so insistent, tonight." Baron sighed in mock-exasperation, but the smile wouldn't leave his face. "I'm just going to have to give it all it asks for."

The rest of the meal went mostly the same, teasing words shared between swallowing portions for the trapped Procyon, rubbing the sugar glider's back, and tender rubs from both inside and outside. The badger was starting to feel a bit tipsy since HT had only drunk the scotch once, so the rest was hitting his system.

As the sugar glider finished up his bowl and set it down on the table, he felt as well as heard a low, organic grumble come from right alongside his head.

HT squirmed a moment, pressing out. "What's up?"

Baron licked his lips slowly. "Oh, it's just my belly wants its dessert early." He said that making eye contact with his date.

Hunter gasped, squirming against the broad belly as it let out another growl, as if confirming what the badger had said. "Y-you mean...?"

Loosening his tie with a mitt, the predator grinned down at his sweet sugar glider. "I told you, you two are getting to know each other very well tonight." His other paw gently grasped just beneath the arms of the smaller male, dull claws poking gently at the pseudo-wings. With a low grunt, Baron flexed his belly so that it raised just enough that the pull from his hand slid Hunter up the curve until he was on top of it, face inches from the larger male's own.

The sugar glider adjusted his glasses, blush having returned in full force, smelling the meat, garlic, alcohol, and raccoon on the badger's breath. He felt the belly below him relax back into its normal state, and looked up into the deep blue eyes staring down at him.

Baron spoke softly, his bass rumble all that separated it from a whisper. "I'm going to take you inside, and you'll be mine, just like he is."

HT let out a soft, bashful whine below his friend and layers of belly.

Panting a bit, Hunter looked down at the curve of the belly he was resting upon, then back to the badger's parted lips, then to his eyes. "T-then take me..." He said, fighting to keep the need out of his voice.

The jaws closed up, and Baron planted a gentle kiss on the much smaller male's lips, using one of his paws to hold the sugar glider in place. He parted the kiss, and repeated it on Hunter's forehead, as his other claw gently plucked off the round glasses. "I'll keep these safe for you. Ready...?"

Squinting, Hunter nodded. "Y-yeah."

Baron slowly opened his jaws. They kept separating further and further, rivulets of drool connecting the palate to the tongue for short moments before gravity had its way. The badger seemed to have more and more space at will ahead of the sugar glider.

Hunter quivered at the sight, and then carefully started to climb inward; pushing off the gut below with his foot paws and feeling hands from inside push up against them, helping him get leverage. The sugar glider's head fit so easily inside, as well as his shoulders, and arms. The membranes of his psudeo-wings slid against the corners of the parted maw, and he managed to get his hips up and inside before he was unable to push off the belly any further and his muzzle pressed to the back of the chamber.

Doing his best to control himself with the sweet, delectable flavor pressing to his tongue and the slight ticklish sensations at the corners of his mouth, Baron took both paws and scooped under his true meal's own, helping him brace to push deeper. The fleshy mass at the back of his jaws shifted, and opened, accepting the accumulated drool and giving a glance down the fleshy abyss to his date.

HT shifted around below once he felt his paws were no longer needed to help, working his way around until his back was nearly bumping against the table, the back of his head bulging up the top of the belly, causing fur to peek between two straining buttons as he made room for his soon to be bellymate.

Hunter panted, squinting into the darkness, unable to make anything out, but knowing what was down there. He pushed his legs against the thick paw pads below his feet, and used his hands to grip the back of the badger's tongue, shoving himself down, his face bulging the badger's neck.

Baron swallowed, and pressed with his paws, until just the sugar glider's cute tail was poking out of his jaws. He pursed his lips around it, eyes lidded with pleasure, before he realized something wasn't working as it should.

The sugar glider grunted, something pressed against the bridge of his muzzle from outside the throat. He pushed with his hands, then squirmed and got his feet braced against the inside of Baron's front teeth. Hunter shoved desperately with all four paws.

As the badger realized what was wrong, he felt that shove, and instinctually swallowed again, and then he heard a sharp ping ahead of him, as the sugar glider sank deeper all at once, the tail slurping out of sight. Baron looked ahead and saw as he suspected the top button of his dress shirt. He felt an odd tightness in his chest, and his cheeks surged into a blush. He swallowed again, and in a chain reaction, button after button burst free from his shirt as it made way for the sugar glider coming down, until his chest was exposed and swollen out.

Hunter squirmed in place, his head pressed to a far more fleshy tightness. He realized that must be the entrance to the stomach, and pressed on the walls around him, trying to induce another swallow from the big badger.

Baron felt his belly over with his paws, trying to think of a way to salvage what was left of his shirt when the sugar glider's motions in his gullet got their intended result, and he swallowed, powerfully.

HT grunted as the whole sugar glider was tossed in with him, rocketing against his own soft midsection and knocking the wind from his lungs. He wrapped his arms around Hunter and kept him against his own belly as a tension behind him suddenly gave way.

All at once the remaining buttons gave up their hold on the thread keeping them attached, pinging all around the room, striking the pepper mill hard enough to send it wobbling, and sending the newly expanded belly spilling out against the table. The impact knocked the pepper mill all the way over, rolling on its side in an arc.

Baron groaned weakly, and stroked over his stomach, scooting back so that the wood wasn't digging into HT's back and rubbing on where he felt it. "I probably should have burped up the extra space first, huh...?"

"That would have just made it tighter in here." HT sighed, stroking over the quivering, clingy sugar glider hugging his belly.

"Make it tighter in there? Okay." Baron clenched down, grasping over his belly and pulled, relaxing his throat, and let out a long, ultra-bass belch that shook the decanter and plates. He sighed. "Now maybe the coat will close back up." He tightened his tie back up, and hiccupped, kneading over his belly affectionately. "It was worth it though." He licked his lips slowly, and gulped a little air down so that the pair inside had just enough space to squirm. "So worth it..."