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It was well past midnight, and Freddy and Reggie were still standing out on the street. The party they'd left together was long over, but they didn't feel saying goodnight, not yet.

Freddy was wearing his letterman jacket, wing-hands tucked into his pockets, and a pair of jeans that would show off his tight runner's ass if he pulled the hem of the jacket up in back and splayed his tail feathers right. The blue jay was leaning against a streetlamp, eyes rarely leaving his companion.

Reggie was a bit antsier in his body language. The hefty raccoon idly swayed from foot to foot, his striped tail swaying back and forth behind him in counterpoint. He gesticulated with his hands as well, the slender fingers coming out of his fairly loose sleeves. At least they were loose around his wrists. The thickness of his arms drew the jacket's fabric taut, while his chest and belly strained the buttons on the flannel. Despite the definite layer of fat on the procyon, the distribution belied what Freddy knew: He was a powerlifter. He might have been able to pick up a car if so motivated.

They had both been in sports in high school, though on opposite sides of the programs: lifting and track hardly intersected. Reggie, however, had outgrown his old letterman as he had continued to just get bigger and more cuddly looking.

Freddy thought the rounder cheeks suited his friend, but he didn't mention it. No need to rush along to that bridge to cross just yet. After what had gone on with Ben and Ray he was a bit more open to other guys but there was no way of knowing if the raccoon was as well.

Just as Reggie was petering out of the topic he'd been rambling on about, his stomach let out a loud empty complaint. He planted one of his paws over his belly and squished down on it. "Jeeze... been a while since I stopped grabbing snacks at Tommy's."

The blue jay shifted his hips to press with his shoulders off the pole, walking over to the raccoon. "Well, I bet there's a few places open this late. I don't mind hanging out in a diner or something. Beats standing."

The broad raccoon shook his head, stroking down over the flannel to de-crease from when he'd crumpled it inward. "Nah, I'm not in the mood for junk food..." He sniffed the air, and his eyes brightened. "You know what we should do?"

Freddy chuckled at the look on his friend's face. "What?"

"Go skinny dipping in the park." Reggie grinned broadly. "Just a block or two away, got that nice big pond..." He swayed a bit more, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

The bird raised his brow at the suggestion, then chuckled, a grin coming to the corners of his beak. "You know what? Why the fuck not?" He pivoted in his sneakers and started to walk that way, his gait naturally fast.

Following behind, the raccoon more lumbered, his ringed tail flicking around behind him.

Freddy pivoted to walk backwards. "What, not gonna race me?" He teased lightly, before smoothly finishing his turn to walk forwards again.

"Oh no, I learned my lesson on that a long time ago." Reggie had found his stride, however, momentum on his side to keep on moving. His stomach let out another empty growl as they crossed the street a block away from the park.

"You sure you don't wanna grab something to eat first?" The blue jay experimentally shrugged his shoulders, feeling the hem of the back of his letterman come up. With calculated precision he flexed his tail, spreading the feathers as he raised them away from his backside. He hoped he was subtle enough to look like he was stretching rather than giving a display. He peeked back at his friend to see if he was looking, but the raccoon met his glance.

"Nah, then we'd gotta wait before swimmin'" The powerlifter chuckled, waiting for the bird to look back forward to let his eyes drift down. His belly let out another rumble as he licked his lips idly.

Finally they crossed the road that bordered the park, the lit paths ahead having a big dark spot in the center that was the pond itself.

As Freddy stepped onto the path, he began undoing his jacket, carefully working it off his shoulders to reveal the short sleeved shirt that had been exposed by the open letterman most of the party. Finding a convenient bench, the blue jay placed the garment there, before starting to undo his jeans.

Reggie unbuttoned his flannel, exhaling as he wriggled his shoulders back and forth to get the tight sleeves to relinquish his padded biceps and triceps. He had a muscle shirt on underneath the much lighter jacket. Then again, he also had a lot more natural insulation than his friend. He peeled the sleeveless tee off his hefty torso before setting to deal with his pants.

Freddy folded his jeans on the bench as well, before setting his shoes on top of the stack. He stuck a thumb feather into his waistband and snapped it to get the raccoon's attention. "Jock stay on or no?"

"It's skinny dipping." The larger male chuckled, as if that was even a question worth asking, while he was in the process of working his boxers off with his jeans without even bothering to undo his belt or button, shimmying them off his hips surprisingly easily.

The jay chirped in amusement. "Of course." He carefully worked his jock off and shuddered. He looked around to make sure no one was around to see as he set the scant garment down on his shoes. The bare bird walked down to the pond's edge, dipping a toe in. "Woah, it's still warm. Guess it was pretty hot this afternoon, huh?"

As Freddie began to wade in, Reggie finished disrobing and casually tromped down the bank to the pond as well. "Yeah, I really prefer to wash in warm water." His bulk wobbled and shifted with every movement. Without the clothes on, it was clear that his chest was well muscled as much as his arms were, just also covered with enough padding to make him look more pillowy than chiseled. He swayed his striped tail and let out a sigh as he dipped his foot paw past the surface.

When the blue jay got to the point his hips submerged, he turned to look back at his friend. In the light coming from the path Reggie looked edge-lit to the bird, the effect making him seem bigger, like some kaiju entering the sea as he kicked up water. He shortly realized that the raccoon was more than just wading in, he was headed right for him! "Why are you making a bee-line for me?"

"Because I'm gonna getcha." Reggie chuckled, breathing heavily with the exertion of moving quick through the water without swimming.

Freddie chirped, laughter brimming right out his beak. "You gonna get me? I'm a track guy!"

The raccoon was getting closer now, more and more water getting displaced as his massive form entered the deeper area that the bird was standing in. "Yeah, but that's running in air! You never trained to run in water!" Reggie grinned brightly.

"Didn't train me to do this either!" The jay scooped his wings into the water on either side of his hips and forcefully splashed them forward, throwing water at the approaching powerlifter.

This didn't abate Reggie in the slightest. Without flinching he leaned forward and pushed off the pond floor with a firm press of his glutes, propelling him towards the blue bird. His belly hit the water and along with his chest formed a scoop to send a wave ahead of him.

Freddy gacked and crossed his wings in front of his face, closing his eyes as the surge of water splashed up his chest and over his head at the same time. A moment later he felt strong arms around his waist and practically squawked as he felt his knees give out under him from the sudden weight.

The raccoon chittered triumphantly, his dexterous fingers squeezing and feeling over the bird's athletic body as he held him tightly, both he and Freddy having ended up kneeling on the pond floor. Reggie gave the jay's rear a good grope while he was at it, his wet fur and the runner's feathers mussing each other up.

The unprepared bird perked, blushing deeply. "Woah, hey..." He pressed back at the raccoon's chest, and found himself released immediately. Freddy let his rear settle onto his spurs beneath the water, putting him nearly neck deep and face-to chest with the bigger male. "Didn't know you... uh... felt that way."

Reggie fidgeted guiltily. "Guess I went a bit past just grabbing. Sorry." He ran his fingers through the water, feeling the little eddies in the sun-warmed pond form in their wake. "You're a real sweet guy though... with a scrumptious body." He grinned, looking to the bird hopefully.

Freddie chirped a bit, blushing, but pressed himself back up onto his knees. "Well, I've had plenty of casual naked encounters... usually have a bit more warning." He eased his wings around the broad male, feeling at the plump love handles. He leaned his beak forward and gave a light preen to Reggie's cheek. "You're fucking adorable yourself, you know? Your face is all round and soft now... All the weight you've put on just makes you look more cuddly."

The raccoon blushed deeply, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm just glad I didn't totally freak you out." Reggie's smile broadened into a mischievous grin however. "Still one part of you that's not wet." He leaned forward, letting his weight carry him forward.

The blue jay definitely squawked this time. Freddy had no time to let go of his friend before he was dunked fully into the water under the raccoon. He was immediately freed to surface, sputtering.

Reggie had rolled to one side to give his friend the room to get back up without his weight in the way, his insufferable grin still in place.

Freddy blushed deeply and started working his wings to splash at the round raccoon mug. "Your head's still dry too!" He kept splashing, watching the water crash all over the smug muzzle.

The procyon took his punishment, the smug look not going away but his eyes closed to protect them. Once the assault abated he got back upright and wiped his eyes with his fingers. He looked about to talk when his belly let out another low, eager rumble of need.

Through the water, the bird felt that, the vibration sending a quiver from his tail to his skull. "Hey... why did you really wanna go skinny dipping instead of getting something to eat?"

Reggie, looking smug as ever, looked Freddy dead in the eyes. "Raccoons wash their meals."

Freddy's eyes widened as he let out an involuntary chirp. His blush returned in full force at that loaded statement.

Smirk turning into a grin, the powerlifter eased his arms back around the blue jay, nuzzling his cheek and slowly licking, not applying too much pressure, and clearly not squeezing too hard for the bird to escape.

Rather than push away again though, the runner shuddered, lightly pressing into the touch on his cheek, while his flight feathers started to feel over the hefty belly he was held up against.

"If you're really so concerned about how hungry I am, you can take care of that right now." Reggie practically purred right next to where he knew the bird's hidden ear was.

Freddy clacked his beak bashfully, before responding. "I... uh... I didn't know you're a predator."

"How else would I get so big since graduation?" The raccoon chittered and squeezed Freddy tightly. "Am I right in thinking you're preyish?"

Silently, the answer was given in the form of the bird easing his wings up between himself and the hefty raccoon, feeling the mass there squish to conform and allow passage. Freddy offered up his hands to the hungry powerlifter, blushing deeply.

Reggie's eyes widened, and his belly let out a loud demand, the direct vibrations making the blushing bird squirm in his grip. He wordlessly opened his jaws, to see if it really was the offer he thought.

Freddy extended his arms to press his hands in to the parted maw until his flight feathers bumped the plump uvula, lightly tickling it by coincidence.

That was all the answer the raccoon needed. He lunged forward, his throat accepting both hands and the arms all the way to the elbow in one motion. His dark, stretched lips were up on the runner's triceps, the tip of his snout almost bumping against the jay's beak.

Blushing furiously now, the jay held still for a moment, before lowering his head between his biceps. "Goddamn it, I love it when preds get greedy..." He muttered bashfully, pressing the underside of his beak into the plump tongue resting in the open jaws. He could barely see up around the snout one of his predator's eyes, making contact.

Reggie waggled his brow since he was certain Freddy could see it, and grabbed the bird's ass again, this time in both hands.

This granted him a flustered chirp as Freddy closed his eyes tightly, his rump tensing in that grip.

The powerlifter showed his strength by pulling the jay right off his knees and out of the water, one powerful yank diving Freddy's beak down past where his hands had laid inside the raccoon, while said arms had met and surpassed the snug sphincter separating the throat from the eager belly below.

As his legs were tossed in the air, the runner wheeled them about. It was hard to tell if it was to try to work himself in better or just an unconscious reaction to the overwhelming experience of being manhandled into a throat. It was clear, however, that it certainly wasn't him trying to break free. Freddy chirped meekly, his head surrounded in the rushing of the raccoon's breathing and the steady two step of his heart's beating. But most filling the jay's mind was the continued gastric sounds from down below. Last time he'd been eaten, he hardly had a chance to really take that in. The belly was calling for him this time. He wasn't just fodder in another couple's game.

Reggie threw his head back to full upright, his fingers falling to his throat as the powerful bird glutes vanished past his jaws. He began to chug, his throat flexing and pulling faster than gravity would have sluiced Freddy down his gullet with just how tight it was, and the amount of stretch waiting at the bottom.

Freddy was starting to have to curl around, angling his beak so as to not jam the sharp tip into the clenching stomach lining. The rugae welcomed him by conforming to his body as it entered and seeming to grip and pull on him in conjunction with the powerful throat. It was as though the whole gastric system of the larger male was eager to have him contained. He was so distracted by that realization he was caught off guard when his foot claws got encased and tasted over with the powerful tongue.

The raccoon slurped over and between the clawed toes and along the spurs for a mere moment, before he couldn't stand it any longer and swallowed firmly, sending the legs down to his belly in one fell lurch. The low wet sound of his gulp lingered before his belly visibly shook downward, sending a ripple out across the water as big as if Freddy had cannonballed. Which he sort of had.

As his legs joined him, the flustered jay found himself fully sealed in the gastric chamber. Being alone in the stomach was a much different experience as well. He shifted around, feeling the pressure from all around. He had thought it might be more spacious than the last belly he'd occupied, just by dint of having this one all to himself, but that wasn't the case. The fleshy walls encroached on him possessively, squeezing and grinding their juices into his feathers.

Reggie patted both sides of his belly affectionately, licking his lips. He perked as a lump traveled from his chest up to his lower jaw, before his jaws were blasted open by a belch. A few blue, black and white feathers that had gotten stuck on the inside of his throat were dislodged and expelled on the rush of extra gasses. "Wow, Freddy..." The raccoon licked over his fingers for any more lingering flavor from the manhandling. "You really hit the spot, bud." He stood up slowly, rubbing along his belly and licking his lips, tasting a bit of residual bird flavor there.

If Freddy thought the stomach had no idea of personal space before, that belch practically vacuum sealed him in place. He squirmed, shuddering a bit as he felt just how much the greedy stomach refused to let him stretch or move too much, but allowed him to slide against its surface while the muscles contracted and kneaded. His blush grew warmer as he processed the words, a bit slow considering the situation. "W-Well, I bet I'm the healthiest thing you've eaten in a long time." He huffed, trying to press out with his hands, but that just made the walls even tighter on his arms and around his chest.

The raccoon laughed, wading back to shore, towards the bench they left their clothes on. Both of his hands danced along the round surface of belly, his thick padding and the powerful core muscles underneath obscuring anything but a slight wobble when Freddy squirmed particularly hard. He gently started to knead down on his gut as the steps got easier with less water to shove aside. He had decided to not flex his abs down on his friend, at least not while he was still awake. It was tight enough in there without diamond-forging pressure.

Lack of air, the warmth, the kneading, the sounds of water distantly splashing, the clenching inner walls, the swaying... it all conspired to send the blushing blue jay into a doze. Maybe if it hadn't been so late at night he could have withstood it a bit longer, but he let sleep start to carry him away. Freddy nuzzled into a soft wall and felt as though he was sinking even deeper into his friend as his ears began to be filled with wet gurgles. Not the hungry growls of an empty stomach, but the sounds of a full belly working on a big meal... last thing he thought before he passed out that he was glad to be a big meal for his friend.

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Freddy slowly awakened sometime the next day. He didn't bother trying to open his eyes, all warm and comfy. He felt cradled, though above him, something was moving. He idly wondered what was going on, but it was no hurry. He was safe, he could just tell.

Reggie finished his set of behind the head presses and rested the bar in the stand. He rubbed over the top of his chest, then perked, and groped over the underside of his belly.

The former bird felt a familiar hand scoop under him and give a squeeze, bliss blossoming out from the sensation of compressing like that. He slowly came to realize the cradling sensation was a lap he was settled into. The lap fell away and he felt himself wobble and sway without support... but it wasn't disorienting. It just felt... right.

Now standing, the heavyset raccoon scooped both strong arms under his gut and gave it a squeeze, his face a warm, fond smile. "Hey Freddy... You slept a while... Guess working out woke you up, huh?"

Freddy tried to speak, but before he could form words, the raccoon was nodding his understanding.

"I'm guessing the preds you've been prey for didn't keep you long enough for you to get to spend some time like this... No worries, I wanna keep you as long as I can." Reggie crooned tenderly, giving his belly a soft shake, before letting go to let the mass drop and bounce.

A soft surge of glee spread through the belly fat as the former runner wobbled and shook, bouncing lightly before settling. Freddy found the feeling of bouncing back up reassuring, that his predator wouldn't let go...

The powerlifter trailed his fingers along his belly before he walked over to his water jug, undoing the top with a twist of his deft fingers. "And I've checked your schedule. I won't keep you long enough that you miss anything. Good thing for me you had the whole weekend clear after the party, huh?" He took a long chugging swig from the big bottle of water.

Freddie experienced the refreshing chill of the water as if it had coated his inside. Well, technically it had. As he felt Reggie settle in for his next exercise, he mentally let out a sigh of comfort.

"Until then bud, you're all mine." The raccoon purred playfully, and grinned at the flustered jumble of emotions that echoed back up to him from his friend and fat.