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"See you tomorrow morning, Hughie!"

"You bet! Have a good night, and good job on your first day today."

"Thanks."

The last of the new hires clocked out and headed out the door, leaving Hughie alone in the kitchen. With just the lights above the packing area left on, the actual kitchen was left in darkness. The entire floor had been swept and mopped and only the toughest of stains remained until the weekly deep clean on Fridays.

Despite being one of the senior employees, if only by virtue of his length of time at the kitchen, Hughie stayed behind at the end of the day to help the packers clean up and finish in the dish pit. It reminded him of where he started and also kept him mindful of the little things like sweeping the food debris from his table into a trash can instead of just onto the floor.

Lately however, Hughie had begun to reconsider his choice to stay behind and clean. His knees were killing him, and his back was burning as if it had been folded backwards horizontally on itself. Not to mention how sore his feet were from standing up all day. If it wasn't his own body that was complaining, he'd imagine that this type of pain would only describe a middle-aged fur.

Taking advantage of his alone time, the sweaty and tired hyena leaned on his cutting table and tried to take some of the weight off his feet. As he did, the table creaked against the added heaviness and slid forward a few centimeters. Additionally, Hughie felt something cool on his stomach, only to realize it was exposed to the world underneath his shirt.

He had to concede that it might be time to start wearing shirts one size larger, as he had probably gotten all that he could from even his largest xxl shirts. That would mean that the cool breeze he felt walking back to work after lunch this afternoon was the last time he'd feel that for a while, which wouldn't help with his sweating problem in the summer. Maybe he would just start driving to lunch. That way, he could order from the drive thru and eat in the air conditioning in his car, all without having to get sweaty.

Nodding to himself as if he had been vocalizing his deliberation, Hughie made a mental note to start driving to lunch and to upgrade to a 3xl shirt for the modesty of the other employees at work. He didn't have a problem with his exposed belly, but not everyone else would be comfortable seeing it, least likely the new staff. And he didn't want to make their jobs any more stressful, despite the increased probability that he'd end up with even more ruined orders to take home for himself.

Which, speaking of the devil, reminded Hughie to go into the walk-in cooler and grab his take-home bag. Pushing himself up, groaning just as much as the metallic table, the hyena gathered the two bags and made his way to the tablet to clock out for the day.

The sweltering heat of the late afternoon sun greeted the portly chef immediately upon opening the back door. The areas where sweat had already accumulated redoubled their efforts to cool down the overweight and out of shape hyena, who was dangerously dehydrated after a long day of working, eating and drinking soda. His back suffered the largest pooling of perspiration, followed by his armpits and hairy chest. Removing his hat and wiping his forehead only accentuated the need for another fan behind the line.

Clicking the car key in his pocket, Hughie opened the door and plopped down into the seat. As he did, his car rocked and hovered closer to the ground. His stomach pressed up against the steering wheel, causing pressure in the muscle and eliciting a belch from the hyena. Adjusting his seat back a bit more, Hughie took a moment to enjoy being off his feet. He rested his hands on the sizable spare tire in his lap and tapped his fingers to a random tune that popped into his head.

Taking a breath and closing his eyes was enough for Hughie's body to realize that the hyena was done working for the day. In recognition of this feat, a rather loud growl arose from the depths of his stomach.

As he did most days of the week, Hughie would stop at Pasquale's Italian Bar and Restaurant to see his best friend Gary, who worked there as a bartender. After a couple of drinks, catching up, and, most importantly, ordering takeout, Hughie would head home to enjoy his dinner and dessert before waking up to do it all again the next day.

Reaching a paw into the closest bag to grab one of the burnt cookies from the newest baker, Hughie turned his car on and drove away from the kitchen and towards his next stop.

Each of the dozen or so cookies lasted no more than a few seconds in the chubby fingers of Hughie's paw before they became his after work snack. Every day was different, but it was always something sweet.

The bakers' list for the day consumed the most time in the oven, which was a precious resource that every station in the kitchen fought to use. As the majority of the food prepared by the baking station had to freeze overnight, they were the losers in the fight for oven time.

As such, they worked in a rush to finish at their assigned time for the day, and rushing often led to mistakes. And mistakes led to redos or cutting corners on the backside. And that would eventually result in something sweet for Hughie to take home at the end of the day. Sometimes it was a chocolate chip muffin or two. Other times it was banana bread. But, the most common and most delicious mistakes were the array of cookies and, with a dozen cookies that fit on a single sheet tray, Hughie could take home significant bang for his buck.

About half a mile away from Pasquale's, the last of the brownie cookies made their way into the bloated stomach of the corpulent hyena, whose spots seemingly continued to expand in the same manner as his gut. With his sweet tooth satisfied for the moment, Hughie began to turn his thoughts to a different type of sugar: alcoholic beverages.

Gary was the evening bartender at Pasquale's and Hughie's best friend since they met at university, and he could mix more than a mean martini. The fox was adept at bringing out the earthy flavors of spirits and combining them with bitters and fruits in a way that could get Hughie tipsy after only his second cocktail. He wasn't quite sure how his friend did it, as he was much better at drinking than mixing, but he knew that Gary knew what he was doing. And, judging by the full parking lot at the restaurant as Hughie pulled in, many other patrons would be tasting that knowledge tonight.

The downside to coming to the best Italian restaurant in town was that it was the best Italian restaurant in town. Hughie had to park his car a few rows away from the front door. His feet were already tensing in anticipation of having to walk but, as he opened the door, the aroma of freshly made brick oven pizza hit his nostrils. If he was lucky, Pasquale would be working tonight, and his double cheese, double pepperoni pizza would be especially delicious.

Having found all the motivation he needed to suffer through the fifty or so steps from his car to his seat at the bar, the hyena rolled himself out of his car and made his way inside. Fortunately, the night air was more breezy than humid, so Hughie made it inside without sweating too much.

His shirt was still coated in the sweat that came from working a full day in a hot kitchen in the middle of summer in a town on the coast, but that had all dried up. And that wasn't the point. It was about small victories. Or something like that. Or something... it didn't matter. That was no longer important to the tubby hyena, whose nose had become intoxicated by the tantalizing smell of dough, grease, and sausage. He was already imagining his fried buffalo mozzarella cheese appetizer, and as he made eye contact with Gary, he nodded in affirmation that he was ready for his usual order to be placed.

He took his seat at the end of the bar and the fox came over to remove the 'reserved' place card that had been protecting his seat.

"What's up, Hugh? How's it going? Was wondering if you were going to make it tonight."

"Yeah, I wasn't sure, either. This week is fresh meat for the tourist season, so..." Hughie accentuated his point with a shoulder shrug.

Gary laughed along with the hyena. "Oh, right. I always forget that. You'd be surprised that, with how busy we are all the time, we don't have to hire too many new people during the summer."

Hughie adjusted his pants in his seat, desperately but discreetly fighting to prevent his underwear from being exposed to the world behind him. "I would be surprised about that, but it makes sense, I guess." He took a sip of the water that was placed in front of him. "I'll just be glad when they get a couple days under them and know where to find things like the scoops, or the pitchers, or the broccoli."

They both shared a chuckle as the lithe fox moved effortlessly from one side of the bar to the other. He managed to strike a perfect balance between professionalism and approachability with the other dozen of so furs sitting at the bar. He would take food orders, refill drinks, and clean off trash in the same breath, all the while paying extra attention to Hughie at the end of the bar.

As the plate of fried mozzarella was placed in front of the watering mouth of the hyena, Gary hung around in anticipation. "Any particular drink order tonight, or should I surprise you?"

"Shurprish meh," came the reply, Hughie's mouth filled with breaded dough and piping hot cheese.

A wry smile and a quick turn of the heel, and the fox was already picking out a specific liquor for the hyena. Something cool and refreshing, with enough of a punch that the alcohol wouldn't be hidden behind the sugary base.

Gary stuck his butt out as he reached up for a nice, top shelf gin, followed by blackberry jam, club soda, mint, and orange liqueur for just an extra bit of sweetness. He knew Hughie liked his alcohol hidden by sugar, and he was more than happy to treat his friend. The hyena worked hard and deserved a break once he got off work.

Gary set the mason jar filled to the top in front of Hughie, who was already most of the way finished with his appetizer. "Here you go, dude. It's called 'We be Jammin.' It's gin with blackberry jam, and a few other sweet surprises. See if you recognize anything." He smiled, happy to take a moment to be with his best friend and watch him eat without anyone thinking it might be weird.

Hughie took a greasy paw and held the jar up to his nose to smell it. "Well, obviously there's mint. I can see the leaves floating in there." He took a sip and smiled wide, causing the fox to do the same. "And some blue curaçao! Aw, you know how much I love that stuff. Thanks, dude!"

It was just one of the few things that Gary knew about Hughie. The other, arriving right at that moment at the window, was surprise food.

Bringing the new plate of fried cheese to replace the completely empty one brought an even wider smile to Hughie's chubby cheeks. It was a smile that Gary loved to coax out of his friend.

"A wonderful drink and extra fried mozzarella? What's the occasion?" Hughie was grabbing at the food before the plate touched the tabletop.

"No particular reason. It's the beginning of your busy season and all..." Gary turned away to collect dirty dishes to hide his embarrassment.

He was grateful that he was born a red fox so that he never had to worry about anyone noticing him blushing. That wasn't the issue.

It wasn't that he was attracted to his best friend, who happened to also be a guy. He reconciled that part of his sexuality when he was a teenager. He also knew that it wasn't that Hughie would be disgusted with him if he ever were to tell him he was gay, as he knew that Hughie was as well.

The problem was the secondary reason why he was blushing and the primary reason why his pants were growing tight and uncomfortable. He was incredibly turned on by watching his best friend stuff his fat face. He enjoyed seeing him get crumbs on his full cheeks and growing chin. He liked that the hyena had two large marinara stains on his shirt. He found it hot in a way that he had long since given up trying to understand. And more than that, what got him the most turned on was a thought that was as enticing as it was shameful.

He wanted to see his friend gain even more weight.

There. He admitted it. He, Gary the red fox, wanted his best and closest friend, Hughie the hyena, to gain weight and get fatter.

He ran to the bathroom and into a stall as his own dirty thoughts took over his body.

He wanted to see the hyena make his clothes even tighter to his skin, which already displayed his big, round moobs and nipples to the world. And then he wanted him to eat until they ripped apart and became shredded, tattered remains more than a few sizes too small.

He wanted that growing pauch to continue to dominate the hyena's frame. He wanted to see it grow and expand until his rolls had rolls and his legs were swallowed in doughy and jiggly lard. His only defining features would be those moobs, gut, and most importantly, his gigantic ass. He wanted it to be an ass that jiggled just from breathing.

And more than anything, he wanted to be the one stuffing more food into the immobilized fatty hyena that he called his boyfriend. He wanted to be the one who came home from work to find pizza boxes lying around the room next to empty two liter bottles and ice cream tubs.

He wanted to be the one to walk in on the bedridden hyena in the middle of stuffing himself, just adding more and more fat to a body that cried out in protest. He wanted to see the stains and crumbs and half-eaten junk food litter the furry belly of the hyena.

He wanted to hook up the funnel after the hyena's jaw hurt too much from chewing or his stomach was too full. He wanted to see the desperation and even fear in the hyena's eyes, mixed with hunger and even a bit of lust as his breathing was stifled by pain.

He wanted to be the one to pour a concoction of melted cream, butter, ice cream, and processed cheese down the funnel and directly into the overstuffed and distended gut of his hyena. He wanted to strip down to just his jockstrap and grind on his hyena's painfully full stomach as he watched the immobile blob fill up.

He wanted to fuck the blob's bellybutton and rolls and make it whimper in excitement. He wanted to dig through the fatty underbelly of his blob and fight the fupa that encased his blob's dick to jerk it for a few, meaningless pumps of semen that it would produce. He wanted to hear his blob try to speak through the funnel as thousands and thousands of calories were forced inside.

He wanted to jiggle and shake the ocean of dough and elicit as many belches and gurgles that he could from his whale. And finally, he wanted to fuck that mouth in the last few moments that his whale had before his body simply gave out on him.

And that was what scared him. All his fantasies ended in the same or a similar way. They went from happy stuffing sessions to eating oneself to death. And the worst part of it all, was that he wanted that whale to be Hughie. His best friend. The man he loved more than anything on the planet. The man he never wanted to hurt. And his hottest fantasy was to feed Hughie until he was too fat to move, too fat to breathe, and then too fat to live.

He looked down at his paw as he came down from his afterglow and clarity began to retake control of his brain. That glob of fluid in his paw was the driving force of his perverted and cruel desires towards his best friend. And he had to remind himself that it was his best friend he was thinking about when those dark fantasies resurfaced, if for no other reason than to bring about the shame necessary to keep himself from acting on those thoughts.

But, as he washed his hands in the sink, he knew that it was getting more difficult each day, as Hughie seemed to be gaining weight at a nearly unnatural pace. He had to have gained nearly 75 pounds in the last year, and they were clearly visible on his chubby body.

As Gary made his way from the back of the restaurant to the front, he stumbled upon Hughie bending over to pick up his phone, displaying his round ass cheeks as if he had positioned them just for Gary to see. Even after his escapade in the bathroom, Gary's cock tightened in his pants almost immediately.

This story is getting darker than I had initially imagined, but I don't plan on altering it as the words come to me. As always, comments and constructive feedback are welcomed and appreciated.