It all Started with a Second Coffee Ch 6
Hughie is a hyena who has noticed that he's a bit larger than he used to be. However, he enjoys the perks of his job too much to make any changes to his diet. Meanwhile, his best friend Gary, a red fox, would prefer to see a few more pounds added to Hughie's growing frame.
In Chapter 6, Gary and Hughie have their first date in Hughie's apartment. When Gary gets intimate, Hughie's struggles with his fat body and self image come to light, forcing a serious of conversations between the two about their future.
The next steps Gary and Hughie took together were a whirlwind of emotional and physical discovery, despite their initial unspoken agreement to take things slowly. They realized almost immediately that they both felt comfortable sharing intimate thoughts with each other, and they spent their first afternoon as an official couple laying together on the couch with movies on in the background as they spoke. Gary called out of work, deciding to fake a cold. He'd take whatever shit León gave him the next day. He did not care, since the lardy hyena on the couch next to him was worth whatever minor hazing the lion would think to dish his way.
Very little of Hughie's apartment was packed into boxes that day, as the two spent the hours talking and sharing information that they had felt was too personal before they confessed.
As their conversations developed from surface level intimacy, Hughie explained his situation with Joel. He began with the how and why he seemed increasingly hostile towards both the fox and the hyena, leaving Gary only feeling more incensed that he didn't stand up to the wolf the last time he saw him. Some of the things that he called Hughie were downright degrading and disgusting. Gary outwardly expressed his anger and consoled his new boyfriend with gentle touches, but inside his mind, he found the language extremely hot and they would be a part of the ideal roleplay scenario. It was a difficult sensation for the fox to reconcile, and something that he worried would become an issue for their relationship.
Their first foray into Hughie's repressed trauma snowballed into the second. The depressing situation Hughie had found himself in the past month, partially due to stress with Joel, also resided in seeing Ryan again one weekend. Although he had broken up with Hughie months prior, seeing the buff tiger in such a good place struck a nerve with the hyena. He was still trying to process his emotions, and Ryan had moved on like their three years together meant nothing.
His new arm candy, some twinkish deer, was practically walking around the grocery store inside Ryan's pants. The tiger didn't need to say much to justify himself, and there was nothing that Hughie could say or do to show him his mistake. After all, he had only gotten fatter since their relationship ended, and that was the main reason why they fought so much and broke up in the end.
Gary, once again upset at how everyone around Hughie treated him like shit for his weight, was secretly ecstatic that all the chips had fallen in his favor. It was incredibly shallow for him to be attracted to a fatter Hughie, but the fox had everything he wanted. In the end, the only thing that mattered was if Hughie was happy with him, and so far, he had not complained about Gary groping his body. The fox found himself unable to keep his paws to himself, especially now that this forbidden fruit of doughy hyena was his to touch and caress.
Physical touch was just one of the new developments for the pair. They came to an understanding that clothing was now less of a necessity inside Gary's apartment, and Gary spent the afternoon in his boxers. It was a bit of a catch twenty-two for the hyena. One the one paw, he was nearly out of shirts that fit him, but on the other, he was somewhat self conscious about his body.
It was apparent to the fox, who noticed how his touches drew the slightest flinch from the hyena. It took a serious discussion through that afternoon and into the evening, where the two spoke of boundaries, past trauma, and self respect before they came to an understanding.
Gary, doubling down on his level of comfortability around his boyfriend, explained that he trusted his partner to like him for whatever his appearance was, and as such, had no qualms about showing off his body. He maintained that if Hughie felt apprehensive about his body, they did not have to do anything that would make him uncomfortable. Gary did his best not to display his true opinion in his speech, but it was incredibly difficult. The fox was desperate to see the hyena's moobs bounce with every step and movement, just as his wobbling and heavy gut would do with every breath. He wanted to cup and feel and grope and pinch and squish and lick and bite and--
He was getting off track and his lust for Hughie's body was probably not as beneficial to his cause if he scared him away before they could even get physically intimate.
So Gary tabled his inner desires for the moment and returned to the task of easing Hughie into physical touch with his larger form. They agreed to start slowly, with clothes on. Well, with Hughie wearing clothes, at least. Gary had stripped off his shirt and shorts within minutes of their couch date becoming official. He was down to his boxers, with an erect cock hidden underneath both his underwear and Hughie's jockstrap. A sizable wet spot had soaked through both articles of clothing and the fox would have been all over his new boyfriend from the beginning if not for the mugs of hazelnut coffee in his paws.
Gary's mind was jumping around too much for his own good. He was both getting ahead of himself and also missing the present. His paws caressed the arms of Hughie, and he was leaning into his neck. The hyena had still not showered, and his alluring musk of dried sweat was layered with hints of sugar and vanilla, no doubt from the copious amounts of unhealthy food from highly processed ingredients that were practically coursing through Hughie's body. The artificial, processed foods that would do nothing but add pound after pound to the hyena's ever expanding stomach.
One day, he hoped to see Hughie too fat for his own good.
Gary was hit with a surge of guilt, pulling his arms away with a jolt. His rational mind was returning. His conscience was making a last-ditch attempt to make him see reason. His heart was begging and pleading for him not to ruin the health of his new boyfriend.
However, his cock was making an equally compelling case that Hughie was likely to continue to gain weight on his own, and a few extra cookies with every meal wouldn't hurt any more than the thousands of calories already inside the hyena's gut. There was no shame in liking what he liked, and if fat was his vice, then it was all that he could do to lean in to what he wanted.
"Is... everything alright, Gary?" Hughie asked with a quiver in his voice that drew Gary's gaze.
The hyena was trying to hide it, but Gary could see the glint of fear. Fear of rejection. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
"Yes! Of course!" came the hurried reply of the equally frightened fox. He began to lean back into the hyena's ample side, but Hughie shifted a bit in his seat.
"You don't have to. I... I know that I'm much different from the hyena I was in college, and I know that you're saying that my weight doesn't matter that much, but it has to! I just know that it does! I'm nearly twice the size I was just a few years ago, and almost none of my clothes fit, and I haven't tried to go running in almost a year, and I can't stand on my feet for more than an hour without feeling like they're going to break in pain, and I can't walk more than a few minutes without panting, and my back hurts all the time, and I'm just this hideous blob of fat and fur and..."
Hughie, having gone from screaming to crying, was struggling to catch his breath after a breakthrough that would have taken many dozens of counseling sessions to reach. He was struggling to breathe, both from the mucus coming out of his nose and how out of shape he was. More sweat coated his pits and back. He truly appeared to be in a downward spiral that culminated in this explosion of emotion.
And, as much as Hughie's distress pulled on Gary's heartstrings, the things that he was saying were incredible. His hardness throbbed in his boxers. His hesitation just a moment ago was the straw that broke the camel's back, but their talk earlier had only gone so far into Hughie's trauma. Now, it was becoming clearer to the fox that the hyena was deeply unhappy and upset about his weight. He was disgusted with how much he had let himself go. He hated that he couldn't resist the temptation of food. Every bite that went down his throat was just another pound added to his hips, his belly, his chins, and his rear.
It was a conundrum and Gary knew he was on the wrong side. He knew that he shouldn't, but now... now was the opportunity to try and change Hughie's mind about his size. Even if he could never convince the hyena to gain more weight, he would be damned if he let his new boyfriend lose his delicious, pudgy frame without a fight.
"Hugh...?" Gary reached out and put his hand on the hyena's mane.
There was no response, but Hughie sniveled and turned his head. Tears had stained his fur and his eyes were a bit bloodshot.
"I... I don't know what I can say to help you see yourself the way I see you. I really, truly, don't mind the way your appearance has changed over the years. If anything, I like you even more like this." Emphasizing his point, Gary placed both of his paws on the sides of Hughie's stomach and squeezed.
He continued to move over, eventually positioning himself on the hyena's lap. He moved from simply touching Hughie's sides to groping them and leaned in closer. "I know me telling you once, or twice, or a dozen times how sexy you are won't fix everything, but I really think you are. And..." He placed a paw on the hem of Hughie's shirt, which had risen to just under his belly button. "I really want to see what's underneath all these clothes." He kissed Hughie on his nose. "Only if you're okay with that, of course."
Was he being sexy? Or was he just overstepping and making Hughie uncomfortable? As he contemplated moving off the hyena's lap, something hard under his ass gave him the confidence to stay.
"O...kay," came a ragged reply.
Gary flashed a grin at the flustered hyena underneath him, grinding against his stomach. Spurred on by the groan that he received for this action, he leaned down into Hughie's neck and inhaled deeply. It wasn't as potent as he would have liked, but Gary was satiated for the moment. He would have his chance later, once he could get hyena's pits exposed.
Speaking of, Hughie was still fully clothed, while Gary was down to next to nothing. He leaned in again to the flushed cheeks of the hyena and kissed him on the lips. He maintained his composure and kept it as simple and sweet as he could, despite his desire to open Hughie's mouth with his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Gary placed both paws on the bottom of Hughie's shirt. "Can I...?"
A shaky nod was the only reply he received. It sufficed. With a lustful gaze, Gary dragged his paws up Hughie's bloated stomach, digging one digit into his belly button as a splurge and treat for himself. He was able to fit about half of his index finger, but in his mind, it was all the way to his knuckle. He earned another moan from the hyena, however, it was likely due in part to the pain he felt from the exorbitant amount of food he had eaten just a few hours prior.
As Hughie's shirt was pulled up to his chest, Gary paused. In his mind, he was imagining that Hughie had gotten so large that this shirt served as little more than a homemade bra. A stomach so expansive, so dominating, so overflowing... Moobs that put even artificial implants to shame. Spots that were stretched into oblong ovals while others were squished under rolls of lard. A belly button so deep that he could fuck it without reaching the navel.
"Everything... alright?" Hesitation had returned to Hughie's tone.
"Eh?" He realized that by pausing, he was giving the nervous hyena the wrong impression. "Everything's perfect. You're perfect." He accentuated his satisfaction with a playful lick of one of Hughie's moobs.
Hughie's blush was apparent even underneath his fur, and Gary's warm tongue caused him to squirm and squeal. "You're... just being nice because you're thinking with your dick." He chuckled nervously.
Gary knew he was hiding behind humor, or attempting to, at the very least. Putting himself down with humor would work in most situations, but the fox wasn't going to just drop it and let the hyena get away with it. Particularly because he was correct.
"Well," Gary shuffled back a bit. "I don't think I'm the only one thinking like that."
He put his fingers inside Hughie's sweatpants and began to pull them down. He had to lift the hyena's stomach up slightly to get both his sweats and underwear, a subtle action that drew an exhilarating sensation in the back of the fox's mind. Once Hughie's crotch was exposed, Gary let go of the paw that was holding the hyena's stomach and moved it to his cock. A brief burst of electricity and a skipped beat of his heart, and Gary was rubbing Hughie's shaft. The two became momentarily lost in each other's actions. Gary was enjoying the face that Hughie was making, and Hughie was buzzing from the gentle stroking of his cock.
While he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Hughie was as confused as he was turned on by his new boyfriend's behavior. He had never seen someone be so relaxed around his fatter body.
Ryan had done little more than give him a pity handjob or two in the last year that they were together. He had stopped touching him in any type of loving capacity. The tiger moved to a new apartment and suggested that Hughie could only move in once he was fully unpacked and settled in. Needless to say, the tiger never had any plan of them being together for the long haul.
He was overwhelmed that someone could stand the sight of him looking like he did right now. How someone could look at him the way Ryan used to look at him when they first started going out. When they were dumb college kids who were touch-starved, closeted, and just trying to find a reason to live. When the electricity between them kept them from being apart for more than a couple of days. When they wanted to do little else than kiss and touch each other.
He was overwhelmed and teary-eyed. How could someone like Gary, a svelte fox who could have the attention of any guy he desired, choose him? How could this fox kiss his disgusting body? How could his best friend choose him over the many attractive men at his work? How could Gary say that he wanted to date Hughie when Hughie was so repulsive and ugly? How could Gary be here, right now, stroking him off with the most content smile he had ever seen from a lover?
He was overwhelmed, teary-eyed, and hyperventilating. It was too much. He couldn't keep going. He couldn't handle this moment.
"S-Stop! Please!" He cried out, voice shaking and tears on his tongue.
In an instant, the fox on top of him released his grip. His eyes widened and he let go of Hughie's sweatpants, causing them to snap back to his waist. He didn't speak, but he did get off the hyena's lap and moved to sit on the coffee table behind them.
"I-I just can't do this. I'm sorry."
The fox nodded. "Ok. Alright." He looked around the room. "I uhm... Is it... I'm sorry."
Hughie felt more guilt overcome him. Now, he was making the fox uncomfortable. He couldn't explain it to him, let alone explain it to his own brain. He couldn't explain why he was so distraught, because he didn't understand it himself.
Gary bent over to grab his shirt off the floor and threw it on over his head. His body didn't jiggle with every movement. His arms weren't flabby and saggy. His pecs weren't soft and droopy. His stomach was not taut and overstretched. No, he was not some overgrown blob that did little more than eat, sleep, and eat some more. He was not being swallowed by his body. He was not a slave to his hunger. He was not addicted to sugar and sweets. He was not a sweaty lardball who was only fit for stuffing his face and eating himself to a quick death.
He was not an abject failure in life. Unlike Hughie.
"I know it's been a long day, and we've both said a lot, but..." Gary hesitated. "Maybe we should talk about this a bit more?"
It was both a question and a strong suggestion. Hughie wanted to do anything else at that moment. He would rather just bury himself in a tub of ice cream and pretend that none of the events of the day had happened. Living life on autopilot was how he survived the last couple of years. It was how he avoided dealing with the worst moments of his life. It was how he lived through Ryan's blatant and obvious cheating. It was how he laughed off Joel's insults. It was how he stomached the disgust in his mother's voice. It was how he ignored the stares and mutterings behind his back at work. It was how he blocked out his doctor's threats and warnings about what he was doing to himself.
He was in the middle of the cycle, with no way out and no desire to break the wheel. And along came this fox named Gary, his best friend and, on most days, the only source of light in his darkness, who wanted to talk about something that was so painful to him. But Gary did not appear to be disgusted with him. So, why?
"We do?"
Another nod from the fox. "I really think so. If this... us, is going to work, I really think we should talk." He adjusted his shirt to cover his crotch. "I don't know if you should start, or what you should start with, but I don't think I should talk at you, or tell you how to feel."
Tears continued to well up in the corners of Hughie's eyes. Gary was being so nice and respectful of his feelings. He was completely different to anyone else in his life.
"I hate that I've gotten so fat. My life has never been as shitty as it has been in the last year, and it's all due to my weight." The words sprang from the depths of the recesses of Hughie's mind, breaking free from the numerous locked doors he had tried to hide that part of his self image. Denial and ignorance were his only method of pushing that thought down and away, but no longer.
The words were not only painful for Hughie to say; they were also painful for Gary to hear. The fox squeezed his eyes shut. That was absolutely the last thing he wanted Hughie to admit. How were they going to reconcile this difference of opinion? Gary couldn't do anything about that, right? Hughie was his own man, with his own autonomy and the right to lose weight if he wanted to do so, and Gary couldn't force him to stay the same size he was, or gain even more weight, could he?
"You aren't saying anything, Gary. You don't have to humor me any more about my weight." Tears were drying up and anger was beginning to take hold of the hyena. "You wanted to talk about it, so let's talk about it!"
It was here. The moment had arrived much sooner than Gary had planned, but he needed to tell Hughie the truth. If this was the breaking point in their few hours as an official couple, then he would do whatever he could to help Hughie lose weight, as his friend. He would never hold it against him. He would never be mad at him for losing weight, dieting, and getting back into a slimmer body. However, he would absolutely miss the soft rolls and inflated stomach that he had grown accustomed to, and the voracious appetite that got him excited and stiff as a board.
"Hugh..." Gary put his paw on the hyena's knee. "No matter what, I want you to know that I will support whatever decision you make, and whoever you want to be is someone I will do everything I can to support. I say all of this to say that I..." He swallowed. "I like that you are fat."
The hyena scoffed.
"No, really! I'm serious." The fox whined. "Maybe that was too direct. Sorry. What I mean to say is--"
"Is that you like that I'm fat."
The way that he said it, Gary had no idea how he was taking it. It didn't sound like he was offended by the fox's statement, but he couldn't be sure of anything. He had danced around the subject earlier, but the cat was out of the bag now.
As the silence continued, Gary's nerves got the better of him and he opened his mouth again. "I don't know if I can explain it all that well, but it's just a personal taste. You know, like how usually guys like washboard abs, or muscles, or twinks, or whatever. For me, I like guys with some meat on their bones, and a nice, soft, warm belly to hug." He was unable to stop digging himself deeper into a hole. It was like he was trying to tell Hughie that he was some kind of fetish bait.
"But, that's not to say that I don't like you for you. You know, like I like you no matter what size you are. Like, that doesn't really matter to me and I just want to be with you and if you want to lose weight and diet, I'll be right there beside you to help you and motivate you and do whatever you need me to do to help you. But I don't want you to feel either that you can't tell me these kinds of things, because I don't want you to think I'd be upset if you lost weight because I like fat guys. Wait, no. That came out wrong. I didn't mean that I want you to stay fat or gain even more weight or--"
Gary's foot could not be deeper inside his mouth than it currently was at the end of his last statement. His true feelings had been revealed in his anxious ramblings just now, and there was no way that Hughie had missed them.
"I see. Uhm... I wasn't expecting that, to be honest." Hughie accentuated his nerves with a cackle. "I guess I'm glad that you like that I'm fat, but I really don't think I want this. I want to lose weight. I want to start running again."
The fox looked down at the floor, bushy tail drooping as well. He had meant what he said. He truly did. But, to hear it confirmed once again was a bit disheartening. He really, truly, was going to help Hughie lose weight, but to have to suffer through the weight loss journey and watch those beautiful, lardy thighs shrink would be difficult.
"But uhm, we can still do something right now, maybe. I don't know." Hughie started to fidget in his seat, clearly aware of the shift in the mood. "You did take off work tonight, so maybe we can watch a movie or something and heat up some of the leftovers."
Gary shrugged. The mood was gone. He was going to put on a brave face for Hughie's sake, but it was going to take him a while to process what the hyena told him.
"Sure, that sounds alright."
A pang struck Gary's chest. He was hurt, but he didn't know how to process it. It wasn't his decision to make. He could only be supportive of his new partner.
He curled up in the space on the couch next to the overweight hyena's hips and wrapped his arm around Hughie's rotund stomach, once more for old time's sake. As Hughie surfed through the movie options, a rather loud growl broke the silence.
"Maybe we could heat up the leftovers now while I find us a movie?"
Well, this chapter was pretty emotional for me. It might not have been the most chronological chapter, but the buildup in the second half hit close to home and I felt the need to include each segment as it appeared. I see a lot of myself in both Gary's and Hughie's characters and I have really appreciated the ride they have been on so far. initially, I just wanted to write a story where a hyena gets uncontrollably hungry and eats himself to immobility to the delight of his feeder boyfriend, but the more I write, the more I want that journey to feel "real," if that makes sense. Which will be the end result. Inevitably, Hughie will become an immobile blob of fat in the future. It's just the journey to that point that I have to craft. Suggestions are welcomed!
There is still much more to come from this fic, but I feel that I need to take a short break and process some emotions of my own and work on some different projects. It will be no later than a couple of months before the next update. As always, comments and constructive feedback are welcomed and appreciated. Until next time!