hehe, I was hungry -//w//-


Happy Birthday, Udi

Huckleberry Sawdust the Bear belongs to me
Udolph the pup belongs to  Udolph-not-Rudolph

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Fine Cuisine

It was a beautiful night. There was not a single cloud in the sky. A gentle, temperate breeze was blowing its Venetian air among the canals and calles, weaving past gondolas and gondoliers, past jovial street musicians practicing their trade and between the bodies of passionate lovers, whispering into each other’s ears atop the Rialto Bridge.
A bear sat at a white-mantled table. He was finely dressed—or at least his outfit must have appeared fine at some point earlier in the evening. His black tuxedo coat and vest hung open and there were all manner of food stains upon his buttoned shirt, making his broad gut appear more like the canvas of some impressionistic painting, doused as it was in color. His massive paw picked another oyster shell from the dish set in front of him and he drained its contents into his maw with an inelegant slurp.
“Antiche Carampane” said the pup sitting across from him.
The bear scavenged the final remnants out of the oyster with his front teeth and upper lip. He gulped loudly.
“Hmm… mmmm…” he almost moaned, his eyes closed as he nodded. He tilted his head closer. “One more time?”
The pup giggled a bit, blushing. “Antiche Carampane,” he repeated.
The bear nodded, eyes narrowed. He opened his maw as though to speak. What escaped it, however, was a loud and untempered belch that flung saucy droplets of spittle splotching onto the pup’s cheek and a little onto his tux. This only caused him to blush a little more.
“S-sorry,” the bear chuckled. “What I meant to say was… I’m sorry, one more time please?”
“It’s called the Antiche Carapane,” the pup repeated once more, this time very carefully working his lips around each of the foreign syllables.
“Ooookay,” the bear laughed. He blinked quickly, repositioning himself on his chair as though bracing himself. “Heeere we go… let’s try this…” A moment of silence, and then… “Aunteechee Carahpaineh.”
The pup hid a snicker behind his paw, beaming at the bear across the table. “Y-yeah, that’s close enough,” he said after taking a moment to compose himself. “A lot better than the other ones.”
“That’s a start,” the bear grinned, boyishly proud of himself. With a ravenous gesture, he reached down and plucked another oyster from the plate.
Huck and Udolph had been going out together ever since they first landed in Venice earlier that morning. Udolph had exclaimed that he knew so many restaurants they simply had to go to, and Huck had snickered down at him with a great bearish grin. “We should go to all of them,” he had said, “tonight.”
And so here they were, on the fifth stop of their tour. Udolph had long ago eaten his fill and was now only drinking from a small cup of white wine. Huck, on the other hand, had barely even stopped long enough to take a breath.
“It’s one of the top restaurants in Venice, you know,” Udolph said as he watched with dreamy eyes as yet another oyster disappeared down the great grizzly’s gullet. He rested his head on his palm and smiled.
“Mmmhmm,” Huck replied between slurps. He was now holding three oysters per paw and was guzzling them down as though they would explode if he left them on the plate for too long.
“How are the oysters?” Udolph asked.
“Hmmm?”
“The oysters. How are they?”
Huck set down the empty shells and licked at his fingers greedily. “Finished,” he said. “Where’s that waiter?”
Udolph blinked quickly. He looked down at the plate. There were piles of oily oyster shells stacked on top of each other, but not a single one remained undevoured. They were all gone. Every single one of them. Udolph was astounded. No more than a minute had passed since the bear started eating.
“They’re all gone…” Udolph nearly whispered, his surprise quickly transforming into awe.
“That’s right,” Huck nodded. He pat the upper bend of his gut and a heavy burp escaped past his lips. “Ahhahh~” the bear chuckled, “that was great for a mouthful! But enough with the appetizers, let’s get into some real business.” He waved over a passing waiter, a slim gentleman in a fine black suit.
“Posso aiutarla, signore?” the waiter asked with a slight bow.
“Ahhh!” Huck grinned boisterously, “Wee wee, mon seigneur!”
Udolph hid his face behind his palm, blushing. “Hucky, that’s French.”
“Pizza!” the bear continued. He lifted his paws in front of him and held them a broad distance apart, as though trying to mime the size of the pizza. His arms were stretched as far at each side as they would go. “Manger Pizza, sí? Sí, Mon Capitaine?”
“Still French…” Udolph muttered, his cheeks growing progressively redder.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t serve pizza here…” the waiter said in a sigh. His accent in English was only faintly Venetian.
“Oh, you speak English!” Huck beamed.
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Fantastic! That’ll make things a lot smoother then, won’t it?”
“I would hope so, sir.”
Huck placed both his paws on his gut and leaned back, letting out an uproarious burst of laughter. “Good man, good man!”
The edge of the waiter’s mouth creased with the slightest twitch of a smile.
“What’s your name, good sir?” Huck asked, giddy.
“It’s Giorgio, sir. Philippe Giorgio.”
“Alright then, Philip! What do you suggest I have tonight?”
“Of course sir,” Philippe replied with another slight bow. “My personal recommendation would be the Spaghetti del Doge alla Granseola, our crab spaghetti dish. It’s exquisite. You won’t find crab like this anywhere in Venice, I assure you. You could also go for the Cassopipa, that’s the one with the spicy shellfish sauce. It’s a favorite among our more regular patrons. You may also like il filleto di San Pietro, it’s a beef filet served with artichokes and herbs. La triglia dell’imbriago is another popular dish; it’s mullet cooked with red wine. There’s also il branzino in salsa di pepperoni, or sea bass served in pepper sauce, and il fritto misto di pesce con le moeche. It’s a… sort of mixed seafood stir-fry. A little bit of everything.”
Huck grinned deviously at Udolph, who only blushed as he looked back.
Philippe looked between them. “So, what’ll it be for you tonight, sirs? Would you like some time to-“
“I’ll take it,” Huck said.
Philippe blinked. “I’m sorry sir?”
“I said I’ll take it.”
“Which one, sir?”
“All of it.”
“Every dish… sir…?”
“Everything on the menu. The whole thing. And don’t do that thing you guys do where you wait until every dish is cooked before bringing it all out at once. We don’t have all night. Just bring ‘em as soon as they’re ready and keep ‘em coming!”
“A-and… and for the gentleman, sir?” Philippe asked, nodding at Udolph.
Udolph peeled his paw away from his face and looked up at the waiter. “N-nothing for me, thanks… just the wine is fine…”
“Very well, sir,” Philippe said with a nod. He took off towards the kitchen.
“Aaaand there he goes…” Huck said, following the waiter with his gaze. “Spread the good news… hmmm… nice ass…”
Udolph reached across the table and punched at Huck’s shoulder.
“Ow! No need to get all jealous! I never said it was any nicer than yours~” Huck looked towards the kitchen again. “Ooh, here we are… look, look, he’s talking to the chef… oh, I just love this… can you see his face?? Oh my God!” He snickered giddily. “Oh my God, I just love their reactions…” He put on an even gruffer voice than usual and said, “This is insane. How am I supposed to cook all this?” And then a higher-pitched one, “I have no idea, but that’s the order! Awwww, I just love this… this is so much fun…”
“I’m glad you’re having a good time Hucky…” Udolph said.
“Are you having a good time?” Huck asked.
“Oh yeah,” Udolph blushed visibly. “I’m having a blast…”
“Hehe…” the bear grinned. “I’m glad to hear it…”
Udolph grinned back.
The two looked into each other’s eyes. The great brown bear, with his black, fathomless orbs of sight, and the tangerine pup, his eyes blossoming with beads of sparkling water, like sun-kissed lilies floating on a sea of cream.
Udolph’s paw reached across the table and landed on Huck’s. The bear brought his other paw and placed it on top of the pup’s much smaller one, completely engulfing it. He gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I love you, Udi…” the bear said. His voice was deep, resounding. It was charged with meaning.
Udolph looked up at him, blinking. “I adore you, Hucky…”
A blissful smile came to the bear’s lips as he heard these words. He opened his maw as though to speak, but he was interrupted by a viciously impatient sound from below.
*ggrrrrroooaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggllluugg… glk… grroooorrgk…*
It was the bear’s stomach. It was demanding to be fed more.
Udolph’s ears immediately perked up to the sound.
“Oohhehehh~”
“Ooh~!”
“Awrf!”
“Grrooo~”
“Ooahh…”
“Hmmm~”
The pup giggled. The bear chuckled.
“Better get that belly looked after~” Udolph said in a blush.
“Hmmm, you know it… otherwise I might just gobble down whatever’s closest…” Huck replied, pointedly leaning closer to him over the table.
“Oh,” Udolph blushed even more, his gaze darting between the bear’s hungry eyes and his enormous, growling gut, still barely contained by that formerly white button shirt. “W-wait,” he said quickly, “I think that’s the waiter coming over with the meals now!”
Huck sniffed at the air. His gaze never wavered away from Udolph’s.
“You’re right…” he said with a smirk. “Saved by the bell.”
Philippe came up to the table, carrying two huge plates of food on a broad black platter. He set them down on the table one by one.
“The chef cooked extra portions for you tonight, sir. Complimentary, of course. We’re glad to have such generous patronage.”
“Good man!” Huck said, now eyeing the food hungrily.
“Il filetto di San Pietro,” Philippe said, motioning towards the first plate, “and il branzino,” he motioned to the second one. “Let me know how you find the pepper sauce. I brought two sets of cutlery in case the young sir would prefer to…”
“No, seriously,” Udolph assured him, “I’m fine.”
As he said this, Huck was already wrapping his paw around the broader part of the stake and lifting it off the plate. Completely ignoring the utensils the waiter had brought, he shoved the hunk of meat directly into his maw.
“Oomf! Gomph… gmph… amph… GLUP”
And it was gone. The waiter watched in astonishment as the entire filetto di San Pietro was reduced to a traveling bulge that descended the length of the bear’s bulbously furred gullet and disappeared into the collar of his shirt.
“Hmmm~” the bear mused, “not bad… a little short on salt for my taste.”
The waiter was paralyzed.
“Better go get some more,” Udolph said to him with a sing-song voice and an infatuated smile.
The bear burped.
This sudden blast of bodily sound seemed to knock the waiter out of his vegetative state and he rushed away towards the kitchen, a terrified expression on his face.
“See what I mean?” Huck asked as he licked each of his fingers.
“About what?”
“His ass. Look at the way he runs…”
“Hucky, he’s not really my type…”
“That’s right,” Huck said with a smirk. “I’m your type.” He picked up the sea bass in his paw, slathering pepper sauce all over his fingers and sleeve. “A huge, lardy, fatass bear that does nothing but eat.” He shoved the meal into his impatient maw. It immediately went down the same way as the steak before it… a great, sonorous gulp and a rapidly descending bulge. Little dribbles of sauce escaped the clutches of his lips and drippled down until they splattered onto his shirt, joining the multitude of colors already arranged there.
Udolph laughed, giddy. “You got me there, Hucky…”
“I know my pup,” Huck replied with a smirk. He licked at his lips, cleaning up what was left of the sauce, and then he dragged his tongue over the surface of his palm through a series of noisy slurping sounds.
“Hmmmm… this pepper sauce was excellent…”
“Was it?”
“Oh yeah… they absolutely nailed it. Remind me to give my compliments to the chef.”
“I’ll do that…” Udolph said, his voice drifting dreamily. His gaze was set on the still-expanding form of Huck’s gut, which was now truly pressing the boundaries of its cage. The shirt around it was drawn taut, and there were little openings between the buttons through which tufts of grizzly fur could be seen poking out, as though reaching for escape.
*ggaaaaooouuuurrrrrghhh…*
“slp… slup… slrp…”
Huck finished licking the last of his fingers. “Where the hell is that waiter?” he asked, craning his neck to look into the kitchen. “Those little bites just now only made me hungrier. They should really bump up the serving sizes in this place.”
“Isn’t that him over there?” Udolph asked.
As it turns out, it was. Philippe was making his way towards their table, three plates of food now balanced on his black tray. A group of three diners saw him coming and grinned, with exclamations of “finally!” and “it’s about time!” but their faces fell as Philippe walked right past them.
“Here you are, sir,” Philippe said when he reached Huck and Udolph’s table. Beads of sweat were gathering at his temples. He placed the three dishes on the table one by one, this time saying their names as he put them down. “Cassopipa, La triglia dell’imbriago, and il fritto misto di pesce con le moeche.”
“Aaaaaah, fantastic!” Huck said, rubbing his palms together.
“For your dining pleasure,” Philippe stuttered with a rushed bow. Huck immediately dug in—literally. He dipped his maw into the Cassopipa and began slurping in mouthfuls of spaghetti, flinging droplets of shellfish sauce left and right.
“W-would the gentleman bear care for something to drink?”
“Armph namph armph… groumph grmph armph armph…”
Udolph chuckled. “He likes lemonade,” he advised.
The waiter nodded and sprinted off to the kitchen, his hair disheveled and his suit coming unmade.
“Oormph… gromph awmph… ggggggllourk… GOULP”
One final gulp. A bowling bowl of pasta was forced down into the depths of the massive bear, clearly visible to the pup across the table. There was a sharp tearing sound. It was apparent the shirt didn’t have much more to give.
Huck didn’t stop. Already he was upon the next dish. He picked up one of the four mullet fillets, soaked in red wine, and quickly gulped in down.
“BBRRAAARP!”
He nodded, suddenly focused on the lingering taste in his mouth with the air of a connoisseur. “Mmmhmmm… mhmmm… mmmmmmmmmmmhmmm…” He smacked his lips. “Not bad!” He then returned to the plate. He wrapped his paw around the three remaining fillets and shoved them into his maw all at once.
Philippe arrived at the table as Huck worked the great clump of fish towards the back of his maw and forced it into his gullet. The waiter set down an empty glass and began pouring ice-cold lemonade into it from a huge jug. He gasped and let go as Huck clamped his paws around the jug and tore it from the waiter’s grip. He lifted it to his lips and drank.
“Glugg… glugg… glugg…”
The jug was empty.
“More,” Huck rasped, handing the jug back to the waiter.
Philippe nodded with a ghostly expression. He sprinted back to the kitchen once more.
Udolph sighed with a smile. “You know, sometimes I feel like you mess with them too much.”
“Are you kidding?” Huck chuckled. “I love it when they get all worked up like that.” He glanced down at the third plate. It was the mixed seafood platter.
He picked up a strange, snail-like crustacean between his thumb and index fingers. “What is this stuff anyway?” he asked, sniffing at it.
“I think you’re not supposed to eat the-“
C-CRUNCH.
Udolph winced slightly. “Never mind,” he said with a shrug.
“Awghmph… crunch… crunch… c-crunch crunch munch… glup”
The bear blinked a bit in the morsel’s aftertaste. “Hmmm… mmmmmhmmm…” He seemed to suddenly make up his mind. He gripped the edges of the plate with his paws and lifted it to his gaping maw. He tilted. The myriads of crab limbs, crustaceans, shellfish, and other randomly assorted maritime life rolled out of the plate and clumped together into the bear’s maw, his tongue positioned like a slide, guiding them one by one into his ravenous gullet.
A single shrimp managed to escape the fleshy pit of eternal doom. It rolled down the bear’s shoulder, over the bend of his gut, and ended up coming to a stop on the table in front of Udolph.
“Hmmm~” Huck said, “you can have that one if you like. It seems to like you.”
“Awww, poor little guy,” Udolph cooed as he picked up the crustacean. “Afraid of the big, mean bear, aren’t you?”
Huck growled playfully from across the table.
“What’s your name?” he asked. He brought the crustacean up to his ear. “Mister Shrimpy Shrimpetey Shrimper Shrimp?”
Huck chuckled.
“Well I’m sorry, Shrimpy,” Udi continued, “but I’m just stuffed… you’re going to have to learn to face your fears.”
Huck nudged his eyebrows up and down at Udolph and pointed to his open maw.
“Alright, alright, here he goes. Don’t worry, Shrimpy. You’re going to a much better place, I can promise you that. Have a nice trip!” With that he tossed the shrimp through the air towards Huck.
The bear was expecting this. He snatched the shrimp out of the air, his jaw clamping around it with a voracious “schnomp!” When his maw next opened, the shrimp was gone.
“Goodbye, Shrimpy…” Udolph said. He gazed down the breadth of Huck’s rotund form, trying to picture where exactly the shrimp might be in its digestive journey. As he watched there was a loud snap and one of the shirt buttons burst loose. Udolph ducked reflexively as though dodging a bullet.
“Yowlp!”
The clang of glass and a quiet sploosh. Udolph peeked up over the side of the table. The button had been flung into his glass of white wine. “Ooheheh,” he laughed, sitting up straight again. He picked up the glass, swished it a bit, and then drank.
Snapsnapsnapsnappettysnapsnapsnap… snap.
Udolph found himself peppered by an array of rogue buttons, ricocheting off the wall behind him and all over the table.
“Ow! Awrf, Hucky! You could have poked my eye out! How could…” Udolph’s voice faded off and his jaw hung open.
“Ooooooaaaaaaahhhh…” Huck was moaning, leaning back on his chair and kneading at his newly released girth. It was massive. It had expanded to easily three times its former diameter, and it was pushing the table up, causing some of the empty plates to clink together as they slid closer to each other. Huck let out a tiny burp as he pressed his knuckles into his lower folds.
Udolph’s cheeks were burning red. Paws trembling, he clamored over the table, knocking aside some of the plates and causing them to crash into the ground and shatter. Neither pup nor bear gave a single flinch. Udolph crawled on all fours on the table until he was looking up at the planetoid of a gut. He lifted a trembling paw, and found it grasped by Huck’s own. The bear guided the pup’s paw until he was pressing it into the broad, furred, living surface, kneading just above the titanic bellybutton.
“Oooohhh…” Udolph moaned.
Huck echoed this sentiment with a moan of his own and a fresh set of inner gurgles.
*ggrrk… gruck… grrrruuurrrrrrggggrgrgrgrgrgrgrgroak*
“Oh… Hucky…” Udolph swooned. He pressed his lips to it, just besides the bellybutton. A loving smooch.
Philippe cleared his throat.
Udolph gasped. He made to move away from Huck’s gut, but the bear only set his other paw on Udolph’s shoulder and pressed his head back against him. The pup’s head was on its side now, his ear pressed into the enormous furred balloon. His expression dissolved into a blissful blush as another round of inner groans and gurgles echoed inside.
“I… I’m just going to put these down right here,” Philippe said, and set down the last dish and a full jug of lemonade.
It was the crab spaghetti, the Spaghetti del Doge alla Granseola. As Huck’s eyes fell on it his nose begun to sniff in its direction and his gut released a fresh chorus of groans, clamoring to be fed again. Udolph felt as though he was floating…
“Udi…” Huck said gently. “Could you… c-could you hand me that, please?”
Udolph reached for the dish with a trembling paw. He set it down on the upper bend of the bear’s gut.
“O-open up,” Udolph stammered.
Huck did so. Udolph was looking up into that massive open maw, that broad, pinkish tongue, dribbling with salivation and extended forwards like a red carpet, just waiting patiently to be trod upon. His rows of teeth, sharp and deadly, but also a healthy shade of white. The roof of his mouth, that moist palette, the ceiling of a cathedral arching above him and shrouding him in shadow, and then his gullet. His eyes were inadvertently drawn to it. Every fold of inner flesh seemed to guide his gaze towards it. The bear was breathing through his maw. The gullet was hanging open, his uvula swaying oh-so-slightly at the passing breath. He could see the glistening of little globules of syrupy saliva catching the light as they slowly crawled into the tunnel of flesh and out of sight beyond the back bend of that enormous tongue.
“Aaaaahhh~?”
Udolph had to blink. Huck had blasted him with a face-full of bear’s breath, and the stench of it had caused his nose to crinkle and his eyelids to close in reflex. This seemed to snap him out of his hypnotized state.
“O-oh…” Udolph said, “y-yeah… s-sorry… here…”
He picked a large clump of spaghetti up with his paw, making sure to gather lots of sauce and crab bits with it, and lifted it towards the waiting maw above him. The enormous bear lips immediately closed around his arm. He felt a suction… he had been tightly holding on to the spaghetti. He had to focus on letting his paw relax. He closed his eyes. This only gave him another vision of the inside of Huck’s maw, his arm now lodged in its center, pulled in past its elbow, the great tongue wrapped around it and suckling… suckling…
“Hmgh…”
His fingers released the paw-full of spaghetti. There was a fresh bout of suction. A gulp. It was gone.
The bear’s lips relaxed and his tongue lolled out, releasing the pup’s arm. Udolph shuddered as he withdrew his now saliva-soaked limb. He pressed his ear to the bear’s chest. Just within, he could hear the sounds of the paw-full of crab spaghetti making its way deeper and deeper inside…
“Hmmmm…” Huck moaned. “Not bad… I like the added taste. Really complements the crab flavor.”
“A-added… taste…?
“You, of course…” Huck grinned. He reached down and dragged his tongue up the side of the pup’s cheek, lathering him in its syrupy moistness. Udolph moaned and leaned into the lick, his body almost begging to follow it all the way into the bear’s maw.
“Ooooh…” Huck groaned, “I think I know what the key ingredient here is…”
“H-Hucky…” Udolph said with a pained expression, “n-not here… l-later…”
“Later, later, later…” Huck said, rolling his eyes. “But why not now? Why not… here?”
“N-no… n-not here… there’s more places to go, and… a-and you’re still not full…”
“Hurmmm… you’re right,” Huck grimaced. “You wouldn’t be a very good guide from inside, now would you…?”
“And I wouldn’t be able to see this beautiful belly grow even larger…” Udolph whispered, massaging circles into his lover’s titanic belly, as he often would.
“Ooohhh…” Huck groaned aloud. “F-fine… help me finish this dish…”
Udolph nodded, biting his lower lip. He placed his paws around the edges of the plate and lifted it up to the bear’s waiting maw. He pressed an edge to the lower lip. He tipped. The spaghetti slid inside in one clumpy mass of creamy pasta goodness.
“Oooughmph!”
Huck moaned. He worked the food around in his maw, chewing this way and that, savoring it with gusto. A slight grimace came across his face. It was missing something… it just wasn’t quite the same without…
“GOUMPH!”
All of a sudden, Udolph found himself once more being engulfed head-first into his bear’s maw. He yelped in surprise. What was Huck doing!? They were in a public place! And they still had so many places left to go, so much more to stuff, so much… so much… ooohhh…
Udolph found he couldn’t resist giving into the sensations around him… he was being shifted around along with the warm, pasty mass of pasta, caressed by inner muscles, lathered with sauce and crab and thick, sticky saliva. He felt himself being swished left and right, savored hungrily by the broad muscle beneath him, which pressed him to the bear’s palette and suckled.
Pressure… pressure… Huck was suckling everything towards the back of his maw. Udolph found himself being drawn towards it as well. Just when he thought his snout would be poking into the back of the bear’s gullet, however, he stopped. He was being held back by his foot-paw. He looked up just in time to see the great mass of pasta being shoved into the ravenous tunnel of flesh and disappearing into its depths.
“Sshrlurp~!”
Udolph popped back into the outside world. The light was blinding, and the fresh air felt chilly as it blew past his fur. He suddenly felt a muscle being pressed to his chest. The bear’s tongue. He was being licked clean.
“Ough… ogh… H-Hucky… Hucky, stop! Stop, that… oh, that tickles!”
The bear continued, licking every side and corner of his pasta-stained pup as though he were licking clean one of his fingers. He then set Udolph down on the empty plate at the table and picked up the jug of lemonade. He drained it in just a few gulps.
Udolph blinked. He swayed a bit on the spot. It took a few moments for him to realize just what had happened.
He looked up.
“H-Hucky…?”
The bear beamed down at him over the bend of his girth.
“Udi?”
Udolph’s eyes traced down until they settled once again on the enormous exposed gut of his lover. It was truly massive now. Udolph tried to picture how many pups like him might fit inside that titanic belly, and the thought started making him dizzy. Twenty pups? No, thirty… more than that… forty pups… forty five…
“We’ve got to keep stuffing you…” Udolph said, wrapping his arms around as much of the gut as he could. It was so broad that he couldn’t even reach where it started to bend away from him.
“We will…”
“We need to make you bigger… s-so, so much bigger…”
“Gigantic…”
“I’m going to make sure you eat until you just can’t fit even one more bite.”
“Not even a single green pea.”
“I adore you, Hucky…”
“And I adore you, Udi…”