Pan looked over at his display case and sighed. Today was a slow day, and his store was still filled with all the deserts he prepared. A rainbow of cupcakes and donuts sat in trays alongside an array of soft cookies and chewy brownie bars just waiting to be eaten. With so many pastries left and the store about to close, what is Pan to do? Nowadays, his customers are so astute in their baked goods that they could reject a day-old donut from a mile away! Pan rubbed into his slightly distended belly that pressed up against his apron and moaned. He was on his last cupcake from one of the trays he had on display, and his stomach was not agreeing with the sugar spike it was digesting into his system. Usually, Pan would call Hund, his big bulky garbage disposal of a husky friend, to help eat him out of this. However, Pan was disappointed to hear that Hund’s girlfriend recruited Hund to “empty out” a local bar specialized in metal music.

“Why are they even into metal music? I thought Tanu was into pop music.” Pan grumbled to himself as his belly gurgled in discontent. Suddenly, Pan could hear a ringing from his front door. “A customer!” Pan thought.

Through the door stepped a hyena with a slight build, sporting a red long-sleeved shirt, black mullet, and a hungry look in his eyes. Pan watched cautiously to see what the yeen wanted. At this hour, he heard stories of preds who wished for a livelier snack than his pastries. Despite his slightness, one feature on the yeen bulged prominently, and that was his belly. Said belly looked firm as if the yeen had a big meal before this dessert, but his eyes suggested to Pan this was the yeen’s first course.

With a cough, Pan composed himself and welcomed the late customer. “Welcome to Pandanomia! How can I help you.” The yeen looked at Pan, broken by his hungry state by the ridiculous name. “Pandanomia?” the yeen asked.

“Yeah, because I’m a panda, and these are my noms.” Pan said, gesturing at his display case. Gzerad simply stared at him with a look that implied he was not amused by the pun. “Maybe this is why I am running out of business.” Pan thought to himself.

An awkward silence followed this exchange, but it was soon broken by the yeen’s next question. “What’s your name?” the yeen asked. “Pan,” Pan answered. “Pan, the red panda?” Gzerad asked. Even more awkward silence followed as the yeen processed Pan’s apt yet potentially lazy naming. “What’s yours then?” Pan asked, nervously trying to cast away the judgment the yeen was projecting. “Gzerad,” the yeen said. Soon after, his belly growled. “But you can call me hungry.”
Pan quickly fell back into the flow of his sales, “Right! So, what can I get you?” Pan asked. “Cupcakes!” Gzerad said curtly. Pan bent over, his newly acquired belly pressing into his legs. As Pan grabbed one of the cupcakes, Gzerad gestured to Pan. “I meant the whole tray.”

Pan cocked an eyebrow, confused by the yeen’s request, but a low gurgle made Pan move faster to fulfill Gzerad’s request. Gzerad quickly placed both his hands on either side of the tray and raised it to his open maw. With a slight tilt, each fluffy colorfully iced confection plopped into his mouth, wrappers, and all. Pan was stunned by what he was seeing. Was this yeen really that hungry? He stopped in the middle of snacking on his half-finished cupcake as Gzerad devoured his whole tray of cupcakes before him. As each cupcake popped behind Gzerad’s fanged jaws, they created bulges that traveled down his constricting throat. Soon the cupcakes were carried past Gzerad’s chest to the prominent belly Pan noticed peaking from under Gzerad’s shirt.

“Wow!” Pan said as the last cupcake fell into Gzerad’s mouth. A slight blush was forming on his face. Pan always wants to make sure his friends were fed both as a sign of affection and to feed his own desire for a nicely stuffed stomach. As the last cupcake traveled down Gzerad’s throat, Pan’s eyes again gravitated toward the yeen’s belly. “Not a dent. Where does it all go?” Pan thought, amazed.

With a slight burp, Pan was snapped out of his trance as Gzerad gestured for another tray. A rational store owner would have stopped Gzerad to tell him to pay. However, Pan was not sound at this point. He had two desires he needed to fulfill: the need to clear out this leftover inventory and the need to get the current belly attached to Gzerad more significant. Pan scuttled his way behind the counter and grabbed another tray.

Cupcakes, cookies, chocolate eclairs, and brownies. All the desserts Pan worried about going stale soon were going down to Gzerad’s ever-expanding belly. Pan watched dumbfounded as each treat added to the digesting mound bugling out the yeen’s torso. While Gzerad was demolishing tray after tray like clockwork, Pan was idly snacking on a tray of modified “Hundies,” blondie bars with a chocolate and caramel drizzle meant to resemble Hund’s fur. In all of Pan’s basking of Gzerad’s growing belly, he didn’t realize his own belly was pressing more and more into his apron. Soon the display was cleared of confections, and Gzerad’s hunger seemed to have been tamed for the moment.

The blush on Pan’s face grew as he looked at the yeen’s full expression and jutting belly. The weight of the devoured treats pressed Gzerad’s pants lowly near his crotch, though Pan’s attention focused more on Gzerad’s middle. The aftermath of this feast caused Gzerad’s previously noticeable belly bulge to be Pan’s centerpiece. Perfectly round and significantly more prominent, the tan sphere drove Gzerad’s red top to now to hug tightly to the top of his gut, a coloring pattern similar to a Pokeball. Pan’s own belly jutted out from his wiry frame, giving the impression that he was a few months pregnant, though Pan was not experiencing nausea for now.

“That was impressive! Still hungry for more?” Pan asked jokingly, trying to keep a level of professionalism as he hid his attraction to his client’s happy belly.
“BURRRP! I don’t know. What do you think?” Gzerad said in an almost teasing tone as he lifted his shirt up to reveal the full roundness of his filled belly. The yeen’s belly gurgled and bubbled in front of him, no longer muffled by the yeen’s red shirt. Through this cacophony of digestion, a low growl emanated, signaling this yeen’s belly wanted more. As Pan figured out what to do next, he looked over to the rest of the baked goods in his store that could last longer: the baguettes and other loaves of bread on the display tables and baskets and a whole different display case filled with savory rolls and buns. “I-I’ll get the next batch out,” Pan stuttered as he eagerly reached out for a baguette. Pan may be poor at business, but he knew how to keep his customers happy.

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Thanks again to  Gzerad for drawing this piece. Not only is yet another illustration so good I wrote a story around it, this comic is also the first stuffing image in this gallery!