What does a red panda, a brown husky, and a golden retriever all have in common? They all were currently in the back of a kitchen mixed up in a feeding session gone wrong. First, there was Pan, a red panda with blond hair who was looking worriedly at something. That something was a pair of hounds: Hund and Ty. Hund was a hulking brown husky with the build of an offseason bodybuilder. Although a guy like him would naturally be lifting weights, he was lifting a strawberry cake roll with one hand. His poor victim was the other hound: Ty, a golden retriever whose physique always looked ready for a bodybuilding competition… except today.

“Do I really got to eat that last one?” The overstuffed retriever said. Sweat was beading down his head as he stared up at Hund, coldly smiling down back at Ty.

“You wanted to beat me? You got to eat like me.” Hund said as he held the cake closer to Ty’s face.

“I can’t-AURRRP!.” Ty said as he placed one of his hands against his bulging belly. Typically, his core was rock solid from his well-defined abdominals. Now his gut was firm for a different reason. Ty had spent the afternoon getting stuffed with a bakery’s worth of pastries that Pan had set aside per Hund’s request. The poor Ty spread his legs apart as the firm ball belly surged in front of him. Hund placed his own large hands on the sphere and gave it a bit of a press.

“I feel some room in there,” Hund said menacingly as his hand sank slightly into the distended organ. “You’re gonna fit this in one way or another.”

“Do I have to? I got a photoshoot tomorrow! I can’t show up like this!” Ty whined.

Pan, who was watching this display with concern for Ty’s health and admiration for Ty’s capacity, piped up, attempting to cheer Ty up. “Is this for Bear magazine? I love those guys! If you are, I think Hund is really helping you out here.”

“No-URP. It’s for STRONGR, the one where everyone has a six-pack on the cover. Bear Magazine is for guys built like Hund.” Ty replied.
Hund dropped his menacing act as he felt the subtle verbal slap in that exchange.“Wait, what do you mean by ‘guys built like me?” Hund boomed, demanding an answer.

Pan again spoke out, trying to help Ty. “What he means is it’s a magazine that features guys with body’s that suggest they possess great strength and are… unconventional displaying that strength.”

Hund just turned to Pan, confused. “What the heck are you talking about?”

“It’s for guys who look like they clear out a whole buffet every day,” Ty answered.

“You have cleared out whole buffets too.” Hund fired back.

“HE DOES, but well…” Pan interjected in Ty’s defense.

“The weight doesn’t stay on me,” Ty added matter of factly. Although he usually showed no malice to Hund, the extended duration of this forced feeding was making him crankier than usual.

Hund glared at Ty. Usually, a backhanded insult related to Hund’s natural rotundness would be a one-way trip into his fat white belly. Because Hund was Ty’s friend, or at the very least regularly on friendly terms with this yellow-furred goofball, he restrained himself channeling his anger into getting Ty to eat the cake he was holding.

“Open your mouth and take it!” Hund yelled. Ty clamped his mouth shut and jerked his head away from Hund’s advances.

“One of the few times I want you moving those lips, and you decide to move it away from me. If you want to stay weak, fine. I tried helping you.” Hund spat. Pan’s eyes went wide as he watched the drama unfold before him. He grabbed one of the fresh eclairs he made to sell from a tray nearby and munched in anticipation over what will happen next.

A fire burned behind Ty’s eyes, fueled by Hund’s hurtful words. Behind the looming Hund, Ty spotted an unusual figure. The figure looked just like Ty, aged to his late 40s or early 50s. He possessed a large build that softened over the years and wore a red polo shirt and black shorts. The figure had several accessories, including a whistle familiar to PE teachers, a baseball cap with the visor faced forwards, black sunglasses, and a bushy mustache that almost covered the figure’s mouth. This was coach Ty, a figment of Ty’s imagination that often appeared in moments that required extra motivation.

“Are you going to let this fat fuck push you like that?!” The figure yelled.

“No, Coach!” Ty mentally yelled in return.

“You are going to eat not only that last cake, but you are also going to clear out this ENTIRE bakery! Because we don’t just meet expectations, we go BEYOND! Do I make myself clear?!”

“Yes, Coach!” Ty chanted back.

Ty snatched the cake from Hund’s hand with newfound determination and scarfed it down in record time. Hund was a bit surprised by this sudden second wind, but he quickly caught himself. With a slight smile, he looked at Ty. “Nice work, I think that’s i-“

Before Hund could tell Ty that was the last cake he needed to eat, he watched as Ty lifted himself from his seat, causing his gluten-ladened gut to sag heavily from his frame. Ty panted heavily like a rabid hound. He soon saw Pan and the tray of eclairs he was snacking on.

“Meep,” Pan squeaked as he saw the force of nature that was a delusional Ty charging at him.

Pan jumped out of his seat and crawled behind the counter. Ty’s personal wrecking ball slammed into the side of the furnishing, clattering metal baking sheets all over the floor. He quickly picked up the sheet of eclairs above his head and tilted them into his awaiting jaw. Every carefully baked dessert Pan created inched Ty’s already massive stomach further out. When Ty finished this tray, he turned his attention to the baking racks in front of him loaded with desserts Pan prepared to sell for the day.

As Ty was scarfing down Pan’s entire inventory, Pan crawled on his hands and knees towards Hund. With the hulking husky at his side, Pan felt confident enough to stand back up. “You pushed him too far again,” Pan said, unsurprised by the turn of events.

“I mean, he finished the cake, and he’s clearing out your extra pastries. I see this as an absolute win.” Hund said like triggering the uncontrollable eating machine was doing Pan a favor.

“Normally, that would be true, but another friend of mines already cleared out yesterday’s inventory. Ty is currently devouring what I’m supposed to be selling TODAY.” Pan said with some irritation. “As long as you pay for this, we should be ok.”

“Pfft, I’m not paying. I only agreed to pay for the stuff I crammed into golden boy’s face.” Hund said bluntly.

“That’s alright; I’ll just send the bill to Tanu,” Pan said with a slight smirk.

“YOU WOULDN’T,” Hund growled. “Send it to Ty!”

“If you didn’t trigger him like that, he probably wouldn’t be eating all my stuff now!” Pan countered. Hund just watched as Ty deftly navigated the cluttered kitchen demolishing trays of pastries with ease. “Better hurry at stopping him; your bill is really wracking up,” Pan said as he tried counting the sheets Ty has already eaten. Hund facepalmed himself as he tried thinking up a plan. For now, though, he knew that next time, he should have just taken Ty to a buffet.

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Thanks again to  Hau-Oli for this piece! I think this is the first time someone has a bigger belly than Hund in a picture (what an honor Ty!).