“Come on, you have to smile with confidence,” Hund mockingly said as he held the polaroid camera up to his eye. It’s been about an hour since the beginning of this photoshoot. During a very fulfilling break, Hund made good on his promise of “a gut for a gut,” leaving his normally flat-stomached athletically built companion a stuffed mess. A quick stop at Pan’s bakery provided enough confectionaries to thin out Ty’s prize-worthy abdominal. Bulging out from Ty’s bulky well-muscled frame was a spherical gut that rivaled Hund’s expansive middle.

“Can I at least wash this junk off me?” Ty asked, still trying to maintain his usual confidence despite the bizarre amateurish circumstances.

Hund shook his head. “The gym closes in half an hour; we don’t have time for you to clean up.” With a firm press on the camera’s trigger, Hund ignited the room with a flash.

“I just want to say that these pictures are only for practice! I don’t want to see these going out anywhere!” Ty reiterated still bashful over his embarrassing state

As the picture slid out of the device, a grey hand snatched it out from the apparatus.

“There you two are. I thought you were supposed to be done by now. I’m guessing the training session is going well.” Tanu said as she looked down at Hund’s skimpy posing trunks and Ty’s medicine ball-sized belly.

“Ty is showing me how to pose,” Hund answered.

“With cake?” Tanu replied.

“We ran out of body oil,” Hund said.

Looking at the photograph, Tanu smiled coolly. “You look very sweet here, Ty.”

“Pfft, thanks.” He said sarcastically, letting out a slight scoff as he plucked scraps of cake and frosting off his engorged stomach.

“But really, you do rock the gut just as good as Hund. Maybe better,” Tanu said encouragingly. Hund scoffed at the ludicrous claim but nodded in agreement. He did shove pounds of food down Ty’s throat out of envy for Ty’s leanness.

Ty smiled. His spirits lifted as he let Tanu’s words sink in. “I’d still prefer having abs,” Ty responded.

“You and me both, but still you got to admit that stuffed feeling after a good cheat meal can almost beat out a good pump.” She said lightly, rubbing the yellow sticky dome.

Ty panted for a moment as Tanu’s soothing touch released the tensions that were building in the overtaxed organ. With a firm press near his belly button, Ty let out a massive belch.

BUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRP!

Tanu giggled at the outburst while Hund fanned the air around his face.

“How about you get cleaned up? I think we are good with your services today.” She said as she took her hands off Ty’s stomach.

Ty responded with a soft smile. “That would be a good idea. Even though I should be stuffed, I can hear my stomach growling. Your stuffing session must be doing something to me, Hund.” Ty said as his stomach rumbled to life.

“Hmm… if that’s the case, maybe you should come over for dinner then. My treat for taking care of Hund for the day.” Tanu responded as Ty was making his way out the door.

“No, no, really, I shouldn’t. After all, Hund already treated me to lunch.” Ty joked as he rubbed his stomach for emphasis.

“Don’t be silly; what are friends for?” Tanu replied as she wrapped her arms around his waist while Hund firmly gripped Ty’s shoulder.

“Sometimes, I wonder why I am friends with you two.”

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Thanks again to  TankDragon from the second part of this series! I think Ty may have outposed Hund here. Just barely though.