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Bridging A Gap



“Hey, pup, you mind headin’ to the bar a couple doors down and gettin’ some beer?”
“Sure, Pa…You might want to get off me though.”

I looked at the massive rottweiler sitting beside me and leaning into me, his blubbery chins rested against his plumped up chest and his eyes were obscured by a sports cap. “Awww, alright, Pate. Ah suppose ah should, heh”, he said in a deep, gravely voice with a southern accent. Dale leaned onto the other side of the couch, his belly sagged over his thighs and his moobs repositioned themselves over said belly. My surrogate dad and I were just relaxing and watching some late night tv shows. Despite being 22 years old, I still couldn’t help but still like being around my guardian figure. “I’ll be back in a bit then, Pa, love ya”, I said as I stood up and went to leave out the front door. “Oh, don’t worry ‘bout that too much. Not that Ah don’t want you around, there’s someone there Ah’d like you to meet, so der ain’t no time limit”, Dale said as he flopped his doggy ears back into place. “Who is he?”, I ask. “Ah-...uhhh. He’s the bouncer, huge ol’ polar beaw, can’t missem’. Ah’d go with ya buuutt…Ah’m occupied”, Dale stuttered out, giving an indication that he made that statement up. He’s…nervous? “Ok then, I’ll be back whenever then. Again, love ya”, I hollered on the way out.

Before the door shut, I heard Dale get out a “Love you too, pup” as it closed. I stepped off the tiny (for Dale’s massive size at least) porch and crossed onto the single lane road of the fatfur district’s countryside. It was peaceful as always, the sun sat in the distance, signaling it was mere moments from nightfall. I kicked a pebble or two as I went down the road. I passed by a cabin in the middle of construction. A friend of Dale’s, who is also like an uncle to me, was building that house. He had gone back to a hotel room for the night, so it was only the tools and lumber in the framing of the house. Pleasant thoughts came across my mind. I couldn’t wait for him to finish it! As I passed the cabin, a natural covering of trees sprawled over the road, making an almost tunnel-like view forward. A doe came out of the treeline and trotted across the dirt road, not even paying attention to me. I suppose since there were people many times larger than I, it wasn’t even phased by little human me.

Soon enough, I came up on a bar, obviously the one Pa mentioned. It looked like a log cabin with a full-width porch like the one that was being built back down the road where I came, but much older looking. A vintage marque sign made out of lightbulbs on the front read out “Lazy Road Bar & Lounge”. A parking lot with wooden fencing surrounded it sat beside the building, a few cars were inside its borders. A small group of motorcycles lined the front of the bar and under the sign. However, the details of the exterior were not my main concern though, there was a commotion at the entrance. “C’mon you lardass, lemme in!”, an average sounding voice came from a tubby panda in an outfit that reminded me of a punk rocker of sorts, “You’ve seen my ID, it’s good!” “Nah, been expired for months now and you know it. Beat it. Now.”, came from…the polar bear! Christ, that burr is massive. He had to have been at least triple my height and MANY, MANY times my weight. “YOU FUCK, AGHH”, shouted the panda as he punched the polar bear in the gut. Their clawed fist bounced off comedically, doing zero damage. The bear growled menacingly and gritted his teeth. All of a sudden, there was a loud *PSSSSHHHH*, the bear’s belly inflated rapidly like an airbag in a car, jettisoning the panda away. They flew over the railing adjacent to the front door, getting knocked out in the process. The bear dusted off his titanic stomach before noticing me, one foot on the porch step and watching the situation go down. “H’well lookie here, a lil’ man!”, the bear exclaimed and flashed an almost devious grin.

I approached him. He crossed his arms as I got within a foot of him, and his ginormous figure made me have to look completely up and over his middle. Describing his appearance, he had on a black, leather jacket, some torn-to-hell jeans that exposed his knees and thighs, and a pair of golden earrings that gleamed slightly in the porch’s lighting…that was all he wore. The front of his middle and chest were completely exposed, showing off hefty man titties and a gut that pushed a good bit ahead of himself and must’ve been an inch off of touching the floor. He was also quite hairy, at least in the way that humans would be, gray hair was spread sporadically about his belly, chest, wrists, foot paws, and his lovehandles that were poking out from the sides of his jacket. Not to mention, he seemed to be rocking a 5 o’clock shadow on his face, gray hair dusted his muzzle and his chins. Atop his head, the fur on it swooped upwards in a tiny cowlick. The only splash of color he had were his deep purple eyes, I’d be lying if they weren’t pleasant to look at. Going back to his gut, it would not shut up. It churned and gurgled so much in the brief time I saw him that you could assign an RPM to it.

“Hmm hm hm, I’m a purty burr aren’t I?”, the bear asked cheekily with a chuckle in his throat. Oh crap, I was staring wasn’t I? “Oh damn, sorry, I uhhh, got my ID somewhere”, I exclaimed as I felt around my pocket, not finding where my wallet was. I left it behind, Dale probably squeezed it out of my pocket when we were smooshed together. “It’s back at the house. I’ll be back”, I quickly turned away to sprint back to the house before I heard a “Hold up, pipsqueak.” The bear stepped toward me more and more, “You weren’t trying to give me th’ slip now were ya?”, his voice got more ominous and deep as he grew closer and as he finished the sentence. “No, seriously, it’s at the house”, I said as I turned to give a deadpan look. He got closer, and closer, before he pressed me against a support beam whilst staring at me speculatively and going “Hmmmmmm”. His belly was soooooft, silky soft even, it was surprising given how rugged he looked and yet the blubber being pushed on me was so delicate. I don't think I was even looking at him him anymore. I couldn’t help myself, so I gave the white belly a bit of a rub. The bouncer stopped “Hmmm”-ing. I also stopped. “Ay ay, keep going!”, he encouraged. I then gave it a good kneading session, making the bouncer *groar* in a way that I’m all too familiar with bears, he is definitely enjoying it. The rubbing continued for a bit before he spoke again. “Well, intimidation doesn’t work on ya at all then”, he said as he let off me. “Being a lardass doesn’t help your case, that and I need to actually need to speak to you about something *sorta* unrelated”, I explained. “What then?” he prodded. “Do you know anybody named Dale? He told me to meet you”, I answered.

Bouncer: “I don’t do names well, bud. Gimme a description.”
Me: “Rottweiler. Football cap over his eyes. Possibly a flannel shirt?”
Bouncer: “Oh! Heheh, that cutie.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m close with him. He calls me his little ‘pup’.”
Bouncer: “THAT IS ADORABLE, MY GOD.”
I laugh aloud.
Bouncer: “But yea, he’s fine. Name’s Lug by the way.”
Me: “Pate.”
Naively, I leave my hand out for him to shake.
Bouncer: “Heheheh, that’s not how this works, bud.”

I proceed to receive one hell of a bear hug. Lug pulled me into his neck with his arms at full strength, making me lose my breath in an instant. “Haaah, feels good to do that again. Ya hanging on?” Lug chuckled. I wheezed at him, which made him put me down and look at the door behind him. Just inside the doorway was a clock that read 8:57 p.m. “Hmmmmm. Tell ya what, come on in. I’m too hungry to bother ya anymore and ya definitely don’t seem to be fibbin’”, the bear relented. We go inside the place. It was cozy in there, with nice mood lighting on all of the picnic style tables and the bar itself. Virtually every surface of the place was wood, it being a cabin and all. The bar had the typical amenities, a jukebox, pool tables, dart boards, a couple TV’s showing different channels, and stools for the bar, although the stools looked quite worse for wear. I would soon know why that was when Lug sat his heavy rear on two of them which were really bent. I take the seat next to him.

“Ya know my usual”, Lug told the bartender, a stocky llama nodded behind the counter and went into the kitchen, “Big Bounce is on his last half hour, get the batter ready.” “I’ll take a six pack of Schmalz Lagerbier, it’s for someone back home; and a cream soda if you don’t mind”, I asked the bartender as he came back. The llama began working the tap as I turned back to the polar bear. “Thanks by the way”, I tell him. “No prob. Wanna go see a trailer pull after this?”, the bear asked me. “Already? I mean sure, but this soon after even meeting me?”, I questioned. “Uh-huh, got a problem with me bein’ so polite?”, Lug retorted as he gave me a little noogie. I giggle at this and swear him off saying, “No no I’m totally fine with it, sir!” He laughed. The kitchen finished what Lug ordered, which turned out to be a big bowl of funnel cakes with two hamburgers and a whole bottle of whisky. We made some small talk whilst he ate. He talked about motorcycles, which is how I learnt he was a biker. The conversation turned to cars, where we had plenty of back and forth. He seemed to be very mechanical, preferring to talk about how vehicles perform rather than how popular they are or look. He liked cars that would experiment with stuff rather than use the same, tired engine or drivetrain. Eventually, the conversion did come back to Dale.

Lug: “Why didn’t he wanna come with ya?”
Me: “He said he was ‘occupied’. I also did notice that he stuttered that out real bad.”
Lug furrowed his brow before a wide gleam came across his maw.
Lug: “He’s into me. Son of a-”
He trailed off as he took another sip of his alcohol.
Lug: “I know where we’re goin’ after the pullin’ then.”

Soon after, Lug finished up his meal and got up. “Alright, you’re comin’ with me.” Before I could even say anything, he picked me up and headed out the door, trying to hold onto the pack of beer close. Lug stopped beside a motorcycle, this particular one sat real low to the ground, seemed wide enough to fit him, and had high handlebars which seemed to reach over where one’s gut would be. He placed me right up against his chins and zipped up his jacket to where it was just my head peeking over his collar. I could definitely feel the soft pudge on the bear now, his chest pressed on me and the fluff on his neck folds gave my head a spot to rest. He yanked the pack of beer out of my hands and put it in his sandal bag. Lug plopped down on the bike and started it up. The bike sounded mean, its revs loud and powerful. “Let’s go have a lil’ R&R before payin’ your Pa a visit”, he said. We drove for a good while in the rural lands with nothing but the blank dirt road ahead illuminated by a single headlight from the bike. This was my first time riding on a motorcycle, very windy must say, but it felt nice though. Lug rode up on a small stadium in a grassy field, lit with overhead lights. A variety of vehicles and a bus were parked outside and a crowd could be heard carrying on inside. Lug got up and off this motorcycle with surprising ease. “I’m givin’ you an option, you wanna stay in my jacket or nah?”, Lug asked. “I’m afraid I’m too comfy in here, big man. I’m staying”, I responded. “Fair enuff’, but it may get a lil’ tight, I’m still hungry”, he acknowledged. He’s so cheeky ain’t he?

We went in and got settled on the bleachers. In the standards of fat furs, this stadium was small. There was not much room for people of outstanding sizes to be in, luckily, there was a variety of sizes to be seen in the patrons of this event. The only person who was massive blob size was the announcer, who was positioned on a stage and called out what was happening in a stereotypically country-sounding accent. There were staff walking around selling concessions and such, one of which Lug bought a dozen fried oreos off of. Lug wasn’t kidding earlier, as he munched down on the fried cookies, I could feel him grow slightly. Meanwhile, big, beefy trucks took turns pulling trailers loaded down with weights in the arena. Every one of the vehicles roared their engines as each tried to beat each others’ time in pulling the trailer. It went on for about two hours, I was beginning to get tired, especially in my ears with the constant blaring noise around us. Lug walked us out and I yawned. It was the dead of night at this point and the extra tightness in his jacket was quite cozy too. “Alright, I’m takin’ you home, mainly cause I reeeaally need to free my gut”, Lug told me. “Is that why you don’t wear a shirt?”, I slurred out. “Yeah, I can't stand tight stuff. The burr must flow, lil’ man”, Lug responded. We got to his bike and drove out of the field. The motor of Lug’s bike was drowned out by my tiredness…plus the polar bear’s gut making a symphony of churns.

I had to guide Lug a bit to get to Dale’s trailer, which wasn’t that hard since it was right by the bar, a pleasant fact for the polar bear. We pulled up in the gravel and crabgrass driveway, the TV could still be seen flashing colors from the living room window. “Wait here, big man”, I told the blubbery biker. “But I wanna see the look on his face!”, he yelled in a hushed tone as he went for the beer, passing it to me. I gestured to him that I had it under control before I went up the porch stairs and knocked on the tall front door. Snoring from within the house turned into the grunts of someone waking up from a good nap, then to heavy footfalls. The front door opened and I was met with Dale’s extra droopy face. “How’d it go, pup?”, he asked. “I got you a six pack of Schmalz, the special gaining brew kind… and a visitor”, I replied. If one could see Dale’s eyes, they’d see those eyes get as big as saucers. I moved aside so Lug was in full view of my Pa, the latter’s jaw dropped. “Your ‘pup’ is a nice fella, Dale. I took him around a bit too”, Lug explained. Dale said nothing for a bit, before nervously asking us to come in. We all gathered on the living room couch, the threads of the armrests were the only thing keeping the two fatties sandwiching me from busting over the sides of it. I know some furs who have experienced being on the edge of exploding, this is probably what this couch was feeling. This was one of the very few times Dale was meek, barely saying much and letting Lug uphold the conversation. However, slowly but surely, the topic of crushes came up.

Lug: “Lil’ man informed me that you were quite nervous ‘bout me. Why is that?”
Dale: “H’well, Ah- uh. Ah just think yer uhh... handsome…
Lug: “...right back atcha, doggy”
Dale’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.
Dale: “Oh- oh damn.”
Lug: “I REALLY think we should break the ice more though, if you’re willin’ to stay up~”

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Anything else that happened after that I can’t remember, I was too tired. However, next morning, I woke up in two different colors of thick blubber and the sounds of heavy stomach activity all around me. All I could see was black and white fur and a single bottle of beer that I got for Dale. That beer was effective alright, judging by those sizes, they downed the whole pack. I wasn’t about to move though, lest I disturb their slumber. At least I can call this mission of uniting my Pa with his crush a success!