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Chapter I: Reintroduction for Beginners

I wrapped my paw around my coffee cup and gulped down its contents. I typically don't enjoy coffee, but when I'm on edge it seems the caffeine flows through my veins more easily than blood. I stare into the cup, noting to ask for a bit more once my waitress walks by. I slid up my sleeve and checked my watch again, the minute hand ticked as I did, as if I did it with my mind - 7:27...

I'm nervous because it's been years since I've been here... in this worn booth, that seems to have been unaffected by time and others. When I sat down I could almost make out a large outline of someone's large behind, it looked wide enough to be mine but you'd think they would've fixed it after I stopped coming in here. The springs beneath the padding greeted me with a groan, although it sounded friendly, almost as warmly as an old friend greeting you. I left for college five years ago and hadn't been back since, I wanted to leave everything that was here but graduating jobless dampened those thoughts. I left this sleepy town, with its dead end jobs and bobble-headed suburbanites hoping I'd be able to move into a major city, where things were universal and everyone was equally as awkward as I was.

"Hey... uhm, could I get some more?" I asked loudly to which my waitress nodded to. As she approached, I noticed her hips swaying with each step. Her paws balancing two carafes of bland coffee, had I been relaxed I probably could've talked her into sitting down at my booth to get off her paws for a bit, the poor thing clearly drained but somehow chipper still.

"Where your date, hon?" She smiled as she poured, steam circling the rim and swirling over my muzzle, her fox tail swaying. She probably noticed me staring at it.

"Oh, erm... not a date... just an old friend. He said to meet at 7:30." I smiled, my eyes still transfixed on her tail.

I always found tails to be interesting, I would love to be able to sway mine but it's more of a nub than tail... ah, the perks of being a bear.

She mumbled something and padded off.

"Hey, could I get a slice of that pie too? It looks tasty..." I asked over my mug.

She nodded and went into the kitchen, then reappeared with a platter holding a hefty slice of key lime pie.

"Here ya go... it's the best in the state. I promise." She grinned as she set it down.

I love when people say that 'it's the best in the state'... like it's something prideful. Is it really that impressive to have the best key lime pie... in Illinois?

I smiled and quickly chopped off a large mawful. I wasn't hungry, in fact I had a huge meal at home before coming, but eating for a bear is like swimming for a fish, it's what we do. I was so engrossed with the food before me I hadn't noticed Chris slink into the restaurant and make his way over to me. When he slid into the booth, I nearly choked.

"For someone as large as you are, you sure do have trouble gettin' that stuff down." He chuckled to him. It was odd for him to do that because of the terms we stopped being friends upon, not to mention it being at least five years since I had last seen him. When I discovered, or rather - came to terms with being gay, I told my friends and was met with a swift kick to the butt, because at the time I was dating a fairly attractive tigress but left her abruptly for a male otter), which left me the social pariah of senior year. It wasn't until the month of graduation that everyone found out how deceptive and manipulative she was, and by it was too hard for a majority of my friends to admit they attacked the wrong person.

"...mrf... shut up!" I coughed up between pants, placing my paws on the table and regaining my composure. "So hey... what's up?" I questioned, still out of breath.

We covered the typical small talk points of conversation, bouncing from 'How was school?' to questions about girlfriends (for him), boyfriends (for me), and our parents, oddly enough. It wasn't until a half hour later that he shifted the conversation a bit...

"Man, have you changed, though! Longer hair, all the piercings... what happened to mister clean cut?" He grinned as one of his paws grazed mine as he reached for a dab of the remaining whipped cream off my plate. "What did you eat him too?"

I snorted and began to laugh. It was like old times again, although a bit more complicated... seeing as I neglected to mention I was in love with Chris way back when and our meeting re-sparked my interest. "What do you mean mister clean cut? I've been a slob for a long time now." I laughed again and pushed the dirty headfur out of my eyes, which didn't do much as it instantly fell back in place. I wasn't kidding though, since going off to college I reinvented myself. I had always wanted to do my own thing, so my meager dorm room turned into a den of dirty clothes, stacks of empty but greasy pizza boxes, and posters of select bands. Luckily I lived next door to a skunk, which is like nature's little green car freshener... albeit pot-scented.

"Well, the last time I saw you, your hair was buzzed and you only had an air of musk to you." He shifted his weight and slid one of his paws beneath the table. "It's like you've gone wild, man". He said as his eyes opened a bit wider, seeming to be slightly off kilter. I'm usually good at reading people, but wolves, especially cute ones I want to molest, have always given me some trouble.

"Whatever... I'm just not worried about what other people think about me anymore." I lied and thought of ways to read a bit deeper. "Anyway, you hungry?"

"Nah, I ate a while ago... although if I remember you at all, I should order something - if only just to watch you eat the whole menu." He grinned coyly and squirmed again.

I reached under the table and pinched my thigh to wake myself up. "Well, maybe you should order two things... maybe I'll need a couple menus then." I grinned as I watched the comment sink in to him; he gulped and quickly grabbed a menu. I'm glad he was in hiding because my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. He was into me... or at least me being... hungry... or a pig? What did that mean... stuff like that never made him uncomfortable before...

Before I could think of anything further, our waitress walked over. Chris didn't even bother scanning her, which freaked me out seeing as he was quite the horn dog back in the day. He locked eyes with her and ordered an omelet platter, side of fries, and a bowl of soup. An odd combination to say the least, but I remember him having... odd tastes.

"I'll have a-" I began to say, but before I could get out anything...

"He wants two of everything, Wendy." Chris said, slowly putting down his menu and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge me. Wendy looked up from her note pad and gulped... it wasn't often that bears were around these parts, I know because my family was the only ursine family in (probably) the county.

I nervously laughed as she glanced at me. "Erm, he's kidding... I mean, I couldn't eat that much... I already had dinner..." I could already imagine myself stuffing myself to please him. She laughed and looked down at her pad.

"No, I'm not. Let's go D.W.... unless you can't do it." He smiled at Wendy and then looked back at me.

"Uh, yeah... Two... of everything..." I gulped as my leg brushed against his, electricity causing a shiver as our waitress quickly padded off, probably to check if they stocked enough to make two of everything.

Chapter II: Dinner For Days

The table before me is a glutton's dream. There isn't an open space of real estate on it, it's been replaced with a range of egg dishes, pancakes, sandwiches, and 'home cooking' classics. Shortly after ordering, I switched some of the salads and soups to more enticing things - so in the end, there were thirds of some things before me. As I took both the sights and scents in, my stomach gurgled loudly both out of hunger and nervousness; this was an odd situation, something of fantasy in fact. What tips this scale over further is that Chris can't even eat his food, simply due to the lack of space. He says he doesn't mind and has our waitress leave them at the counter for him; his food isn't lonely though... the rest of my meal is taking up more space there and on the table behind me. Had this been the city, this challenge would seem more insurmountable. Most of the patrons to this diner, and any others in the area, are smaller furs - typically rabbits, foxes, and the like. This means small portions typically, but this diner did have the biggest of any others within the town's limits.

Chris stared at a stack of pancakes right in front of me and slowly drizzled molten butter, then syrup over them and grinned. "Better get started, you don't want this stuff gettin' cold." He pushed one of the plates in front of him which caused a few of the plates to shift closer to me. I blushed as a plate pushed into my stomach and I looked down to eye it up as if it were prey. In the process of waiting for all the food to be brought out to me, our waitress delivered some large utensils - some spatulas, large mixing spoons, a few knives, and several serving forks. These fit into my paw much easier than my previous spread, at least I looked like I was supposed to be in this restaurant now... as long as the amount of food around me was overlooked. I grabbed a fork and cut off a large sliver of stack of pancakes before me, I gently placed them in my mouth and chewed, enjoying the flavors mixing together and allowing a murr to escape my muzzle. In the meantime, Chris watched me slowly begin eating and grew annoyed. "Really? You're going to eat like that?" He grinned and reached across the table, stealing the fork from my paw, then skewered the remaining pancakes then lifted it to my maw. "Guess the baby bear needs help being fed." I noticed his grin turn almost naughty as I open my maw, accepting the stack and filling my cheeks.

"Mrf...!" I squirmed as I snapped back, trying to chew the majority of five pancakes at once. After gulping all of it down, I panted and let out a quiet moan of pleasure. "Man, you can't just stuff me... with all this stuff... and expect me to just gulp it down!" I nearly yelled, although I lied through my teeth, most of my free time in college could easily be described as "stuffing and gulping". "I want to enjoy... some of this food."