Two Ferals and a Bump

Chapter 2: Month 1

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It had been a few weeks since Logan and Victor’s animal sides had sex in the middle of the woods, and Logan hadn’t been feeling too hot since that night. He felt groggy and his stomach, it hurt like he ate rotten meat. He didn’t understand why it was hurting, how could it hurt like that after sex?

Logan walked into the kitchen and headed right for the cupboard. He grabbed a coffee mug and set it down on the counter beside the coffee maker and he proceeded to make a pot of coffee for him and Victor. As he poured the coffee grounds into the machine, he felt a lurch in the pit of his stomach and he suddenly felt a hot sensation run up his spine. He had to throw up.

Logan hurried to the bathroom and crouched in front of the toilet, throwing the seat up before hurling into the bowl. This was what felt like the umteenth time that he was throwing up. He was sure Victor knew of it, but he didn’t talk with Victor about it and Victor never asked, knowing that Logan’s healing would fix him up. But it didn’t yet, whatever was wrong with Logan wasn’t getting better.

He shakily stood up and flushed the toilet, He walked to the sink and filled it with cold water. He bent over and dipped his hands in and splashed his face. He smiled some, the cold sensation helping him a bit better. He splashed his face a few more times then pulled the plug, letting the water drain. He grabbed a hand towel from a shelf and dried his face. Logan set it aside and left, going back to the kitchen to finish making the pot of coffee.

His stomach then gave a mighty roar. It was now wanting food. Logan turned off the coffee maker and went to the fridge, taking out a shit load of eggs, bacon, and bread. He then made a huge breakfast, cooking more portions for himself. The smell of food drifted to the bedroom and soon Victor was shuffling his way like a zombie to the kitchen. He went right to the coffee pot as soon as the smell touched his nose.

He poured himself a cup and looked to Logan and watched him cook breakfast, raising a brow. He had never seen him make that much food before. There was enough food there for at least five people.

“That’s a lotta food there, Jimmy.”

Logan looked over his shoulder, flashing him a smile. “I’m just really hungry, Victor. Starving.”

“I can see that.” Victor walked to the kitchen table, sitting down at it and he sipped from his coffee.

“I think I want to go into town today and get something sweet, I suddenly have a sweet tooth, Vic.”

Victor gave a nod. “All right, I gotta get some parts for my bike out in the garage. We’ll go after breakfast.”

Logan grinned, nodding. He finished up cooking breakfast and plated a lot for himself and gave Victor his normal portions. They both dug into the eggs, bacon, and toast. Logan was shoveling it down.

Victor was eating his food at a normal pace and he looked over to Logan. It didn’t even look like the younger feral was chewing his food. He had never seen Logan was such a big appitite. Before Victor was halfway done, Logan was already up and getting himself another helping of food and sat down again, also shoveling the food down. Logan had three more plates and he was finally done.

He leaned back in his chair and had a content smile, rubbing his full stomach. He let out a huge burp that amde Victor snicker. Victor had finished his meal when Logan was on his second plate and he had just watched Logan with some interest.

“Feel better now, runt?” he smirked.

Logan, still smiling from a food coma, nodded. “Yeah, much better.”

Good,” Victor smirked at him.

After a few weeks, Logan’s stomach was starting to stick out.. He was in the bathroom, shirtless, looking over his abs. They were not as defined looking anymore. They looked soft and squishy too. He poked his abdomen in thought. He turned sideways to look at his stomach, seeing that it was indeed sticking out, more than he thought it was. He was getting a gut. His strong abdomen muscles were ceasing and his flat stomach was turning round too.

He needed to stop all of this binge eating he had been doing. Everyday he had been eating larger portions of meals. It started out in the morning when he would be sick then he would chow down on a large breakfast. Then lunch, and finally dinner. Then the cycle would start all over again the next day. Logan poked his belly again, it felt hard, most likely from all the food he had been ingesting. Or so he was thinking.

He pulled his tank top on and it rode up his belly some, too small for him. He growled in frustration.

“Goddammit.”

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