Here we have the 3rd instalment of the Bouncing Belly Brother's series commissioned by the fantastic  ILoveDoc this one celebrating Ty's birthday in a very special way!

This is a very long one so I've decided to break it into two parts so no one gets rye strain or anything. This first part will be showing what happens in the two days before Ty's birthday and the second part will be the birthday itself. Make sure to read both halves cause this one will introduce some characters who will be at the party. Enjoy!

Part 2 can be found

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The sound of clinking silverware and low conversations filled the air, the heavy smell of cooking food and grease hung like a thick cloud in the large brightly lit room. The town's diner, one of the few places to eat out, was usually packed with a few dozen of the large burly men who inhabited the small mountain town. The food was good and cheap and the service was reliable. It had been around for almost as long as the town itself but thankfully it had been updated within the past ten to fifteen years. The booths were the generic kind you could find in any diner across the country and the countertop of the bar, once a bright white, had faded a bit over the years.

From what Ty had heard from others the owner of the place, who also happened to be the one and only cook, would usually shut the place down for a week every five years or so and spend that time fixing any issues and repainting everything. As the hybrid looked over the table he was sitting at and saw several large faded spots and one or two areas of the flat surface that had been warped by water damage he assumed it was probably about time for that week-long shutdown. He didn't mind though, Ty loved everything about the town he had unexpectedly decided to call home.

Despite a few of the rundown buildings and one or two of the locals who still avoided him because he was an outsider. The dingo/wolf had enjoyed every minute of time he had spent there over the course of the last four months. It helped that he had kept himself busy with his belly centric massage parlor, which had become a huge hit, and by constantly serving as belly pet and constant meal to two massive frog brother's. Some might find that occupation a bit strange but most of the townsfolk had long since grown used to the fact that no matter how many times Ty took the plunge down someone's gullet he always came back within a short amount of time.

He had explained the power that made this possible multiple times to people, some had understood others didn't. It was okay though, the ones who mattered understood it and enjoyed the perks that came along with the ability. His now official best friend and unofficial big brother Jack, the town's auto mechanic, would often tease that even if Ty decided to leave he would have to make his way through the bellies of damn near every guy in town first. This always brought on a laugh from the hybrid simply because he couldn't imagine any reason he would even want to leave.

As he sat at his table waiting for his food to arrive Ty absently reached up and touched the chained collar that hung around his neck and the thick metal disk that hung off the end. It was a habit he had fallen into over the past month. Ever since the frog brother's, Darren and Lance, had given it to him on their three month anniversary of being together. Ty still looked back on his first meeting with Darren with fondness. Being the large frog's meal in the bar had been everything Ty had come to the town searching for. Though he had gotten much more than he anticipated when he ended up meeting the frog's older and much larger brother Lance. Since then the three had been inseparable.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone placing a large plate full of food in front of him. Looking up Ty saw the rough face of the diners server, the place only had about two and they usually worked opposite each other unless the place was really busy. The guy was tall, like most of the guys in the town, and well built with a powerful muscular chest and arms. The dark shirt he wore stretched tight over a firm round midsection that hardly had any wobble to it at all. He wasn't the largest guy Ty had seen in the town but he was in no way the smallest, that title went to the weasel who ran the motel. The raccoon who stood above Ty at the moment had the normal coloring his kind was known for, the black mask over his eyes and down snout always have him a shifty look but Ty knew that he was more honest than most anyone else.

The roughness of his face came more from the dozen or so scared patches that disrupted his short face fur. Ty has heard many stories about what had caused the scars, but he didn't believe any of them simply because they all usually alluded to the raccoon coming from a background where he was used as a brutal muscle man for higher. Ty was sure that if he asked the guy would tell him but it seemed too personal plus something about the way he avoided eye contact gave Ty the impression that the raccoon was embarrassed by them.

"Thanks, Darrell," Ty said giving the raccoon a large bright smile.

The server nodded slightly before turning away and heading off. The raccoon was never much for small talk. Bringing his attention down to his plate of food Ty was happy to see that, like always, the chicken strips were the perfect golden brown and the fries were the perfect amount of crunchy and chewy. Pouring a large amount of ketchup into a puddle in one corner of the plate he began to eat. The meat was juicy and delicious and the fries weren't too salty which he appreciated greatly. Nothing was worse than an over-salted french fry. Just as he was scooping up the last of the ketchup with a fry he heard the sound of the diner door opening.

Looking up he saw Darren and Lance forcing their massive bodies through the frame. He couldn't hold back a chuckle as they both had to struggle to make it through. Ever since they had made him a permanent addition to their diets their weight had almost doubled. Their bellies were much much larger than before and it made moving through doors tricky. They didn't seem to mind and neither had ever stated a desire to lose weight. The only adjustment to their daily lives Ty had seen was that Darren had begun doing a small amount of working out only to keep his gut firm but not to lose any of its sizes.

"I don't wanna wake up looking like flabby over here." He would often say with a gesture to Lance who's gut was very soft and hung low.

This would often lead to a small wrestling match between the two with the winner pinning the other under their heavy bellies and grinding their faces into it until they tapped out. Ty loved those moments because it always lead to him playing and worshiping the winner's belly before finding himself curled up inside it as a victory snack. The hybrid had to force his mind away from those thoughts since he could easily get lost in them and wind up teasing the brothers until one decided to put him in his place. Normally that wasn't a bad thing since his place was inside their tummies, but he had something important to talk to the two about and he didn't need the distraction at the moment.

Once both the frog's had forced their way through the door they spotted Ty and quickly made their way through the diner until they reached his table. Whenever Darren and Lance came to the diner they usually sat at the bar since it was better able to accommodate their bellies, however, the bar was currently occupied so they forced their way into the booth. The loud screeching of the heavy booth seats grinding across the floor filled the room as they forced their way into the seats. Darren sitting opposite Ty while Lance pushed himself in next to the canine.

Instantly Ty was sandwiched between the wall beside the booth and Lance's massive squishy gut. The heat radiating off the mound of green fat was intense and it called to Ty in a way that made him want to cuddle up into it and sink into the folds. In fact, he started doing just that and when Lance placed his large powerful arm around the hybrid and began squeezing him into his side Ty knew that he had to pull away or be lost to his belly lust. With great effort, he pushed himself away just a bit but even so he was still squished tightly against the older frog's side.

"Christ bro, can't ya give him a bit of space? Your fat ass is gonna smother the pup!" Darren said though there was no heat in his voice.

Lance let out a croak before chuckling. "The pup loves it, look at em? If he could spend the rest of the day between the folds of my belly I bet he would."

Ty couldn't argue that point at all. However, he was resolved to at least tell the two his news first before anything else. Just as he was about to speak through Darrell appeared at the table and pointed at the scratch marks on the floor and glared at the two. His silent reprimand was obvious but was really driven home when he jerked a thumb at the large window that opened up into the kitchen behind the bar. Ty craned his neck and was just able to make out a pair of seeming glowing yellow eyes glaring at them from the kitchen. Ty feels a twinge of fear rush through him at the sight of the eyes but when he looks at the brothers neither of them seem to care too much about it.

"Ahh tell that old dog that his floor is fine!" Lance grunted waving a webbed hand casually. "Sides he's shutting down next month for repairs anyway if it really sticks in his paw well replace the tile."

The raccoon shook his head before rolling his paw in a small circle as if to say; "Whatever get on with it."

Ty was always amazed at how much the raccoon could communicate without actually speaking. It wasn't that he couldn't, Ty had heard him talk before, it was simply that he chose not to. The brothers ordered without looking at the menu, most of the town's folks knew it by heart, then Darrell nodded and walked off. The brothers exchanged looks with each other before turning their attention back to Ty.

"Alright pup, what's up?" Darren grunted. "You've been avoiding us most of the morning then leave us cryptic messages to meet you here for lunch."

Beside him, Lance grunted. "Yeah… I was planning on having a belly pup snack before lunch today."

Ty chuckled and patted Lance's thick meaty arm.

"Aww don't worry big guy, you can have a snack for dessert if you want it." He said in a consoling way. "But I have something important to tell you both and I wasn't really sure how to say it before."

Both the brothers grew serious and looked at the hybrid with guarded expressions.

"You're not thinking of leaving us are ya pup?" Darren asked.

Ty felt his eyes go wide and he quickly shook his head wildly.

"Oh God no! No never!" He saw them both visibly relax. "Nothing like that. It's just… well in about two days… it'll be my birthday."

No sooner had he said the word that Ty felt the brothers swell with eagerness and excitement.

"What!? Your birthday!" Darren croaked loud enough to draw attention.

"Pup why didn't you tell us? We could have put something together!" Lance continued.

The two frogs instant leaned in close to each other and began talking quickly and in short clipped words that Ty couldn't fully follow. He had heard the two talk in such a way before, they usually did it when wanting to keep something secret and Ty assumed it was either a foreign language or else just a sort of casual mountain speak he hadn't picked up on yet. He tried to get their attention but had to nearly smack them before they paid any attention to him.

"I didn't tell you because something else happens on my birthday other than me getting older." He hissed in a low whisper that only the brothers could hear.

This more than anything caught their attention. Lance twisted as much as he could, making the booth scrape more over the floor, and they both leaned in close.

"Spill it pup. We don't keep secrets in this family." Lance grunted his eyes surprisingly hard giving Ty the impression that this was one of the few rules that they wouldn't stand being broken.

He had to spare a moment to think over the past few months and had to admit that as far as he knew neither Darren or Lance had ever lied to him.

"Okay… okay… well, you know how I can reform after being eaten?" He started. When both brothers nodded he took a breath and carries on. "Well once a year, on my birthday, the power my grandmother gave me sort of… goes into overdrive."

"What does that mean?" Darren asked his voice low so as not to carry.

"Well, normally when I'm eaten and digested you know it takes about two hours or so for me to come back." They both nodded again. "On my birthday, it doesn't take two hours… it takes roughly 30 seconds."

The words seemed to hang in the air for several long minutes as the two frogs took in this information. During that time Darrell returned and placed their plates of food in front of each brother. Though for the first time ever Ty saw them push the plates aside and ignore them completely.

"Are you telling us…" Darren started. "That in two days whenever we eat and digest you, you'll come back in less than a minute and be ready to get eaten again?"

The air around the three of them seemed to grow electric as Ty could feel the brother's excitement build.

He shook his head slightly. "No, not quite… I don't come back after being digested… I come back after passing out."

He saw their golden-yellow eyes grow wide as dinner plates as they registered the words. They looked at each other once again and exchanged a few more words in that unknown language before turning back to Ty. They questioned him more about it learning that unlike his normal reformation where he can come back within a 500-yard radius on his birthday he reforms directly beside the person who ate him. Once the two had gotten every bit of information from the pup that they could they spent the rest of the lunch talking back and forth to each other while eating their cold food.

Once that was done they paid for the meal, Ty's also despite his protest, and took off telling the pup not to worry and that they would make sure he had the best birthday ever. After they had gone Ty was left sitting in the booth by himself. He hadn't expected them to get so excited about his news. Well, he figured they'd be happy to be able to eat him more frequently, but they had been genuinely excited just to know it was his birthday. That was something he hadn't had much of before, at least not since he left home. Once more his hand went up to touch his collar and he smiled feeling warmth flood through him. He truly did feel loved.

Just as he was getting up to leave the diner the sound of the door opening cut through his thoughts. Looking over he was surprised to see Lance walking back over to him a look of determination on his face and more than a small amount of drool leaking from the corner of his wide mouth. Before Ty could ask what was wrong the massive frog grabbed him around the shoulder and pulled him tightly against his large gurgling belly. Ty felt himself sink several inches into the soft and doughlike tummy and heat rushed to his face making him blush.

"I almost forgot my dessert!" The frog said his voice slightly wet sounding due to the slobber he was licking off his lips.

Ty tilted his head up so he could watch that large maw descend down at him. At the same time, he felt the strong arms wrapped around him shift down to cup under his rear lifting him up to meet the dark fleshy tunnel of Lance's gullet. A short time later the large frog brother exited the diner, his gut sagging lower than normal and each step making it bounce as he gave it several loving pats before belching loudly.

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The next morning Ty yawned and stretched out feeling his back pop. As always he was naked, a requirement in the house, however, something that wasn't usual was the fact that he was alone in the large bed. Both Lance and Darren were gone and their spots on the bed were cold telling him that they had been gone for a while. He was used to one of the brothers being gone in the morning, though never both at the same time. He wondered for a moment if something was wrong but quickly decided that it was more than likely they had left to get whatever surprise ready for his birthday.

For a moment he flopped back onto the bed grabbing Darren's pillow and hugging it to himself breathing deeply of the frog's scent. The musk was strong and made the canine's tail wag happily. The first few days he had lived with the brothers Ty had been able to smell them everywhere. But as those sorts of things usually go the smell faded over time and before long he was only able to smell it when pressed right up against either of them or when he would be doing the laundry. After he had gotten his fill of Darren's scent he rolled over and grabbed Lance's pillow and spent some time enjoying his smell as well. It was a good fifteen minutes before he pushed himself out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Freshly showered and in clean clothes, Ty stepped out of the house and took off down the road. He had never considered getting a car, partly because there wasn't a place around to buy one. But mostly because the town wasn't so big that driving was really any faster than walking. Over the months Ty had walked around every inch of the town and had found that he could easily travel from one end to the other in little over an hour. Granted that didn't include his starting point from the brother's house which was set a bit outside of the town's official property line.

Even so that only added an extra fifteen to twenty minutes to the hike. Bundling his coat tighter around him Ty braced himself as a strong gust of cold wind blew around him. Being so elevated the fall morning was chillier than he was used to but he didn't mind. It just meant that they would make a much bigger fire tonight in the back yard to hold off the chill. Ty needed to remember to ask what the brothers usually did once winter hit and snow covered the ground. They had lived in the mountains all their life so he was sure they were adjusted to the cold, though Ty most definitely wasn't. He didn't mind being cold but freezing was a whole other story.

As he entered the town he saw the usual morning folks trudging here and there. Ty still was amazed by the fact that the majority of the inhabitants of the town seemed to be made up of large beefy, and mostly chubby, guys. With the exception of one or two smaller skinnier guys none of the men was smaller than 6 foot or weighed less than 250 pounds. Likewise, Ty had yet to see a single female with the exception of one passing through on their way to the city at the base of the mountain. Once he had asked his friend Jack about it and the large bear simply chuckled and ruffled Ty's head.

"Mountain life ain't really fit for smaller folks." He said before poking Ty's small belly. "Ya gotta be a big man to live up here… or at least know big men in your case. As for the women… well, let's just say many of them don't find much reason ta stay here."

Ty wasn't sure exactly what Jack meant by that, but when he tried to push the issue he was told not to worry about it. He got a very similar reply from anyone else he asked so after a while he simply stopped. Stopping in front of the building that housed his massage parlor Ty debated on if he should go in and open up, checking his watch he saw it was a bit too early for that. Most of his regular customers didn't start showing up until around lunchtime and it was hardly ten. Instead, he walked further down the road until he got to a small shop with a large glass window set into the wall. Inside the window were dozens of display shelves filled with the best and most delicately decorated cakes and pastries Ty had ever seen in his life.

Plates of large cookies, racks of crispbread and more platters full of smaller pastries and treats. Ty loved coming into the shop. It was the only bakery in town and it was run by the sweetest guy Ty had ever met. Pushing the door open a small bell tinkled above his head as he entered. Instantly the smell of baked goods and sweets filled his nose and made his mouth water. His stomach growled hungrily and just like every time he contemplated buying a whole cake for himself regardless of the time of day.

"Just a second!" A cheery voice called from the back room. "I'll be right with you!"

True to his word the baker came out a second later. He was slightly shorter than most of the other guys in town, even so, he still stood head and shoulders above Ty. He had wide shoulders and his arms were well-muscled thanks to lifting heavy bags of flour and trays of baked goods all day. However his chest wasn't as powerful as most and in fact, he had more of what would be called man boobs than pecs. His midsection was large and round showing that the guy was more than happy to fill himself full of the sweets he bakes. His black fur was covered in spots of white flour with a large smear of it across his forehead from where he must have whipped his forearm.

A large fluffy tail curled up behind him helping to counterbalance the weight of the large rack of fresh cakes he was carrying. They were all white and bare of decoration. Carefully, he moved to a counter and placed the rack down with a grunt before slapping his hands together sending flour flying in small clouds. When he turned to see who had entered his eyes brightened when he saw Ty standing there.

"Well if it ain't the best belly rubber in town." The skunk said his face splitting in a smile.

Ty chuckled. "Morning Armin. How's my favorite baker?"

The skunk didn't miss a beat when he replied; "Hungry! But what do you expect when I spend all my time eating these…" he waves an arm indicated all the cakes and cookies. "They taste amazing but aren't very filling. Plus they go through me so fast I end up having to eat more and more!"

He grabbed his belly bunching up his apron and gave it a few playful bounces and several loving pats.

"Ah well, it's your life's curse I suppose to make the best cakes in the world and get fat off them." Ty teased coming up to the counter where Armin stood.

The skunk dramatically put his thick wrist to his forehead and let out a dramatic groan as if he was lamenting the gods his plight. The act didn't last long before he burst out into a loud deep belly laugh that never failed to make Ty smile. The skunk was as jolly and jovial as any cartoon version of Santa Claus.

"What brings you to my shop so early?" He asked after the laughter faded. "It's a bit early for sweets isn't it?"

Ty nodded before pointing to a fresh loaf of bread. "But not too early for a little of that… what kind is it?"

"Ahh yes!" Armin chuckled picking up the large heavy loaf. "Sourdough fresh out. I've got some hazelnut spread that goes perfectly with it."

Before Ty even said anything the skunk began to cut a thick chunk from the loaf. The crust crunched and crinkled in a fantastic melody releasing its tangy smell into the air. Armin placed it on a small napkin and sat it and a jar of hazelnut spread before Ty.

"Enjoy!" He said with a smile before waving away the hybrids attempt to pay. "Oh no… it's on the house. Least I can do for the soon to be the birthday boy."

Ty felt his face flush at the words. "Who… how?"

Armin chuckled and tapped his nose. "Darren was in when I first opened. He told me and made a special cake request." The skunk put a hand up to his mouth and gave an over the top squeak of surprise. "Whoops! Did I say that? Heh, you didn't hear it from me."

Ty couldn't help but laugh at how truly silly the skunk was. He was happy that Armin had set up his shop in the town, he had a sinking feeling that if he had tried to do that in a city that the harsher folks there would have worn that charm out of him. Ty ate his bread smearing a good amount of the hazelnut onto it. It was delicious. As he ate they chatted about a wide range of topics. Armin decorated the small cakes at the same time and Ty couldn't help but be awed by the skill he showed in each sugary flower. Once he was done he said goodbye to Armin headed out he had spent more time than he intended in the shop but that wasn't anything new.

Back in the crisp cool air, Ty felt his spirits lighten as they always did after time spent with the baker. Heading back to his massage parlor he found Jack standing outside waiting for him. Taken a little aback by the large bear Ty nevertheless rushed forward and wrapped his arms as best he could around Jack's midsection. A deep base chuckle came from the bear as he returned the hug burying Ty in his hefty tummy and dense fur.

"Hey, little buddy!" Jack said happily. "You're just in time. I've got a buddy here who has been eager as hell ta feel your magic fingers on his belly."

Releasing the canine from his hug Jack took a few steps to the side showing someone who had previously been hidden behind his great bulk. Standing behind the bear was someone Ty had never seen before. The first thought that hit him was how in the world did he not notice the guy standing there before? He was just as tall as Jack as though he was easily twice as wide! Pale grey leathery-looking skin covered his body and glistened with a layer of something Ty couldn't identify. Long feeler like appendages dangling from his face gave the very vague look of eyebrows and a mustache. His mouth was massive, twice as wide as either Darren or Lance's.

His body was, for lack of a better word, fat. Unlike most of the other larger guys of the town who had muscle mixed in with their pudge. This guy was just pound after pound of soft fat. Somehow he had managed to pack himself into a tight-fitting pair of worn and torn overalls. The shoulder straps slightly cutting into his shoulders. It wasn't until Ty saw the large thick finned tail that it hit him what this guy was. A massive catfish of some kind. Ty had never met one before, though he had seen pictures of them. None of them had looked like this guy though.

"Ty," Jack said. "This is my buddy, Bud."

"Um… nice to meet you, Bud," Ty said happily that his voice had remained calm and even.

In reply, Bud began a series of low rumbling sounds that Ty at first thought was gibberish. The thought that the guy might be simple-minded came to him but when he turned to look at Jack the bear chuckled.

"Don't worry, not many people can understand him. Bud here isn't quite like everyone else here. He lives further up the mountain in a secluded cabin. Back in the old days of the town that area was what city folk call the ghetto. They had their own way of talking up there and not many in town remember it anymore." Jack explained. "He's just as smart as you or I. He just prefers to talk like this since he doesn't get into town much."

Jack then translated what Bud had said which basically was; "Nice to meet you, Jack has told me all about you."

They exchanged a few more words helped by the bear's translation before Ty opened his store and let the two large males in. Like Lance and Darren, Bud had a moment of trouble pushing through the door and Ty resolved to do a slight remodel to make the door bigger. Once inside Ty lead Jack and his friend into the back room where he did the massages. Jack told Bud that he would get a rub down first so the catfish could see how it was done for which Ty was very thankful. He was slightly nervous about Bud simply because he didn't want to do anything that might offend him. By starting on Jack he was able to calm down enough to realize that beyond the strange nature of the hillbilly Bud wasn't too bad of a guy.

It was around that time that Ty also began to find his eyes constantly traveling from Jack's large soft belly over to the much larger gut that Bud kept confined in his overalls. The hybrid began to find it harder to concentrate on what he was doing and began to imagine what that belly would feel like under his hands. How much would it jiggle if not confined behind clothes? More importantly, how spacious was it on the inside? When Jack chuckled and pushed himself off the table he gave Ty a wink.

"Something distracting ya pup?" The bear had a towel wrapped around his waist, though his grip on it was very slack allowing it to slip down enough that Ty could see the thick base of his shaft.

Jack gestured at Bud inviting the fish to strip down and climb into the table. With surprisingly nimble fingers the guy undid the clasps of his overalls and with a bit of effort pushed it all down around his ankles. Almost as if he was in a cartoon Ty watched as that massive belly spilled out from its prison and stretched down nearly to the ground before literally bouncing back up. It bounced slightly a few more times and jiggles constantly before settling down. Once it did Bud climbed into the table and laid there, his grey leathery skin fully exposed. He didn't even need to bother with a towel for privacy, his gut hangs low enough to completely cover his crotch and then some.

Gulping hard and feeling light-headed Ty began to reach out to begin his rub down. Before he could though Jack tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to look at the bear the guy pointed to his nose before handing the canine a small rag. Taking the rag Ty placed it to his nose and held it there. He didn't need to look to know his nose had been bleeding from over excitement. Once he was sure it had stopped he tossed the rag into a bin then took a deep calming breath. Bud was watching him, his wide mouth split into a large grin and he mumbled something to Jack that made the bear laugh.

"Yeah, I told ya he was." The bear replied with a grin.

Ty ignored their conversation and carefully places his hands on Bud's massive tummy. Instantly his hands sank into the soft warm flesh, if he applied any pressure they would sink in further. The effect was instant and this was exactly what the canine did. Pressing just a bit more made his hands sink into the soft fat until both his hands were nearly completely engulfed. A wet gurgling chuckle came from the Catfish as he stretched and sighed his arms going behind his head and his eyes closing. This was all the affirmation Ty needed, he began to really get to work.

Over the course of the next hour, Ty worked the large gut over. His paws rubbed and caressed every inch he could reach. More than once he felt the gut rumble hungrily and whenever that happened, he saw the look on Bud's face shift from one of pleasure to one of hunger. This only served to excite Ty more and he doubled his attention and efforts. All the whole Jack stood in the background watching the show the towel he kept around his waist constantly rising up and falling down as his lust at watching the show before him waxed and waned. Finally, by the end of the hour, Ty was more worn out than he ever had been before.

The muscles in his arms ached but the pain was worth the pleasure he had received from it. Bud stood up from the table and chuckled before saying something that made Jack smirk.

"Oh yeah, that parts true too and it's totally worth it. But I'd probably wait a few days before doing that." He replied.

The catfish nodded and grunted something else that made Jack shake his head.

"No no, I got this one covered. You head on home, I'll see ya, tomorrow buddy."

The two did a quick salute before Bud thumped his way out of the room and out of the building. His heavy footsteps vibrating the ground even after he was outside of the building. Before Ty could ask what that had been about Jack placed a roll of bills into the canine's hands and winked.

"I think you've got yourself another customer." He teased. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be here whenever he wants one. Just in case."

Ty wanted to ask what they had talked about, but Jack didn't give him the chance. He said a quick goodbye before leaving as well leaving Ty alone and more confused than before.

Several hours later, with the sun hanging low in the sky, Ty exited his shop and locked it up. He sighed and rolled his head a few times working the kinks from his neck. It had been a decently busy day after Jack and Bud had left. Each hour after lunch had been taken up by someone wanting one of his rubdowns. He had been more than happy to oblige but it had left him sore and tired. He was looking forward to a nice long hot shower and hopefully a trip down either Darren or Lance's gullets. A hit of time churning in a tummy always made him feel refreshed.

As he headed off down the street he was surprised by just how dark it was getting. He was still adjusting to how the light of the day was different being so high up in the mountain. By this time the following month, Ty was sure that he would be walking home in the dark. He didn't mind and actually enjoyed late night walks, he would just have to remember to carry a flashlight with him when he left the lights of the town behind. Another peek of the town was that after a certain time all the lights went out leaving everything pitch black. This meant you could look up and see a sky full of a brightly shining star, light pollution wasn't an issue up there.

The sound of a slowly approaching car turned Ty's attention away from the heavens and back down to earth. Wondering if maybe it was Darren or Lance coming to pick him up he stopped and turned. Instead of the beat-up old truck, he saw a large 4x4 tan truck. A large intricate star was painted on the hood and the word 'Sheriff' was stenciled across the sides in dark letters. With the shadows of the late evening falling it was hard to get a good look at the person behind the wheel but Ty had seen enough of the guy to know him by his outline. The truck jerked to a stop and rumbled low and threateningly, like a jungle beast ready to pounce.

The driver's side door opened and the whole vehicle jerked and shook as the driver stepped out. Closing the door Ty saw the full and magnificent form of Chuck the town sheriff striding around and over to him. Chuck was truly a sight to behold, standing close to nine feet tall and almost as wide as the front of his beloved patrol truck. Thick green scales covering every inch of his hide with the exception of the pale yellow that ran from his chin down his throat and over his chest, belly and between his legs. The uniform shirt he wore was just barely able to contain his girth. Each deep breath threatened to make the buttons pop and spill his massive boulder-like muscle gut out for all the world to see.

The rumor Ty had been told was that Chuck in his youth had been a world-class bodybuilder. Every inch of him packed with rock hard muscle and with enough strength in each arm to lift an elephant over his head. That part at least was true since there was a picture of it on display at the police station. However, after a brief stint in the military the gator had decided to shift his focus from bodybuilder competitions to protecting and serving. No one ever said what exactly brought the guy to the town but he had been there for over 20 years.

There was another rumor, more of a running joke really, that Chuck had a special holding cell for particularly troublesome offenders and drifters who constantly invaded the town in the spring and summer. From the chuckles and elbow nudges, Ty had figured that his 'special cell' was a reference to his massive gut. Ty had noticed the sheriff tailing him most everywhere he had gone for the first few weeks he had been in town though he had never been approached or detained before. He wondered what was the cause for it today.

"Evening sheriff." He said when the gator was close enough.

The guy's small dark eyes were lost in the shadow of his thick overhanging eyebrow ridge. It gave him a constant menacing look that fits well with his massive size. For a while the gator didn't reply, he simply stood there looking down at the canine his large thick tail thumping gently as it dragged on the ground behind him.

"You're the pup those brothers took in ain't ya?" He finally said, his voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder.

Ty nodded torn between scared out of his mind and over his head attracted to the sheer size of the officer and especially his massive belly.

"Y-yes, sir." He said trying to keep the shake out of his voice.

A deep rumbling hum vibrated from the gator's throat. Ty watched a thick but short tongue poke out from between the scaly lips and run over the jagged exposed teeth that lined his jaw.

"Been meaning ta stop in." He grunted slightly jerking his head at the massage parlor. "Word round town is ya do good work."

The gator paused as if waiting for Ty to confirm or deny the claim. Gulping but feeling slightly better than it wasn't looking like he was in trouble Ty replied.

"Th-thank you, sir. I'm told I do."

Another deep rumble came from the sheriff. "I get off shift at five on Friday… keep the doors open and I'll find out for myself."

Ty normally shut the store at four but the way the gator spoke told him that the big guy was used to getting his way. He waited just long enough for Ty to nod his head in agreement before he turned and slowly lumbered back into his truck. Before the gator got back behind the wheel he said;

"Be seeing ya pup."

The truck shook as the massive mountain of a man climbed back in and shut the door with a crack like a gunshot. The engine revved for a moment before the truck glided by and vanished around a corner. Ty stood rooted to the spot for almost five minutes, not sure if he should be afraid or aroused by the interaction. His head told him he should at least be cautious but his belly lust told him to do whatever the big guy says if it means getting his hands on that massive tummy!

Shaking himself Ty decided that for the moment he would put the interaction behind him and worry about it when Friday came. Maybe he could ask Lance about it, the elder frog always seemed to know about everyone in town and was usually a bit more forthcoming with information. Especially if Ty softened him up first with some belly rubs and a blowjob. Taking a breath the canine continued his walk home, thoughts of what the following day would bring dancing through his mind.

To be Continued....