A prelude to https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49330664/, this takes place a week before. You get back to Archie's apartment after a long night of barhopping together, drunk as fuck and ordering a ton of uber eats to "soak up the alcohol". You watch as he devours an XL pizza, mozzarella sticks, fries, baskets of wings, and brownies with reckless abandon, washing it all down with a 2 liter of soda - like he's done this hundreds of times before (wink).

He doesn't even realize how much he's idly playing with his belly, rubbing it, moaning between bites, you cant help but stare at such a pure display of gluttony from your friend whos usually snooty and reserved. He prides himself in keeping up his preppy appearance, except around food, and with his inhibitions removed from a night of drinking, he cant hold back.

Coming up for air after inhaling the last brownie, he sees you staring wide eyed and tented on the other side of the couch, the fur on his neck stands up and his face turns deep red. "uh...." He mutters. He tries to hide his embarrassment by turning it around on you. "Enjoying the show? You like fat boys or something?" With a slap of his belly for emphasis, it wobbles heavily.

"Ugh, youre so weird, what do you want to rub it or something? How do you even like this stuff...." Archie mutters as he leans back on the couch, lifting his ill fitting hoodie. He won't admit it, but he loves it.