Samson's restaurant, Bear's Den, was quickly becoming a staple in the queer community. The good and decently priced items drew in all the crowds, of course the Belly Buster combos really brought in the bears and the gainers. The restaurant had a small bar and a little stage for the drag queens, musicians and other entertainment. Samson's dream of having a successful restaurant was coming true... but there was still a way to go before he could pay off the loan he took out to afford the place. On top of that Samson was always a chef, never the front man and boss before. He felt a little out of his element. On top of that his boy friend Thomas was still out of a job. Samson would love to put Thomas to work as a waiter or bar staff.. but he was as graceful as a boulder in a rock garden. He was great for street marketing and help testing new food ideas, but Thomas wasn't bringing in his share of the rent.
Samson found himself sitting at Doc Barah's office, the muscle bear doctor of the gay village, feeling stressed out, not eating like he normally does, not sleeping well, worrying, nearly having a panic attack every time the phone rang and more.
"I'm going to subscribe you some anti anxiety meds, Samson," said Dr. Barah as he wrote down on his note pad looking up over his glasses," I'm sure this patch will fade. Your bar is doing well and I'm sure your boy friend will get a job in no time."
"Thanks, doc," Samson smiled feeling like a little boy again next to such a large man. Samson's jealously once again flared up, but he also admired such a handsome man," Are there any side effects to this medication?"
"Nothing too serious," Dr. Barah answered handing Samson the paper," A few people said dry mouth, harder to wake up from sleeping, weight gain, you know, the regular. If any of them get to you, come back here and we'll try something else."
'Weight gain wouldn't be that bad,' Samson thought and remembered how he had lost a few pounds from stress lately. "Will do, doc."
"Have a good day Samson, keep up the good cooking," Dr. Barah wished and slapped Samson on the ass as he walked out," I'll bring by my otter later for a meal this week."
"I look forward to serving you," Samson said and headed out of the Doctor's office and to the pharmacy to pick up his meds. They were a twice a day with a meal variety. Not too large, but no sliver of a pill either.
Samson took his first pill and cooked up some spaghetti and meatballs for him and Thomas, who had received another couple of reject notices from his job hunt earlier that week.
"Don't worry babe, it's hard for a lot of people," Samson said as he dished out some food to Thomas. Thomas was a go-go boy when the two meet, but looking at him now and you would have never guessed that. Thomas was now a 280 pound scruffy guy with multiple rolls and a soft flabby belly. Samson loved Thomas' soft belly over the abs, mostly because he put most of the weight there with his cooking. But Samson wondered what it would be like to be the fatter and taller one of the relationship... and what it would be like to be the big top of the relationship. Samson could feel his little guy tingle with the idea. Samson popped a pill and begun to eat his dinner.
A few days later, what does Samson notice?
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