Warning: The following story features themes such as WEIGHT GAIN, STUFFING, etc, so if you’re not into those kind of things then you have been warned c:

Hope you enjoy <3
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Bernard’s Discovery, part 3


One month later

The sharp and lukewarm rays of the morning sunlight refracted onto the bed on which the couple was happily asleep. Bernard moved around in a lazy attempt to escape the bright lights hitting his sleepy eyelids and tried to turn to sleep on the other side, moving the blankets with him as he did so. That movement made Col wriggle around in a vain search for a cloth to cover himself with that was long taken away by his mate. This wasn’t a problem before, but now that Bernard got larger and the surface area of his body increased drastically, he needed more of the blanket to keep him cozy, leaving less and less of it to his beloved fox.

“You’re doing it again!,” the fox exclaimed with one eye open, rubbing the other one eye to fully wake up.
“MMmhmm~,” Bernard muttered something incomprehensible even for himself, his eyes still closed and his head on the pillow.

Colin sighed and smiled, looking at the curve of the wolfdog’s body lying beside him. The blankets were covering his full frame, and it was easy to see how much wider he got even when he was on his side. The fox gently and curiously ran his paw from Bernard’s shoulder to his hips, carefully pushing his fingers into the layer of flab through the thin blankets. His fingers sank a little bit, especially around his middle, where the concentration of flab was the greatest.

In a little bit Bernard was awake too. He rubbed his eyes, then stretching out his arms in a morning yawn. He then got up and found himself next to that mirror in which he looked before going to his grandparents over a month ago. The reflection was not the same since then. He got fat. His arms and whole body grew doughier, with a layer of fat covering pretty much everything. He grew some full chubby cheeks, which made his smile cuter than before. His neck was now wider, with a subtle double chin forming. His arms were now significantly larger and jiggled whenever he would move them quickly. His chest was pushing out more, and the moobs were also beginning to become more prominent. His stomach was his proudest accomplishment. It was now quite evidently sticking out in a pot belly, and both him and Colin loved it. He was wearing his old pyjama, and it rode up on his gut, revealing his grey belly fur.

In the duration of this month he actually joined Col with going to the gym, but that is because his desired area of weight gain was his belly. He was stretching it out every few days, eating more and more every week. He never regretted starting to gain weight, and was enjoying himself like never before.

His waist got wider as everything else, and that was what Colin liked the most. With the waist larger grew his bum, and the need for larger clothes. Bernard was still getting used to having a larger bottom, especially while sitting and moving. He now needed a little more space while on the chair than he was used to. The space between his legs decreased noticeably as well. Even his feet grew larger. His paws were now much meatier than before, feeling a little heavier as well. He felt like he’d need bigger shoes because his current ones wouldn’t fit him perfectly anymore.

It was a weekend day and that meant that breakfast would be big. He walked into the kitchen, excited for the upcoming meal. Colin hugged and kissed him good morning. Both their tails were wagging.

“So, I have an idea for what we could do to start the day,” the fox smirked leading Bernie to the couch instead of the kitchen.
“Do tell!,” Bernard responded with anticipation.

“We’re going to play a drinking game, except with soda and muffins with doughnuts instead of alcohol,” Colin laughed a little bit and went to bring out boxes of doughnuts, muffins, and a few dozen two litre bottles of soda of different colours and flavours. Bernard’s eyes lit up.
“This is exciting! We haven’t done this before!,” he shared, then adding
“Are you going to do it with me?,” he looked at his mate raising one eyebrow with a smile.
“This time I will, I probably won’t have as much as you though~,” the fox giggled in response.
“The rules are that we are going to watch a comedy, and whenever one of us laughs we have to eat a doughnut, a muffin and take a large sip of the soda” Col added, receiving an excited nod from Bernard for an answer.

So they began, and first it was alright, they weren’t laughing that much. Maybe once every few minutes. But at a certain point their moods got a lot better and they both started laughing a lot more. Each one of them was on their second bottle of soda, and both have lost count of the doughnuts and muffins consumed. Col was filling up quickly, and the month long practice was showing his Bernard, who was nowhere near full.

After having finished the second bottle of soda, Colin moaned softly, holding onto his middle and panting silently.
“Can we take a break?,” the fox said with a tired undertone,
“Sure, hun~,” Bernard answered with a grin.

The wolfdog gave his gut a confident pat, looking over at his mate struggling with the amount of liquid and food in him. He leaned over, hearing the soda slush inside his stretched belly and placed his paws on the gurgling stomach of his mate. Making brief eye contact he asked permission to give him belly rubs and receiving a nod for an answer proceeded. He tenderly caressed the belly with his paws, massaging it in all directions. Bernard knew that Col could go much further, since his belly was barely larger than it usually is. The fox’s stomach was pushing out only a tiny bit. After a few minutes Colin blushed and thanked Bernard for the help, saying that he was ready to continue.

They got back to the game, with a lot of the supplies still left for them to eat and drink. As the minutes passed the movie proved to be funny with them laughing a great deal. Gradually they made their way through their third bottles. Bernard was having a great time listening to how his boyfriend was trying to take short breaths not to disturb his overfilled belly. It was now sticking out quite a bit.

“I think you’re done for your first time! Your performance is quite impressive actually!,” the wolfdog said, caressing the fox’s shoulder, then belly.
“T-thanks..” Col answered, a blush showing on his cheeks. He laid back on the couch, with his tongue sticking out. While still being able to move, Bernard leaned over Colin’s stomach, making him take off his shirt and reveal the bloated midriff of the fox. Bernard leaned in close and licked the fluffy middle of his mate, then nuzzling it for a few seconds. He then proceeded to rub it, pushing on it softly and putting his ear to it to listen it protesting against the amount of substance in it by gurgling vigorously. Colin belched and immediately covered his maw with both his paws with an embarrassed expression, a sudden blush upon his face.

“Don’t worry cutie~,” Bernard giggled, “that will make it less uncomfortable, it’ll get you more space down there,” he said, poking Col’s stomach. His mate nodded his head in a rather bashful manner and burped a few more times. Bernard smiled and laughed softly, kissing him on the nose.

“Okay, now I’m gonna see what I can do about the unfinished soda and doughnuts,” the wolfdog stated confidently, seeing as the muffins were done.
He took his fourth bottle of soda and opened it, hearing the gasses quickly escape the plastic container. He put it to his muzzle and let the red liquid run down his throat into his already stuffed middle, letting him enjoy the artificial cherry flavour. Half way through the bottle he took a break for a few doughnuts. It took him two bites to eat one. His belly was reaching it’s limit, and he felt it. The box was still open, his paw reached in it only to further stain his fur in the chocolate glazing. He bit in the soft dough, feeling the cream inside flow inside his eager maw. He picked up the bottle once again to wash it all down and placed the other paw on his belly. As he was chugging the bottle he felt as his gut grew under his paw, and that excited him greatly. He felt that he won’t move for some time after finishing the bottle, which he did shortly. He then sat back, and relaxed with his eyes half closed. He felt like he turned into a soda bottle himself, with so much sloshing with every movement.
“BURRRRAP,” he suddenly belched, then smacking his lips in great satisfaction. He noticed that his pyjama rode up even further up his growing tummy.

“Well that was a filling breakfast!,” he said as they both giggled, and ended up taking a nap.