Bernard’s Discovery, part 4

Warning: This story contains WEIGHT GAIN, STUFFING, etc, so if you’re not into those kind of things, you have been warned!

Hope you enjoy part 4 c: <3
This time with a little more unexpected romance..

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Bernard’s Discovery, part 4

A month later

He huffed moving around in his old plastic chair with upholstery that was once yellow, that have long turned into a dirty shade of that color. His belt was too tight once again, according to the inflated ball of a gut that was pressing into it, causing Bernard’s shirt to ride up again, putting pressure on those sturdy little buttons that held his white working shirt together. He bent forward a little bit, only to feel how the metal buckle of his belt pressed into the grey stretched fur on his tummy, once more reminding him of all the weight he’d gained.

He was a newspaper editor, and had a neat little office to himself, which made re-adjusting his belt a lot less awkward as there was no one watching him do it. He did however have a boss, who was quite intrusive at times, but Bernard didn’t seem to mind.

Over the course of the past few months the wolfdog was packing on pounds like crazy. Every few days he would binge eat almost to the point of food coma, just stretching his already bloated stomach even farther and getting high on the feeling of complete fullness. It was his serious addiction, but nobody around him seemed to mind. His parents haven’t seen him, and it was best if it stayed that way for some time, he figured.

He had to buy a new suit a couple of times now, since his body was growing almost constantly. Little by little, but it was showing. His thighs were now about twice as big as they used to be. This description also applies to his arms, which have grown so doughy, the occasional jiggle upon movement was inevitable. His neck was now a lot fluffier with a second chin already formed neatly under his first one. A grey furry layer of flab coated his body like a cozy blanket around a toddler, or like a banana piece dipped in a thick and creamy layer of chocolate, that was left to harden and become a part of it.

Bernard did have a specific workout that he paid close attention to. His main focus being his belly, he went to the gym with Colin, and exercised his arms and legs, which only added volume to his frame. His limbs were a mix of fat and muscle, typically less of the latter. Nonetheless those workouts helped Bernard shape his body more or less the way he wanted to, and he couldn’t be happier about that. Colin had put on some weight as well, although it was incomparable to how heavy Bernard became. None of them seemed to mind, as Colin fully unleashed his affinity towards round stomachs, which was pleasurable for both the wolfdog and the fox.

The workday was long and Bernard was getting ready to eat his lunch that Colin so kindly made for him in the morning. He opened up a little lunch box with a few home made burgers, and snicker bars for dessert. His hungry maw already salivating he felt the smell of the fresh bread buns of the burger covered by sesame seeds being gently squished by his clumsy paws, letting some sauce spill in a little yellow line flowing down his palm. As he opened his maw revealing his sharp teeth coated his saliva and his almost trembling tongue he heard someone giving the door a brief knock, then walking in without without getting the permission to do so. He felt as if he was on the rollercoaster of his dreams, and right before the big fall it stopped, letting all the passengers just awkwardly hang in the air in palpable anticipation, completely motionless. He placed the burger away from his lips back into the lunchbox and wiped off a little line of saliva that managed to jump off his tongue, looking at the sudden intruder with a mix of worry and disappointment.

“Ah, Bernard!,” Paul said, coming towards the wolfdog in a friendly saunter.
“Uh-hi there, Paul~,” Bernard relaxed as it was only his boss, whom he was buddies with.
“Mr. Brown, actually,” the ferret grinned jokingly and chuckled, giving Bernard a pat on the shoulder. Being just a little older than Bernard himself, Paul Brown, his boss, was a slim ferret and a pretty friendly guy, although always a little mysterious.
“How are things?,” the ferret asked, taking a glance at the wolfdog’s middle and then adding an odd smile to his expression. Having noticed that, Bernard narrowed his eyes and responded with a suspicious undertone,
“Good! Things are good. How are things with you, Mr.Brown?,” he said.
“Oh, things are-,” he paused to take a chair and sit in front of Bernard, “good! Pretty good actually,” he responded. An uneasy pause followed, during which Paul was looking away, then looking back at the wolfdog and subtly biting his lower lip, clearly with something on his mind that he wasn't all that comfortable with voicing.
“Something on your mind?,” Bernard asked, tilting his head a little to the side, then adding “Something you wanted to say or ask?,”
“Y-yeah, yes actually. Uhmm…,” the ferret’s short ears lowered even further as he asked “Do you have any plans for the weekend? Are you going to be free?,” the boss asked with a little bit of color now mixing in his cheeks.

Bernard wasn’t quite expecting such a question, so he was a little taken aback. “Is he asking me on a date?” he thought to himself. “Isn’t he straight? Doesn’t he have a wife?” he proceeded asking questions without answers in his own head.
“Err.. Sir, are you… Why are you asking?,” Bernard was really confused now.
“Well I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch, or go see the… the new…,” Paul stuttered a little bit, his cheeks becoming redder as he spoke. Bernard tended to be quite straightforward when it got to asking awkward or odd questions.
“Are you asking me out on a date?,” he looked the ferret in the eyes, questioning his motives.
“I… I guess so!,” the poor thing has never been so embarrassed before, his blue eyes moving from corner to corner, his shaky paw bashfully tugging on the sleeve of his suit, in a useless attempt to straighten it.
“But Paul, don’t you have a wife?,” - the wolfdog’s curiosity spilled out of his mind in a careless and quick question, to which the ferret suddenly lost most of his blush and gained sudden confidence,
“Well, I used to. Then, I met someone and came to the realisation that my life with my wife was over, as my heart belonged to someone else, and our relationship wouldn't've been the same anymore,” he looked away with a grim, yet determined expression.
“I realised that I was making a huge mistake by wasting her and my time with that relationship. We weren’t made for one another,” he added, then looking back into the wolfdog’s open eyes glowing of curiosity, and repeated the question.
“So, would you like to come?,” - he asked, his face serious now, but the angle of his eyebrows giving away a scent of worrying.

Bernard sincerely did not know how to react, so he just opened his maw in an indefinite expression, and said
“I’ll… let you know!,”
The ferret smiled and patted Bernard’s shoulder once again,
“Great! Let me know then~,” now getting up and heading towards the door,
“Oh, and enjoy your meal!,” Paul added with a chuckle, and excused himself.
The wolfdog was sitting in awe of what just happened for a minute, after which he resumed the lunch that he was craving so badly.

After a minute or two, leaving the lunch box empty and his belly sated for an hour or so, Bernard got back to work, now left alone with only the gurgles of his tummy and his occasional belches.

After finishing his work that day he returned home to find his mate sleeping on the couch. Colin was in his pyjamas and next to him lay some pizza boxes, a few of which were empty, or half empty. His belly was rounder than usual, making his dark blue silky pyjama take a smooth oval shape around his middle. It was a beautifully alluring sight. His bloated tummy growing a little with every inhale the fox made, and shrinking a tiny bit with every exhale. Bernard slipped into his pyjamas himself to make himself more comfortable, and carefully joined Colin on their spacious couch. The pillows sank under his rotund bottom, but he tried his best not to wake his mate. The fox’s maw was open as he was breathing silently with a little bit of his tongue sticking out. “Looks like someone had a little too much pizza there, foxy~,” the wolfdog noted with pleasure as he lightly pulled up his mate’s pyjama from his belly, revealing the fluffy treasure.

Bernard then proceeded to feel Colin’s stomach with both his paws, carefully enough for him not to wake up, but to feel it. He went along the sides of the growing dome and traced his pudgy fingers along the V-line of the fox, where near the pelvis he was growing a layer of fat, and the bulge of his belly started. It was tense, and almost trembling. Bernard then carefully placed his ear on the belly, as if his mate was pregnant, and listened attentively to what exclamations the overstuffed stomach had to make, and boy were they wonderful. The belly was groaning and slurping with the food that was in there. Hearing Colin digest food that clearly gave Bernard a subtle blush and he returned to the massage.

The wolfdog lovingly pressed onto the exposed tummy with his thumbs just to see how tense it was, and it seemed to him that Colin didn’t eat too long ago, as the top part of his chubby belly wasn’t the softest to the touch. Bernard proceeded to rub his mate’s belly in circles, then in straight lines, then on the sides from his hips to his shoulders, making the fox’s belly produce audible gurgles and groans.

Eventually Colin woke up with a slight grunt, and smiled seeing his mate almost on him, massaging his tummy. Bernard smiled in return and leaned in, giving the fox a tender kiss. As the wolfdog’s medium beachball gut pressed onto Colin’s bloated midriff he took a few seconds pushing his head back, trying to fight the upcoming sensation, but overall failing and burping quite loudly, after which he apologised and blushes, the two of them laughing it off.
“So, you want me to fix you some dinner, hun?,” the fox asked Bernard, caressing his ear, to which he responded
“Sure would!”
“Great!,” Colin got up and pulling down his pyjama, headed to the kitchen.

Bernard smiled and relaxed on the couch, then giving his phone a glance and remembering the talk he had with his boss.