WARNING: This story contains INFLATION/FATFURS and a long buildup c: So if you're not into that, you have been warned

Anyways, here's part 6 to this weird story that I have been working on, this one is about inflation.

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Bernard’s Discovery, part 6

Some time later

Weights being lifted and occasional grunts could be heard from the locker room of the gym, where Colin was changing after a workout. He was standing in front of a mirror, exhausted from the exercise. He’s been working hard to get back into shape but his efforts resulted in a muscle gut. He didn’t mind it the slightest bit, and Bernard loved it. Flexing his arm and placing his other paw on his tummy, the smiling the fox noticed that he got more muscular if anything, yet still having his belly protrude in front of him. His appetite was not decreasing, but his workouts were taking place more often than before. Either way the fox was happy with how he looked.

Bernard was also trying to not put on too much weight in the recent weeks, having decided that his current weight he was happy with. Of course the dome of his gut demanded an occasional stuffing, but Bernard did some exercise to work some of the flab off. He had to dramatically change his whole wardrobe over the past months, having to get used to wearing clothes that were significantly larger than before. More food and clothes meant more spendings. Luckily, his boss gave him a raise as he seemed to enjoy his work thoroughly. Their relationship was rather strange, but as long as it provided a good income for Bernard - he was happy with it. He never went to the date to which Mr. Brown invited him, but his boss decided to not bring that up again and just let it slide, so Bernard let it go. Although on a certain day he was reminded of it…


It was just a normal work day for Bernard, he was sitting at his desk and finishing up his work. His belly was resting on his meaty thighs, elegantly restricted by the white shirt with some grey stripes that he had on. The stripes were bent slightly due to the curve of his belly that they had to adapt to. He also got himself a few pairs of pants with suspenders, which he was a little ashamed of wearing at first, but then understood how comfortable they were. With the gargantuan bottom of his it wasn’t always easy to get his pants to fit him perfectly, so the suspenders were a great aid with that issue. He understood why they were so popular with overweight individuals, as they made life a lot easier for him. Plus, Colin seemed to enjoy seeing Bernard wear them.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Yes?,” the wolfdog said loud enough for whoever that was knocking to hear, his ears perking up in curiosity,
“Hi Bernard, it’s me,” his boss opened the door with an awkward smile.
“Hello Mr. Brown!,” Bernard answered, his ears lowering slightly. The ferret stood in the doorway for a second, then walked in and closed to door behind him.
“I actually came to ask you for a favour,” Paul said, his eyes stopping to gaze at the wolfdog’s middle briefly,
“Could you come to my office after the work day will be over? I have to show you something important… It’s not going to take a long time” the ferret added, an odd spark in his eyes giving away the fact that there were more things to say.
“Uhh, sure!,” the wolfdog answered, giving the back of his head a confused scratch.
“Great! Thanks.” Mr. Brown responded and left with the same awkward smile on his face.

Bernard wondered what the ferret was up to, but his request seemed rather innocent, so he decided to go with it. Colin was out of town for the night because of his work, so he didn’t have to rush anywhere. Towards the end of the working day, Bernard was wrapping up and soon heading to his boss. He knocked on the door.

“Come on in, Bernie!,” the ferret exclaimed confidently. The wolfdog hesitated for a brief moment before turning the door handle and entering the room in utter bewilderment. Mr. Brown was standing next to his desk, clearly in anticipation for the visit.
“How… did you know that it was me at the door?,” Bernard questioned his boss, squinting skeptically,
“Well…” Paul leaned on his desk and smiled, his whole face glowing of mystery and unspoken truths, “I made sure that nobody else would bother us today”.
“Us?” Bernard thought to himself, deciding not to ask anymore questions but wait until the boss explains the situation.
“Come with me, Bernard,” the ferret started heading out the room, into the hallway, Bernard humbly following.
“Have you been in all the parts of this building?.” the boss questioned his employee, to which the wolfdog responded,
“Uhm, no, I don’t think so”, still not making sense of what was going on. Paul didn’t say anything in return but just gave him a faint grin and motioned for Bernard to follow him. They appeared in front of a door leading to some basement.
“Are we going down there?,” the wolfdog asked, his voice trembling subtly,
“Yup. It’s crucial for your career! You’ll discover a lot of important things that will help you grow… “ the ferret hesitated, “as a newspaper editor. Grow as…. a newspaper editor”, Paul repeated himself. Once again Bernard decided not to question the motives of his boss and followed him down into the basement politely.

Down there were a few doors but Paul stopped in the very first room, not yet entering anywhere, just standing in front of the doors. There was a table with some candy on it. Bernard looked at it, and then at his boss in sincere confusion.

“Oh don’t hesitate to take one! Do so, actually! They’re really good,” the ferret nodded towards the candy and gave Bernard a faint smile. Bernard looked back at the candy, and immediately heard his stomach growling from hunger, he hasn’t eaten for a while. Shrugging, he figured that it wouldn’t do too much damage if he took one. He clumsily picked up a piece of candy, separating the plastic from it, and dunking it in his maw. Directly he tasted mint with something else in it. Something that he’s never had before and that he had an odd feeling about. He looked back at Paul, whose faint smile turned into a full blown smirk. The taste was almost overwhelming, but he still couldn’t put his finger on what it was. Bernard was rapidly becoming drowsy. His thoughts were getting mixed and his vision blurry, soon he fell and slipped out of his consciousness, unable to even say anything and staying in that state of confusion and betrayal.

He opened his eyes feeling that he was tied down to something. With no idea of what was going on the naive wolfdog was trying to come back to his senses. Blinking fast a few times and trying to fight off the sleepiness, he felt that he was in an upright position, standing. He couldn’t move his arms as his wrists were cuffed to the wooden plank on which he was leaning. Same went for his feet. The wooden plank itself was behind him, and he was actually positioned on it at an angle, so he could lay back. It took him some time to realise that he was surrounded by pure darkness, or rather shielded from viewing his surroundings by a bright light shining directly at him. His heart rate was rapidly increasing, fear taking over his consciousness and deadly fright creeping in his mind.

“Don’t panic, Bernie. I’m not going to hurt you,” a familiar voice spoke from the darkness. Bernard’s breathing got a lot faster, he was frantically looking around until he saw his boss coming up to him. Mr. Brown silently placed his paw on Bernard’s stomach, forcing another hungry gurgle out of it, then smirking.
“I’ve noticed that you put on a lot of weight recently… “ Paul states, slowly moving his lustful gaze from the wolfdog’s middle to his eyes, his paw still on Bernard’s belly that was increasing and decreasing in size rapidly and subtly from his fast breathing.
“I-” Bernard tried to express all of the emotions and thoughts that he had, but it was too much for him to handle, so he stuttered and remained silent and frightened.
“You’re going to enjoy this just as much as I will, Bernie, don’t worry,” Mr. Brown said and dived back into the darkness once more.
“Wh-” the wolfdog’s complaint was interrupted by a plastic tube moving towards his muzzle. There were a few leather straps on the strange device, and soon Bernard knew exactly what was coming.

Paul appeared once again, this time without saying a word, and just putting the tube in Bernard’s timid maw, and securing the straps on his muzzle for a firm contact, before disappearing again. Understanding was slowly starting to form in Bernard’s mind, and he wanted to protest and scream, but a part of him was willing to fully cooperate and give in this very temptation that led him to start his weight gaining adventure.

“Here goes, Bernie,” he heard the voice of his boss state with anticipation, and in just a second he felt a smooth and rather tasty substance flow down the tube. “So it has begun,” he said to himself. Bernard couldn’t quite understand the flavour of the substance that he was tasting. It was a mix of something fruity and sweet. The wolfdog didn’t attempt at separating the coming mass in his maw in a vain attempt to chew, just letting it pour down his gullet right into his empty stomach. It tasted amazing. In the silence he could just hear the mass pouring through the tube and into his belly, with an occasional gurgle.

He was concentrating on how full he felt at the moment. To his surprise it wasn’t as easy to tell how much more he could handle because of the odd texture of the substance. Unlike food or other types of drinks that he’s filled himself up with before, this had a completely different characteristic. As it was flowing into his stomach it became harder, letting the gravity aid it in pulling it down. Therefore Bernard was not getting that much fuller, but his stomach was getting wider. He could feel it pushing on the buttoned up shirt he was still wearing. He couldn’t exactly see it, since the tube was obstructing the view of his belly, but he definitely felt the buttons already struggling to contain the increasing mass of his midriff.

The substance kept flowing and he finally started to feel full, letting out a muffled moan. He moved around as much as the cuffs could let him, feeling a lot heavier than just a minute ago. Pop. Pop, pop. A few buttons of his shirt were just engulfed by the surrounding darkness, lost in the unknown. His shirt opened up, revealing the round furry dome of his belly. It was growing so much wider than it ever has from any kind of stuffing he’d tried before. He felt like a water balloon being filled with thick and gooey water, being forced to stretch out to sizes unimaginable. The concept of fullness slowly abandoned his mind, letting the guilty pleasure take over. He didn’t hear or see his boss, nor did he really think about him at this point. His belly was growing to enormous sizes, pushing out like an overinflated beach ball in front of him. It was in his field of vision now, even with the tube in his maw. The suspenders were slowly being pushed away from his growing middle. He let out another moan.

He couldn’t tell how much time has passed but at a certain point the flow stopped, and Paul appeared to take off the straps with the tube. The feeling of heaviness suddenly intruded Bernard’s mind, making his close his eyes half way, putting all the energy in his body into digestion. After taking a few deep breaths he let out a huge burp, then feeling the paws of the ferret run through the taut inflated stomach in front of him. He didn’t believe that he could ever get that big in one go. Paul was doing a great job at massaging the wolfdog’s stretched stomach that was in desperate need of belly rubs. He belched once more, this time closing his eyes completely. He could feel his belly get even bigger with each breath he took, his senses numbing. He then felt the tube back in his maw, and the substance was once again flowing in his overstuffed middle. The ferret continued massaging his tummy as he drifted off into unconsciousness.