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Attention: this story is all about WG, stuffing, inflation, etc, so if you're not about that life, you have been warned.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy part 7 <3
Bernard’s Discovery, part 7
The following day
Standing in front of the door to his apartment Colin fished out the keys and in a few seconds he was already inside. Coming back from his day-long trip with a sleepover he felt rather tired. He sighed and put his bag down, heading to the kitchen. Suddenly the fox noticed the thirst that he’s been suppressing for the sake of not stopping on his way back home, and started looking for something to drink. He noticed a glass of water and after a split second of hesitation he gulped it down. Ignoring the oddly sweet aftertaste of the water, Colin noted that it did a wonderful job at sating his thirst.
“Bernie! I’m home!,” the fox said quite loudly for his mate to hopefully hear. No response followed, which made him confused, since Bernard would already be home at this hour. Colin decided not to repeat himself and went to the living room to see if his mate was asleep on the couch, which has happened before. He found the living room empty. “Well, he could only be…,” the fox thought to himself as he entered the bedroom, which proved his guess to be true. There he found the wolfdog asleep on the bed, above the bed sheets, still in his working attire. Well, what was left of it anyways.
Colin stood still for a few moments, just looking over Bernard is utter awe. He’s never seen him that big. The wolfdog’s gut was pushing out much farther than before, like a stuffed grey bag of something soft but heavy laying next to him on the bed, and the flab was much more noticeable than usual. Bernard was sleeping on his side, with one hand on the bed, and the other one resting on his tremendously blown out stomach. The grey fur on his sides was filled with fat and created layers of flab that stretched out in front of the dormant wolfdog. Bernard wasn’t in the working shirt that he usually wore, so Colin deduced that he’s outgrown it, and he was right. Bernard’s shoulders broadened along with his fluffy chest that was now much more prominent. His arms grew doughier as well as his legs. His meaty thighs made his pants rip in several places, letting the grey fur perk out from the holes.
The fox sat next to his sleeping mate, observing him closer. The wolfdog’s middle was moving his each breath that he took, making him seem like a tubby mountain of fluff. Colin carefully placed his paw on the surface of Bernard’s belly, rubbing it gently. The belly responded with a few gurgles. “He’s really outdone himself on this one,” the fox noted to himself, proceeding to pat the bloated stomach lightly. Bernard smacked his lips contently, moving his head lower into the soft double chin of his and wagged his tail a few times as the subconscious gratitude for the belly rubs to Colin. The belt on Bernard’s pants was removed making more space for his stomach. “I wonder if he took out the belt himself… He doesn’t usually do that,” the fox wondered, “And what did he stuff himself with? There are no stains on his shirt, and his paws are clean…, “ Colin continued to wonder as he carefully examined his mate’s chunky paws and chest.
He then noticed that he was getting thirsty again, and stood up to get something from the kitchen. The fox then saw a glass of water on the nightstand by the bed, next to his sleeping wolfdog and quaffed it the next second. It was that same peculiar liquid like he had in the kitchen, with the sweet aftertaste. It sated his thirst perfectly. Also he wasn’t really hungry anymore, although he could’ve went for lunch earlier. Ignoring that, he proceeded to carefully remove the wolfdog’s trousers, which took a few minutes, and cover him with a blanket.
After some more time of toying around and helping his mate digest huge quantities of whatever he had inside of his strained stomach Colin felt a little tired himself. Not to disturb Bernard from his sweet slumber that was really transitioning into hibernation, the fox stood up and went to the living room to watch some TV. He sat down on the couch letting out a content sigh and started looking for the remote, which was usually somewhere around. He then saw that it was on the coffee table in front of the couch, next to a glass. A glass with a transparent liquid. Colin’s maw started salivating without his consent as he knew that something fishy was going on. His paw reached forward and soon picked up the glass, holding it up to the light. It looked like water, it didn’t smell like anything, and it wasn’t hot nor cold. As the fox was trying to put the glass back on the table his arm, almost working against his free will, brought it towards his begging lips and tilted the glass. In a matter of seconds Colin emptied the glass and put it back.
He loved the taste of whatever it was. He couldn’t quite get enough of it. “Maybe that’s what Bernie had that got him to that size…,” Colin wondered, “But where are the empty glasses? Or anything at all?”. The apartment was perfectly clean, just like Colin left it before leaving for a day. The fox then heard a familiar sound, a kind of muffled hollow bubbling. He didn’t feel it at first, but then realised that it was his belly that was making the sound. It was a lot like gurgling, but with a different sensation to it. He felt like many air bubbles were adding onto one another and taking up space in his stomach. He pressed onto his pudgy middle and resisted an urge to burp. Moving around he heard something slosh in his belly, which made him realise that it’s not only air in there. “What’s happening?,” Colin asked himself as he felt that his shirt was a little tighter on him that it was a few minutes ago.
He sat upright and his pot belly pressed onto the white shirt he was wearing, the eye candy of the visible curve of his stomach. He felt comfortably full, although he didn’t eat anything. He gulped with a hint of worry in his breathing, confused about what was he to do. With each moment passing he felt his middle inflating slowly but steadily. “It was that weird water,” the fox thought to himself with a disappointed undertone, blaming his careless attitude towards most things. A part of him was starting to really enjoy this feeling, as he’s never been inflated before, especially not like this. “Who did this? Who left those glasses for me to drink? Or were they for Bernard?” the fox wondered, as both his paws were on the soft fabric of the shirt covering his growing paunch. He felt liquid in his belly as well as air, and was so conflicted about what to think or do. Suddenly, the feeling of being full fled him, leaving him with with… hunger.
Blinking a few times Colin was now in utter confusion. He knew that he was actually full, and it was the strange liquid that he had that’s making him think that he’s hungry. He then heard his belly begging him for food with long groans, and deliberately went to the kitchen. “What am I doing. What is even happening”, the fox said out loud as he got himself a loaf of bread. Biting off chunks of it he just stood by his kitchen table nomming away. He felt the food travelling down his esophagus into his stomach, the concept of being full become more and more irrelevant. It seemed like he was in some kind of hypnosis, or in full control by his subconscious desires and lustful passions. He finished the loaf of bread and got milk out of the fridge. Hearing the plastic cap break off the bottle he poured the milk in his maw as some kind of funnel.
Finishing the bottle in one go he placed it on the table and took a few deep breaths, feeling the taut surface of his stomach. He then proceeded to continue his stuffing by preparing a big steak all for himself. There he stood, with an apron covering his protruding gut, in front of the stove with a thick slice of meat sizzling in oil and spices on the pan. In a few minute’s time he was seated at the table, devouring the steak with an eagerness of a dog that’s been starved for a week. When he was done he stood up again, his expression pretty blank, as he was experiencing an internal conflict. Mind versus body, with his body taking over completely. Muffling a burp with his paw in a fist, he got out another bottle of milk and popped it open, then drinking the whole thing. Calvin didn’t stop there. In about 10 minutes, after having found the two frozen pizzas that there were, he prepared them and was already continuing with his feast. As he was shoving slice after slice in his maw that was covered in all kinds of sauces and juices by this point his belly was groaning in protests of all the food that it was getting.
Loud groans of both his belly and Colin himself could be heard from the kitchen. Groans of both pain and pleasure. He finished both pizzas and moved himself to the living room taking a bottle of soda with him. He sat down and sighed with great satisfaction, his eyes half closed and his maw opened a little bit. With one paw he held the bottle of soda, the other one being on his bloated middle. He felt his overstuffed belly pound with every beat of his heart, like it was alive. He’s never felt this big before. While not as big as Bernard, Colin was the biggest he’s ever been. Undoing his belt, and taking off his pants he felt a slight improvement in the tension that was still building up in his midriff. He let out a few more belches with occasional grunts and moans of both pleasure and discomfort. He dozed off thinking “Who’s doing is this? Who’s behind this…?”. The fox fell asleep on that couch with the bottle of soda still unopened in his paw.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy part 7 <3
Bernard’s Discovery, part 7
The following day
Standing in front of the door to his apartment Colin fished out the keys and in a few seconds he was already inside. Coming back from his day-long trip with a sleepover he felt rather tired. He sighed and put his bag down, heading to the kitchen. Suddenly the fox noticed the thirst that he’s been suppressing for the sake of not stopping on his way back home, and started looking for something to drink. He noticed a glass of water and after a split second of hesitation he gulped it down. Ignoring the oddly sweet aftertaste of the water, Colin noted that it did a wonderful job at sating his thirst.
“Bernie! I’m home!,” the fox said quite loudly for his mate to hopefully hear. No response followed, which made him confused, since Bernard would already be home at this hour. Colin decided not to repeat himself and went to the living room to see if his mate was asleep on the couch, which has happened before. He found the living room empty. “Well, he could only be…,” the fox thought to himself as he entered the bedroom, which proved his guess to be true. There he found the wolfdog asleep on the bed, above the bed sheets, still in his working attire. Well, what was left of it anyways.
Colin stood still for a few moments, just looking over Bernard is utter awe. He’s never seen him that big. The wolfdog’s gut was pushing out much farther than before, like a stuffed grey bag of something soft but heavy laying next to him on the bed, and the flab was much more noticeable than usual. Bernard was sleeping on his side, with one hand on the bed, and the other one resting on his tremendously blown out stomach. The grey fur on his sides was filled with fat and created layers of flab that stretched out in front of the dormant wolfdog. Bernard wasn’t in the working shirt that he usually wore, so Colin deduced that he’s outgrown it, and he was right. Bernard’s shoulders broadened along with his fluffy chest that was now much more prominent. His arms grew doughier as well as his legs. His meaty thighs made his pants rip in several places, letting the grey fur perk out from the holes.
The fox sat next to his sleeping mate, observing him closer. The wolfdog’s middle was moving his each breath that he took, making him seem like a tubby mountain of fluff. Colin carefully placed his paw on the surface of Bernard’s belly, rubbing it gently. The belly responded with a few gurgles. “He’s really outdone himself on this one,” the fox noted to himself, proceeding to pat the bloated stomach lightly. Bernard smacked his lips contently, moving his head lower into the soft double chin of his and wagged his tail a few times as the subconscious gratitude for the belly rubs to Colin. The belt on Bernard’s pants was removed making more space for his stomach. “I wonder if he took out the belt himself… He doesn’t usually do that,” the fox wondered, “And what did he stuff himself with? There are no stains on his shirt, and his paws are clean…, “ Colin continued to wonder as he carefully examined his mate’s chunky paws and chest.
He then noticed that he was getting thirsty again, and stood up to get something from the kitchen. The fox then saw a glass of water on the nightstand by the bed, next to his sleeping wolfdog and quaffed it the next second. It was that same peculiar liquid like he had in the kitchen, with the sweet aftertaste. It sated his thirst perfectly. Also he wasn’t really hungry anymore, although he could’ve went for lunch earlier. Ignoring that, he proceeded to carefully remove the wolfdog’s trousers, which took a few minutes, and cover him with a blanket.
After some more time of toying around and helping his mate digest huge quantities of whatever he had inside of his strained stomach Colin felt a little tired himself. Not to disturb Bernard from his sweet slumber that was really transitioning into hibernation, the fox stood up and went to the living room to watch some TV. He sat down on the couch letting out a content sigh and started looking for the remote, which was usually somewhere around. He then saw that it was on the coffee table in front of the couch, next to a glass. A glass with a transparent liquid. Colin’s maw started salivating without his consent as he knew that something fishy was going on. His paw reached forward and soon picked up the glass, holding it up to the light. It looked like water, it didn’t smell like anything, and it wasn’t hot nor cold. As the fox was trying to put the glass back on the table his arm, almost working against his free will, brought it towards his begging lips and tilted the glass. In a matter of seconds Colin emptied the glass and put it back.
He loved the taste of whatever it was. He couldn’t quite get enough of it. “Maybe that’s what Bernie had that got him to that size…,” Colin wondered, “But where are the empty glasses? Or anything at all?”. The apartment was perfectly clean, just like Colin left it before leaving for a day. The fox then heard a familiar sound, a kind of muffled hollow bubbling. He didn’t feel it at first, but then realised that it was his belly that was making the sound. It was a lot like gurgling, but with a different sensation to it. He felt like many air bubbles were adding onto one another and taking up space in his stomach. He pressed onto his pudgy middle and resisted an urge to burp. Moving around he heard something slosh in his belly, which made him realise that it’s not only air in there. “What’s happening?,” Colin asked himself as he felt that his shirt was a little tighter on him that it was a few minutes ago.
He sat upright and his pot belly pressed onto the white shirt he was wearing, the eye candy of the visible curve of his stomach. He felt comfortably full, although he didn’t eat anything. He gulped with a hint of worry in his breathing, confused about what was he to do. With each moment passing he felt his middle inflating slowly but steadily. “It was that weird water,” the fox thought to himself with a disappointed undertone, blaming his careless attitude towards most things. A part of him was starting to really enjoy this feeling, as he’s never been inflated before, especially not like this. “Who did this? Who left those glasses for me to drink? Or were they for Bernard?” the fox wondered, as both his paws were on the soft fabric of the shirt covering his growing paunch. He felt liquid in his belly as well as air, and was so conflicted about what to think or do. Suddenly, the feeling of being full fled him, leaving him with with… hunger.
Blinking a few times Colin was now in utter confusion. He knew that he was actually full, and it was the strange liquid that he had that’s making him think that he’s hungry. He then heard his belly begging him for food with long groans, and deliberately went to the kitchen. “What am I doing. What is even happening”, the fox said out loud as he got himself a loaf of bread. Biting off chunks of it he just stood by his kitchen table nomming away. He felt the food travelling down his esophagus into his stomach, the concept of being full become more and more irrelevant. It seemed like he was in some kind of hypnosis, or in full control by his subconscious desires and lustful passions. He finished the loaf of bread and got milk out of the fridge. Hearing the plastic cap break off the bottle he poured the milk in his maw as some kind of funnel.
Finishing the bottle in one go he placed it on the table and took a few deep breaths, feeling the taut surface of his stomach. He then proceeded to continue his stuffing by preparing a big steak all for himself. There he stood, with an apron covering his protruding gut, in front of the stove with a thick slice of meat sizzling in oil and spices on the pan. In a few minute’s time he was seated at the table, devouring the steak with an eagerness of a dog that’s been starved for a week. When he was done he stood up again, his expression pretty blank, as he was experiencing an internal conflict. Mind versus body, with his body taking over completely. Muffling a burp with his paw in a fist, he got out another bottle of milk and popped it open, then drinking the whole thing. Calvin didn’t stop there. In about 10 minutes, after having found the two frozen pizzas that there were, he prepared them and was already continuing with his feast. As he was shoving slice after slice in his maw that was covered in all kinds of sauces and juices by this point his belly was groaning in protests of all the food that it was getting.
Loud groans of both his belly and Colin himself could be heard from the kitchen. Groans of both pain and pleasure. He finished both pizzas and moved himself to the living room taking a bottle of soda with him. He sat down and sighed with great satisfaction, his eyes half closed and his maw opened a little bit. With one paw he held the bottle of soda, the other one being on his bloated middle. He felt his overstuffed belly pound with every beat of his heart, like it was alive. He’s never felt this big before. While not as big as Bernard, Colin was the biggest he’s ever been. Undoing his belt, and taking off his pants he felt a slight improvement in the tension that was still building up in his midriff. He let out a few more belches with occasional grunts and moans of both pleasure and discomfort. He dozed off thinking “Who’s doing is this? Who’s behind this…?”. The fox fell asleep on that couch with the bottle of soda still unopened in his paw.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 120 x 80px
File Size 71.9 kB
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