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Another story down (finally)!
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Constructive critism is much appreciated.
CW: Weight gain/fat furs throughout the story and inflation + popping in one ending. (Further CW's given later)
Bert belongs to me.
Ori belongs to https://bsky.app/profile/libras250.bsky.social
Nico and Taman belong to https://bsky.app/profile/ru4seal.bsky.social
Jaxson belongs to
MichaeltheBear
Working service has always been hard, even in a place like the F.A.T district, where most people are quite nice and magic can exist. Service jobs pay pretty handsomely here, yes, but once you realize that something as simple as a little desert cake given to a patron on their birthday becomes four guys pushing a cake the size of a mini-parade float out into a full house, then you'll see the balance of pay versus work. Big emphasis on MOST on that first statement too, because the few customers who are bad are REALLY bad. I've almost gotten eaten before…or at least threatened to be eaten. However, even with downsides like that, I'd still say that Barn’s Buffet Palace fairs FAR better than my old retail job in a world not filled with anthros.
I digress. I bring yet another story from this life of mine, this time a few months into my employment at the buffet. Summer was coming in hot, literally because it was already sweltering out. In the morning, it was already thirty celsius out. No matter the temperature, I still had to work that day. By the time I had driven to work in my AC-less, old truck, I had made my mind up that I was having lunch in the break room that day. I'd normally have it in my truck so I could have some peace and quiet, but that day, the heat was too much a price for a little solitude. The shift had been relatively pleasant up to lunch, lots of my regulars showed up that day. I say *my* regulars because customers at Barn's have the option of picking a certain waiter they like. So, I had the benefit of having some friendlier faces I could be a bit less formal with.
Time seemed to cruise by. My regulars kept me busy, especially a nerdy-looking kangaroo who I managed to cram around seventy sausage rolls into before he tapped out. Noon came and I cleared my last table, it was time to scram before the first wave of lunch rush barged in. Dusting off my uniform and going into the “Staff-Only” area, I recalled how grateful I was that I was always scheduled in the mornings. My lunchbox was stored away in a communal fridge; I got it and began texting some of the group chats I was a part of, just everyday conversation stuff. I made it to the cafeteria-esqe break room and picked a random table against one wall to stay at. Some coworkers were peppered about the place, other morning-shifters.
My coworkers had never really conversed with me, besides the occasional small talk or stuff related to work. Not a bad thing, since I had always preferred to keep to myself, most acquaintances just “happen”. Leftover adobo chicken was calling my name as I focused on unpacking my box. After heating it, I settled into my meal. God, I will always appreciate my roommates’ cooking. Guess I was so deep in thought or enjoying my food a bunch because I didn't notice someone pull up three chairs across the circular table from me. “Oi. Oi!”, I heard from whoever it was.
My glance goes up and there's a bright-colored hippo sitting across from me. He was an orange color with a tuft of fiery red hair atop his head. He had on a pair of shorts and a chef jacket that definitely didn't fit right because his lighter orange belly poked out proudly. His mouth was curved into a coy smirk that only revealed the pseudo buck teeth that his species is known to have. The hippo seemed very lax as he leaned just a bit forward. “You're in my spot”, he said.
“Oh. I-. Sorry”, I spluttered as I was going to move elsewhere. “Ayy woah woah, it's no biggie”, the hippo said as he held his hands up, “I'll be needing your lunch money though.” I didn't have any cash, I looked at him confused. “I kid. Name's Bert” he told me. I just stared at him, unsurely. I replied after a couple seconds, “Pate”. An awkward silence passes. “Sorry, heh.” the hippo tried to bring the conversation back, “not the kidding type?” “Sorta am, but gullible is written on the ceiling I guess” I explained. “Don't rag on yourself now. I just can't be myself too much when I'm in the kitchen” Bert told me. “What do you do?” I asked. “I baaaaasically yell out what stuff we're low on, and help cook sometimes. I like making desserts mostly though, but that's rare” he elaborated.
He picked up something off the floor, a cooler, and reached in for what I presumed to be his lunch. Bert pulled out a whole cantaloupe and a party-size bowl of fruit salad. “Very fruity” I tried joking this time. “Fruit is peak, alright! And so are the two hot mo’fo's I room with” Bert said back. I nearly spat my drink out from that left field comment. “Didn't mean that also, but still a hell yeah heheh”, I giggled. Bert smirked at me and popped the cantaloupe in his maw like a Skittle and ate it one bite. Honestly, I had never seen high jaw strength at work up to that point, so I was in awe. Bert looked at me lazily as he chewed, giving me a look that read as “What?”.
We kept talking till lunch was done, and then we met up in the cafeteria the same way the day after. Every day in the summer we sat together. We got to be decent friends, talking about our hobbies and such, he likes to paint and study history. We'd nerd out on various history shows we'd watch. It wasn't until one day in the summer of next year when he'd offer me something.
“Hey, bro. Got something to ask you”, Bert questioned as I was about to take my trash away. “Hnm?”, I acknowledged. “Do you wanna just hang tomorrow? I'm off”, he continued. “What did you have in mind?” , I questioned back. Bert seemed to mull over his words for a few seconds before responding, “There's a spot in a forest I know that I'd like to check out. An abandoned house and a pond next to it. Thinking we will do a little swim and get up to some ‘malarkey’ with the house.” This had an air of mischievous to it, I liked it. “Shenanigans eh? Hmmmmmmmmm… I'm down” I said, trying to play up my reaction. He smiled more and threw a bulky arm around me, “you're gonna love this.” His body is so warm, pleasantly so, and so soft and smooth, I touched his belly without thought. “Heh. You can play with it more tonight, I was thinking of a sleepover too” Bert said as we both realized the break was over. We hastily exchanged phone numbers and got back to it.
That day was dull, particularly because my excitement made it so. As soon as my shift ended, I got supper, sped home, and told my two roommates about my trip. Ori and Nico were happy for me as we munched on a literal sack of hamburgers and chicken sandwiches that I brought, along with a couple bags of fries and onion rings. Bert texted me to join him at his apartment in the late evening, so I stayed to help Nico with cleaning the kitchen until it came time. Before leaving I slipped on a pair of swimming trunks under my pants for the day after. The time eventually came and when I punched the address Bert gave me into a GPS, it turned out that he lived only a few blocks away from work. “At least the drive would be familiar”, I thought to myself as I turned the key in the ignition.
Boy, was I wrong. Apparently, there was an event going on in town. It looked to be some sort of massive farmer's market, lots of fresh produce and homemade trinkets could be seen under easy-ups and along street corners. I must note that the part of town I was driving through wasn't like the heart of Obi City where it's a concrete jungle, but more akin to any smaller towns’ city, just smaller buildings packed together and sidewalks dotted with bushes and trees. I could hear the sound of classic rock music blasting from somewhere in the festival. I circumvented the event and came to my work and then found Bert's apartment soon after. It was a three story place, a very simple structure made out of brick.
Inside, you could convince me that the place was just any old hotel you could find in a small town, the only difference would be just the scaling of everything for larger folk. I was looking for room number 11, on the second floor, I took the fire escape stairs that led up to it and didn't bother with the elevator. The second floor looked nearly identical to the first, sans a front desk. As I came down the hallway, I noticed someone leaning into one of the doorways near the end, a pig, judging by their skin's hue and their tail. They had shouted about some dinner order that they were getting, probably asking the occupants whether they wanted anything. The pig turned backwards and walked across to the apartment behind him, not batting me an eye, must be theirs.
Moving over to those apartments, low and behold, the one that the pig was shouting into was 11. I gulp, give the door a few knocks, and look absently out the window situated at the very end of the hallway. Nothing happens. I shrug to myself and knock harder. “Oh shoot!” I heard beyond the door and some stomps coming towards me. The door swung open to reveal someone who wasn't Bert, but a Shibe or Akita dog who was pretty muscle-gutty, he had maybe a foot or two on me. He looked down at me, bewildered. “Hey, youuuu here for someone?”, the dog asked. “Yeah, does Bert live here?”, I replied. The dog jumped a little like he just realized something. “OH YEAH, I'll get him, come on in. Call me Jaxson, by the way” Jaxson said as he motioned me in and to a couch. “Be right back!” the dog exclaimed as he went deeper into the apartment.
Bert's place was a bit messy, but not overly so, it's what one would expect from a co-habitated apartment visited on short notice, a kind of messy I'm used to and comfortable with. Although one decoration caught my eye, a photo of three people taking a selfie together: Bert, Jaxson, and someone who was a…bearcat I think? They were all skinnier looking in the picture. Leaning back on something, I relaxed and gave a thought of what that unknown person may look like now; I relaxed enough to where I didn't register the familiar feeling of fur of which I was leaning on. “Get comfy, may be a bit”, someone said. I then registered the fluffy something behind me and looked up to find a pair of eyes looking down at me from atop a hill of purplish-brown fur.
Spinning around, I gazed upon that same bearcat in the photo, but blobified. His rolls were not super visible due to all his fluff, making him look like a storm cloud almost. The fellow's tail curled around me and pushed me against him. “Who would you be?”, I queried nervously. “Taman. Did I spook you?” the binturong asked back. “A bit” I stammered. Taman smirked and I felt his tail pushed me further into him. “Calmmmmm” he said. I couldn't help but melt into the fluff a bit before I heard Jaxson's voice again, “Hey, Patey dude, Bert's a bit ‘stuck’ but he's ready for ya.” The floofy tail snaked its way under my chin and raised me up. “You can have more later” Taman whispered to me and stood me up with a paw. I went with Jaxson down a hallway next to the kitchen and beheld Bert in his room.
Stuck would be an accurate word for Bert, cause he definitely put on some pounds after I saw him at noon. He had on the pair of shorts that he'd normally wear plus what I could tell was a tank top, but his weight gain made them look more like a bikini set. He didn't seem *entirely* immobile, but his legs were borderline swallowing his feet and cheeks pushed against his wide muzzle. As for his room, it's pretty messy like the rest of the apartment. Not trashy though, the only trash in the room was in the bin, an assortment of snacks and skins of different fruits. Bert looked at me, unbothered, and made a grabby motion with his hands. “I'll leave you two be~”, Jaxson said as he closed the door behind me. “Already?”, I ask the near-blob before me. Bert doesn't budge, just kept wanting me to crawl atop, patting the top of his moobs instead.
I oblige the pachyderm and crawl atop his vastness, it's just enough to be used as a bed “You oughtta get used to peeps wanting affection by now”, Bert regaled me, enfolding me in his plush arms. The feeling of comfortable warmth that the hippo had overtook me in a wave of subtle heat. We hugged for a little bit before I responded, “I am used to it. I just never expect it, always a pleasant surprise when it does happen.” He rolled over onto his gut, pinning me down, and let out a sharp huff out of his nostrils. “In any case, reeelaaax, lil’ hooman”, he muttered as he pushed his heating-blanket-adjacent body on me. We watched stuff on his flat-screen until we both drifted off, a very relaxed night.
Morning came in the blink of an eye. The hippo was still laying on me, his maw was wide open and snoring. Surprisingly, his breath didn't stink much as he was breathing in my face pretty much. So, I took a subtle approach in trying to wake him up, by playing with his maw. Upon inspection, the width of his maw was roughly the width of both my hands, I could grip it like I was holding a huge cheeseburger. My fun with his face ended when I flicked one of his upper teeth, which made him sneeze and open his eyes. Couldn't help myself in knowing what it sounded like, it was like hollow wood. Bert wrestled himself up slightly and looked down at me. “Morning, hooman”, he groggily said before taking me with him as he got out of bed.
Bert sluggishly stood and looked at himself in a mirror. “Need to change, can't wear my good tank and shorts knowing imma decimate them, there's some hot pockets in the freezer, go help yourself”, he mumbled as he set me down. I obeyed and heated myself some pockets of the ham and cheese variety in the kitchen. Breakfast was lounging with Jaxson and Taman, making small talk and watching a random cartoon we found. The akita mentioned his new workout routine whilst me and the binturong listened intently, although I played with Taman's tail absent-mindedly a lot. Bert came out and got himself a dozen hot pockets too. He had roughly the same outfit on, but slightly larger and they most certainly have seen better days with some holes and a few unwashable stains adorning them. Bert stomped over and took up the rest of the space on the couch, if Jaxson and I weren't already chilling on Taman, we'd be a tight sandwich.
“You're about to get huge today, huh?”, Taman asked towards Bert. “The cottage on Sundown Avenue isn't gonna flatten itself, bro”, Bert responded. “Ain't destroying an abandoned house illegal?”, Jaxson chimed in. “...Maybe? I did my research on the place. Apparently the builders botched up the whole house badly enough that no owners or renters wanted to touch it. So, it's been sitting untouched and rotting for…five years?”, Bert explained, “Legal or nah, we'd be doing somebody a favor by scrapping it.” I didn't know about that part, “malarkey” was quite vague of a descriptor for what he'd said we were doing. I don't mind it, however.
Me and Bert finished and excused ourselves from the other two and went to head out, waving them goodbye. Taman and Jaxson were quite sweet people, as far I could tell! As we made our way outside the building, Bert apologized for not being clear about the whole ‘we possibly are committing vandalism’ thing, but I assured him that “we do a little crime~”. Surprisingly enough, Bert led me over to a vehicle, a bright-orange, jeep-like 4x4, that was also massive. I had to climb up and into the cab like it was a semi truck. The interior of the 4x4 literally was like you scaled up a Jeep for fatfur sizes, but even with that, Bert's extra poundage made his gut brush against the steering wheel. “Surprised you didn't bring your roomies”, I mentioned to him. “True. But Jax has work soon and Taman definitely couldn't get out of the building without more help than me and Jax could provide, he would've said no due to the hassle alone. There is somebody else who LOVES destroying stuff, but they have a gig going on so we're on our own, sadly”, Bert reasoned. I shrugged my shoulders as Bert began driving.
The next hour was spent blasting music from an aux cord, a variety of stuff since we used it as an opportunity to show each other our tastes in music. Bert drove fast through the streets, not making crazy maneuvers or anything, but I'd most certainly dub him a “leadfoot”. We went from the suburb-ish area to the deep country. Eventually, the 4x4 pulls up on a large, abandoned house. Bert wasn't kidding, the place was very run down. The front yard and driveway looked like a miniature forest, all the windows were damaged in some way, and climbing vines snaked their way up different sides of the place. The house was a single floor with a basement underneath and the landscape sloped upwards behind the structure. Maybe fifty feet off to the right of the house was a big pond, around the width of a football field. Bert and I simply took in the visuals for a bit before I followed him to the rear of his 4x4.
Bert leaned on the door to his vehicle's trunk. “Alright, Patey, question. Do you still wanna have a little swim and vibe here, or do you wanna go straight to leveling this joint?”, he asked.
“Hnmmm…”
[This story has two paths from this point, please choose which response you prefer.]
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Response #1: “Oh yeah, let's have that dip in the pond. This is a vibe.”
CW - Extreme Weight Gain
Response #2: “Maybe we should speed this up. Kinda afraid we'll get caught.”
CW - Water Inflation and Popping
[Please find the corresponding path below.]
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Path #1:
Bert nodded and opened his trunk to snatch something out. “A treat for later”, he said as he held the thing he got up. It was a big bottle of weight gain potion that I was familiar with! The bottle was like one that you'd see atop a water cooler and had a label saying it was the “5,000 Stone Slammer” drink. Bert swung the bottle under his arm and closed his trunk. We headed to the pond. I took it upon myself to test the water and it was a decent temperature. I threw all my clothes off and soaked in the pond, whilst taking some of his clothes off. Before I knew what hit me, Bert cannonballed into the pond beside me, making a massive splash and pushing me away a few feet. We played around for a while, splashing, wrestling, and skipping some flat rocks we found. It eventually culminated into him floating flat on his back with me resting at the peak of his tummy, gazing at the clear sky.
“God, think I'm getting a tan laying up here”, I told Bert. “Orange bellies reflect a bit more light onto you, I guess”, he replied. We paused for a bit. “I should probably bring you over to mine or my other bud's place. I know a couple folks who love to cook and bake a bunch, might get an opportunity to test some of their fruity desserts on you”, I said. Bert's belly let out a subtle growl and he patted it lazily. “Ohh. I'd be honored!”, he responded with the same chill smile. Bert wrapped an arm around me and rolled over to get himself back on his feet. “I'm ready to do some ‘home improvement’, how ‘bout you?”, he cooed in my ear. “Yes, boss!”, I pepped. The hippo marched out of the pond, grabbing the big bottle he set aside on the way out.
He waddled to behind the house and looked up to the roof. Without warning he tried to jump onto the roof from the incline, surprisingly, the roof didn't immediately cave in from the pachyderm's weight. He mostly stuck the landing, with his fat, little legs dangling off a bit and me and the bottle being let loose from his arms for a second. Bert then made his way to the roof's peak and plopped down. He and I took in the view for a little bit before he fidgeted with the bottle in his arm. “Shall we get started?~”, he asked me. “Sir, yes, sir!”, I replied with mirth.
The hippo sat me down beside him and took the bottle with both his hands. He flicked the cap off of it and lifted it to angle over his maw. Bert chugged the bottle slowly with heavy, laborious gulps. The sounds of swallowing were accompanied by the familiar noises of his gut, knowing that the next couple minutes were about to be a bumpy ride, groaning and gurgling in anticipation. Bert wasn't even finished before I noticed his body starting to bloat like a water balloon, his gut lurching downward quickly. As he finished the last drops, the hippo threw the bottle to the side and grabbed me. Bert pulled me into a sort of bear hug, squashed by his developing chin rolls and hefty moobs.
I was aware how strong the weight gain potion could be, so bet that the gains would be swift. As he held me against his chest, I watched as his face puffed up more and more with each passing second. Chin rolls added themselves, cheeks swelled and pressed themselves against the hippos thick maw, and I could see the slight development of some blubber on his forehead. I could practically hear the rolls on his body multiply from the power of the weight gain potion, along with the scraping of his spreading form against the rough shingles of the roof. Bert smiled down at me and pressed me deeper into him whilst giving me nuzzles. The amount of cheek fat present smothered me in soft skin.
The potion continued on its warpath as Bert gave me affection. We locked hands for a moment, I could feel the fat growing in his hands too. His palms were plush and his fingers were comparable to armrest cushions in thickness, he couldn't really bend them either. I flipped onto my back to see the rest of his body. Where I would've seen the edge of the roof ahead of us was now replaced by a sea of light orange, distended hippo belly. His stomach swayed like literal waves of water and presumably it was hanging over the edge. To the sides of my vision, I could make out the saggy boulders of blubber that were now his thighs and legs, no feet visible. I say ‘make out’ because the hippo's moobs made it harder to see over them. His tits bloated up and spread out, trying to bury me in cleavage. I turned back around to meet Bert gaze again, however I noticed that I could see his tail and the tops of his butt cheeks hovering behind him.
The sounds of growing fat were then interrupted by sounds of snapping woods, becoming louder over the course of a minute. The house was most certainly collapsing under the mountain of a man before me. Bert wrapped himself around me again, but his overloaded arms made it a bit difficult. I was stashed between his maw and one of his cheeks by his efforts. It was good timing too, because a few seconds after, the house finally gave way under the hippo. Debris scattered in many directions far enough that I could see them and the house fell apart with a thunderous crack, somewhat suppressed by the wobbles of all the fat rippling from hitting the ground.
Bert kept spreading out, his limbs becoming completely buried in himself and his face becoming slightly sunken in. We sat in his swollen form for another few minutes before the grumbles his body made tapered off. Bert looked at me and grinned. “Wanna kno-*OURRP*-w how wide I am? I think I can feel the pond on third lovehandle r-*Ouurrpp*...right now, heheheh”, Bert giggled. I just kind of looked at him in awe, the literal hill of a hippo. He tried to move a bit, only for his form to wobble like jello and emit gorgling and sloshing noises. “Hate to ask b-*uuurrrrpppp*, I'm kinda hungry. Can you go get something?”, he asked. I patted him on a neck roll, “Sure thing, blob. But I'm going to bask in this for just a minute longer”, I replied. “Grrrr, hungy hippo need grub!”, Bert shouted in a light tone and started to playfully nibble me. “Okay! Okay! I'll go! hahahaha”, I giggled as his biting tickled me. For the rest of that day, I tended to that blob, it was hard but honest work. After it all, Bert thanked me for being around to spend time with, especially since I had only been a situationship up to that point. I just simply told him, “Anytime.”
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Path #2
Bert nodded and smirked. “I've got just the ordinance for that!”, he exclaimed and opened his truck to fish something out of the back. He started pulling out a hose of some sort that looked like pool equipment. After wrestling with the hose for a bit, Bert had a certain part of it in his hand, which looked to be a filter. “This is a LDWF, Long Distance Water Filtrator. This little machine basically purifies any liquid that is shot through it, in the case we're using it to turn the pond over there into safe, clean drinking water”, Bert explained.
I paused. “Three questions. One, you think this'll be enough hose? Two, how the hell did you get this even? Three, what do you mean by ordinance?”, I asked. His coy smirk flashed again. “This equipment was really expensive. I got it from one of those outdoorsy stores, I believe they said that it could primarily be used when you go camping or fishing. For easy drinking water, y'know. And yes, this length should be enough for me to use. I'm gonna drink out of that pond until I break the house from the inside. Things *may* get a little explosive though”, Bert explained further. “Huh, so you do lil’ ‘explodiating’ too”, I said, moreso to myself than him. “Yup, feels cathartic! Now, lez get to it”, Bert answered and started up the driveway to the house. I followed and we made our way inside the house.
The interior was mostly bare and as decrepit as the exterior. Some foliage made its way inside, climbing vines reached in through some of the shattered windows. There were signs of some previous life here, likely builders, since there were some leftover drywall bits, soda cans, and a cheap folding chair in the living room. Some bits of the walls were torn down and others had small amounts of graffiti painted on them. “Looks like they were mid-renovation when they gave up on this place”, I mentioned, earning a knowing “mhm” from the hippo. Downstairs, the basement was untouched, only showing its age with cracks in the concrete floor from settling and a layer of dust.
Following the brief exploration, we got the LDWF ready. Bert tried to sit in the folding chair but it collapsed immediately when his rump hit it, pretty funny. The hippo just looked at me with an unimpressed, yet also amused glare as I handed him the output end of the hose. Bert had positioned himself around the center of the house. “Heheh, standby for the fireworks!”, he said he clamped his maw around the nozzle and flipped the on/off switch. I could hear water make its way through the hose and the filter “wrrrr” to life. Bert began to gulp and gulp and gulp all that H2O.
The changes in his body remained subtle, only his belly distended a bit, but it would soon pick up after a few minutes. His thighs puffed, his moobs grew, and butt pushed more out of his shorts. It was like the fatty parts of his body were experiencing the inflation at first. His body seemingly realized this and the water started to funnel itself everywhere else it could. His body took on a more orbish shape as I continued to watch from the open front door.
That's when the noises started, little groans of hide stretching and water sloshing around in him. His limbs began to sink as his body expanded in every direction. Through all this, Bert remained unphased, like he's done this multiple times before. However, it would become hard to read his expression as his swelling body pressed his head on the ceiling, huge cheeks and his chest obscuring it. The groans and sloshing got louder and were now joined by some creaks and the cracking of the infrastructure around the hippo. That was my que to put some distance between me and the likely-to-be water bomb.
I ran to hide behind the hood of Bert's 4x4 and watch the house. It wasn't before long that the front door of the house was suddenly popped off its hinges by a giant, orange gut forcing itself out. Cracks started forming on the exterior walls. Out of curiosity, I looked towards the pond, half full. As quickly as they formed, the cracks expanded, showing more hippo through them. The sounds had become a bit indistinguishable because of the house falling apart.
All at once, the walls then gave way, waves of pachyderm flesh swelling out. The roof stayed as a single piece, however, so it stayed atop him. The destructive sounds tapered off, letting me hear the glorious sounds of Bert's body struggling with the immense pressure. He creaked and groaned and wobbled and strained loudly. I could tell where his legs were at least, they had become feet-deep, smooth divots on the bottom of his immensity.
A red hue started to make itself known at the center of his belly and noise grew more violent, lasting seconds each now. It was time for me to duck as his body shook like it had gotten stuck in a blizzard. With one long *CRRRRRrrrrrRRRRREeeeeEEEEE-*, he was about to detonate!
*KA-SLOOOORRRSH*
There was an ensuing rain after the explosion, so I got soaked. I looked back at the house and saw a crater. Running into the destruction, I found Bert splayed out at its epicenter, giggling, no worse for wear, and nude. “You okay?”, I had to ask. “*BUUOOOOORRRRRPPPPPP* Aaaaaaahhhhhh, oh yyess, that was a goooood stretch. Mmmnmnmm”, he responded, satisfied and with a triumphant belch to get the excess air out. I kneel down beside him and lean on his chest. He pulled me onto him to hug me again. His stomach suddenly growled. “Oooh, let's go get some food, shall we? After a hard morning's work?”, he pleaded jokingly. “Alright, yea. But I think I'll try driving the jeep…and we might wanna get you clothed up too”, I replied. Bert ruffled my hair and pulled himself up and out of the wreckage.
“Grub tiiiimmmee!”, he said and…put the hose back in his maw? He took a few long sucks on the LDWF, swelling him up by foot on his waistline. “Something to keep my gut busy, lez go, bud”, Bert said as he ushered me to his vehicle. We had a great time at the local BBQ and a great weekend afterwards!
Please do enjoy.
Constructive critism is much appreciated.
CW: Weight gain/fat furs throughout the story and inflation + popping in one ending. (Further CW's given later)
Bert belongs to me.
Ori belongs to https://bsky.app/profile/libras250.bsky.social
Nico and Taman belong to https://bsky.app/profile/ru4seal.bsky.social
Jaxson belongs to
MichaeltheBearWorking service has always been hard, even in a place like the F.A.T district, where most people are quite nice and magic can exist. Service jobs pay pretty handsomely here, yes, but once you realize that something as simple as a little desert cake given to a patron on their birthday becomes four guys pushing a cake the size of a mini-parade float out into a full house, then you'll see the balance of pay versus work. Big emphasis on MOST on that first statement too, because the few customers who are bad are REALLY bad. I've almost gotten eaten before…or at least threatened to be eaten. However, even with downsides like that, I'd still say that Barn’s Buffet Palace fairs FAR better than my old retail job in a world not filled with anthros.
I digress. I bring yet another story from this life of mine, this time a few months into my employment at the buffet. Summer was coming in hot, literally because it was already sweltering out. In the morning, it was already thirty celsius out. No matter the temperature, I still had to work that day. By the time I had driven to work in my AC-less, old truck, I had made my mind up that I was having lunch in the break room that day. I'd normally have it in my truck so I could have some peace and quiet, but that day, the heat was too much a price for a little solitude. The shift had been relatively pleasant up to lunch, lots of my regulars showed up that day. I say *my* regulars because customers at Barn's have the option of picking a certain waiter they like. So, I had the benefit of having some friendlier faces I could be a bit less formal with.
Time seemed to cruise by. My regulars kept me busy, especially a nerdy-looking kangaroo who I managed to cram around seventy sausage rolls into before he tapped out. Noon came and I cleared my last table, it was time to scram before the first wave of lunch rush barged in. Dusting off my uniform and going into the “Staff-Only” area, I recalled how grateful I was that I was always scheduled in the mornings. My lunchbox was stored away in a communal fridge; I got it and began texting some of the group chats I was a part of, just everyday conversation stuff. I made it to the cafeteria-esqe break room and picked a random table against one wall to stay at. Some coworkers were peppered about the place, other morning-shifters.
My coworkers had never really conversed with me, besides the occasional small talk or stuff related to work. Not a bad thing, since I had always preferred to keep to myself, most acquaintances just “happen”. Leftover adobo chicken was calling my name as I focused on unpacking my box. After heating it, I settled into my meal. God, I will always appreciate my roommates’ cooking. Guess I was so deep in thought or enjoying my food a bunch because I didn't notice someone pull up three chairs across the circular table from me. “Oi. Oi!”, I heard from whoever it was.
My glance goes up and there's a bright-colored hippo sitting across from me. He was an orange color with a tuft of fiery red hair atop his head. He had on a pair of shorts and a chef jacket that definitely didn't fit right because his lighter orange belly poked out proudly. His mouth was curved into a coy smirk that only revealed the pseudo buck teeth that his species is known to have. The hippo seemed very lax as he leaned just a bit forward. “You're in my spot”, he said.
“Oh. I-. Sorry”, I spluttered as I was going to move elsewhere. “Ayy woah woah, it's no biggie”, the hippo said as he held his hands up, “I'll be needing your lunch money though.” I didn't have any cash, I looked at him confused. “I kid. Name's Bert” he told me. I just stared at him, unsurely. I replied after a couple seconds, “Pate”. An awkward silence passes. “Sorry, heh.” the hippo tried to bring the conversation back, “not the kidding type?” “Sorta am, but gullible is written on the ceiling I guess” I explained. “Don't rag on yourself now. I just can't be myself too much when I'm in the kitchen” Bert told me. “What do you do?” I asked. “I baaaaasically yell out what stuff we're low on, and help cook sometimes. I like making desserts mostly though, but that's rare” he elaborated.
He picked up something off the floor, a cooler, and reached in for what I presumed to be his lunch. Bert pulled out a whole cantaloupe and a party-size bowl of fruit salad. “Very fruity” I tried joking this time. “Fruit is peak, alright! And so are the two hot mo’fo's I room with” Bert said back. I nearly spat my drink out from that left field comment. “Didn't mean that also, but still a hell yeah heheh”, I giggled. Bert smirked at me and popped the cantaloupe in his maw like a Skittle and ate it one bite. Honestly, I had never seen high jaw strength at work up to that point, so I was in awe. Bert looked at me lazily as he chewed, giving me a look that read as “What?”.
We kept talking till lunch was done, and then we met up in the cafeteria the same way the day after. Every day in the summer we sat together. We got to be decent friends, talking about our hobbies and such, he likes to paint and study history. We'd nerd out on various history shows we'd watch. It wasn't until one day in the summer of next year when he'd offer me something.
“Hey, bro. Got something to ask you”, Bert questioned as I was about to take my trash away. “Hnm?”, I acknowledged. “Do you wanna just hang tomorrow? I'm off”, he continued. “What did you have in mind?” , I questioned back. Bert seemed to mull over his words for a few seconds before responding, “There's a spot in a forest I know that I'd like to check out. An abandoned house and a pond next to it. Thinking we will do a little swim and get up to some ‘malarkey’ with the house.” This had an air of mischievous to it, I liked it. “Shenanigans eh? Hmmmmmmmmm… I'm down” I said, trying to play up my reaction. He smiled more and threw a bulky arm around me, “you're gonna love this.” His body is so warm, pleasantly so, and so soft and smooth, I touched his belly without thought. “Heh. You can play with it more tonight, I was thinking of a sleepover too” Bert said as we both realized the break was over. We hastily exchanged phone numbers and got back to it.
That day was dull, particularly because my excitement made it so. As soon as my shift ended, I got supper, sped home, and told my two roommates about my trip. Ori and Nico were happy for me as we munched on a literal sack of hamburgers and chicken sandwiches that I brought, along with a couple bags of fries and onion rings. Bert texted me to join him at his apartment in the late evening, so I stayed to help Nico with cleaning the kitchen until it came time. Before leaving I slipped on a pair of swimming trunks under my pants for the day after. The time eventually came and when I punched the address Bert gave me into a GPS, it turned out that he lived only a few blocks away from work. “At least the drive would be familiar”, I thought to myself as I turned the key in the ignition.
Boy, was I wrong. Apparently, there was an event going on in town. It looked to be some sort of massive farmer's market, lots of fresh produce and homemade trinkets could be seen under easy-ups and along street corners. I must note that the part of town I was driving through wasn't like the heart of Obi City where it's a concrete jungle, but more akin to any smaller towns’ city, just smaller buildings packed together and sidewalks dotted with bushes and trees. I could hear the sound of classic rock music blasting from somewhere in the festival. I circumvented the event and came to my work and then found Bert's apartment soon after. It was a three story place, a very simple structure made out of brick.
Inside, you could convince me that the place was just any old hotel you could find in a small town, the only difference would be just the scaling of everything for larger folk. I was looking for room number 11, on the second floor, I took the fire escape stairs that led up to it and didn't bother with the elevator. The second floor looked nearly identical to the first, sans a front desk. As I came down the hallway, I noticed someone leaning into one of the doorways near the end, a pig, judging by their skin's hue and their tail. They had shouted about some dinner order that they were getting, probably asking the occupants whether they wanted anything. The pig turned backwards and walked across to the apartment behind him, not batting me an eye, must be theirs.
Moving over to those apartments, low and behold, the one that the pig was shouting into was 11. I gulp, give the door a few knocks, and look absently out the window situated at the very end of the hallway. Nothing happens. I shrug to myself and knock harder. “Oh shoot!” I heard beyond the door and some stomps coming towards me. The door swung open to reveal someone who wasn't Bert, but a Shibe or Akita dog who was pretty muscle-gutty, he had maybe a foot or two on me. He looked down at me, bewildered. “Hey, youuuu here for someone?”, the dog asked. “Yeah, does Bert live here?”, I replied. The dog jumped a little like he just realized something. “OH YEAH, I'll get him, come on in. Call me Jaxson, by the way” Jaxson said as he motioned me in and to a couch. “Be right back!” the dog exclaimed as he went deeper into the apartment.
Bert's place was a bit messy, but not overly so, it's what one would expect from a co-habitated apartment visited on short notice, a kind of messy I'm used to and comfortable with. Although one decoration caught my eye, a photo of three people taking a selfie together: Bert, Jaxson, and someone who was a…bearcat I think? They were all skinnier looking in the picture. Leaning back on something, I relaxed and gave a thought of what that unknown person may look like now; I relaxed enough to where I didn't register the familiar feeling of fur of which I was leaning on. “Get comfy, may be a bit”, someone said. I then registered the fluffy something behind me and looked up to find a pair of eyes looking down at me from atop a hill of purplish-brown fur.
Spinning around, I gazed upon that same bearcat in the photo, but blobified. His rolls were not super visible due to all his fluff, making him look like a storm cloud almost. The fellow's tail curled around me and pushed me against him. “Who would you be?”, I queried nervously. “Taman. Did I spook you?” the binturong asked back. “A bit” I stammered. Taman smirked and I felt his tail pushed me further into him. “Calmmmmm” he said. I couldn't help but melt into the fluff a bit before I heard Jaxson's voice again, “Hey, Patey dude, Bert's a bit ‘stuck’ but he's ready for ya.” The floofy tail snaked its way under my chin and raised me up. “You can have more later” Taman whispered to me and stood me up with a paw. I went with Jaxson down a hallway next to the kitchen and beheld Bert in his room.
Stuck would be an accurate word for Bert, cause he definitely put on some pounds after I saw him at noon. He had on the pair of shorts that he'd normally wear plus what I could tell was a tank top, but his weight gain made them look more like a bikini set. He didn't seem *entirely* immobile, but his legs were borderline swallowing his feet and cheeks pushed against his wide muzzle. As for his room, it's pretty messy like the rest of the apartment. Not trashy though, the only trash in the room was in the bin, an assortment of snacks and skins of different fruits. Bert looked at me, unbothered, and made a grabby motion with his hands. “I'll leave you two be~”, Jaxson said as he closed the door behind me. “Already?”, I ask the near-blob before me. Bert doesn't budge, just kept wanting me to crawl atop, patting the top of his moobs instead.
I oblige the pachyderm and crawl atop his vastness, it's just enough to be used as a bed “You oughtta get used to peeps wanting affection by now”, Bert regaled me, enfolding me in his plush arms. The feeling of comfortable warmth that the hippo had overtook me in a wave of subtle heat. We hugged for a little bit before I responded, “I am used to it. I just never expect it, always a pleasant surprise when it does happen.” He rolled over onto his gut, pinning me down, and let out a sharp huff out of his nostrils. “In any case, reeelaaax, lil’ hooman”, he muttered as he pushed his heating-blanket-adjacent body on me. We watched stuff on his flat-screen until we both drifted off, a very relaxed night.
Morning came in the blink of an eye. The hippo was still laying on me, his maw was wide open and snoring. Surprisingly, his breath didn't stink much as he was breathing in my face pretty much. So, I took a subtle approach in trying to wake him up, by playing with his maw. Upon inspection, the width of his maw was roughly the width of both my hands, I could grip it like I was holding a huge cheeseburger. My fun with his face ended when I flicked one of his upper teeth, which made him sneeze and open his eyes. Couldn't help myself in knowing what it sounded like, it was like hollow wood. Bert wrestled himself up slightly and looked down at me. “Morning, hooman”, he groggily said before taking me with him as he got out of bed.
Bert sluggishly stood and looked at himself in a mirror. “Need to change, can't wear my good tank and shorts knowing imma decimate them, there's some hot pockets in the freezer, go help yourself”, he mumbled as he set me down. I obeyed and heated myself some pockets of the ham and cheese variety in the kitchen. Breakfast was lounging with Jaxson and Taman, making small talk and watching a random cartoon we found. The akita mentioned his new workout routine whilst me and the binturong listened intently, although I played with Taman's tail absent-mindedly a lot. Bert came out and got himself a dozen hot pockets too. He had roughly the same outfit on, but slightly larger and they most certainly have seen better days with some holes and a few unwashable stains adorning them. Bert stomped over and took up the rest of the space on the couch, if Jaxson and I weren't already chilling on Taman, we'd be a tight sandwich.
“You're about to get huge today, huh?”, Taman asked towards Bert. “The cottage on Sundown Avenue isn't gonna flatten itself, bro”, Bert responded. “Ain't destroying an abandoned house illegal?”, Jaxson chimed in. “...Maybe? I did my research on the place. Apparently the builders botched up the whole house badly enough that no owners or renters wanted to touch it. So, it's been sitting untouched and rotting for…five years?”, Bert explained, “Legal or nah, we'd be doing somebody a favor by scrapping it.” I didn't know about that part, “malarkey” was quite vague of a descriptor for what he'd said we were doing. I don't mind it, however.
Me and Bert finished and excused ourselves from the other two and went to head out, waving them goodbye. Taman and Jaxson were quite sweet people, as far I could tell! As we made our way outside the building, Bert apologized for not being clear about the whole ‘we possibly are committing vandalism’ thing, but I assured him that “we do a little crime~”. Surprisingly enough, Bert led me over to a vehicle, a bright-orange, jeep-like 4x4, that was also massive. I had to climb up and into the cab like it was a semi truck. The interior of the 4x4 literally was like you scaled up a Jeep for fatfur sizes, but even with that, Bert's extra poundage made his gut brush against the steering wheel. “Surprised you didn't bring your roomies”, I mentioned to him. “True. But Jax has work soon and Taman definitely couldn't get out of the building without more help than me and Jax could provide, he would've said no due to the hassle alone. There is somebody else who LOVES destroying stuff, but they have a gig going on so we're on our own, sadly”, Bert reasoned. I shrugged my shoulders as Bert began driving.
The next hour was spent blasting music from an aux cord, a variety of stuff since we used it as an opportunity to show each other our tastes in music. Bert drove fast through the streets, not making crazy maneuvers or anything, but I'd most certainly dub him a “leadfoot”. We went from the suburb-ish area to the deep country. Eventually, the 4x4 pulls up on a large, abandoned house. Bert wasn't kidding, the place was very run down. The front yard and driveway looked like a miniature forest, all the windows were damaged in some way, and climbing vines snaked their way up different sides of the place. The house was a single floor with a basement underneath and the landscape sloped upwards behind the structure. Maybe fifty feet off to the right of the house was a big pond, around the width of a football field. Bert and I simply took in the visuals for a bit before I followed him to the rear of his 4x4.
Bert leaned on the door to his vehicle's trunk. “Alright, Patey, question. Do you still wanna have a little swim and vibe here, or do you wanna go straight to leveling this joint?”, he asked.
“Hnmmm…”
[This story has two paths from this point, please choose which response you prefer.]
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Response #1: “Oh yeah, let's have that dip in the pond. This is a vibe.”
CW - Extreme Weight Gain
Response #2: “Maybe we should speed this up. Kinda afraid we'll get caught.”
CW - Water Inflation and Popping
[Please find the corresponding path below.]
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Path #1:
Bert nodded and opened his trunk to snatch something out. “A treat for later”, he said as he held the thing he got up. It was a big bottle of weight gain potion that I was familiar with! The bottle was like one that you'd see atop a water cooler and had a label saying it was the “5,000 Stone Slammer” drink. Bert swung the bottle under his arm and closed his trunk. We headed to the pond. I took it upon myself to test the water and it was a decent temperature. I threw all my clothes off and soaked in the pond, whilst taking some of his clothes off. Before I knew what hit me, Bert cannonballed into the pond beside me, making a massive splash and pushing me away a few feet. We played around for a while, splashing, wrestling, and skipping some flat rocks we found. It eventually culminated into him floating flat on his back with me resting at the peak of his tummy, gazing at the clear sky.
“God, think I'm getting a tan laying up here”, I told Bert. “Orange bellies reflect a bit more light onto you, I guess”, he replied. We paused for a bit. “I should probably bring you over to mine or my other bud's place. I know a couple folks who love to cook and bake a bunch, might get an opportunity to test some of their fruity desserts on you”, I said. Bert's belly let out a subtle growl and he patted it lazily. “Ohh. I'd be honored!”, he responded with the same chill smile. Bert wrapped an arm around me and rolled over to get himself back on his feet. “I'm ready to do some ‘home improvement’, how ‘bout you?”, he cooed in my ear. “Yes, boss!”, I pepped. The hippo marched out of the pond, grabbing the big bottle he set aside on the way out.
He waddled to behind the house and looked up to the roof. Without warning he tried to jump onto the roof from the incline, surprisingly, the roof didn't immediately cave in from the pachyderm's weight. He mostly stuck the landing, with his fat, little legs dangling off a bit and me and the bottle being let loose from his arms for a second. Bert then made his way to the roof's peak and plopped down. He and I took in the view for a little bit before he fidgeted with the bottle in his arm. “Shall we get started?~”, he asked me. “Sir, yes, sir!”, I replied with mirth.
The hippo sat me down beside him and took the bottle with both his hands. He flicked the cap off of it and lifted it to angle over his maw. Bert chugged the bottle slowly with heavy, laborious gulps. The sounds of swallowing were accompanied by the familiar noises of his gut, knowing that the next couple minutes were about to be a bumpy ride, groaning and gurgling in anticipation. Bert wasn't even finished before I noticed his body starting to bloat like a water balloon, his gut lurching downward quickly. As he finished the last drops, the hippo threw the bottle to the side and grabbed me. Bert pulled me into a sort of bear hug, squashed by his developing chin rolls and hefty moobs.
I was aware how strong the weight gain potion could be, so bet that the gains would be swift. As he held me against his chest, I watched as his face puffed up more and more with each passing second. Chin rolls added themselves, cheeks swelled and pressed themselves against the hippos thick maw, and I could see the slight development of some blubber on his forehead. I could practically hear the rolls on his body multiply from the power of the weight gain potion, along with the scraping of his spreading form against the rough shingles of the roof. Bert smiled down at me and pressed me deeper into him whilst giving me nuzzles. The amount of cheek fat present smothered me in soft skin.
The potion continued on its warpath as Bert gave me affection. We locked hands for a moment, I could feel the fat growing in his hands too. His palms were plush and his fingers were comparable to armrest cushions in thickness, he couldn't really bend them either. I flipped onto my back to see the rest of his body. Where I would've seen the edge of the roof ahead of us was now replaced by a sea of light orange, distended hippo belly. His stomach swayed like literal waves of water and presumably it was hanging over the edge. To the sides of my vision, I could make out the saggy boulders of blubber that were now his thighs and legs, no feet visible. I say ‘make out’ because the hippo's moobs made it harder to see over them. His tits bloated up and spread out, trying to bury me in cleavage. I turned back around to meet Bert gaze again, however I noticed that I could see his tail and the tops of his butt cheeks hovering behind him.
The sounds of growing fat were then interrupted by sounds of snapping woods, becoming louder over the course of a minute. The house was most certainly collapsing under the mountain of a man before me. Bert wrapped himself around me again, but his overloaded arms made it a bit difficult. I was stashed between his maw and one of his cheeks by his efforts. It was good timing too, because a few seconds after, the house finally gave way under the hippo. Debris scattered in many directions far enough that I could see them and the house fell apart with a thunderous crack, somewhat suppressed by the wobbles of all the fat rippling from hitting the ground.
Bert kept spreading out, his limbs becoming completely buried in himself and his face becoming slightly sunken in. We sat in his swollen form for another few minutes before the grumbles his body made tapered off. Bert looked at me and grinned. “Wanna kno-*OURRP*-w how wide I am? I think I can feel the pond on third lovehandle r-*Ouurrpp*...right now, heheheh”, Bert giggled. I just kind of looked at him in awe, the literal hill of a hippo. He tried to move a bit, only for his form to wobble like jello and emit gorgling and sloshing noises. “Hate to ask b-*uuurrrrpppp*, I'm kinda hungry. Can you go get something?”, he asked. I patted him on a neck roll, “Sure thing, blob. But I'm going to bask in this for just a minute longer”, I replied. “Grrrr, hungy hippo need grub!”, Bert shouted in a light tone and started to playfully nibble me. “Okay! Okay! I'll go! hahahaha”, I giggled as his biting tickled me. For the rest of that day, I tended to that blob, it was hard but honest work. After it all, Bert thanked me for being around to spend time with, especially since I had only been a situationship up to that point. I just simply told him, “Anytime.”
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Path #2
Bert nodded and smirked. “I've got just the ordinance for that!”, he exclaimed and opened his truck to fish something out of the back. He started pulling out a hose of some sort that looked like pool equipment. After wrestling with the hose for a bit, Bert had a certain part of it in his hand, which looked to be a filter. “This is a LDWF, Long Distance Water Filtrator. This little machine basically purifies any liquid that is shot through it, in the case we're using it to turn the pond over there into safe, clean drinking water”, Bert explained.
I paused. “Three questions. One, you think this'll be enough hose? Two, how the hell did you get this even? Three, what do you mean by ordinance?”, I asked. His coy smirk flashed again. “This equipment was really expensive. I got it from one of those outdoorsy stores, I believe they said that it could primarily be used when you go camping or fishing. For easy drinking water, y'know. And yes, this length should be enough for me to use. I'm gonna drink out of that pond until I break the house from the inside. Things *may* get a little explosive though”, Bert explained further. “Huh, so you do lil’ ‘explodiating’ too”, I said, moreso to myself than him. “Yup, feels cathartic! Now, lez get to it”, Bert answered and started up the driveway to the house. I followed and we made our way inside the house.
The interior was mostly bare and as decrepit as the exterior. Some foliage made its way inside, climbing vines reached in through some of the shattered windows. There were signs of some previous life here, likely builders, since there were some leftover drywall bits, soda cans, and a cheap folding chair in the living room. Some bits of the walls were torn down and others had small amounts of graffiti painted on them. “Looks like they were mid-renovation when they gave up on this place”, I mentioned, earning a knowing “mhm” from the hippo. Downstairs, the basement was untouched, only showing its age with cracks in the concrete floor from settling and a layer of dust.
Following the brief exploration, we got the LDWF ready. Bert tried to sit in the folding chair but it collapsed immediately when his rump hit it, pretty funny. The hippo just looked at me with an unimpressed, yet also amused glare as I handed him the output end of the hose. Bert had positioned himself around the center of the house. “Heheh, standby for the fireworks!”, he said he clamped his maw around the nozzle and flipped the on/off switch. I could hear water make its way through the hose and the filter “wrrrr” to life. Bert began to gulp and gulp and gulp all that H2O.
The changes in his body remained subtle, only his belly distended a bit, but it would soon pick up after a few minutes. His thighs puffed, his moobs grew, and butt pushed more out of his shorts. It was like the fatty parts of his body were experiencing the inflation at first. His body seemingly realized this and the water started to funnel itself everywhere else it could. His body took on a more orbish shape as I continued to watch from the open front door.
That's when the noises started, little groans of hide stretching and water sloshing around in him. His limbs began to sink as his body expanded in every direction. Through all this, Bert remained unphased, like he's done this multiple times before. However, it would become hard to read his expression as his swelling body pressed his head on the ceiling, huge cheeks and his chest obscuring it. The groans and sloshing got louder and were now joined by some creaks and the cracking of the infrastructure around the hippo. That was my que to put some distance between me and the likely-to-be water bomb.
I ran to hide behind the hood of Bert's 4x4 and watch the house. It wasn't before long that the front door of the house was suddenly popped off its hinges by a giant, orange gut forcing itself out. Cracks started forming on the exterior walls. Out of curiosity, I looked towards the pond, half full. As quickly as they formed, the cracks expanded, showing more hippo through them. The sounds had become a bit indistinguishable because of the house falling apart.
All at once, the walls then gave way, waves of pachyderm flesh swelling out. The roof stayed as a single piece, however, so it stayed atop him. The destructive sounds tapered off, letting me hear the glorious sounds of Bert's body struggling with the immense pressure. He creaked and groaned and wobbled and strained loudly. I could tell where his legs were at least, they had become feet-deep, smooth divots on the bottom of his immensity.
A red hue started to make itself known at the center of his belly and noise grew more violent, lasting seconds each now. It was time for me to duck as his body shook like it had gotten stuck in a blizzard. With one long *CRRRRRrrrrrRRRRREeeeeEEEEE-*, he was about to detonate!
*KA-SLOOOORRRSH*
There was an ensuing rain after the explosion, so I got soaked. I looked back at the house and saw a crater. Running into the destruction, I found Bert splayed out at its epicenter, giggling, no worse for wear, and nude. “You okay?”, I had to ask. “*BUUOOOOORRRRRPPPPPP* Aaaaaaahhhhhh, oh yyess, that was a goooood stretch. Mmmnmnmm”, he responded, satisfied and with a triumphant belch to get the excess air out. I kneel down beside him and lean on his chest. He pulled me onto him to hug me again. His stomach suddenly growled. “Oooh, let's go get some food, shall we? After a hard morning's work?”, he pleaded jokingly. “Alright, yea. But I think I'll try driving the jeep…and we might wanna get you clothed up too”, I replied. Bert ruffled my hair and pulled himself up and out of the wreckage.
“Grub tiiiimmmee!”, he said and…put the hose back in his maw? He took a few long sucks on the LDWF, swelling him up by foot on his waistline. “Something to keep my gut busy, lez go, bud”, Bert said as he ushered me to his vehicle. We had a great time at the local BBQ and a great weekend afterwards!
Category Story / Fat Furs
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