Jacob finally asks his cervine crush Stella, out on a date of his previous inflation mishap. Will everything go smoothly? or will our pudgy wolf have his date ruined by more inflation irritation?
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He took a deep breath and waddled over to the mirror. Standing there, the wolf looked over himself, the massive swell of his pregnant looking stomach: huge hips stacked high with blubber, bulging cheeks and fat-laden limbs.
“Okay” he thought to himself, looking into the chubby face he saw in the glass “Come one big man, you can do this”
Everything was set. He’d showered, blasted his pits and fat rolls with body spray. His hair had been brushed with wax and he’d chosen a collared shirt and pair of cargo pants that neither hugged his figure too tightly, nor did it hang off his body like a bedsheet, making him look self-conscious.
“Just be smooth. Don’t rush, don’t embarrass yourself and act natural. You’re a nice guy. You’re charming. Just let that show. Don’t be an asshole” the mirror image was told. “Don’t be too greedy…remember your manners, she won’t like it if you stuff your face in front of her”

There had been some rather interesting developments of late. Recently, poor Jacob had been the victim of the unique combination of cookie dough and extremely hot weather. The wolf’s gorging of the latter, combined with the environmental conditions of the former had resulted in him blowing up into a massive dough-filled ball. Ironically, that same tame was also chosen by his neighbour to visit, bearing some home-made lemonade. Stella, for that was her name, had discovered Jacob in his very rotund form. Most awkward, seeing as he had crushed on the curvy little doe for quite a while.
Anyway, being a inflated blob in front of his secret love proved to be less of a catastrophe than he first believed. The massive amount of dough that filled him had slowly broken down over the course of a few hours, slowly reducing him back to normal. In that time, Stella had refused to leave and helped him, supplying lemonade and making him as comfortable as possible atop his belly. She sure was sweet. By the time he’d managed to dissolve all the dough and was back to his obese-but-mobile normality, he nervously popped the question if she’d like to meet him someday. For dinner.
She had blushed and looked down at her petite little hooves, before managing to tip her head up a squeak a small “yes”.
Perfection.
Luckily, he had just managed to resist screaming with surprise and happiness, running about and punching the air like a madman.
After that the conversation had been suitably awkward, but the point was, he got it. And now he was about to embark upon his voyage. A nice little beachside restaurant. Perfect place for them.
Jacob took one last look in the mirror, checking he was all in order, before he turned about, tail wagging nervously, and headed for the door, slipping out and locking his home behind himself. The next time he saw this house, he told himself, he would be the happiest man alive, or at least, so he hoped.

As usual, it was a warm night as he strolled through the backstreets to the beachfront. He tried not to walk to fast, not wanting to work up a sweat before his dinner date. It was hot though, and as he puffed along, he was thankful of putting on so much deodorant. The high street was fairly busy, with couples and groups walking up and down the street, laughing and chatting loudly. And of course, peeking into back alleys, he could see couples up against the wall, kissing and groping passionately and one pair getting into an activity that was really best done at home. Normally he’d feel embarrassed or even a little jealous at their intimacy. But not tonight. He would ignore them and keep on walking, his flabby thighs rubbing together.

Beach parties were in full swing along the sand. He could vaguely see what looked like a 15 foot wide beachball, but soon realised it was a raccoon who’d been obviously inflated to such proportions on some drunken shenanigans. Some people…
Then, he caught sight of his goal. A nice little restaurant, right on the promenade, with views across the bay. He stepped up his waddling, belly jiggling up and down like the rolling of a wave, before hurrying in through the door, belly pushing it open for him.
A monitor lizard in a smart waistcoat glared at him from the counter. “Excuse me sir” it hissed “Do you have a reservation?”
“R-Reservation?” Jacob stammered, “Ummmm, yeah, t-table four?”
The reptile peered down at his bookings, before nodding. “Ah, I see. Yes sir, table four is ready for you. Take your seat and I’ll have someone take your order”
“Thanks” he muttered and waddled off. Fuck, I’m already getting sweaty, he thought to himself, gazing out over the dark waters of the bay. To be fair, I did pick quite a hot night to do this thing….shit, I hope that doesn’t ruin it for me. He knew where the table was, having scouted it out beforehand. At least I got here first, gives me some time to get my shit together before she turns up!
He caught sight of the table and froze. Two pert little ears, sitting atop that shapely body, which was wrapped in a beautiful lime-green minidress. Her hands folded neatly in her lap, her flopping sunhat resting on the table.
Shit
“Ummmm, Hi!” he said nervously. She turned her face around and flashed an adorable smile, long eyelashes fluttering. “Heya! Nice to see you!”
“S-sorry to keep you waiting” he blushed, waddling over to his chair and planting his fat ass down upon it. The loud creaking that resulted made him wince. That couldn’t be good.
The doe gave a cute smile and carried on “Nice place you’ve got for us here”
“Thanks, I have a friend who works in the kitchen, he managed to get me a table ahead of the others”
“Cool” she nodded, smoothing out her dress.
Don’t say anything about eating her, don’t say anything about eating her.“I like your shirt” she offered “It suits you, makes you look smart”
“Uh, thanks…I…like you dress…it makes your look..um…delicious”
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. He screamed internally, wanting to smash himself in the face over and over again. Though he luckily managed to avoid doing so in reality. But he came very close. He managed to see her shudder a little, but she covered herself.
“That’s…nice”
“Sorry, sorry” he flustered, unable to let his mistake slide “I just think you’re….really good looking…I mean…hot… I mean….pretty…ummm…I really don’t want to do anything like that!”
He wasn’t sure if he’s rambling was making the situation better or worse, but the arrival of a serval waiter managed to break the ice.
“Hello there!” the man smiled brightly, pulling out a pad. “Orders for food and drink?”
“Yes” Stella said, a little hurridly “I’d like a lentil stew, with a glass of cherry soda” she turned to look at the flustered wolf. “And you”
“I’ll take the pan fried seabass” Jacob told him, a little dejectedly “And a mint cocktail”
“Of course” the sergal quickly removed their menus and gracefully walked away, leaving the two alone once more. This was going awfully, he thought to himself, looking down at his huge gut pressing through his shirt. She’ll never speak to me after this.
“Hey” Stella said gently after a few moments of silence. “You okay?”
Jacob sighed and stopped twiddling his thumbs. He looked up into that adorable face, with its chubby cheeks, deep brown eyes and cute spots. It wasn’t angry, or disgusted. She looked a little worried, but, he had a feeling it wasn’t for her safety.
“No…nothing” he waved his hand dismissively “Hey…ummmm, you paint don’t you?”
“Why yes, I do” she smiled “How did you know that?”
“I…uhhhh…see you with your easel from time to time” he admitted “Out on the beach, or around town….it looks…umm…fun. What do you paint?”
“Anything really” the cervine shrugged “The sea….people…animals, plants. I’m not picky. If something catches my eye, I’ll paint it”
“And what do you do with the painting? You know, once you’ve finished it?”
“Keep around half, sell the rest. You get a lot of people round here who want to brighten up their homes. A few nice paintings will do that quickly easily”
Jacob nodded in agreement “I should take a look. I’m sure you’re fantastic, and I need something to show off to my friends”
That roused a giggle from Stella, who blushed a little. “You’d do that with my art? I’m flattered!”
“I’m sure I could get away with saying that you were world famous and really expensive too” he laughed back, finally relaxing a little.
They talked some more, with Jacob finally managing to reduce his slip ups, when the waiter returned, bearing their plates and drinks. He quickly set their food down, before giving a smart bow and telling them to enjoy their meal.
“Phew” Stella sighed, wiping her forehead. “Its getting pretty hot isn’t it? I mean, more so than usual”
“Yeah…it is” Jacob could feel the sweat starting to pool, and his anxiety rose anew. If he was sweating then he looked nervous, and she would smell it, and she would think he was a fat smelly slob. Silently, he willed himself not to, but he could feel himself growing damp. Shit, shit, shit shit.

He went to grab his drink, but in his hurry to do so, knocked into the glass with his fat fingers and spilling his drink onto the table and his lap.
“Fuck!” he couldn’t help himself from saying as the cocktail soaked into his trousers. He was vaguely aware of someone sniggering a few tables away, and his cheeks burned with shame. He couldn’t look up at his date, but looking at his trousers only angered him more.
“Oh…shall I order you another one?” Stella asked, a forkload of stew halfway to her lips.
“N-no” Jacob stammered, waving his hand and trying to soak the cocktail off his crotch with a napkin. “I’ll m-manage”
He buried his frustration and misery at how terribly his date was progressing in tearing into the seabass and filling his cheeks with it. It tasted good, though, as usual, he was burying how inadequate he was in food. Dejectedly, he cut up the fish and pushed forkloads of it and fried potato past his lips.
Stella ate quietly, taking long draughts of her cherry soda in between bites. A couple of times, Jacob saw her shudder out of the corner of his eye, stifling a blech by the looks of things. He felt a little envious now. The night was a hot one, and his prideful refusal to get another drink meant that he was quickly growing thirsty. But he didn’t want to admit it now, he’d look even more like a fool and a moron. The cold liquid dripping down his thighs from his spill earlier, severed as a constant reminder of that.
Come one Jacob, he told himself as he ate some more of the crispy fish, don’t fuck it up any more than you have done, you useless blob of lard. At least it couldn’t get any worse…the last time it was this hot, I got turned into a big ball of cookie-….FUCK. You’ve gone and cursed yourself now you stupid fucker! Now you’re bound to inflate or something stupid like that!
He felt himself become hot and flustered with worry. His hand began to tremble, but he quickly hid it under the table before Stella could notice. Nervously, he looked about, trying to spot anything that could result in an inflation escapade. As he did so, he realised that unlike the burger joints or oriental houses he frequented, nobody was close to his weight group, aside from Stella. The slight or well-built patrons were far skinnier than his obese frame, which judging by their sniggers and side glances, they found rather hilarious. Jacob was suddenly aware of how his massive ass spread out over the seat, sagging off it like a waterballoon.
Was he shaking? He felt like he was shaking….ah fuck…how obvious was he? She looked like she was worried, was he worrying her?
Stella set down her fork and paused. Her cervine ears twitched and she looked down at her feet. Jacob frowned as she trembled, before shuddering again.
“Are you….okay?” he asked in a concerned voice.
“Yes….I’m….f-fine” she nodded rapidly, her shoulders shuddering as if she had the hiccups. “Nothing to w-worry about” she attempted to smile at him in a reassuring manner, but it didn’t fool Jacob. He opened his mouth to speak when something hit the table with a loud bump.
The wolf recoiled back in shock. Stella too jumped back, but not of her own volition. Her stomach bubbled outwards, looking pregnant in its girth and straining the fabric of her dress. She squeaked in terror as she began to grow. Her stomach creaked and bulged, filling upwards as if she was being pumped full of air. The globe expanded in girth, the dress tightening around it as she grew past the size of an eight months pregnant woman, and sailed onwards into the territory of twin sized babies. Behind her, the chair creaked as her backside ballooned upwards, her already oversized booty taking a sudden spurt of rapid growth to push against the back of her chair.
“Oh nononono!” the poor little doe whined, kicking her feet as her belly surpassed triplets in size, her dress straining at its near full capacity. It looked as tight as the skin on a balloon, though as the dumbstruck Jacob watched, tiny rips and tears began to form in the seams and along her waist. Like a snake shedding it’s skin, the dress began to tear itself apart. As it grew bigger than a beachball, large rends tearing through the lime fabric to expose the white, soft fur of the doe’s underbelly. “Not now!” she whined, as she was pushed off her chair and slid onto the floor, belly sloshing loudly.
“What’s going on!” Jacob managed to gasp as his date inflated, her gut swelling larger and larger to pin the poor girl to the floor, her backside having turned into one with buns bigger than footballs. Right before his eyes, the rest of her puffed up. Her arms inflated like a blow up doll, becoming stiff and round as they formed thick sausages of cervine fur, her legs following suit until they resembled that of an inflatable float at a carnival. Even her breasts followed suit, puffing up rapidly until they were larger than basketballs. Thankfully, Stella’s dress managed to stay in one piece around her cleverage, preserving some degree of modesty as she puffed and swelled into a reddish-brown ball.
“I d-didn’t want to be rude” she stammered, face blushing brightly, her ears drooping in embarrassment as her tum started to push off the floor, growing so larger that it began to meet the doe’s own height, rounding out into a heavy globe of quivering fur. “I…kept trying not to….but it started to build…and it got so hot”
“What? Try not to do what?” he asked, finally snapping out of it, and getting up from the chair to rush over to his date. He placed a hand against her swollen stomach, feeling its strange mass. It was tight and full, but an odd mass moved beneath it…almost, like the contents where…bubbling against her skin.
“Well….mmpph….belch of course!” she shot back, her voice rising with panic. “I couldn’t be rude on the first date!”
“So….all this” he prodded the growing stomach, feeling his finger bounce of the firm skin. “Is…your cherry coke?”
“Well…probably” she groaned, her belly letting loose in a series of loud, rumbling gurgles, sounding like the water sloshing about in an old tank or boiler. Diners, who had been watching with smiles and sniggers started to complain.
“Get that fat bitch outta here!”
“Have some manners!”
“We’re eating over here!”
Stella whined, trying to hide her face as her stomach grew to a size larger than herself, her belly so big that Jacob had to shift position to see her face. Tables were pushed aside, eliciting more angry or spiteful comments from their fellow diners as the poor doe was dwarfed by her own carbonated stomach, while being pinned to the floor by her behind. As Jacob eased himself past, the unmistakeable scent of berries tickled his nose, followed by the tint of carbonation. Cherries, without a doubt. Its smell seemed to be oozing from her mouth, wafting across the room as it bubbled within her.
Jacob managed to push his squishy belly past her tight one, so he could get a good look at her face. Her eyes were wet with tears of embarrassment, her ears pinned back against her cervine skull as the other diners loudly mocked her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, trying to move tables to give her still growing belly space, as it had become the size of a small car by now. Her whole body had a puffed and inflated looked, her fingers no longer dainty and slender, but thick and round, like Jacob’s. Even her feet and claves had puffed up, like marshmallows, while her tiny tail sat atop the two hideously oversized globes that made up her behind. She was nearly as big as Jacob had inflated, back when they had met over the cookie dough incident. Though now the tables were reversed, and they no longer had the privilege of privacy.
“N-no” she trembled, unable to look him in the eye. Her cheeks looked puffy, like a chipmunk, or as if she had taken a deep drink of liquid, and filled her mouth to the brim.
“Don’t worry” he insisted, hoping he didn’t sound as panicked as he felt. “I’ll…uhhh..figure this out”
He turned just in time to see the monitor lizard from the desk storming over, eyes narrowed in rage.
“Excuse me sir” snapped the reptile, so incensed that drool hung from his mouth. “But this is a high end restaurant, where patrons wish to enjoy their food in peace and quiet. NOT the place for you to act out your own depraved inflation fantasies!”
“Fantasies!” Jacob yelled back, feeling his blood turn hot. The obese wolf waddled over to the lizard and shot “This woman is in distress and need of help, and you come here to lecture us!”
“Well maybe you two shouldn’t have tried blowing up to get your rocks off, in a private restaurant then!” he snarled back. Laughter erupted amongst the decidedly unsympathetic diners at the heated tirade.
“Fuck you!” Jacob yelled, balling his fat fingers into fists by his side “It was an accident!”
“Accident my ass. You bunch of fucking exhibitionists! Why don’t you deflate your whore little girlfriend and fuck back off to the burger joint where you belong!”
Jacob saw red. His lips pulled back as he snarled in anger. Vaguely, he could hear the whole restaurant laughing and sniggering, pointing at the inflated deer and her obese date. He could also faintly her Stella trying to protest and shout it down. But the blood roaring in his ears drowned it all out, and all he focused on was pulling his fist back then punching the lizard in the snout as hard as he could manage. It connected with a loud smack and the monitor lizard was sent staggering back, clutching at his face.
In that split second, there was a sharp intake of breath around the whole room, followed by a dead silence. All the diners watched with wide eyes and open mouths at the sudden escalation of violence. Jacob himself was lost for words, hardly able to believe what he had just done.
The lizard stood back up to his full height and turned to face the blubbery wolf. Blood trickled down his scaled lip as he smiled grimly, exposing rows and rows of curved saurian teeth.
“You little fucker”
Those were the last words Jacob remembered, before the fist came rushing towards his own face, and all he saw was a blindingly bright light.




“That was fucking awful” whined Jacob.
The two were walking back, through the lonely winding streets of the night. Sounds of laughter and merriment could be heard faintly from the beach, but the couple trudged on silently, Jacob wincing as he held an icepack to his bruised and swollen face.
“It was” Stella nodded sullenly. “Worst date imaginable”
After the lizard had successfully sucker-punched poor Jacob cold, someone had called the police. Two officers had shown up, and managed to calm the situation down while arranging for some help for Stella. Luckily, the cherry coke had started to go flat, and the humiliated doe had slowly deflated down to her regular curvy self. Then they had to deal with the police, and fork out for when the bar owner’s claimed damages, then were promptly marched out in front of the smug faces of the other diners.
“Dumb bastard. I can’t believe he treated us like that” the wold continued to grumble.
“How’s the head?” she asked.
“Better” he admitted, squinting at his reflection in a window. “Its…stopped swelling at least”
They walked on in silence for a few more meters, before Stella quietly said “Thank you…for standing up for me”
“Nothing to worry about” he sighed, thoroughly dejected. “He was being nasty to you. And it wasn’t even your fault”
“In a way it was” she admitted, wiping at her eyes “I….should have fucking burped. If I knew how bad the evening would have gone”
“Why didn’t you?”
She sighed in exasperation, twisting her fingers in discomfort. “I was embarrassed okay!” she blurted out “I thought if I did so, you’d be put off me as some slob with no table manners!”
“What?” Jacob recoiled, eyes widening in shock “What do you mean? Put me off you? I was too busy pissing my pants over putting you off to think of that!”
“Put me off?” she laughed, as clear and beautiful as a morning birdsong. Jacob could almost feel his spirits lift drastically at the perfect little giggle. “Why?”
“You know! Me being a smelly sweaty blob and being so dumb to knock my drink everywhere?”
“Accident” she chuckled, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. “And I never smelt a thing”
He chuckled too as they walked on in silence. So she hadn’t been put of by him….she’d been trying to impress him too? The sheer irony of it all was killing him. Part of him wanted to laugh. Part wanted to cry. The other bit wanted him to walk up to a wall and repeatedly smash his head into it. It had been going so well….and he never even knew it. Typical of him to have the night ruined for him like this. Just his fucking luck.

They walked for the rest in an awkward silence, until they reached their street. Ever the gentleman, Jacob walked Stella to her door, which he opened for her, before turning to say goodbye.
“Sorry for such a bad night” he offered weakly. “I…never meant it to go like that. I honestly though…we could have a nice time out”
“It’s okay” she smiled, perched on the doorstep. “I get it….you did mean well. I’m sorry for messing everything up too…and ….well…sorry for your face”
“Nothing to worry about” he grinned, trying to look braver than he felt.
The chubby little doe stepped forwards and gently reached out to the swollen, bruised flesh of his cheek. Her slender, dainty fingers made contact, tenderly tracing along the swollen wound, making Jacob wince and whine a little.
“That looks pretty bad” she said, her voice soft and tender.
“It feels pretty bad” he admitted, rather pathetically.
She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, gently tracing the lumps and bumps of the punch. Then gently, she leaned in a pressed her muzzle to his undamaged cheek, gently planting a soft kiss upon his cheek, before looking up and quietly asking.
“How about you come inside so I can take a look at it? Maybe stay a little longer”
“What? Uhhhhh” Jacob nearly dropped the icepack, his fingers stiffening with shock. His eyes widened but he managed to regain control quickly enough for him to stop his jaw dropping. His brain sparked as he joined the dots in his head, before managing to stutter out his response. “Y-y-yeah….I’d l-love to”
“Lovely…how about we start that date over again?” she grinned that sweet, delicate little smile at him, before gently taking his fat hand in her dainty one, before she led the fat and dumbfounded wolf in through the doorway.
The door slid shut, and it remained for, even as the moon rose into the sky, before plunging down to be replaced by the great globe of the sun. And it remained shut all that morning, late into the afternoon.