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Life was good in Argenteux, a busy, modern city in the South. The sun was shining, many people had finished their work for the day and now enjoyed their afternoon at the beach or at one of the many beach cafes. For others, work had just begun, namely the workers of the many cafes, boutiques and stalls. The young mienfoo Max was one of the many waiters going to work, in his case at the "Fairy's Delight". He had just come from the university and was immediately handed a wet wiping cloth by the cafe's owner, a luxray named James. "Hello, boy. You're just in time to help me get everything ready. You take care of the front row and outside, I take care of everything in the back.", his boss told him. The mienfoo swiftly went to work, wiped all the tables, wrote the day's special offer on a stand-up display and opened the parasols.

Originally, his goal in life had been to become a spaceship designer, but he eventually lowered his expectations and was now enrolled at Argenteux City University to become an engineer. Not as fancy as his real dream, but hopefully the first step towards it. He only worked in the "Fairy's Delight" to improve his financial situation. Paying for rent and studies was just a touch too much for him, and the sum his parents had entrusted him with didn't quite suffice. In fact, there were some additional expenses he hadn't anticipated, his studies also required him to purchase a few new books. Luckily, after speaking with his boss about the issue, he was offered a chance to earn an extra buck on the side.

The cafe "Fairy's Delight" was actually quite well known, at least in certain circles, for its famous "Fairy's Brew", a curious, sweet and slightly alcoholic beverage that was created in a very special way. It's supply was fairly limited, because it was basically just the fermented cum of a sylveon. However, it didn't stop there, there also existed a really expensive variety of it, called "Bellyfermented". While it was a completely valid strategy to just let the cafe's sylveons fill barrel after barrel with their delicious spunk and process it in the ordinary way, by adding a little yeast and letting it rest in a warm basement so it could ferment and develop a slightly tangy, savory taste, there was also this second method of preparation that was much more involved. Instead of using a barrel, a volunteer would offer themselves to carry the fermenting cum inside the cozy warmth of their belly. At first it sounded like a strange idea, but in reality it was actually a very professional and well tested method.

This was how Max intended to pay for his books. He had learned about this curiosity on his very first day of work in the cafe, initially dismissed it, slowly grew fond of it, and now had reached a point where he was ready to try it. When he returned, his boss gave him a knowing grin and asked casually: "Wanna spend some more time serving visitors first, or are you ready for it?" The mienfoo pressed his fingers together and gave the luxray a reluctant stare. Once the process was initiated, it would take a month for it to finish. Sure, James always reassured him that he could abort at any time with no repercussions, but Max didn't want to fail his boss, and more importantly himself. He replied with a whisper: "I think I want to do it now. Why wait any longer?"

The luxray nodded understandingly and led the mienfoo into one of the cafe's many backrooms. He knocked at the door, and a warm, melodic voice asked them to enter. The owner of the angelic voice was a big sylveon lazily lolling on a large lounger in the middle of countless pillows. He wore an oversized shirt and sweatpants, and looked really relaxed. The room was filled with warm, wooden furniture and radiated a soothing, calming aura. "Hey, Cyril." "Hello James, hello Max. What brings you here? Wait don't tell me.", the sylveon grinned naughtily, "Did you finally decide to do it?" The mienfoo nodded coyly. "Wonderful!", he lauded him, "And don't worry, I'll make sure that this will be the best thing to ever happen to you." "Alright, I'm gonna let you two alone now. Have fun, you in particular, Max.", the cafe's owner encouragingly patted the mienfoo on the back and left.

Max stood there for an awkward minute, rubbing his wrists and breathing heavily. His heart was pounding and it felt like it wanted to jump out of his chest. This situation excited him in every way imaginable, both positively and negatively. It wasn't even his first time with Cyril, sometimes they used the time after work to relax with a quickie. In fact, the entire staff of the cafe was pretty open about casual sex to relieve stress or bond a little more outside of work. However, this time it wouldn't be a brief, lust-driven romp, but an act that culminated in something Max would carry around with him for an entire month. The thought was weird and he wondered whether it was the same with all the women who became pregnant and had to carry the consequences for even longer.

"The process won't be much different from usual sex. It just includes a strategically placed condom, that's all.", Cyril broke the tense silence, "But I get your reluctance. It's quite a decision, isn't it? Don't worry, everyone who's done this had their first time just like you." He made a welcoming gesture and urged the mienfoo to come closer. Max stumbled over into the sylveon's embrace and the big male tenderly picked him up and put him into his lap. His large paw casually stroked Max's cream fur and caressed his head. Resting in Cyril's embrace and receiving his gentle affection soothed his troubled mind and he relaxed. The mienfoo looked up into his deep blue eyes and was completely content, there were few people like Cyril who had such a strong, calming effect on him. The sylveon took his sweet time brushing and stroking away all of his worries, and with it his clothes too. In the most casual way Cyril took off Max's shirt, unbuckled his belt and removed his shorts. While he gave the mienfoo's slender torso some even more affectionate pats, he also took off his own shirt, baring his broad chest and trained pecs.

Now he carefully lifted Max up and gave his covered crotch a playful sniff, lustily rubbed his swelling bulge and finally tugged down his white briefs, exposing the mienfoo's hardening, throbbing erection. Max squeaked in delight, the unending, loving care had softened him up and cleared his mind, made him much more receptive to the sylveon's lewd advances. The little male huffed hotly and gave his partner a really, really lustful look. Cyril stopped stroking and caressing him, he wanted to show the mienfoo something very special. Something he knew he loved.

The sylveon stood up, his hulking frame towering over the little male, it would've looked really intimidating if he hadn't known Cyril. He gave Max a saucy grin and removed his own sweatpants with relishing slowness. The mienfoo shivered with horny anticipation, sweating and licking his lips from the sight of Cyril's noticeable bulge alone. As his pants dropped, his humongous manhood was revealed. Even after seeing it for the nth time, the sylveon's big dick and ridiculously oversized testes hadn't lost any of their sexy charm. The sheer size of his nuts was the main reason why Cyril worked at this cafe. He had a rare genetic disease that only affected sylveons, which gifted him with balls large enough to hang down to his knees, which turned his cum into a slightly sweet, incredibly delicious liquid, which sadly made him infertile as a consequence. The sugary taste and its thick, viscous consistency made it an ideal substitute for everything that required sugar, be it coffee, frosting, as an ingredient in pastries and cake, or as the main ingredient in "Fairy's Brew".

Cyril discarded his sweatpants and sat back down on his lounger, spread his legs apart and gave Max a wonderful view of his assets. "Come and join me if you like.", he encouraged him with a wink. The mienfoo stumbled over to him, lust glowing in his eyes, dropped to his knees and grabbed his massive shaft with both paws. It felt wonderfully warm between his palms, throbbing and pulsing vigorously. He eagerly stroked it, rubbed his paws from the shaft to the tip and back down again, let his palm dance over the sylveon's hooded tip. He was rewarded with a soft, content groan and the half erect shaft filled with more and more blood, engorging to grow even bigger and plumper.

Max moved his nose closer, sniffed at the glorious erection and sucked up the mixture of the sylveon's scents. He smelled a little musky, there was the distinct odor of sweat, emanating from the subtle shimmering layer of perspiration coating the dick, and the very fascinating, intoxicating and soft-sweet smell, which is typical for a sylveon. The mienfoo's muzzle watered, he had to have a taste! He closed his eyes and sensually kissed the rim of Cyril's glans, tenderly pushed out his tongue and ran it along the crease, shoved it under his foreskin. He was rewarded with a delicious taste, and his mind exploded in a firework of lust and pleasure, making him groan passionately.

He worked his way to the top, licking and caressing every single bit of his partner's glans until he finally reached the opening atop the big cock. Max firmly pressed his lips on Cyril's urethra and began to suck with determined force, drawing out a bead of salty precum. His paws wandered further down the sylveon's large manhood, brushed over the thick root and ventured to explore another part of the buff male. His testicles were excessively large, each of the heavy orbs bigger than the mienfoo's head. He knew he didn't have to be careful with these giants, he kneaded and rubbed them with vigorous relish, and the sylveon reacted with a deep, guttural groan of pleasure. His rising arousal also manifested in a rapidly increasing production of pre, Max had to actively drink and swallow his salty, savory expulsion to prevent it from spilling out of his mouth.

The mienfoo briefly attempted to give his partner a little more love and he eagerly wrapped his lips around the sylveon's massive girth, but his muzzle was too small to fit around it and give him a proper blowjob.With a dissatisfied whimper, he backed away and proceeded to tend to Cyril's size with more wet licks and sloppy kisses. The larger male's pre didn't stop running, it spilled over his entire rod, gave it a shimmering, wet coating. Max lustfully pressed his chest against the large shaft, felt the sticky mess soak into his fur as he cuddled with Cyril's dick and humongous balls, and he pressed his own painfully erect dick into the crevice between the sylveon's bloated nuts.

The warmth, the smell and the enormous size of his partner were too much to handle for the aroused mienfoo. He came with a desperate groan and plastered the soft skin of Cyril's testes with his own milky ejaculation, carelessly smearing and spraying his cum onto his balls. Then he collapsed with a deep, satisfied sigh on the sweaty, gigantic sack, basking in the afterglow of his climax. His needy orgasm made the sylveon chuckle. He felt his big paws reach under his arms and gently pull him up. Cyril dropped him on his chest and tenderly stroked his fur. "How do you feel, Max?" "Absolutely wonderful.", the mienfoo slurred enraptured. The sylveon put a paw onto his butt and gave it a soft massage. "Do you feel ready to carry on?" Max nodded sluggishly.

Cyril turned Max around and dropped his butt on his chest. He placed his paws onto his butt cheeks, forcefully pulled them apart and revealed his tight, adorable pucker. He shoved his snout into the bared crack, smelled the smaller male's scent and teased him with his cold, wet nose. "~ah~ Cyril, what are you doing?" Max's question diffused into a long, lewd groan when the sylveon pushed his tongue into his asshole. He felt the muscle fervently squirm and twist inside him, coating his rectum with slippery spit while searching for a special spot inside him. His noises grew even hotter when Cyril's tongue found its target, his highly sensitive prostate, and gave it a forceful, devoted massage.

The sylveon's massive erect prick was right in front of Max. Driven by his rapidly reemerging lust, the mienfoo returned the favor and sucked on Cyril's glans while stroking the throbbing flesh with relish. They were now caught in a positive feedback loop, they riled each other up and tried to outdo each other with the intensity of their affections. The mienfoo vigorously rubbed the sylveon's dick and tongued his urethra, the sylveon had slipped a paw between their torsos and jerked off the mienfoo while ravaging his ass with a greedy tongue-fuck. In the end Cyril won their lewd fight, making Max cum once again. However, this wasn't because of his superior performance, but the simple fact that the mienfoo could easily climax several times in short succession, whereas the sylveon needed nigh endless, continuous stimulation to experience an orgasm.

Max's body trembled with the power of his orgasm and he fell limp onto the larger male's body. Cyril gently lifted him up and carried him with him while he fetched two things essential for the next step. The first one was a huge bottle of breeder's lube, a mixture of a lubricant, a powerful relaxing agent and a nutrient blend to help the body replenish its sperm reserves. He uncapped the bottle and put it to the mienfoo's lips, giving him a sip of the cool, viscous liquid. Max drank it with cute, greedy gulps. Then he gently put him down, spread his cheeks with one paw and poured more of the lube on his moist, slightly gaping anus. "Ah, it's cold!", the mienfoo complained a little, but his discomfort quickly faded once the sylveon started to passionately work the liquid into his ass. He pushed his fingers beyond Max's sphincter and dispersed the lube with a few precise motions, taking care to make the small male's rectum as slippery as possible for the impending stretching.

Cyril finally stopped fingering him and let him rest, allowing the lube to unfold its effects. The mienfoo was panting quickly and his heart was beating rapidly, the excitement was getting to him. Meanwhile, the sylveon grabbed the bottle of lube and swiftly downed it. Then he took the other item, a massive condom, and unwrapped it on his huge tool. The rubber was exceptionally dense and thick, the main purpose of this preservative wasn't to be comfortable, but to safely store a large amount of cum for a long time. With all necessary preparations out of the way, he finally picked up Max and cradled him in his arms. "Are you ready for your filling?", he asked warmly. The mienfoo hesitated for a moment, things were getting serious. He warily eyed the massive cock, swallowed nervously and nodded. "Go ahead, but be gentle, okay?" The sylveon smiled and gave him a long, sensual kiss, pushed his tongue into his muzzle and invited his to a wet, lewd dance. After he broke the kiss, he purred softly: "I will be as gentle as you like. And if it takes an hour for me to cum, it still will be worth it."

Cyril carefully aligned his tip with Max's timidly quivering pucker. The mienfoo gasped nervously and anticipated the imminent penetration with bated breath. He felt the pressure rise as the sylveon proceeded to push, his sphincter rejected the initial advances and it took some serious effort to convince it to take such a large cock. Finally, with a lewd pop, the glans breached the mienfoo's tight ring and slipped into his rectum. He had only taken the tip and felt full already. This was actually the first time he took Cyril, all their previous sessions had been the other way round. "Feeling good?", the sylveon asked him and Max nodded quickly.

The mienfoo groaned with shy pleasure as Cyril pushed on further, inserting the girthy bulk of his prick and stretching his partner's asshole further than ever before. The lube worked wonders and allowed Max to take the dick with little repercussion, leaving him with the odd sensation of a warm, throbbing meat filling his rectum and pressing down hard on his pleasure organ. The sylveon carefully watched every of Max's reactions, trying not to accidentally overwhelm the little male. Max grimaced just a little from the strange pleasure, but soon became accustomed to it and faded into happy bliss. Cyril took this as the sign to slowly progress. He tenderly moved his hips and shallowly humped the mienfoo's ass with just about one third of his swollen girth.

Max's reluctance quickly turned into lustful groans and he eagerly accepted Cyril's advances, ready to take even more. With each thrust, the sylveon's member bumped into the barrier between Max's colon and rectum. He slowly increased the intensity of his thrusts and waited for the right moment to push beyond it. It came when the tip suddenly overcame the last remaining barrier and the little male acknowledged the feat with a lusty groan. The sylveon grabbed his partner by the torso and very slowly pushed his dick further in, trying to explore his ass as far as possible.

A gentle bump appeared on the mienfoo's abdomen, formed by the sylveon's member venturing deeper into his warm, tight orifice. Max stopped moaning and held his breath, watching the bump swell larger and advance further as Cyril shoved his meat inside. "It's so big.", he stammered with trembling voice, put his paws on the swollen bulge and rubbed against it. Finally the larger male was as deep inside him as possible, the tip of his huge cock kissing his rib cage. The mienfoo's anal passage was completely straightened by his partner, ready to take the pleasure to a whole new level.

Cyril's thrusts were slow, gentle and very shallow. His rod barely moved an inch, but the intensity of the sensation made Max succumb to his lusty pleasure. He felt every motion of his partner's dick, regardless of how small they were, he even got stimulated by the sylveon's heartbeat which made his meat rhythmically pulsate deep within his belly. Then there was his prostate, squished and constantly squeezed by the massive girth, sending ripples of pleasure through the little male, making him groan louder and louder. Cyril snickers with a raunchy grin when the mienfoo comes briefly after he began thrusting.

The following fifteen minutes felt like eternity to them, filled with the same motion repeated forever. There was little development in force or speed, Cyril stayed at the same slow, tender pace throughout the entire act. Max could only take so much, but he relished what he got with exuberant moans of endless pleasure. His partner's enjoyment and his still incredibly tight and warm ass were enough for the larger male, he didn't even feel the urge to go faster. The mienfoo rewarded the sylveon's lewd efforts with two more orgasms, squirting his seed over his own belly and torso while groaning hotly.

Finally, Cyril neared his own climax. His thrusts became just a little stronger, enough to elicit a barrage of lusty squeaks and groans from his little partner. The sylveon grunted and pushed his rod into Max one last time before unleashing his load. Their gazes met and they looked at each other, wordlessly sharing their intense pleasure. The mienfoo received the filling with a sigh that rapidly grew into a guttural, deeply lustful groan. The condom inside him filled with Cyril's seed, made a distinct splashing noise every time a new voluminous wad of cum emerged from his convulsing member. With his taut belly stretched around the sylveon's huge member, he could watch him fill his guts, watch his tummy grow heavier and bulge with all the warm semen.

The flood of sylveon semen didn't let up and he just kept pumping out more and more, relentlessly filling Max's belly with his jizz. The mienfoo groaned with every new surge and felt the jerky motions from the filling tip of the condom squeezing through his bowels. The rubber effortlessly withstood the ordeal and finally settled inside him, inflating to its final size. Eventually, the sylveon's nuts ran dry and the spurts became smaller and smaller until they subsided to a meager trickle.

Cyril gave Max a nod and prepared to pull out. "Brace yourself, this may sting a little." He started tugging and pulling, forcefully removing his cock while the filled condom stayed trapped inside the mienfoo. The little male howled with discomfort from the suddenly very rough treatment. His swollen belly and his well-fucked ass were highly sensitive, even a subtle motion would've sparked a shiver and a groan, but this was just too much. "It's over soon.", the sylveon calmed him and gave it a final, hearty tug. The condom made an audible snap when it disengaged from Cyril's cock and automatically sealed itself shut. The buff male had to actively stop himself to avoid pulling out too quickly and falling over.

Max groaned and his vision blurred while his mind struggled with the overstimulation. He barely noticed what happened next, he was simply too absorbed by the discomfort to care about anything else. When he eventually pulled himself together, he realized that Cyril had put him on the lounger. The large male worriedly smiled at him. "Are you okay?" The mienfoo nodded nervously: "No one told me it would hurt." "It usually doesn't, but you were so tight, I barely even managed to pull out at all. I'll take more care next time. Should I give it a kiss, would that make it better?", the sylveon smirked. Max chuckled: "No, that's silly! Wait, next time?" "Sorry, force of habit.", Cyril responded, "Now, are you ready for the last part?" The mienfoo nodded coyly. "Do you want me to take care of it or should James do it?" "No, you do it." "Okay."

A final step was necessary to initiate the fermentation process. The sylveon got a rubber tube with a valve on one end and a transparent rubber vial on the other end. It contained a slightly brown, viscous liquid, a mixture of certain types of yeast and sterilizing agents. Cyril lovingly stroked Max's belly while he inserted the tube into his loose, gaping asshole, shoving it up until it hit the sealed opening of the condom inside him. The seal was actually another valve that fit onto the valve at the tip of the tube. It took the sylveon a few attempts to successfully connect the valves with each other, eventually they locked with a subtle click. He gave the vial a squeeze and added a squirt of the fermentation starter to the cum stewing inside the mienfoo. Another swift motion of his paw and the valves disengaged. He pulled the device out and wiped it off. "There you go, that's all."

Cyril took a seat and tenderly took the bloated mienfoo on his lap. "Thank you for being so gentle.", Max whispered and snuggled against the sylveon's body. They spent another hour or so just cuddling and relaxing, Cyril incessantly stroked and caressed him as he tried to get more comfortable with his inflated belly. The initial sensation of intense pressure faded as his mind adapted to the new situation, the inflation actually felt really nice and strangely arousing. Max put his paws on his bulging, gently swaying and quietly sloshing cum belly and felt the stretched skin and fur. He looked as if he was heavily pregnant, even his usually fur-covered bellybutton was visible because it had given in to the immense pressure and plopped out.

His heavy, swollen midriff turned simple actions like standing up and walking around into incredibly difficult tasks. Thankfully, Cyril lent him a paw and helped him regain control over his own motor abilities, walking a few times around the room until Max finally managed to walk all by himself again. "I'm proud of you. It takes courage to do this.", the sylveon told him. The mienfoo nodded and smiled contentedly: "It still feels weird, but I like it. Now, do I get a new uniform? I mean, the old one definitely doesn't fit me anymore." "That can wait until tomorrow, but you're correct. You will get a new uniform, your bellyfermenter uniform.", Cyril explained. Max have him a curious look: "Tomorrow? Don't I still have to work?" "No, getting filled is your only duty today. You're free to go now.", the sylveon told him, "Do you want me to accompany you?" Max pats his gurgling belly and shakes his head. "No, I think I can handle it."

The mienfoo put his clothes back on. The only thing he couldn't wear as usual was his shirt, the lowest buttons had to stay open because his belly pushed out and proudly showed off his inflation. "Remember: Should you ever have any questions or encounter any problems, don't hesitate to call me or James. We are responsible for your well-being.", Cyril said. Max gave him another nod and a warm smile. "Thanks, I'll remember that." He walked to the large sylveon and gave him a hug, wishing him goodbye before leaving the room and heading to the cafe's exit. On the way there he came across his boss James. The luxray waved at him and lauded him for his willingness to assist the cafe in this rather unique, lewd manner. "How does it feel?" "Strange and weirdly wobbly, but I like it.", Max replied. James patted him on his shoulder and purred: "I'm glad to hear that. Now, you get the rest of the day off. See you tomorrow, Max." "See you, boss."

Max took the usual way home. He walked to the nearest subway station, rode the subway for three stops, and went to his apartment in the city center. A few times he felt the curious gaze of onlookers, saw them staring at his conspicuous bulge, but it happened less often than expected. He also noticed that it took him significantly longer to make his usual paths, and by the time he arrived at the door of his apartment, he was completely out of breath and sweating profusely. He rang the doorbell and his roommate Raul opened. The zorua welcomed him with a happy smile and a big hug, only then did he notice that there was something different about his friend. He looked at the bulging belly and gasped excitedly. "So you finally decided to do it?" "Yes." "And, how does it feel?" "I'm still in the process of getting used to it. Now, would you please let me in? I need to sit down real bad." "Oh, sure, sorry." Raul stepped aside and watched Max enter. He grinned raunchily when he saw his belly wobbling and heard it sloshing. The next weeks would be really interesting for both of them.