Max woke up feeling really sore. The mienfoo's body felt strange, his belly was all warm, strangely wobbly and he felt like he had eaten way too much. He groaned and opened his eyes just a bit, realizing the reason for the strange feeling. He gasped in shock when he saw that his belly didn't only feel like he had eaten too much, it also looked like it. Initially, he thought he had completely overdone it with the dinner yesterday, then he briefly panicked believing that he had gotten pregnant somehow, but finally, he remembered the real reason why his midriff was all swollen and distended.

A day earlier, the mienfoo had finally accepted his boss's offer to help him brew the so-called Fairy's Brew. It was basically just sweet sylveon cum with a little yeast fermenting in the warmth of either a heated basement or the belly of a person. Inside Max rested a condom full of the sperm of Cyril, a sylveon with whom he worked at his job in the Fairy's Delight cafe. Now that he remembered this, he quickly calmed down from his initial shock and relaxed as best he could with his overstuffed belly. Just four more weeks and it was ready. Then he would also receive financial compensation for the effort, the main reason why he did such a strange thing in the first place.

He heard something rustling next to him. His excitement had woken up Raul, his roommate. The zorua blinked and sleepily asked him, "Morning, Max. What's wrong?" 

"Um, nothing. I just forgot that I've got a literal belly full of cum, that's all." 

The zorua giggled and gently mocked him, "Do you think you already qualify for the seats on the subway that are usually reserved for pregnant women?" 

"Oh, shut up."

Max continued with his normal daily routine, and he quickly realized how much of a handicap his inflated belly really was. Getting out of bed, getting dressed, making breakfast, packing things for university, and even brushing his teeth, all of this required significantly more effort than ever. Once he and Raul finally left their apartment, he was sweating and his belly was aching. He only hoped that he would get used to his new weight before the four weeks were over. Fortunately, despite his clothing being completely inadequate to cover up his noisily sloshing bulge, only very few other people cared about it. Most strangers just ignored him and treated him like a pregnant woman, he was even offered a seat in the subway, much to Raul's amusement. When they entered university and attended the first course of the day, they met some of their friends. Of course, they were curious about Max's condition, but they took it surprisingly well and didn't use it as an excuse to make fun of him.

Time went by and thankfully nothing really changed about Max's life, he just continued going to university and working at the Fairy's Delight. Somehow his life even improved a little bit, because his boss James and his coworkers at the cafe treated him with more respect and care. After a week of study and work, the mienfoo finally got used to his bulging belly, and the subtle attention it tended to generate. However, he also noticed that the bulge was steadily growing bigger. The first time he had dismissed it as a lust-born hallucination, the second time he panicked a little and called his boss. Now he knew that the added volume was just fermentation gases, mainly non-toxic carbon dioxide generated by the fermentation process taking place inside him. Luckily the growth was slow enough to be manageable. However, he was at some point also told that it would be wise to stir the load inside him once in a while. There were numerous ways to do this, some of them rather acrobatic, others more sensible, and others just plain lewd. He usually went for the lewd way.

Just like the evenings before, he and Raul were lying on their bed and studying. The sun had already set, and they used the last hours of the day to revise what they had learned that day. Two weeks had passed since the mienfoo had received his filling and he looked like he was pregnant with twins. He was lying on his back, it was just more comfortable in his situation, and Raul was lying on his belly, reading out loud some questions from their textbook. Just like always, they played a little game to challenge each other. They would answer a couple of questions and the one who got the most right would get to fuck the other. However, after many games, the game itself had eventually devolved into a simple learning pause, and neither of them was particularly upset about losing.

After Raul had made his friend answer a dozen questions, he handed him the textbook and Max continued where he had stopped. After skimming over the next section, the mienfoo had to suppress a laugh, "What the hell? The next ones are all simple yes-or-no questions. Did you do this on purpose, you sneaky trickster?" 

The zorua gave him a toothy grin and his tail began to wag wildly, "Truth be told, no. But let's look if it's really simpler. Some of the yes-or-no questions are really tricky." 

It didn't take them very long to complete the next dozen, and it turned out that these questions really were significantly easier than the previous ones, allowing Raul to win in a landslide.

"Your ass is mine," he growled raunchily, rolled over to his nightstand, and pulled out a bottle of lube. Max nodded with a groan, clumsily threw aside the textbook, and got on all fours, presenting himself to his friend. 

The zorua returned and just sat there for a moment, enjoying the view. "I still can't get over how big you've gotten," he murmured. 

The mienfoo urged him, "Come on, stop talking and give it to me already! And do be rough with me, the load in my belly needs to get stirred properly." 

"I really like how horny this filling has made you."

Before taking up his friend's offer, the zorua made sure to properly prepare him first. He popped open the lube, used plenty of it, and let it run over his furred paws and over Max's ass. The mienfoo received the subsequent, firm massage with a lustful groan. Only when all of his pucker glistened with a slippery coat of lubricant, Raul carried on. He rubbed his paws and pressed his erect member against his friend's entrance. "Tell me again, how hard do you want me to fuck you?" he purred lasciviously. 

Max bit on his lower lip and huffed, "Give me everything you got!"

Raul grabbed Max's hips and slowly shoved his cock into his eager, willing ass. He wanted to get a little taste before he finally went wild on him. In his excitement, the mienfoo began to vigorously wag his slender tail. He whined with disappointment when his friend simply grabbed it and stopped it with force. "I don't need your paintbrush to smack me while I'm railing you," the zorua grunted and went to work. His subsequent thrusts were fierce, and he really didn't hold back. The mienfoo clutched the pillow and buried his face, muffling his noisy groans.

The feeling of his friend hammering his ass, pounding his pleasure bud, and making his entire body shake was amazing, but all the noises of sex filling the room made Max completely lose himself. The lewd noise of Raul shafting his cock in him over and over again, the subtle slapping of his sack hitting his taint, his cute yet feral growls, and the absolute cacophony of wet sloshing and gurgling created by Max's cum-stuffed belly all made the sex so much better. The mienfoo rolled his eyes, he slipped into a dimension of pure pleasure. Not only did his bloated belly slosh and wobble like crazy, but it also made him much more receptive to every bit of stimulation. The zorua knew this, and he dropped onto his friend's back, reached around his waist, firmly stroked his warm, inflated midriff, and caressed his silky cream fur, eliciting moans of unparalleled lust from his horny partner.

Raul had a surprising amount of stamina, he continued to wreck Max for almost five minutes before he finally gave in to his rampant arousal and came hard. The mienfoo joined his friend's groans of exuberant pleasure as he came too. He felt his warm cum fill up his rear and squirted his own semen over the mattress. Spent from the vigorous romp, the zorua finally collapsed on his partner, who wasn't able to hold himself on all fours and just flopped over. "I think that will do," Max whispered breathlessly. Even though he had been in the receiving role, he was sweaty and spent from all the arousal. "Raul, are you still with me?" 

There came no reply, just a soft snore. The zorua had fallen asleep while still stuck inside the mienfoo.

He smiled gently and closed his eyes. Another day over, just two more weeks of this, and the mixture inside him would be ready for release.

More time passed and the day of release was approaching. Max's bulge just didn't stop growing, and he was eventually forced to change something about his attire, now even his pants didn't fit him anymore. During the last week, he wore nothing but sweatpants and a tank top, and his swollen belly was so big that it attracted noticeable attention from everyone, friends and strangers alike. It probably didn't really help that the pressure inside his belly constantly stimulated him and he was always erect, his erection usually visibly and blatantly tenting his pants. At first, it embarrassed him, he felt trashy and slutty, but with the help of all his supportive friends, he quickly learned to accept it.

Most strangers just warily ogled his bloated belly and then noticed his raging erection. Max didn't know what they thought about him, but he learned not to care. Some were curious enough to ask him about it. Usually, they suspected him to be a male herm who was heavily pregnant with quadruplets. As soon as he explained what he was really hiding in his swollen bulge, they were usually fascinated, in some eyes he saw the glint of jealousy, saw them gain a new kink or discover one they never knew they had, and some bluntly asked if they could feel it, pet it, stroke it, caress it.

At the same time, the constant arousal made Max extremely needy, to a point where he began to cross his usual boundaries. It began rather subtly. The heat took hold of him in the middle of a lecture, and he managed to get Raul to finger him. The pleasure and excitement generated by doing it in a room filled with over a hundred people, doing it while the professor was giving her lecture, doing it in an essentially public space, awakened a strange desire in him, the mienfoo got an extra kick out of it.

Naturally, it wouldn't remain a one-time incident, and he needed more. After the lecture, Max went to the restroom with Raul, and the zorua banged him in one of the stalls. The next day it happened again, and finally, his other friends got wind of it. From then on, he always got it on with at least two other guys who railed him behind the bushes, in the restroom, or in one of the university's storage rooms. One day before his planned release, a day on the weekend, they even met at his and Raul's place. The zorua played the host and Max played the fuck-meat, eagerly taking anyone who wanted to fuck him and getting gang-banged by his friends. The deal with his boss, his fermenting cum belly, had turned the already sex-positive mienfoo into a proper slut.

Finally, the day of release had come. Max went together with Raul to the "Fairy's Delight", sharing a seat in the subway. The line actually went in a circle and they did two entire rounds with it, just to spend some more time together before the mienfoo would lose his gargantuan belly. He was trembling with excitement, he wasn't just sitting on his friend's lap, he was sitting on his cock the whole time. He felt the zorua's meat throb inside him, squirting his pre into him. He tried to imagine that they were sneaky, but everyone who looked at them for longer than a second could see what they were doing, there were just too many telltale signs, his heavy breathing, their soft but barely suppressed groaning, the expressions of pure enjoyment on their faces, the subtle wet noises of the gentle penetration, and the wet splotch on his bulging pants from which a certain milky liquid oozed.

Raul gave him a kiss on the cheek, nibbled at his ear, and whispered, "We're almost there, sweetie." Then he busted a nut deep inside his ass, filled him with more of his wet love, and slowly got up. With his arm wrapped around Max's waist, lustfully stroking the fur and skin of his huge, bulging belly, they left the subway and headed for the Fairy's Delight. His friend let him go in front of the cafe's entrance and gave him a last parting kiss. The zorua mischievously slipped his paw into the mienfoo's sweatpants and gave his dick a single, firm stroke, making him cum on the spot with a lusty, needy whine. "See you later, Max. Have fun!" he waved at him with his cum-soaked paw and lustfully licked off the mess as he left. The mienfoo was breathing heavily and he needed a moment to calm down and pull himself together.

He entered the cafe and was welcomed by James. "Ready for the release?" His luxray boss wrapped an arm around Max's shoulders and led him to the same backroom he had been filled in. Cyril was there, sitting on his lounger, and welcomed them with a warm smile. 

After James had left, they looked at each other just like the first time. The sylveon noticed his thoroughly drenched sweatpants and chuckled softly, "I see the ordeal has left a mark not only on your body but also on your mind. You're probably quite happy to get rid of it, I suppose?" 

The mienfoo lovingly stroked his bulging belly and shook his head. "The last four weeks were the strangest in my entire life, but I loved every second of it. Honestly, I'm a little sad that I have to let it go," he admitted. 

The large male gave him a warm smile and nodded understandingly, "You either love it or hate it, but this experience has changed everyone so far."

The sylveon finally stood up and got a few items, among them a valve, a rubber tube, and a tap. He casually stuck them together and told Max to undress and climb onto his lounger. The mienfoo laid back and presented his butt. "I see you had fun not too long ago. Allow me to take a moment and wipe off the cum," he stated bluntly and cleaned the stains his friend had left on him. Next, Cyril coated the prepared rubber tube with lube, and gently inserted it into Max's ass, connecting it to the valve at the base of the special condom that contained all the cum inside him. "There we go, turn the tap and you'll get some Fairy's Brew fresh from the belly," he assessed and gave the mienfoo's derriere a gentle slap.

Then he lifted him on his lap. "This may be a bit too sudden, but the Fairy's Delight offers a special event whenever a new batch of Fairy's Brew is ready. The first five glasses of it are drawn by lot among the bidders. However, the event is public and you, your belly and your ass would be the center of attention," he explained. "I can fully understand if you decide against it." 

The mienfoo's eyes sparkled and the idea of doing the release in public fascinated him. This would be different from his usual, somewhat hidden and sneaky exhibitionism, it would allow him to deliberately and brazenly present himself naked, aroused, and lewd in public. He nodded vigorously and inquired, "How does this event work?" 

The sylveon was slightly surprised by his sudden enthusiasm. "It's pretty straightforward. I put you on a table and the five people who won the drawing get to sit around you. Before any of them gets their fill, they first need to kiss your ass. Maybe the customers also give you a little more affection than that. Afterward, I'll insert the tap and fill the first glasses. Once the winners have gotten their reward, I will help you drain the rest of the load inside you. Of course, everything takes place in front of spectators. Does that sound good to you?"

The mienfoo nodded eagerly, "I can hardly wait." 

The sylveon removed the tap again. "Wonderful. We'll put up some posters, the event will be in the evening. You think you can endure a few more hours of work before?"

"Sure thing."

Max could barely concentrate on his normal work, his huge belly was as distracting as ever and the excitement about the promised event in the evening gripped him. He wasn't just going to satisfy his newfound exhibitionism fetish, he would celebrate it and he would be the center of everyone's attention! James and his coworkers fully understood his situation and were lenient with him. The final hours passed and the sun set. Just before the drawing began, he was called into the backroom where he waited to make his great entrance together with Cyril. "Nervous?" 

"Yes!" The mienfoo's heart was beating like crazy, his excitement had gotten really bad and he had a little stage fright. The sylveon tenderly picked him up and cuddled with him, relieving a little of his nigh unbearable excitement.

Finally, the moment arrived, they got up, Cyril took Max by the paw and they left the room. "Just have fun," the sylveon whispered just before they entered the main room of the cafe. 

The door opened and the mienfoo swallowed nervously, it was really, really full, and more people had gathered than there were seats available. As soon as the crowd spotted them they began to cheer. Max was so overwhelmed that he almost tripped over his own feet, but Cyril held him steady and guided him to a large table, basically just two ordinary ones pushed together. Exactly five people sat there, grinning and smiling, those must be the winners of the drawing, he thought. The sylveon grabbed him under his arms and butt and lifted him onto the table, setting him down onto a large tablecloth.

Max was more excited than ever before, the experience was incomparable. He was completely undressed and he felt them staring at his body, not with curious and indifferent glances, but with wanton, lusting leers. His shyness quickly vanished as his arousal took over and he grew fully erect. His coy, timid expression turned into a lusty smirk, and he lolled around on the table, giving the five lucky winners a good view of his privates. The event started with an introduction by James: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Today another batch of Fairy's Brew has ripened to perfection and is ready to be released from its carrier. I think Max deserves some applause for his first participation ever." The crowd started clapping and cheering again, the mienfoo's initial stage fright disappeared completely, and he loved the attention, rewarding everyone by stretching and rolling around, showing off his heavily inflated body.

"As is custom, five people were drawn from a group to get a first taste of this new batch. But before that, they need to give the carrier a special thank you: a kiss on the ass," the luxray announced. The first of the five people sitting around Max, a young fennekin male, stood up and gingerly reached for his legs. The mienfoo bit his lower lip and waited with bated breath for his next move. He gently spread his legs apart, leaned over the table, and buried his face in his butt. Max rejoiced with a lustful sigh. He gave him a really wet kiss, lustfully smooching his pucker and licking across the rim. He even moved up a little and gave his perineum a swift peck before he retreated and allowed the next of the five to express a wordless thank you.

The next one was a chubby audino. He wasn't as eager as the fennekin and left it at a brief kiss. Then a lopunny got closer and he gave Max even more attention than the fennekin. He began with a long, lavish lick over his shaft, caressed his balls before he briefly tongued his ass, and finally departed with a fleeting kiss. The mienfoo's member was achingly erect, the physical stimulation itself was barely noticeable, but the mental stimulation from being watched by dozens of onlookers the entire time was unspeakably intense, he felt more alive than ever in his life. His groans grew a little noisier when the next winner caressed his genitals and asshole, and the last one barely even touched him when he suddenly came with a desperate, wonderful orgasm. Max just closed his eyes and let it happen, his dick throbbed and ejected his sperm all over the table and even accidentally hit the fennekin.

"Wonderful! Now, Cyril, if you could help our five lucky winners to a glass of Fairy's Brew?" James announced. 

The sylveon nodded and walked up to Max. He expertly inserted the rubber tube, just as he did the first time a few hours ago, and told the first of the five to hand him their glass. He turned the tap and the sheer pressure inside the mienfoo's belly quickly pushed out the white, slightly viscous Fairy's Brew. Cyril kept going and filled four more glasses with the curious beverage. 

The winners of the drawing took a sip each and nodded appreciatively. The fennekin even voiced his praise, "Sweet, flavorful, a little tangy and slightly musky, this tastes wonderful. Good job, you two."

The sylveon pulled out a larger barrel from beneath the table and connected the tap to it. He then gently opened it and the liquid began to rush out with a wet, gurgling noise. Cyril grabbed Max's head, the mienfoo was still completely enthralled by his heavenly orgasm and giggled stupidly. "I'm going to give your belly a gentle push to get everything out of you. That can feel a little uncomfortable at times. Please tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable so I can slow down," he whispered while tenderly stroking his head. 

The mienfoo nodded and made a noise of incomprehensible lust. He had learned to love carrying around such a big belly, now he learned how it felt to finally get rid of it. They all watched him while Cyril gently compressed his bulge and forced all the fermented cum out of him. 

After five minutes of work and an additional belly massage, the last drop escaped the mienfoo's body and he was done. However, just as the sylveon picked him up to carry him out of the room, he experienced another orgasm, came over his now completely deflated midriff with lusty squeaks and horny huffs, stirring more excitement and amusement among the audience. While he left the room with Cyril, Max also caught a glimpse of a very familiar face. He looked at Raul in surprise and his lips formed his name. The zorua noticed that he had been spotted and gingerly waved at him. The certainty that his best friend had also seen all of this filled him with even greater joy.

"How was that?" Cyril asked him as he put him down. 

The mienfoo beamed with joy and satisfaction. "This was absolutely amazing!" 

The sylveon briefly took care of the technical aspects. It was rather difficult to finally remove the condom that had been inside Max for so long, but he pulled it out with patience and expertise. Then he swiftly cleaned him up and gave him some clean clothes. Just before they were done, James rushed into the room with a beaming smile on his lips. 

"Great work, Max! You really earned this," his luxray boss announced and handed the mienfoo an envelope with cash. 

He took it, looked inside, and was surprised to discover, "It's more than you promised me." 

"Oh, don't say this, or I might feel compelled to take back your bonus," the luxray snickered. "Jokes aside, the bonus is just the tips from the event. The people were extremely pleased with your performance and gave plenty."

Max left with a glad smile on his face and an envelope full of money in his paws. This evening had been a success in more ways than one; it had made him richer financially and sexually. The mienfoo also knew that it was only a matter of time before he would ask his boss if he could help with the next batch of Fairy's Brew. When he entered the cafe, some people still recognized him and greeted him with warm smiles and cheers, and right next to the entrance sat a person who greeted him with a particularly exuberant welcome. Raul slipped from his chair and rushed towards Max with open arms. The zorua gave him a loving kiss and said, "This was really something else, wasn't it?" 

The mienfoo nodded. Arm in arm they left the Fairy's Delight and stepped into the city night, illuminated by street lanterns and the shine of distant advertisement billboards.

"Do you think you'll do it again someday?" 

Max waved his envelope with a grin and nodded, "Absolutely!"