Bernard's Summer Job

By Silver Sheep

Bernard couldn't believe he had signed up for this gig. He needed that rent money though, and he didn't have a trust fund to fall back on. A trust fund that some of the more well off students used to party with. He had to pay his way through college the old fashioned way. Through grit and hard work. This was definitely the hard work part.

The fox looked at himself in the mirror. He looked absolutely ridiculous, dressed up in a sheep mascot costume. It was one of those rubber inflatable models that would inflate around his body. It had at least two layers. The first one was the internal bodysuit that conformed to his sleek vulpine figure, clinging tightly to his body. The second was the outer layer, it was comprised of many different compartments that when inflated with air would look like puffy white wool.

His arms and legs were in black coloured sleeves with integrated gloves and sock-like foot paw coverings. Currently, the costume was deflated. It hung off Bernard's frame loosely. It didn't feel loose to the fox; the internal layer was quite snug. He turned around and took a look at the oversized sheep tail that contained his bushy fox tail. He swished it back and forth. He didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Over the top of his head was the black painted face of the sheep costume it was worn much like a hoodie only that the top of the sheep's muzzle came out to just past the tip of his pointed vulpine muzzle. It limited his vision looking up, but the rest of his face was exposed. He didn't know whether he liked this or would have preferred his face covered, at least to save his dignity.

His boss was a ram named Gary. Bernard had been asked to report outside the front of the roadside business when he had fitted himself inside the mascot costume. Bernard began to walk outside, he would have to get over it. He had a job to do. It was sunny but not too warm. He walked over to the grassy area outside the front of the business. Gary had white and black splotches covering his face and white wool over his body. He had small spiralling horns at either side of his head. He gave the fox a smirk.

"Okay, let me just get your costume inflated for you," said the ram.

Bernard was expecting a hand pump or one of those electric air pumps, but instead, the ram took out his smartphone and started tapping with his hoof-like hands at unseen menus. There was a sudden intake of air and the body of the sheep mascot inflated. The bodysuit expanded around Bernard's form. Soon the entry zipper was hidden under the expanding white puffs that were meant to be the wool of the outfit. His gloves also swelled, pushing his fingers out somewhat, making it harder to make a fist or grip objects.

Under Bernard, his foot paws were pushed up off the ground as a pair of inflatable hooves began to take shape. It soon felt like he was walking on a cushion. His foot paws were in a tippy toe position inside the inflatable footwear. It only took a few moments for the fox to regain his confidence in balancing and a few more to take a few experimental steps. Even the head of the costume inflated a little pushing around the side of his face somewhat. It pressed snuggly in place, reminding him of his predicament.

"Now, I want you to stand in front of my store here in the driveway. If you see someone walk past I want you to give them a proper show. One that only a fox could do," said Gary.

Bernard felt it was prudent to ask how long his shift was, so that's just what he did. Gary answered that he was on call for free hours and that there would be consequences if he moved from his position before the end of his shift.

The ram walked back towards the store. Piled high on the many displays were various wool craft products from balls of yarn to knitted jumpers to even plush toys of Merino sheep. It was a very touristy type deal. Mainly knick-knacks and the like.

Bernard turned his attention to the road. It was empty so far, so we just stood there trying to conserve his energy. It had been about five minutes before the first potential customer walked down the track. The fox leapt into action, waving both his arms in the air trying to entice what appeared to be a coyote over to the stand. He was ignored and somewhat relieved that he hadn't gotten a snigger, a least for now.

As time passed, Bernard began to feel strange. The tight rubber of the inner suit contrasted with the rotund outer appearance. This, coupled with how the smooth inner lining hugged his whole body was having a direct effect on his libido. He tried not to think about it, but just some two minutes later he was sure he was now sporting a lipstick inside of the sheep suit.

The fox tried not to panic; surely, no one would notice his sudden excitement. It didn't help that the interior of the suit was tantalisingly smooth. His semi-hard on was met by the velvet-like lining. It was brushing back and forth slightly with his movements. Bernard was starting to get anxious that his manhood would be spotted. He discreetly reached down to adjust himself. His gloved hand paw brushed against the air-filled outer shell of the suit.

He cautiously looked down to see if his sudden arousal was noticeable. Thankfully the suit was opaque. It was somewhat dropped crotch to as well with the actual crotch of the costume being lower than where his real manhood was. All he could see was the puffy inflated tufts of white rubber giving the facsimile of wool. He let out a sigh knowing that he was safe for now. Still, his touch had been entirely defeated by the puffy wool.

His relief was short-lived as he continued to grow more and more aroused as the minutes passed. He couldn't help but think about how the suit nullified his touch and what would happen if he really wanted to touch himself. Not even the arrival of another customer, this time a lady hippo was enough to put a dampener on the fire that had overtaken his loins. He jumped around and waved his arms in the air the hippo let out a slight chuckle and walked towards the stand. After she had walked past, Bernard looked down to check on his crotch again.

Despite having a full erection, it was completely hidden under the puffy, baggy inflated wool surrounding his body. It was beginning to grow very awkward for the fox. Wearing this strange costume was turning him on. It was almost as if he was on heat. He could feel his Red Rocket weeping inside the inner layer of the suit. He was making a slick patch where his pre-cum leaked. The rubbery material of the mascot didn't soak up any moisture, so it pooled around his excited prick. Making the slick inner layer feel slippery in the most tantalising of ways.

Another five minutes had passed, and after another customer had entered the store, Bernard caught himself. One of his costumed hoof hands had migrated downwards. Bernard looked around making sure that his boss wasn't watching as he attempted to adjust himself again. The layers of inflated rubber muted the sensation of touch. He had to press down with a considerable amount of force to be able to feel his own hand paw grab at himself.

He looked around again and noticed that his boss was helping the latest customer with something on the top shelf. Bernard made such a snap decision. He would dash off to the change room and quickly rub one out. If Gary questioned his behaviour, he would just use the excuse that he needed to pee or something like that.

With his sexual arousal not fading, he had to do something. He packed up enough courage to leave his post. He slowly walked towards the change room where he knew he would have some privacy. He didn't make it past five meters from where he started before something went wrong. There was a further intake of air. The costume began to inflate further. It continued to grow slowly as he walked towards the change room. He was forced to slow down as the costume's foot hoofs became clumsy as they got larger.

When he was nearly halfway there, there was significantly more girth around the waist of the costume. The inflated wool was bulging out around him. His legs and arms became moderately stiff as the sleeves and legs had inflated too. By the time he reached the doors to the change room. His hand paws, trapped inside the costume were forced flat with his fingers forced wide apart, splayed open. The hoof hands of the suit were bell-shaped hooves now. It was totally useless to grasp or hold anything.

He clumsily pushed at the door handle. Thankfully, it was enough to open it. He squeezed himself inside out of view of the public. As the door closed behind him, he began to realise that he was in no position to take off the costume by himself. The zipper was long buried under the puffy white rubber of his expanded wool. Not that he had the dexterity to even grab it, let alone pull it if he could find it. His sex drive couldn't wait. In the walk over, all he could think about was playing with his Red Rocket until blast off. He pressed down with one of his inflated hand hooves.

He pressed at the lower section of the costume where he knew he is throbbing cock was trapped. There was a loud squeak as rubber brushed against rubber. He felt absolutely nothing! The vinyl or whatever it was made from cushioned the sensation of touch. He stabbed the blunt hoof into the sheep costume. Still nothing, these hoof hands were just as useless to masturbate with as they were to hold anything. He could feel the tension in the air bladders, they had some give in them but not enough. The air pressure inside the costume was just too high to force the outer layer into contact with his genitals. The inflated wool and hoof gloves kept his throbbing vulpine erection isolated as effectively as any chastity belt.

He rubbed his inflated wool belly in circles. Trying to get some blunt friction down to his needy erection or his balls. He pressed his second useless hoof atop his first, hoping that the combined efforts would yield some pleasure. He made a lot of noise, but he didn't get any action. The room that appeared much smaller than he remembered it was filled with the squeaks as he rubbed clockwise and then counterclockwise across his inflated belly.

"Fuck!" he swore aloud.

All his efforts were doing was teasing him. Getting him even more riled up. Thinking about the release of masturbation and how desperately he wanted to play with himself. He looked around briefly and realised that he was spending a while here. He would soon have to leave without having accomplished his goal. He bit his lower lip holding back a defeated whine. His knot was out as well. He could feel the tight bulbous glands inside the unreachable inner layer of the costume.

He took his useless with puffy hooves away from his bloated wool body and reluctantly went for the exit. He went outside and realised he was panting hard. He soon began crossing the yard heading towards his assigned spot. Now the sheep costume began deflating. He could feel the outer layer shrink, and he looked down, confirming the sight for himself. He looked up to see if the boss had noticed he was gone yet. He was busy with two other customers.

Perhaps this stupid costume was deflated enough for him to head back and attempt a second bout of self-pleasure. No sooner than he had walked a few steps back towards the change room, the costume began to inflate again. He rushed his pace, trying to outrun its growth. It didn't work at all. The inflation of the outfit seemed to be tied to how far away he was from his assigned position. He licked his chops as his lips have gone dry from all his panting. He tested the theory walking back and forth in a line. The costume inflated the further he walked away from the spot he was told to stand. It deflated when he stepped closer.

Bernard walked back towards where he was meant to stand. The sheep costume deflated until it was the same size as it had been before he had attempted his importune break. Bernard couldn't resist trying grope at his crotch or what looked to outsiders as the lower abdomen of the sheep. Now that the inflatable costume with much smaller, it would be more obvious what he was doing. Bernard couldn't hide it as a part of the act like a belly rub or pat. He was getting too lusty to care. This time the fox could feel the cheeky touches through the puffy layers. It wasn't much sensation, but at least he could feel it.

He reached up to his chest where the zipper was. That was another option. He poked around and found it. It was buried under a flap of rubber that had inflated over the zipper pull trapping it closed. His fingers had better dexterity but still not enough to get at the zipper. Heat rose up to his exposed cheeks. The thought of being trapped in this thing shouldn't have been this appealing.

This was where Bernard stood for the next while. He waved to the furs walking down the sidewalk and pretended to be a bouncy ram. The costume creaked slightly as the fox moved. He was panting not from heat but from lust. He hoped his erection would go away, but the tight rubber seemed to grip his cock inside the sealed inner portion. It gave only enough stimulation to keep him erect but not enough to make him cum.

"Bernard, how are you feeling, is everything okay?" asked a voice.

The fox jumped and nearly fell over. He whipped his face around to see that Gary was shooting him a concerned look. He had been paying so much attention to the road that he had been ignoring the storefront. It took a while for Bernard to answer the ram's question.

"I'm fine," said the fox, it was the best he could muster.

"I saw you try to scamper off before. Bleat is programmed to inflate to his maximum size if you wander too far away. I hope that didn't startle you," said the ram.

It took a moment for Bernard to realise Gary was talking about the mascot. The fox's mind was just too focused on his genitals.

"I was just checking on something," said Bernard. As soon as the words left his muzzle, he realised how dumb they sounded.

"That might be tricky when he is inflated. It's best not to wander too far," said Gary.

Bernard was relieved to see the sheep return to his post behind the counter. He was sure that inflated at its current size, he could get himself off. It would take more effort and time than usual, but it could be done. He just couldn't frantically pump himself off in under a minute, he would need a gap where he could attend to his needs without being seen. The main problem was he was out in the open standing next to the roadway. The fox could see more people walking down the sidewalk. He half-heartedly waved at them. His mind was on his throbbing cock. It needed attention so badly.

He growled under his breath. He was annoyed he had to wait for these people to pass before he could attend to this most basic needs. As soon as the group was far enough away, Bernard sprang into action. He pressed both his gloved hands to where his erection was encased. The rubber squeaked loudly as he rubbed up and down forcefully. Yes, he could feel it! He continued to rub up and down, pressing with all his might.

Yes, yes, yes. Bernard just needed to keep this up, and he would get much-needed relief. He pumped at his groin for several minutes. He would look around to see if anyone was coming. This wasn't going fast enough. Sure enough, he had to stop as he saw some furs coming. He whined loudly as he was still far away from his peak. He waved and even jumped in the air as they passed, putting more gusto into his mascot act.

Bernard had lost time he could feel his building orgasm slipping away. The fox watched the last fur leave. He flung both hooves down to his cock. It was enough to force the outer layer to touch the inner layer and stimulate his genitals. He would need to waste more time getting his sex drive back up to that same level again. He was sure he could pop his rocket this time.

He didn't care who was watching now, he had one goal, and that was to cum. He closed his eyes and drove down into his deepest sex fantasies. It was working; he could feel his orgasm building. He kept at it losing track of time as he rubbed. He moaned aloud as he worked his covered cock. Faster and faster, he pushed and rolled his hips into his touch. His hip movements were the final part of the puzzle.

He was close now he could feel his orgasm building. Yes, that's it, just a little more. Just as he was on the very edge, a sudden sound caught him off guard. It was the suit inflating. His gloves puffed up fast. Not deterred, he pounded at his crotch, but he had just missed out. He didn't have enough friction left to push him over the edge. The sheep suit's body inflated next driving it home that his cock was now out of reach.

He opened his eyes and realised he was being watched by a small group of furs, including Gary. He flung his hooves to his sides in a vain attempt to conceal that he had been masturbating. This drew some laughter from the crowd. His boss didn't look angry or even annoyed that his employee had been publicly masturbating for at least several minutes.

"Checking on something?" asked Gary. His voice carried amusement more than anger.

Bernard covered his face with his puffy, useless hooves.

"Bleat the Sheep is cheeky. He just can't keep those hooves out of trouble. It's okay, his body will puff out if he gets too close to release. Too bad for the frustrated fox inside though," teased Gary.

Bernard rushed by the small crowd and hobbled to the privacy of the change room. He was at maximum inflation again. He tried to pry his head out of the costume. He was trapped until that ram let him go. His sex drive was working overtime he needed to cum so badly, but the suit wouldn't let him. He bashed at his outfit the rubber was much stronger then he had thought possible. Soon his escape attempts were replaced with another masturbation attempt, but at the max size, he had no hope of even getting a touch and clutch. There was just too much-compressed air between his hand paw and his genitals.

Bernard wobbled out of the change room panting and gasping. There was a gathering of about thirty different furs from dragons to mice, all seemingly waiting for him. As he drew near the group, his sheep outfit deflated anew. It kept collapsing until it was back to its slightly puffy size again. He walked over where he saw Gary at the edge of the crowd.

"I-I can't do this. L-let me out of this thing," He said between pants.

"What's the matter, is Bleat pushing too many buttons?" asked Gary.

"I can't be seen doing this in public," Bernard said, dodging the ram's question.

"This road here and the land around it is owned my farm. My customers today are really my friends from the local leather bar. There are really here to see Bleat the Sheep," said Gary.

It was then Bernard noticed the coyote and the hippo from before, they were in the crowd. The fox gulped, he was in some BDSM scene and didn't even know it.

"I knew when you left that first time that I've opened up a hardline to your cock. I bet you love being dommed by a sheep like me, forced to be my squeaky pool toy," said Gary.

Bernard opened his mouth to protest, but the ram's words were right. He was humiliated, degraded but at the same time, he wanted more of what this ram was doing to him. It was quite something for a prey animal to take control of him like this. Indeed it was something of an ultimate fantasy. Inside the layers of rubber, his cock twitched excitedly.

"I have an eye for submissive canines. I pegged you as a one the moment I laid eyes on you. If you truly want me to let you go head back to the change room and I'll let you out, otherwise Bleat the Sheep stays out here until I say you can take him off." said Gary.

Bernard shivered, but he didn't need to think. He hadn't lasted this long in the bedroom before Gary seemed to know him better than he had himself. The fox decided to stay. Gary watched him with a steely expression. Bernard tried to keep his lust under control. He only lasted a few minutes before he was rubbing his cock through the layers of inflated rubber to the now cheers of the crowd.

Rubber squeaked, the fox was determined to get off. He clutched at his vulpine cock. He worked up a good rhythm pumping. Deep down, he knew he Bleat the Sheep wasn't going to allow him release, but it didn't stop him from trying. He was putting on a good show, one only a fox could do.