Inflating Jay: Part 1

An inflation/stuffing commission!  This one's a big long, so it's split into 2 parts.

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 “Thanks for coming!”
Victoria let Jay in with a smile on her face.  She watched as the mixed dog (he was half German Shepard, half Saint Bernard) walked inside, giving her a shy wave.
“So, you wanted to see me?” Jay asked the Reshiram.  “Is something going on?”
“Not exactly,” Victoria said, closing the door.  She put an arm around her friend, and started leading him forward.  “You see, I’ve had my eye on you for a while.”
“Oh?” the dog asked, his ears perking up.  “Why is that?”
“You know how much I like food and big bellies, don’t you Jay?”  He nodded, and Victoria smirked.  “Well, I wanted to get some food in /you/, sweetheart.”
She stopped walking.  They had reached the Reshiram’s kitchen, and Jay could see that there was a chair pulled out from the table, with a string of bondage rope on top of it.
“What do you say, friend?” Victoria asked, turning to him.  “May I have the honor of feeding—no, /inflating/ you?”
Jay pondered for a moment.  “I don’t know. . . This is a lot,” he admitted.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” the Reshiram insisted.  “Plus, I’ve seen the way you look at me when I got a big stomach.”  She grinned.  “I recognize that glint in your eyes, Jay.  You want one just like it, don’t you?”
Jay blushed.  “W-Well, I can’t really say,” the dog said quickly.  “I don’t know. . .”
“Look,” Victoria said, putting her hands on his shoulders.  “You can say no, and I’ll let you go home, no harm no foul.  But,” she continued with a smile, “I’ve seen how much you want this.  And I can promise I’ll treat you /very/ well.
“So what do you think?”
Jay pondered for a moment.  “I. . . I guess we can give it a try,” he said bashfully.
“Great!”  Victoria grinned.  “Then the first thing you need to do is strip.”
“W-What?!” the dog cried, his face turning completely red.
“You don’t want your big stomach to tear your shirt!  Plus,” Victoria said, smirking, “it’ll allow for some . . . shall we say, pleasurable opportunities as I stuff you.”
“Oh.”  Jay turned even redder.  “Alright, I’ll take off my clothes.  B-But look away while I do it, ok?”
“Sure.”  Victoria turned around.  “Ok, do your thing.”
She heard the sound of shirts rustling and zippers unzipping, and then, “Y-You can look now!”  The Reshiram turned around, and immediately smiled at the sight.
Her friend looked absolutely /scrumptious/ shirtless—damn, he was a treat.  His chocolate brown fur gave way to tan from the front of his neck to between his legs, a beautiful mixture indeed.  Also included between those legs was a nicely sized cock, one Victoria could tell she’d have a /great/ time playing with.
“Great,” Victoria said.  “Now it’s my turn.”
Jay turned red again.  “O-Ok!”
“And I don’t mind you looking,” she added, smiling seductively.  “So enjoy~!”
The Reshiram took of her shirt and bra, fully revealing her large breasts and bulging belly.  Her white and black body shone under the light, and she winked at Jay, giving him a pose before continuing to undress.  Taking off her pants showed off her large legs and vulva, which Jay blushed upon seeing.
“Like that, huh?” Victoria asked.
The dog’s face turned crimson.  “M-Maybe. . .”
“Good.”  She grinned.  “Now, let’s get you ready for the meal.  Sit down on the chair.”
Jay immediately obeyed, picking up the rope and plopping his butt down on the wooden surface.  Victoria held out her hand, and he handed the rope to her.  “Now what?” the dog asked.
“Hands behind your back,” the Reshiram ordered.  “I’m going to bind you to this chair.”
“Oh!  Is that necessary?”
“Necessary for a fun time.”  She winked.  “Trust me on this one.”
“Ok. . .”
Jay placed his hands behind his back, letting them go through the back of the chair.  “Perfect,” Victoria said, going behind him.  “Hold still. . .”
She carefully brought the rope around his wrists, then tied a knot, sealing them tight enough to be constricting, but not tight enough to provide discomfort.  Then she came up, and wrapped the rest of the bindings around his chest, tying Jay to the chair.  If he wanted to escape, he’d have quite a difficult time at it—and that was all part of the fun.
“Alright, done,” the Reshiram announced, and Jay took a deep breath.  He tested the ropes, and found his hands were indeed stuck.  Not only that, but thanks to the rope around his chest, he couldn’t lean up, and was stuck facing in front of him.  That was what Victoria had planned, he was sure—and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that was turning him on big time. . .
“Would you like to see the courses for tonight?” Victoria asked, smirking down at her friend.  Fuck, she was going to stuff him good—she was going to make the dog nice and fat.
“Yeah, that sounds good!” Jay said shyly, nodding.  The Reshiram smiled, then opened her refrigerator.
Inside, the dog saw that there were several /dozen/ cans of soda, all somehow packed in there, stacked on top of each other and looking like they were going to fall at any moment.  Below that was a drawer in the fridge, which held large now-empty packages of foods he couldn’t make out clearly.  And below that, in the last drawer, was a tank of air, with a tube attached to it.
“So that’s what I’ll be giving you today—well, over the next few days,” Victoria said, closing the refrigerator and turning back to Jay.  “If you want it, that is.  I’ll give you one more chance to back out. You ready for this, friend?”
Jay thought for a moment.  “I think so,” he replied bashfully.  “I’m a little excited to see how this goes, honestly.”
Victoria laughed.  “Excellent,” she said, rubbing her hands together.  “Then let’s get some soda inside of you.”
She reached into the fridge, and pulled out a can of root beer, opening it with the tab.  “Say ahh!” the Reshiram said, walking up to Jay.  “And tilt your head up; that’ll make things a lot easier.”
The dog obeyed, doing exactly as she asked.  Victoria smiled, and brought the can above his open mouth.  Then she began to pour.
Jay gasped at the first splashes of soda on his tongue.  It was sweet, but not too sweet, and had a really nice flavor—where the heck had the Reshiram found this root beer?!  It was amazing, and the dog eagerly leaned forward as more poured into his mouth.  He felt the bubbles fizz on his tongue, loving the sensation of them popping against his cheeks.  When Victoria had emptied the entire can into his mouth, Jay paused for a moment, and then swallowed.
The bubbles moved from his cheeks, trickled down his throat, and emptied into his stomach, bringing a nice, cold feeling in his belly.  “Good,” Victoria said, smiling down at him.  “Let’s get some more soda in you.”
She opened a new can, and Jay tipped his head back open.  This soda was an orange cola, and the fruity flavor filled the dog’s mouth as his feeder poured it in.  It fizzed all around his maw, and when he swallowed the bubbles continued popping down his throat.  He could even feel it happening in his stomach—and he /definitely/ felt his belly, just so slightly, extend outward with the liquid filling it.
Jay gasped.  He wanted to run his palm over his stomach, but his hands were restrained.  Victoria saw the desire in his eyes, however, and smiled, bringing her fingers gently on top of his belly.  The dog smiled, too shy to show any other emotions or really thank her, and the Reshiram smiled back.  “Hang on tight, bud,” she said, her grin widening into a satisfied smirk.  “Things are gonna get intense.”
That’s when the first burp came.
It left Jay’s lips suddenly, a loud /uuuuurp!/ that seemed to echo throughout the room with its volume and intensity. He blushed, and wanted to cover his mouth—but again, his hands were restrained.  Victoria saw his reaction, and couldn’t help but laugh.  “Nothing to worry about—you’re drinking soda after all,” she said.  “That’s a natural reaction.  And you know what?”  She leaned into his ear, and whispered.  “I can’t wait to hear more.”
And so, more soda was brought out and poured, cola galore.  Can after can was emptied into Jay’s mouth, and he always took a moment to savor the flavor.  There was grape sodas, vanilla sodas, limes and creams and soft flavors and hard flavors.  All gushed inside his maw, all fizzed and bubbled between his cheeks and on his tongue, all continued its activity as he swallowed, and sent the liquid to his stomach.
And each swallow increased the size of his stomach.  His belly went from flat and slightly bulged, to completely inflating out of him, full of soda and getting bigger by the minute.  It was . . . if he was being honest with himself, it was thrilling.
“Like that, do you?” Victoria asked, smirking at her friend.  “I think I’ll join the party with you—get my stomach a big bigger.  I have a feeling you’ll really like that~!”
And so, she began to drink soda too, giving Jay one can and giving herself the other, switching off between feeding herself and feeding him.  The dog got to watch in real time as her belly increased in size along with his, growing larger with each can of soda, just like his!  His heart skipped a beat as his gaze switched between Victoria’s stomach and his own—both beautifully big, both jiggling as they grew.
In between cans, Jay found himself burping more and more.  He couldn’t contain it, and would let out a loud belch after nearly every swallow of soda.  His burps became more and more frequent, and once Victoria emptied the final can into him, the dog let out a loud, echoing, /BUUUUUUURP!/
“Excellent,” the Reshiram said, smiling.  “Look at that stomach.  It’s glorious.”
Jay did—and gasped.  His belly was inflated even more now!  It was completely full of soda, which sloshed around inside when he moved, and the stomach was taut, tightly constraining the liquid within.  His stomach was around the size of a large bowl, and it was glorious.
Victoria slapped his belly, and the soda splashed around inside.  The sensation made Jay gasp, and the dog sighed in satisfaction, leaning back in his chair.  “Oh, you like that, do you?” the Reshiram teased.  “Then you’re going to love this.”
She brought over her own inflated belly, and plopped it on top of Jay’s small, taut stomach.  Then she began to roll it around on top of him, sloshing the soda all around as she moved.  The dog cried out happily—he was getting overwhelmed in the best way.  Seeing Victoria’s belly rolling on top of his, feeling the soda in his stomach get tossed back and forth, receiving vibrations as his gut was moved about—all of it made him moan.  And to think this was just the start of his stuffing!  Fuck, this was going to be great.
When Victoria finally stopped, lifting her stomach off of his, Jay took a moment to catch his breath, then blushed, embarrassed at his reaction.  “Relax,” the Reshiram said, reaching out and gently cupping his cheek.  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.  You like it—that’s great.”  She smiled.  “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Thanks,” Jay replied shyly, his face still red.
“You look good with that soda in you,” she continued, putting a hand on his taut belly.  “But it’s only going to get bigger from here.  You ready for that?”
After considering things for a moment, the dog nodded.  “I-I think so,” he said.  “I mean, I’d like to . . . continue.”
“Fantastic,” Victoria said, giving him a grin.  “Now, let me go get some food for you.”
She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it.  Jay watched her open up the drawer and take something out—something pretty big, at that.  When the Reshiram turned around, she was holding a /massive/ chocolate cake in her hands, a dessert dripping with icing and covered in strawberries.
“I can’t wait to fit this inside of you,” Victoria teased, going over to her drawer and taking out a cake slicer.
“Thanks. . . Wait, I’m going to eat all that?!” Jay exclaimed in surprise.
“If you’re willing and able,” the Reshiram said, giving the dog a smile.  “Are you?”
Jay stared at the cake for a moment—it was truly /huge/, and part of him was shocked that Victoria wanted to feed the entire thing to him—how was he going to eat all of /that/?!  But another part of him was eager to try, and looking forward to seeing how much bigger his stomach would get from it. . .
“Ok,” Jay finally said, giving his friend a nod and a bashful smile. “Let’s do it.”
Victoria smirked.  “Oh, am I so glad you said that.  Let’s begin.”
She used the utencil to produce an absolutely massive slice of cake.  Walking over to Jay, she hovered over the dog’s mouth and brought over the slice, saying, “Now, ahhh~!”
He opened his mouth as wide as he could, and the Reshiram dumped the portion of chocolate cake inside.  Even with his big mouth, part of the cake was still poking outside, and Jay slowly began to chew, breaking down the massive slice as best he could.  The icing melted on his tongue, and it tasted /great/; he sighed in happiness at the amazing flavor.  And as he chewed more, he found icing stuffed inside the cake, complimenting the chocolate flavor and making things even more delicious.  It took a while for him to make his way through the big slice, navigating around the slice and making small bites here and there.  But he was finally able to break it down, and Jay swallowed it, sending the food down to his stomach.
His belly visibly twitched upon receiving the cake, and grew ever-so-slightly, expanding in size—both he and Victoria smiled at the sight.  “Nice,” the Reshiram said smriking.  “Let’s get some more inside of you, cutie.”
She fed him one big slice after another—and Jay could swear that she cut each portion just a /bit/ larger than the last, since each one was a new challenge that stretched his maw wider and wider.  Each time, he was overwhelmed by the fantastic flavor of the dessert: the soft, well-baked cake and the sharp, sweet icing combined so well, and every bite was a delight.  He would take a moment to really taste the food he was given, and then he had to break it down, slowly navigating his way around the giant cake, taking small bite after small bite, in order to reduce its size.  It always took quite a while, but when Jay was finally able to swallow and see his stomach jiggle, growing just a bit bigger each time, it was always worth it.
Finally, Victoria fed him the final slice—it was enormous, practically 1/4th of the entire cake!  But Jay happily let the Reshiram stuff it inside of his mouth, and after the initial tasting, he chomped down, taking in the delicious food and reducing it down massively.  It felt like a few more minutes before he finally got it small enough to swallow it, bit by bit, and when the final piece traveled down his throat, the dog felt an overwhelming since of pride.  His tail, which had been motionless, sticking out between the chair’s back, began to wag—Victoria noticed this and smiled.
“Good boy,” she said.  “Let’s see how that stomach is doing. . .”
Jay looked down at his belly, and his mouth immediately stretched into a huge grin.  His stomach was even more inflated now that the cake was in there—it was the size of a huge ball, jiggling in front of Jay with its massive size almost reaching his chest.  The cake wad completely taken over the previous contents, and made his soft and fat, able to be pressed in like a bean bag.  Fuck, he was getting horny. . .
“I see you’re pleased by your growth,” Victora purred, wrapping her arms around Jay’s soft belly and resting her breasts on top of it.  “So am I. You’re turning out absolutely amazing—I can’t wait to see your full growth.”
She rocked his stomach back and forth, gently, which moved her breasts back and forth with it, making them skim the top of his fat stomach.  Her nipples traced the top of his skin, moving in a rhythmic pattern, and Victoria’s own stomach was smushed against his own, pressing against it.  Jay leaned back, relaxing to the sensation and watching the Reshiram move.  And he thought he was horny before!  This was getting intense—but intense in the very best way.  His cock responded, turning erect underneath him, poking at the stomach.
Victoria looked Jay directly in the eye, giving him a knowing smile—she knew exactly what she was doing, didn’t she?  Feeling his huge stomach move, along with the movement of her breasts—it was getting Jay more and more turned on, and his breathing became slightly audible as the intensity heightened.
And then, suddenly, she was done—the Reshiram stopped and sat back up, grinning down at Jay again.  “Hope that helps you digest,” she said sweetly, giving her friend a knowing wink.  “Are you ready for the next course?”
“Ok—wait, there’s /more/ food?!”  He could hardly believe it.
“Of course there’s more food.”  Victoria smirked.  “Did you think I’d be content with a belly that size?  No, you and I will be much happier when your stomach is a bit . . . larger.  Do you agree?”
Before Jay could stop himself, he was nodding, and the dog blushed.  “Good,” the Reshiram said.  “Now, onto the second course.”