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Sarah stopped pacing around the empty bedroom, heart pounding, and finally sat in the middle of the floor. The blue tarps which covered nearly every inch of the hardwood crinkled as she settled into place. Despite the late autumn chill seeping in from the windows needing replacement, the lynx was perfectly comfortable while nude, her thick, spotted fur keeping her warm. A cursory look around the room made each ding and scratch in the walls stand out, adding a bucket of touchup paint to her mental checklist of needed purchases for the new home. That thought started an avalanche of related spirals: dozens of moving boxes sitting throughout the house waiting to be unpacked, emailing the realtor back, getting the place presentable before the house-warming party in a few weeks, double-checking the needed signatures for the homeowner’s insurance paperwork. “Are you ready yet, hon?” a bassy voice asked from behind the closed door leading to the hallway, stopping her mid-spiral. Sarah tousled her long wavy hair about her shoulders, needing [i]something[/i] to do with her hands with all the nervous energy coursing through her body. Not that her appearance would matter much if tonight’s activities went according to plan. “Yeah, come in,” she replied, her voice weak and breathy. Long seconds passed in silence, to the point where she wondered if she had spoken too quietly, before the door finally opened inward, pushing a tarp against the wall. A tan-furred mountain lion, Jack, dressed in pajama pants and a white tank top, closed the door behind him, then moved the tarp back into place. “Do you think I got enough?” she asked, hugging her arms against her chest. “I don’t know how much I’m supposed to…” she trailed off, cheeks reddening under her fur. “What if I stain the floors and we have to file a claim right after moving in? But if it’s my fault, they might deny it anyway and we’d have to replace the floors, and hardwood is so expensive, and-” “Hey, it’s alright,” he said, crossing the room and kneeling beside her. “We did the research and this is the coverage that was recommended, right? And if you… produce… a bit more than average, we’ve got the money to cover a new floor. Plus, we’re going to put a rug over most of it anyway.” Sarah bit her lip, formulating another excuse. “Having second thoughts?” Jack asked, concern etched on his face. “More like seventh and eighth thoughts,” she replied, standing up and resuming pacing, her tail twitching. “The tarps are still good to return right now, right? That could save a bit of money we can put towards the half bath remodel downstairs. We’ve already rented the shop-vacs in the bathroom so that money’s gone, but… We don’t [i]have[/i] to do this.” A strong, soft hand caught her own, massaging her palm. “But you [i]want[/i] to do this, don’t you? This was your idea.” “Yes, but…” She sighed, sinking back down to the floor. “I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never even [i]thought[/i] about it until recently.” “I’ve been meaning to ask: what about this made you interested? Zero judgment in that question, by the way. Whatever makes you happy, and it makes me happy knowing you trust me enough to confide these things in me.” Sarah’s heart swelled and a weak smile grew on her face, calming her nerves. Jack had always been her rock, going back to their dating in college and friendship in high school. Always good for a late-night fast food run or a board game night or a heart-to-heart, he was sweet and sensitive. Still, would he understand [i]this[/i]? “You… were able to buy it, right?” she asked, ignoring the question. Jack nodded, pulling a fist-sized plastic yellow package out of his pocket. “They were nice enough at the dispensary to a total noob like me. Just had to show my ID to get in and I triple-checked that I got the kind you told me. ‘Winter mix for a calm, relaxing warmth’.” On first glance, it looked like any other snack bag found at a supermarket or convenience store. It featured a realistic depiction of a verdant bush, lush and green, filled with bright purple berries, with a smiling sun shining down in the top corner. Distinct from a typical package of snacks, however, was the black label along the seam in stark lettering. WARNING: THIS PRODUCT WILL RESULT IN BODILY SWELLING. CONSUME WITH GREAT DISCRETION. The back of the bag was entirely filled with supplemental warning labels, a list of side effects, and contact information for emergencies. Sarah hesitantly reached out and took the bag, eyeing the door as she did so, half expecting the police to burst in. Inflation berries had only been legalized at the local level less than a year prior, after years of political debate, black market sales, and culture war controversy. Extensive studies had shown long-term side effects no worse than alcohol or existing legal drugs, so the city figured the additional tax revenue wouldn’t hurt and slow-rolled the legalization to adults at specialized dispensaries. Even with all that in mind, Sarah had felt like a criminal looking up information about inflation berries online. It started with scrolling through TikToks of users chronicling their intake and describing the sensations in real time. The looks on their color-changing faces as their bodies started to swell, the gurgling sounds captured on expensive microphones, it all conjured a feeling in Sarah that she couldn’t quite describe but knew more than anything that she wanted to experience herself. The fact that it was finally legalized seemed like a cosmic sign. She removed the seal, letting loose a hiss of air and the sticky-sweet artificial smell of blueberries. The inside of the bag was filled with round, blue gummies covered in specks of imitation sugar. She swallowed hard. To think that such a transformative result could come from such a tiny thing. “What do you need from me? I read your list, just wanted to verbalize it before we get started.” “I’ll start with one and see how it affects my body first. Height, weight, hormones, mood, it affects everyone a little differently. Or so I read.” Sarah reached into the bag and picked up the first gummy, sugar sticking to her fur. She had already disrobed minutes ago, not one to let a perfectly good nightgown get torn to pieces or ruined with juice that would never come out in the wash. She started to raise the gummy to her lips- “Wait,” Jack said, lightly putting a hand against her arm. “Don’t want [i]that[/i] to get stuck.” Sarah eyed the wedding ring on her finger, a simple gold band with a clear diamond. She leaned over and gave Jack a light kiss on the cheek, slipping him the ring. “Thanks, babe. Three years and it feels like it’s a part of my body. It’s going right back on as soon as I’m done.” “No problem, hon,” he replied with a smile. Steeling herself, she popped the gummy into her mouth and started chewing. It was much drier than she expected, seeming to crumble to pieces with only a few bites, her saliva doing nothing to moisten the chalky concoction. After a few more chews, she swallowed, grimacing at the sour aftertaste. “How is it?” Jack asked. “It’s about the end result, right? Tastes more like cough medicine than fruit.” She eyed the open bathroom door, calculating if she could get a drink of water to get the taste out of her mouth before she started to change. She gingerly touched her abdomen, feeling nothing. “Could you get me some water from my cup by the sink? Don’t want to get stuck in the doorway while I’m blowing up.” Jack hopped up and jogged to the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder as he did so as though she would instantly balloon the moment he turned around. In moments, he was back at her side, cup in hand. She took a few grateful gulps, happy to be rid of the aftertaste. She felt the cool water slip down her throat, feeling nothing deeper inside her body. “Anything?” Jack asked. She shook her head, setting the cup aside. “This is normal. Every article I read said emphatically [i]not[/i] to take a second gummy before the first one takes effect, even if no symptoms are showing yet. Said the rush of two together is crazy rough.” “How long until-” He gasped. “Your fingers!” Sarah threw up her hands, holding them close to her face. Her heart skipped a beat. Her claws, previously painted a nice, bright red, were now a deep, dark blue bordering on purple. As the color crept down her fingertips to her knuckles, to her palms and her wrists, a smile slowly grew on her face. There was no going back, no talking herself out of it now. Maybe it was the push she needed to finally start enjoying herself. “How do you feel?” Jack asked, having moved a few steps back as though the changes affecting Sarah were transmissible by air. “I don’t feel anything yet,” she replied, watching as the fur of her arms and torso turned blue like hours of hair dyeing accomplished in moments. “This phase doesn’t produce any sensations, just the color change. What do you think?” she asked, extending a leg and striking a pose, slowly running a finger up her blue leg. She felt confident, more so than she had felt in a long time. “Is this a good color on me?” “As pretty as a blue sky on a summer day,” he answered with a smile. “Take a look.” Jack handed Sarah his phone, the camera app open and turned to selfie mode. Her face was now blue as well, her cheeks and her nose blushing to a darker purple. Most surprising was the fact her light brown eyes were now a rich scarlet, culminating in a reflection she hardly recognized. Sarah let out a yelp as a resonant gurgling sound erupted from her gut. Handing the phone back to Jack, she pressed her fingers gingerly against her abdomen. Her previously taut, flat stomach showed the barest traces of an outward distension, as though she had just finished bingeing a meal or was dealing with cramps. But instead of the uncomfortable tightness of food or the bloating from her period, a warm, wet sensation was starting to trickle, sloshing inside of her stomach at her briefest movements. She palmed the underside of her growing gut, taking pleasure as it slowly overtook her hands. It felt like she had downed a pitcher of hot apple cider from a vendor at an autumn festival as the heat wafted from her gut to her extremities. She was nearly sweating while nude, despite the chill. “H-how are you doing?” Jack asked, eyes wide. “Are you okay?” Sarah giggled, her heart swelling with pride at her man’s concern for her. There was no way for him to understand the calming heat dissipating throughout her body unless he experienced it for himself. “This is exactly what’s supposed to happen,” she replied with a grin. The warm juices continued flowing into her gut, and in moments it looked as though she was pregnant at her first, second, then third trimesters. Her burgeoning stomach quickly eclipsed her palms, with soft, pliable fur spilling out between her fingers. But the growth was not constrained to just her stomach. She didn’t know the exact science behind inflation berries, or how something in her digestive system could affect other parts of her body so quickly as well, but she noted with approval that her slight curves were starting to change as well. Her breasts grew multiple cup sizes in seconds, sagging with juice against her growing gut, ample areolas rich and purple. Her rear ballooned outward, meaty cheeks resembling a pair of inflating beach balls that jiggled at her movement. Hips widened, thighs thickening to support the growing weight above. Even her tail was starting to take on the appearance of the limb of a balloon animal. As quickly as the gurgling sounds emerged, they just as quickly petered out as Sarah’s growth subsided. She spared a look down at herself, noting with satisfaction her thickened limbs resembling bulging cylinders of meat, her fingers dexterous sausages. It looked as though she had doubled her body weight, all of it from juice. She sat with her legs extended, her belly already reaching mid-thigh. “C-can you help me up, hon?” she asked. “While I still [i]can[/i] get up. I want to feel what this is like while upright.” “S-sure, babe,” Jack answered, extending a hand, nervous. “Shoot, I should have trimmed my claws before we started. I don’t want to accidentally pop you before things really get going. Is something like that possible?” Sarah smiled. “I appreciate the concern. But it’s not like I’m a balloon. It’s more like…” Jack grunted, hoisting Sarah onto unsteady feet. She wobbled for a moment before finding her footing, the juices swirling within her body shifting her center of gravity to and fro, her skin rippling with the liters contained inside. She grimaced, her legs shaky. The next berry would surely take away her ability to move, a thought not entirely unwelcome. “It reminds me of a hot water bottle, one of those bladders they used to come in, ones that molded to fit however much liquid was put inside. It’s like [i]I’m[/i] that bottle, filled with hot liquid. It’s like being in a hot tub, with that soothing water inside of me instead.” “I’ll take your word for it. So… no discomfort or anything so far?” “Only while I’m standing. Juice is [i]heavy[/i].” She squatted and sat down with a hard thump, her body undulating. Jack yelped, his typical bass tone a shrill falsetto of an exclamation that made her laugh despite herself. “Hey, ask me first before doing something like that by yourself! I don’t want you to pop!” “I’m not going to pop,” Sarah said, resting an elbow on a breast and cupping her chin. “Or do you think I’m so fragile?” Jack wiped his brow. “Just… [i]nervous[/i] since we’re trying something brand new. I trust you and I trust you did your research on this; it’s just…” His face grew dark. “No, this isn’t about me. This is yours to enjoy. I don’t want to be a wet blanket.” “What is it? You can talk to me.” “Like I said, this is your night to enjoy. I just… I have to get over seeing you… change like this. From where I’m standing, it sure looks like something that hurts, and I don’t want something like that to happen to you.” “Oh, Jackie,” Sarah murmured. She reached for his hand, stopping midway as she realized she could not move her body on her own. As nervous as she had initially felt, she hadn’t expected the same reluctance from him, or needing to provide him comfort. “I promise you this is as safe as can be. The only reason I feel comfortable doing this in the first place is because I know you’re here with me. That’s the number one rule of inflation berries that is drilled into everyone’s heads online: only inflate with someone you trust, who can be there with you to talk, to monitor, to deflate. And there’s no one I trust more than you.” Jack gave a tentative nod, shuffling his feet. “Alright, yeah. Sorry to be a bummer on your special night.” “It’s going to be okay, really. If things get too intense, I can always tap out and stop the inflation. You have the tool, right?” Jack nodded. “Then there’s nothing to worry about. Now,” She ran her hands over her taut belly, giving it a few tentative smacks. It rang out like a resonant drum, the sloshing juice inside tickling her from within. “I’m ready for another one,” she said, confident, expectant. Jack nodded, extending the open bag. Her thick fingers rummaged inside, pulling out a clump of five or six gummies and having to dislodge a singular piece. There was a momentary thought, staring at the clump, of popping the entire handful into her mouth, of anticipating the jettison of juice to come, but she quickly dispelled the notion. As nice as she felt, and as nice as the inflating might be, she was a safe, responsible homeowner now and wouldn’t dare take such a big risk. [i]Maybe next time[/i], she thought with a smirk. Instead, she dutifully ate the singular piece, the aftertaste no longer a medicinal begrudging, but a portent of pleasures to come. She swore she heard the chewed-up remnants plop into liquid as they hit her stomach, an additional element in her expanding cauldron. The second gummy set off a chain reaction like baking soda into vinegar, bubbling her bellyful of juices and tickling her from the inside. From the outside, her belly quivered and flexed, distending even further down her thighs to beyond her knees, the juice depositing itself into squishable folds of flesh. She spied a look over her shoulder, not having to look far to see her ballooning backside keeping pace with her front. Her body was quickly swelling into a spherical shape, growing rounder and rounder as the juices molded her shape into a living berry. The warm, bubbling sensation spread to every facet of her body, from her swelling cheeks to the toes she could no longer see beneath her pendulous, heaving breasts and ballooning belly. She eyed the changes to her body with glee and curiosity, finally witnessing the changes firsthand only seen in online videos. How was her skin able to stretch so far? What was happening to her muscles and tendons, buried deeply under layers of juicy fat? And what was happening to her skeleton, as she felt herself growing taller, her vantage point of the room changing? Those questions hardly mattered when faced with such a pleasurable, novel feeling. Her rounded arms were starting to disappear within her ballooning body, her range of motion becoming more limited by the second. Somewhere beneath her body, the same was happening to her legs, lost within the waves of juice. Her body started to tip forward with the accumulated liquid, finding the path of least resistance, and she let out a squeal of delight, noting with shock that her breasts were easily four times bigger than her head. Her belly seemed to be housing the most juice, becoming a blimp unto itself, and she finally found the use of her legs again as they were lifted off the ground, pedaling uselessly in the air. The gurgling and bubbling ceased and her body settled into place, rounded and taut. She easily took up as much space as the queen-sized mattress that would soon inhabit the bedroom. She commended herself for deciding to sit in the middle of the room; a solid quarter of the space was now taken up by her bulk. “Whoa,” she exclaimed, her voice thick and resonant. The word came out in a slurry, slow and dreamlike. It was as though the juice had gummed up her vocal chords, sticky and sweet. “H-how are you feeling, hon?” Jack asked, seemingly struggling to keep an even tone. He stood on the other end of the room, nearly against the wall. Sarah had to strain her neck upward to see him, her head resting against her chest. She let out a laugh, thick and syrupy, at how big she had grown, at the fact she was now taller than him, her body rippling as the noise sent a fresh wave of ripples throughout her belly. “I feel… perfect. Why wasn’t this legalized any sooner?” “I can think of a few reasons,” he muttered. “Sorry, I’ll shut up. You, uh, I’m glad to hear that. So… what happens now?” “Another,” she replied, as though he had asked if she wanted another ride on a rollercoaster or for another slice of homemade pie. Jack tentatively approached, opening the bag and extending it forward. Sarah tried to reach out for it, a simple enough ingrained motion, but her arms were already buried somewhere within her rounded torso. She could move her neck just far enough to the side to see the fatty tips of her fingers sticking out of the ballooned mass, and she giggled as she shook her fingers. The sensation felt like swishing her hands through a hot tub’s jet stream, just as warm and pressure-filled. “I think I’ll need your help with this one,” she said with a smile. Jack stepped forward, looking over her massive belly, his gaze then passing and lingering on the breasts now at his eye level. “Babe, my eyes are up here,” she said, firmly tongue in massive cheek. He chuckled and reached out, dragging a finger against the swell of her belly, somewhere above her fist-sized bellybutton. The barest contact sent ripples through her body like a pebble tossed into a pond, her senses seemingly heightened to experience every inch of touch. A light moan escaped her lips, causing even more ripples to course through her, like a snowfall tumbling into an avalanche. She coughed, silencing herself, hoping Jack hadn’t heard. “Sorry, you’re just… [i]wow[/i]. You’re so soft and squishy. I hope that’s not weird to say?” She bore into his eyes, a smirk growing on her lips. “I’ll be even softer and more squishable after the next gummy.” A hungry look passed over Jack’s face, and he dug into the bag and produced a single gummy. He extended his arm towards Sarah’s lips, but couldn’t quite reach, the bloat of her belly too big. “Is it okay if I lean on you?” he asked. “I know you’re not fragile, I just don’t want to, I don’t know… I don’t want to hurt you.” “Hop on,” she replied. Jack tentatively leaned forward, pressing his body against her belly to get a better angle towards her mouth. He stopped, a smile slowly growing across his face, rubbing his hands through her fur. “You feel so nice. I can only imagine what it must feel like inside of all that juice.” As much as Sarah wanted another gummy, the touch of his hands against her belly made her feel like a living body of water with a canoe and paddle coursing over her placid surface. He was so gentle, so accommodating despite his reluctance. If just a brief touch made her feel so good, what would it feel like to have him resting on top of her, a living waterbed? “It’s everything I hoped it would be. Thank you for being here with me.” After a pause, she continued, “the, uh, gummy, if you don’t mind?” Shaken from his reverie, Jack apologized, then leaned further up against her belly, closer to her head, feet causing the tarps to crinkle. Still not close enough, he made a small leap, reaching up and gripping a handful of fleshy fur near her breast, resting his other arm along her midsection. He was lying firmly on top of her belly, face a foot away from her own. His leap had sent waves of rippling juice through her body, her taut belly undulating at the motion. She giggled again, giddily staring at her man, who now rested completely atop her body, an impossibility before her inflation. The warmth of his body, pressed against the sauna of her own, gave her a feeling of calm unlike any she had ever felt. It was like she was back on her wedding day, standing face to face with her partner in life, content and safe with the man she trusted above all else. Her eyes grew glassy with tears, and she blinked rapidly, unable to wipe them away. “Hey, it’s alright,” Jack said, wiping her tears away with a thumb, the bass of his voice resonant with his body pressed against her own. His thumb came away coated in purple liquid. “Did I do something wrong?” She shook her head, as much as she was able to with her limited motion. “No, not at all. It’s just… I felt so nervous even bringing this up in the first place. This whole idea seemed so… obscene? I didn’t know what you would think. So… seeing you happy, despite me being like this… it makes [i]me[/i] happy.” He smiled, his eyes soft and inviting. “Are you kidding? We don’t even need to unpack the bed if you can do this,” he said with a chuckle. Growing more serious, he continued, “Now that you’ve experienced this, what is it that made you want to try it in the first place?” “Feeling the warmth coursing through my body was the first thing, but I think it goes deeper than that.” She wiggled her fingers, as well as she could. “With how hectic things have been lately with the move and the unpacking and work and…” She thumped her head forward against her bloated chest, sighing. “Right now, I physically [i]can’t[/i] do a damn thing about any of it. Call back the realtor? I can’t reach my phone. Unpack a box? I can’t even move. I am stuck lying here, full of warm juices that tickle my insides whenever I move, absolutely incapable of doing anything by myself. And, god, does that feel freeing right now.” Jack nodded. “I think I understand. I’m sorry how crazy things have been. If I haven’t been there to give you the support you need through this process, I apologize. I’ll step up and do better. I need to make some calls myself, to the contractor for the kitchen renovation, to the plumber for the half-bath, to the-” “Shh, those are problems for tomorrow, ones we’ll tackle together. But right now, you’re looking a little cramped on top of me. How about we turn this queen size mattress to an Alaskan king and see where things go from there?” Jack reached forward and brushed loose strands of hair behind her ear, then leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” He reached his other hand forward and placed the gummy in her mouth. In between bites, she asked, “Taste anything in that kiss?” He chuckled. “Not like licking a popsicle or anything, but you’re sweeter than usual. Should I, uh- do you want me to get down?” She shook her head, swallowing. “What good is a mattress if no one is lying on it? No, stay right there, babe. It’s hard to describe, but your weight pressed against mine makes the juice feel really nice.” The swallowed gummy travelled down, somewhere in the labyrinth of her body. It didn’t have to go far to reach her accumulated juice, where the impact kicked off another bout of bloating. Her belly gurgled and swelled, distending ever closer to the nearest wall, the tarps crinkling under her encroaching gut. Jack held on tightly to clumps of her fur, rising as she grew. She groaned as her skin stretched without pain, far beyond anything she thought possible, like she was a piece of taffy pulled apart. She managed to stretch her neck upwards, watching incredulously as the ceiling inched closer, the popcorn texture and remnants of spider webs standing out in detail. She breathed a sigh of relief that they had not yet installed the ceiling fan yet, as she surely would have touched it by then; a face full of broken glass was not how she wanted the evening to end. Sarah felt her rear end touch the back wall, far out of her range of vision. Her billowing torso blocked her peripheral vision, and her breasts and belly narrowed her gaze to the wall immediately ahead, an unknown distance from the floor, and to Jack. He gripped her pillowy flesh hard, sparing looks at the approaching ceiling as well. “Uh, babe? Should I… slide off and get the tool? The room’s getting a bit small.” She tried to formulate a response, but her mind was growing hazy. She was so big, easily the size of an aboveground pool, and filled with an untold amount of warm, sloshing juice. It felt like she was approaching her limit, her skin starting to protest the bounds of her growth. Pressure mounted in the way that an orgasm neared, of the anticipation of sweet release. A dumb grin grew across her swollen lips, not caring what happened next. She felt every crinkle of the tarps, every bump in the walls, even the pounding of Jack’s heart. It felt like she was a bubbling geyser, ready to blow and just as hot. Her blue fur darkened to purple, darkening even further to a near absence of light. She was [i]too[/i] big- Release. Just a trickle, of juice from her breasts, like the first sprinkles of rain before a barreling storm cloud. The trickles became a rivulet, soaking into her fur, the excess running down her sides. She panted as her body ceased growing, head splayed limply against her chest. Her ears rang as a muffled voice came through, repeating the same two syllables. A hand slowly lifted her head, and she blinked in rapid succession to see Jack’s face mere inches from her own. “Sarah? I said, are you okay? I think you stopped growing, but I’m not sure. Please, say something.” She collapsed into Jack’s hand, letting out a deep sigh. “Hey, sorry, I’m pretty sure I’m done. I- wow… Three gummies are my limit, I think. Felt like I was about to pop there.” As her mind cleared, the warning information about the gummies she read online came to mind. “No, that can’t happen. It’s like a safety shutoff valve. The body releases excess juice when it’s at its limit. Sorry to worry you. How… how big am I?” Jack slowly sat up and eyed the room. “There’s maybe a foot on either side of you, and just enough space in the front to slide off and get the gear in the bathroom. And, dang, there’s enough space up here for regulation size cornhole.” Sarah laughed, wincing as her body jiggled, still close to her limit. Her breasts let out a fresh spurt of juice at her laugh, letting out more excess liquid. “Ooh, don’t make me laugh like that, not at this size.” He laid back down across her gargantuan belly, facing her and propping his head on his hands, a thin smile on his lips. “You’re so tiny,” she said, her voice light and breathy. “Hey, I’m the same as I ever was. [i]You’re[/i] the one the size of an elephant.” “Am I warm on the outside? I feel like a furnace.” “In addition to the bed, I’d say we’re good to lose the HVAC unit, too. This room is practically a sauna.” He buried his face in her fur, stretching out and sighing deeply. Moments passed in silence. “Was becoming a berry as good as you wanted it to be?” “Even better. Maybe we don’t need furniture in here after all. We could do this all the time.” He brushed his hand across her belly, sparing a look at a breast that was larger than his body. “The bonus room is still unfinished. And the windows get great evening sun this time of year. I know you wanted to turn that into an art studio but, you know, if [i]this[/i] is something you’d rather use it for instead...” He trailed off, sinking into her soft flesh. She didn’t respond, closing her eyes and letting herself appreciate the moment. The worries of the next day could wait. Untold minutes passed by in silence. Her heightened sense of touch turned every breath into a miniature tide within the confines of her body, in and out. She was her own body of water, retaining heat as though soaking up a tropical sun for the duration of a day. It was as though she had grown bigger than herself, into an ecosystem composed of her own body. All was well in her world, within and without. Yet the moment, despite her deepest wishes, could not last forever. With a hearty sigh, she lifted her head. “As great as this feels, we should probably wrap things up for the night.” Jack groaned and lifted his head, clearly blinking away sleep. How much time had gone by? “Oh, do we have to? This feels way too nice.” “The contractor is getting here at 8AM tomorrow,” she replied, groggy, as though waking from the perfect dream. “Someone will need to answer the door. I am fully planning on doing it, but I can’t exactly do it like this.” “…yeah. The air mattress is going to be a letdown tonight, though.” He crawled across her belly away from her head. Nearing the wall, he slid down, out of sight. The bathroom light turned on and there was a metallic clatter, the sound dulled by the bathroom wall and the bulk of her belly. Cold metal was pressed against the far reaches of her body, the ladder they had placed in the bathroom for just this purpose. Padded footsteps clanked on each step, then Jack’s head appeared, followed by a shop-vac. He placed it onto her belly then climbed up himself, pausing to wipe his brow. Reaching down, he lifted a second shop-vac with a grunt. Thick, black hoses extended out of sight from each vacuum, along with two bright-orange extension cords. The weight of the shop-vacs set her belly undulating, letting loose additional streams of juice from her breasts. Regaining his balance, he carefully wheeled the vacuums across the expanse of her belly, taking care when moving them over the puddles of sticky, wet juice. Fiddling with the attachments, he connected a hose onto her breasts, clamping them into place. With a nod, he flipped switches on both shop-vacs, resulting in a loud, mechanical whirring sound. Sarah let out a gasp as juice was sucked out of her breasts into the shop-vacs and forcefully sent down the vibrating hoses, presumably into the shower drain as she had instructed. She felt like a balloon slowly deflating from a pinprick point. There was so much juice in her body that the egress was slow-moving, like the motion of a glacier at sea. Still, little by little, she felt the juice being pulled from her body, her view of the room growing clearer by the moment. The shop-vacs were so loud that she couldn’t say a word to Jack. But she didn’t need to; he was following her plan to the tee, taking responsibility while she was immobile. What had she done to deserve such a great guy? She made herself a mental note to do something special, unexpected for him for all his help that day. In time, as the juice was extracted, her fingers appeared once again, followed by her hands and her arms. Her feet touched solid ground again, her rear end moving away from the wall. Eventually, Jack climbed off her belly as it neared the size of a twin mattress, placing the shop-vacs on the ground as well. As the gallons of juice were extracted from her body, so too was the warmth that had started to feel like a second skin. She started to shiver, despite her fur, a fraction of her former size. Jack trotted into the bathroom, stepping over the hoses, and returned with a bathrobe, throwing it over her shoulders. She smiled and squeezed his hand in thanks. Sarah was soon back to her previous size, her body letting out an involuntary shake as the last trickles of juice were sucked away. Her body was back to its old color as well, the only apparent traces of her inflation being the puddles on the floor and the remnants of juice stuck to the fur on her torso. Jack shut off the shop-vacs, and she removed the hoses from her breasts. “The tarps did the job,” Jack said, wheeling the shop-vacs back into the bathroom. “I’ll tidy up in the bedroom if you want to hop in the shower.” Returning to the bedroom, he handed Sarah her wedding ring, which she slipped onto her finger. She threw her arms around him, sinking into his embrace, exhausted by the events of the night. “Thank you so much for this, for everything,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here with me and for every day we get to spend together. I love you.” He kissed her on the lips, soft and deep. “I love you too, babe. There’s no one else I’d rather build a home and a life with.” The pair pulled apart and Sarah stumbled into the bathroom, disrobing and stepping into the shower. Turning on the hot water, she leaned back against the wall, taking a moment to enjoy the pressure and the resulting steam. Clumps of light blue swirled down the drain. Next time, she might visit the dispensary herself, now that she felt the courage to go. There were dozens of varieties of gummies, resulting in a host of effects like different sizes, shapes, even to libido. It didn’t hurt to advocate for herself, to explore the unknown with someone she trusted with her life. As far as she was concerned, this was just the beginning.