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"Cheezit. Dude. I know you've done some pretty crazy shit before, but this idea seems really, really fucking dumb."

"No it's not, I did research, it's totally safe!"

"..What was your research."

"I asked some people on some discord."

"You're an idiot."

"Pleeeaase? I can't do it without your help!"

The sharktaur let out a long, tired sigh. Their roommate had a habit of asking them for odd, often dangerous favours, and this wasn't any different. They'd seen and done many things for him before, they still questioned why they accepted so much of it, but the objects on the counter in front of them were a bit concerning given the context: An unopened two litre bottle of diet cola, a packet of mentos, a thick buttplug, and a tiny, one inch tall sergal looking up at them. Well, he wasn't quite an object- he was their roommate and very much a person, even though he was smaller than the objects he was standing next to.

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaassee?" He pleaded, giving them hardcore puppy-dog eyes.

"..Okay, fine, I'll do it. But we're doing it outside." They grumbled and rubbed their forehead, the bite-sized sergal letting out a happy hooray.

"Let's do it then, come on come on come on~!" He giggled excitedly, bending right over in front of them on the counter, pulling his pants down to his knees and lifting his tail up high but not bothering to actually take his clothes off.

"I said we're doing it outside, I don't want to clean up the mess from everything." They grunted, picking him up by the tail and putting him in their shirt pocket, picking up the rest of the objects in their arms and walking to the back porch. They set everything down on a table, including him, and he immediately fell to his hands and knees.

"Come onnnnn, I can't wait any longer!" He whined, wiggling his little butt at them.

"I can still change my mind, you know." They threatened, only being half serious, but it was enough to make him shut up with a huffy pout.

They picked him up in one hand, only needing two fingers, using two other hands to unscrew the soda with the quiet hiss of carbonation. They gently pressed his butt against the edge of the rim, the micro letting out a pleased huff and keeping his legs spread while they wiggled him against it. They knew that micros tended to be far stretchier than they looked, and that he made the others look like tight virgins, yet the shark still tried to be careful as they slowly forced the lip of the bottle right into his tailhole, stretching him ridiculously wide around it until his rump was pulled all the way around it, his hole gaping wide.

"Oooohh f-fuck~!" He moaned out, his toes curling and his hands going to his bulging stomach, getting pushed a little bit lower so he wouldn't just slip off. He could already feel himself starting to bloat, the gas from the fizzy drink having no choice but to fill him like a balloon.

"Alright, mouth shut. You don't want to spill any before your plan." They told him, squeezing the sergal tight against the end of the bottle while two other hands held onto it. He nodded and kept his mouth closed tight, his hands gripping his muzzle to help keep it shut.

They flipped him and the bottle upside down, and right away the bubbly soda began pouring into him with noisy glugs. He groaned happily as he was immediately filled beyond capacity, his stomach bloating bigger with each noisy splunk into him. In moments his belly was larger than the entire rest of his body and it was only growing more as the contents of the bottle were being emptied into his bowels. His gut sagged as it became heavier, hanging past his head and obstructing some of his view, keeping him from tilting his head down, the sloshes and glorps almost deafening to him.

They didn't stop until every last drop was inside him, two litres of cola now fizzing away inside the one-inch sergal's ass, occasionally making some gurgling or grumbling. His belly looked ridiculously huge, more akin to a water balloon with how big it was compared to his body, yet the fullness felt absolutely amazing to him in all sorts of ways. He was just surprised by the miracle that his shirt- which was bunched up below his arms and neck now- and his pants weren't torn apart. It was cold and fizzy, the drink constantly bubbling away in him and tickling his insides, constantly stimulating him and keeping him on his toes. He continued to hold his mouth closed, having to fight the urge to even moan too much to prevent the soda from coming up his throat.

"I hope this was on sale." The sharktaur mumbled under their breath, but he couldn't hear them over the loud sloshing caused by every little movement of his belly. With a quick tug they yanked the bottle out of him, a loud huff coming from his nose, his tailhole gaping for a moment before shutting almost elastically on its own, a large squirt of cola coming from his ass and getting all over his legs. Before any more could leak out his roommate pressed the buttplug against him, and with one more hard shove they slid it all the way in with a wet slurp. He couldn't back a pleasured moan as his ass was stretched much wider than before, the plug held in place as he clenched hard around it, some sugary fizz escaping his throat and dripping from his lips. Normally that buttplug- or any buttplug really- would make a massive bulge in his belly and prevent him from walking anywhere, but now the two litres of soda in him was more than enough to outsize any bulge the toy would've left, and he didn't need the plug's help to be immobilized either.

It was only proved as he was set down on the table, laying on top of his wobbling belly with his hands and feet far from the ground. He sighed happily, and though the new position made it tougher for the soda to spill from his mouth it gave the gases a new place to escape from.

"Bhhhuuuhhrrrrhpp! Sorry I juuuuurrrhhhrrrhhp! Aaauuuhhhhrrhhhp! Oops." The sergal accidentally belched repeatedly, blushing and giggling embarrassedly.

"Hoh boy.. Stop burping so much, it'll go flat." They told him and he immediately clamped his hands over his mouth, not that it stopped him from burping again. They got started on the next part of his plan, opening up the pack of mentos and bringing one to his face. He took his hands off and opened his jaw wide, letting the shark slowly cram the mint past his lips before forcibly pushing it right down his throat with a finger, the little sergal gagging and choking on it until it was all the way in.

"G-ghuh, holy shit..~" He panted and drooled onto himself, trembling after having the mint fed to him so roughly, very clearly having enjoyed it a bit too much.

"Keep your pants on nerd, I'm trying to do this quick so I can get 'em all in like you wanted." They grunted, picking a second mint and doing the exact same, and the same with a third, and a fourth. Before long the entire pack was gone, all forcefed to him, but nothing was happening.

"D-did it not work?" He squeaked, giving his sloshy belly a little push with his hands.

"Hold on, I got an idea." They told him, not giving any indication as to what the idea was before they picked him up in all four hands, two fingers squeezing his mouth closed and one hand over the plug in his rear, their other two hands holding onto his belly. Without another word they shook him violently, all of the fizzy drink sloshing wildly inside him, making him feel dizzy and nauseous before he was quickly set down on the table again.

The shaking kicked things off inside him, the mints fizzing in the cola and then causing a sudden explosion of bubbles from inside him. His stomach rapidly inflated out with bubbly, foamy fizz, lifting him higher on top of it. Before he could react- not that any amount of time would've been enough to prepare- the fizz forced its way up his throat, spewing not just from his mouth but from his nostrils, erupting from him like a geyser while he was helpless to stop it. While the plug in his rear was firmly lodged in place it couldn't stop everything, a few pressurized sprays managing to escape from around it to soak his butt and pants, and making small puddles on the table. It was much messier up front, his muzzle completely drenched already and a much bigger puddle sitting in front of him, dripping off the sides of the table. Tears streamed from his eyes from the overwhelming pressure and constant rush of fizz coming out of his belly, his legs quivering and his hands pressing into his squishy gut.

The growth of his belly soon slowed before it started to shrink, bubbles and fizz continuing to pour from his mouth and nose and gradually letting up as the pressure lessened, eventually stopping completely. He was left laying in a puddle of sticky, sugary soda that darkened his orange fur, the plug in him still keeping him from going anywhere. He coughed and huffed a few times, getting the last of the fizz out of his throat and nose, panting tiredly and laying there completely worn out. The whole ordeal only took a few seconds from when he was shaken up, but it felt like an eternity for him.

"H-holy fu-fuuuck, that was.. oh mmmy gooossshh.." He moaned and laughed weakly, little trembles of pleasure going through him with each slow breath in.

"That was.. something else." The sharktaur mumbled, looking down at him a few steps away since they didn't want any of the mess on them. A faint blush adorned their cheeks, having watched the whole show and still staring at the exhausted sergal laying on his own stomach bulge. Despite how he annoyed them sometimes they could never say they disliked him, and despite the size and attitude difference between them both, they got along with him quite well..

"Alright bud, let's get you into a bath. That stuff's gonna be way harder to clean once it dries up." They picked him up, gently cradling him in two hands and giving the table a quick spray with a hose before carrying him inside.

"Mm.. Layra..?" He grumbled, looking up at them with half open eyes as they started running the warm water in the sink.

"What's up?" They glanced down at him.

"Next time let's plug both ends~" He smiled and giggled. He was caught off guard when they suddenly yanked the buttplug from his rear, leaving his ass gaping wide and dripping a bit more cola.

"Sure thing, man."