"...Mmmmngh" a brown, sleepy bunny wakes up in his bedroom, an hour later than usual, evident by his impatient friends already nagging on him in his dms, trying to get him to wake up with the audible vibrations of his phone.

As much as he doesnt want to, he picks up his phone and checks the messages, quickly scrolling through them before blocking even his vibrations and putting the phone back down.

Looking up at the ceiling he contemplates sleeping in even longer just to spite his friends, before shaking off the tought, knowing he has stuff to do today anyways.

He sits up in his bed, looking around the room, one ear folded and blocking one of his eyes, to which he grumpily pushes it out of the way, yawning and picking the sleepy out of his eyes.

As he does what he can to wake up, he almost immidietly notices the intense feeling of dirtyness, not being visibly dirty per-say but feeling unclean either way.

Getting up from his bed and into his bathroom, he quickly disposes of his PJs by throwing them into the other corner of the room, and after preparing a towel or two hopping into the roomy shower.

And roomy it was, with as much room inside as if for 3 or more clones of the bun, perfect for the morning of a potentially hectic day.

The bun takes a deep breath of the semi cold air inside, before exhaling calmly and twisting the valve connected to his shower hose, for some reason missing the shower head itself as the wild stream of hot water starts to shoot out of the weirdly pressurized hose, wetting all of the glass walls surrounding it and the bun itself, making Bro inhale sharply before catching the hose and quickly turning the temperature down to a more comfortable and managable hottness.

The bun holds the hose in his hands, the shower head nowhere to be seen forcing him to use the hose itself to shower.

As he reaches to his back with it he can immidietly feel the hot yet blissfull water rinse and wet his whole backside, holding it like that for a while as the water keeps streaming out and eventually reaching the cold floor, causing steam to suddenly envelope the entire shower corner and make the bun breathe heavily, the air getting thicker and harder to breathe, yet making the bun even more comfy in the now steamed up blissfully hot and wet glass box.

He pulls the hose back to his front, and faces his back towards the cold tiles of the wall connected to the shower corner, laying against it and taking deep, almost gulping breaths as he just stands there, letting the water shoot and stream down his chin, neck, chest and slightly bulged out fluffy belly, falling from the peak of it directly onto the floor yet again.

The bun, not even realizing it as he's entered some kind of trance, starts gulping and swallowing onto the heavy humid air around him, steam entering his maw and cheeks, traveling down his throat and soon gut where it sits and accumulates into a cloud of sorts that starts growing and pushing on the walls of his hide.

Bro doesnt seem to mind at all though, the opposite actually, he seems to quite enjoy it as he puts one of his paws on his belly and starts to rub small circles in it, making his tummy release a rumbling growl as he just watches, panting to himself as he continue drinking the air around him.

Within just a few minutes the distended bulge grows into an air tight soccer ball, not quite tight as one just yet but definitely nearing that point.

The bun definitely doesnt seem to mind though, and even though he might be in dangerous territory size wise, he cant help himself but nudge his semi hard member with the hose hes been holding, wasting a lot of water as he realizes its just flowing on and on the whole time.

Not wanting the steam to stop, but also wanting to conserve water he looks around for a solution, before just winging it and shoving the full blast shower hose under his cute fluffy tail, yipping a little and taking a deep breath.

One of his paws laying on his suddenly rapidly growing stomach and the other barely being able to touch and squeeze his member, he whines and sighs, he realizes for how long he's been there for already, and that he's gotten carried away again, but even so he doesnt want to stop, he wants at least some kind of finish.

While he ponders and focusses on what to do, the water from the shower flows inside of him, the warmth of it, the ammounts of it, the two elements clashing inside of him, steam being pushed out of his maw forcefully in wet belches and burps, his tailhole not being able to hold all the water in and leaking a lot of it as it overflows the bun.

He's gone too far to stop now, and as such he decides to fill up till he's at his physical limits, which to his surprise, was gonna arrive sooner than he anticipated.

The water inside him starts shifting, pushing him further against the wall and the weight forcing him on his knees, he slides down and sniffs, feeling the leftover steam escaping through his nose and maw both, both of his paws now forced to sit upon his yoga sized fluffy waterballoon.

With heavy panting, his belly button pushed out and front beginning to show a little of his stretched furless skin, he braces for impact as his stomach sogs forwards, bubbling, growling, complaining, growing, inflating, filling up past whatever brim the bun had.

He coughs up a little water as breathing gets difficult, sudden ache enveloping the dome in front of him, millions of sharp pains pinching the skin beneath his fur, the water flows from his maw constantly, completely invalidating any attempts at coughing or breathing, and then...nothing.

The loud sounds of the running water stop, the boiler rumbling next to the shower corner goes quiet after a few more seconds of warming up.

The only sounds in the room comming from the living waterballoon taking up most of the shower space.

There he sits on his knees, water dripping against the already wet floor from his tailhole.

A stream of water rushing from his throat out like a water gun, the bun coughing loudly as the water splats on the floor.

The bun coughs and spits out more water, taking deep breaths and calming down slowly.

His stomach, distended in unnatural size in front of him, thin and hot to the touch.

He sighs loudly a few more times, laying down on the orb in front of him, one of his ears listening closely to his tummy complain and bubble.

He closes his eyes, lets his mind wander off, and finally he speaks up.

"...How in the world am i gonna explain wasting all that water to my family-".