Fern's Feats of Discovery: Devin's Refreshing Drink

By "Fern"

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"Hmmm, what do you think we should do?"

A white, black-striped tiger taps his chin as we ponder what we should do for the day.

The tiger's name is Devin. According to my research, he's an experienced sorcerer with an unknown origin. For the past few days, I've been studying him and interviewing him for my book. I heard a lot of his magical abilities and thought I would explore what he is truly capable of performing. Of course, it's not all questioning and note-taking. As with everyone else I interview, I love to see demonstrations of their skills. To see someone perform tasks that I can probably never do in my lifetime just makes this hobby all the more satisfying.

Devin taps his chin as he rests on a couch, his legs crossed over each other with his foot paws resting on the armrest. He pensively thinks, only wearing his black shorts for comfort. His red eyes seem to look up towards the ceiling as he says, "Hmm..."

This lounge room is quite relaxing to think in. It has quite a few places to rest along with a huge skylight that brings in some nice, natural light in the room. Although the black and red colors look a little menacing, I think it adds quite some energy in this room. There are quite a lot of gadgets and artifacts in here. Some are modern like a television and a game system while others are quite ancient. I'm not sure what most of the other items do, but it's probably a good idea not to touch them.

Suddenly an idea occurs from a conversation we previously had, I decided to bring it up out of the blue.

"This is just a suggestion," I began to speak. "But do you remember what you suggested a couple of days ago?"

"What would that be exactly," Devin responded.

"The one where you suggested humans can inflate."

Devin giggles to my lack of knowledge as he says, "I know they can dearie."

"They can? Well I know some can, but I'm just not sure if I'm one of them."

Devin just giggles as I continue.

"Well, let's give it a try! I mean it would be nice to inflate without changing forms anymore."

In case you haven't already guessed, this wasn't the first time I've been inflated. While interviewing quite a few inflation enthusiasts, they've sort of convinced me to try their hobbies. They were actually pretty nice about it too; they didn't force me to start it or anything. Sometimes a few mistakes were made on the way, but I've always come out unscathed. Now I know I have to have no bias for my work to help defend folks like Devin for being fairly mistreated, nevertheless I'm starting to get hooked on the inflation ordeal.

"Heh."

"I'll be right back." I dash off into the hallway and come back with a tank while wearing nothing but my plain-blue Hanes boxers. Hey, clothes can get pretty expensive, you know.

"Pffft," says Devin as he shakes his head and smiles coyly. "You mortals and your tanks."

"Hmmm," I inquire as I put the tank down. "Do you have another way then?"

Well, it would be nice to see a demonstration of his powers for once. Why not?

"Very well, let me see other method you have in mind," I authorize with confidence.

Devin seems to be joyous that I want to try another way. He just looks as me as his coy smile crawls more upward his feline features. It looks as if The Grinch himself is smiling at me.

I just stare back with a slight look of puzzlement in my eyes. Nevertheless, I can guess why he’s acting all humble. He is known to be quite Devinous after all.

"Errr... is this something I'm going to regret by any chance," I question, sounding a bit less daring than I was before.

"Look at yourself," Devin said in a clever tone.

I look down to see a bulging belly pushing my boxers! I start to stutter in shock, "What the...!? How did you do...?"

Devin only twiddles his fingers, making what looks like red electricity jump between them.

"Oh... magic... I should have known," I sigh in annoyance. The bloating still continues I can feel my chest, even my back, starting to grow. My rising sides are starting for force my arms sideways.

"Hmm," wondered Devin. He taps his chin with a single black claw as he ponders on an interesting idea.

I still inflate as my biceps and thighs start to bloat and sink in my body. As my neck starts to disappear, I start to worry what the feline is wondering about. "W-w-what are you thinking about," I inquire.

He doesn't answer as he places his paws gently on my belly. I tingle a bit at being felt. I guess I wouldn't mind being ru...

GAH!

Without warning, Devin forcefully pushed my beach-ball like belly! The unknown gas gets forced into my rump. I wince at the feeling as my butt expands with great velocity as he pushes down. The back of my boxers just explode right off thanks to my swelling ass cheeks. The front side falls off since my stomach shrunk to a small pot belly while my ass looks like two semi-giant beach balls! The sheer size of them alone is forcing my legs apart as I am now having complications of being able to stand, let alone move.

Devin just giggles at the comical sight that I'm starting to become. He traced his black, polished claws along the taught surface of my skin. I wince in pain reflective as I tear up. It wasn't pain but it felt weird since my skin is now pretty sensitive. The feeling of his claws are like knifes pushing just gently enough not to actually cut my skin, but enough to push into my flesh. While Devin toys with my delicate skin, I end up sitting on my bloated rump. My legs are just too fare apart for me to use! My thighs follow suit with my ass as they sort of meld together, fading away in my ass cheeks. My biceps also join in on the fun as they bloat, looking like giant tube balloons. Jeez, those damn claws! It's just too much! I can't hold it in anymore!

I tingle as I try to hold it all in, but alas...

"Mmmmmmmm... hahahaha! Hey, I'm t-t-t-ticklish! Hahahaha...!"

As I keep laughing uncontrollably, I start to lose even more mobility as the strange substance spreads to my forelegs and forearms. The upper parts of the limbs are pretty puffy now as I wave my limbs vertically in a hysteric fashion.

Devin retracts his claw on one of his paws and uses the fingertips to tap my tightening skin. I breathe deeply as the tickling seems to have ceased. The sound of my laughter fades away as a small beat of tiny drum rolls is heard.

Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum.

"Hmmm," Devin says with another one of those crooked smiles of his. "Soon you'll be ripe."

Ripe? What does he mean by ripe?

As I ponder what he means by this, my elbows and knees disappear into the "sinkholes" of where my limbs used to be as my stomach is now, once again, proportional to my inflated body. Wobbling on my ass is all I can do in terms of movement, but what concerns me more is his tapping. I feel a sense of shiftiness intensifying from every single tap of his fingers, ruining my focus to think. I decided to ask him instead.

"Ripe," I ask with curiosity. "Are you filling me with juice of something?"

Devin's eye open in realization to my question; his head cocks a bit as he ponders on my words.

"Hmm," he started to speak. "That's not a bad idea."

SLAP! My chest ripples as Devin slap my chest with both paws. Immediately, I feel the strange gas inside me change into some heavy juice. A rich crimson color starts to flood quickly from the inside of my skin. As quick as it happened, all the juice falls to the bottom of my simple-shaped body. A huge SMACK is heard as my body sags, slapping the floor with the sheer weight of all that fluid. My body shape shifts just as sudden as most of my spherical form is now at my lower body. Almost all of my legs are engulfed; my feed can no longer reach the floor as my arms are following pursuit of my legs. Damn it Fern! Stop suggesting idea like that!

The tiger puts his eyes to my belly and lets out a deep rolling purr, "murr." As the juice continues to fill every little space under my skin, he listens to that juice churning inside of me. Slosh! Slosh! Slosh! I continue to sway vertically due to the sudden shift of juice as I rock back and forth towards you in panic, flapping my hands in worry. I'm concerned as I try to see as much as my body before my neck disappears along with my ankles, wrist, and chest. My bottom starts to take on a more spherical shape as my groin gets taut. The crimson color starts to darken to a more pure red color, showing that I am getting quite full.

I struggle to speak as I stare at Devin with half-closed eyes, "Errrggghhh... aren't you planning... to stop anytime soon...?"

No response, my body maintains a teardrop shape. Only my toes can touch the floor at this point. I feel I must like a balloon in the sink, slowly swelling from the faucet. My skin stretches further into a wider circumference and upwards to meet my chin as my neck retreats completely into my body. I can barely see myself in the mirror across the room as I look like a red drop of water that's been magnified a thousand times its normal size and still slowly getting bigger! I feel my chin being slowly overtaken, turning the tip of Fern the Teardrop into itself like a bunt cake!

Although, I can barely see anymore, I can feel my teardrop-like shape. I feel like a water balloon that's reader to be thrown at unsuspecting passengers for a laugh! My feet have now disappeared as only scrunched-up hole are left where my legs once where. My clutched fingers are only visible as my palms are sucked in and hidden away from Devin's view. The cheeks of my face bloat up as juice starts to trickle through the shut gap of my lips. I can taste that I'm being filled with fresh strawberry juice that's been slightly warmed up by the sun. Only my wincing and tearing eyes are visible as I sink in further and further! The skylight above gives me a glistening shine as all my strawberry juice is being shown through my translucent skin. I start to creak, showing that I can' take much more of this!

Crrreeaaakkk... "Mfffff...pppp...hhhh...!"

The Devinous tiger sorcerer licks my skin with his rough tongue. I feel like a berry being tasted as a trail of saliva is left. Squuuueeekk! He turns around and leans all his weight against my body with his arms behind his head, barely sinking in me at all. As he relaxes on me, I slowly bounce him back on his feet with a wince and a crreeeak due to the pressure increasing inside me. My fingers disappear and my head slowly sink into my body. My manhood is worst of them all as I feel a need to take a leak, but forces beyond my control prevent me from doing so! It just bobs in the air, almost looking like a bent stem. My blood-red skin strains to contain it all, each new drop of juice threatening to tear me asunder!

My body's radius is now taller than my whole skeleton, becoming the true shape of a round, juicy berry with quite an interesting stem. The sun shines on me with pride as I am now nothing more than a living, ripe berry ready to be juiced... or popped! I clutch everything I can possibly clutch as my eyes fully close from the forces around my head. I start to think frantically on various thoughts of my predicament as I feel various humping, rubbing, and licking on my taut, red-berry skin. This hurts so much...! Why hasn't he stopped yet? Why isn't he getting the juice out!? I can't... take... it... anymore! Just pop me already! Just... pop... m...!

During all this Devin was being sexually aroused by my glorious sphere. His purrs turn into hot moan as he'd been essentially humping me, Fern the Strawberry. He gives my cock stem a lick to toy with me as it tingles in pressure. His black boy shorts barely conceal his excitement the evident bulge at his crotch shows. He can feel me get tighter and tighter, soon to reach my absolute capacity. Getting a kinky idea, he pulls his shorts down under his sack, letting his rock-hard erection rest against my hardening body before aiming the black, spiky phallus at me. He places both paws on my skin, in anticipation. He waits for just the right moment just before my pop, driving his cock hard into my body...!

The pain stopped... everything starts to slow down for me. I see myself and you from above. I burst into pieces as the liquid and skin still hold the sphere for one brief moment before separating all together. The liquid and bits of skin splash on Devin with drop after drop, staining his white fur. The juice also goes everywhere around the lounge room in such sluggish speed. I feel myself as my pieces. I am everywhere as hundreds of bits. It's like I am everywhere. As I see all this happen, I start to slowly fade into a state of bliss as I feel myself become my mess. Yes, everything is gone... all gone... no pressure... no worries... nothing at all...*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM...~!

In Devin's view, it was much more exciting. I burst with amazing velocity as he gets covered in juice and skin as well as the room in one quick motion. Everything is covered in juice and there's even a small, white spot of fresh cum on the floor. The boom was just simply amazing, almost as if it was my last, fading words.

Devin falls on his knees and paws, panting hotly, eyes closed, and his throbbing tiger meat letting a string of hot cum into the puddle that is now my new form. He is soaked in red juice from head to toe, dripping and panting.

"Oooh. It's been too long since last time."

I feel my cum mix with your cum in my puddle as they both swirl together in the strawberry juice. It is quite an odd experience being a refreshing drink and bits of skin. I feel life and yet lifeless at the same time. I can feel myself all over your fur and body. Moreover for some reason, I loved it all... from beginning to end.

Devin purrs in satisfaction as he licks me up. I tingle and ripple naturally, but it almost looks like I reacted to that. I can feel myself being lapped up like water in a dish. Soon he starts cleaning himself with his tongue as most felines would naturally do. Of course, he is mostly doing it just to taste me my crimson juice just to tease me wherever he is aware that I am still "here" or not. I shudder in thought as I feel myself being licked clean off my skin.

"Oh Fern," declares Devin. "You ripped well, my little berry. You taste succulent~! In fact, I think I might the rest for later."

With little mental effort, he starts collecting the rest of my strawberry juice as a pitcher comes in from the doorway. I feel myself being contained as I lose feeling of my skin as it starts to rot. He pours some of me and caps the top, keeping it safe. He starts at me as I slosh around in the glass container and then takes a look back at the rest of the mess while more pitchers and caps fly in past Devin. They form in a single-line formation as they march in like a small platoon. One jar swoops in at a time to collect me as it caps itself after filling itself up. It was odd to be controlled by mysterious forces as I woke up They leave in the same formation they came in along with the first pitcher as they match themselves to the fridge. As for the skin pieces, he'll clean up those pieces later; he's too good in a mood to work.

He pulls up his shorts and leaves the room in satisfaction. He looks back at the last pitcher, seeing his reflection on the glass and says with a clever tone, "well, looks like you were one of them."

He giggles as he leaves. I start to leave too as I fade into darkness from the impact of a spirit, only to wake up again tomorrow. Wherever as juice in a pitcher or in a new body again, I am not sure.

The weird thing is that even though it hurt so much, I feel so much relief and relaxation now. It was like releasing all of my most troublesome thoughts in one instantaneous swoop! I must do this again sometime.

Fern © Fern
Devin © DeviCat
Story, 2008 © Fern (Pen name.) and of course with a little help from Devi. Happy Holidays, Devi!