“Bottled Happiness Brewing Company is a small soda-brewer in the state of North Carolina. Try any of our sodas made with both self-grown and fair trade ingredients and you’ll agree, we’re simply the best. From our award-winning blueberry sodas featuring homegrown blueberries, to our sweet and tangy cherry colas, to even just the classics such as root beer, our variety of flavors has left plenty satisfied. We don’t call ourselves Bottled Happiness for nothing! So try one of our sodas today, and get happy!”  
  
Shellie, a 21-year-old anthro corsac fox, was a junior at Hoberman University, a college in the middle of North Carolina, and things were getting a bit boring with her day to day life. She lived in a rental home, as other people had always been a bit of a hassle to deal with for her, except for her roommate. The most exciting thing to happen thus far was some little soda brewery she had never heard of before striking a deal with the university to sell some of its sodas on campus. The day they arrived, she had picked up a bottle of blueberry soda out of curiosity, paying for it using her student credit. Later on, when she got home, she decided to look up this “Bottled Happiness” company. She ended up on the company’s website, and the video had her interested. It had never occurred to her that sodas could have fair trade ingredients, and so she was interested. Before she could read on, however, a familiar voice sounded through the halls. “Hey, Shellie! Back from my study!” The fox’s ears perked up as she got up from her computer to go greet Harriet, the one girl she could consider living with. However, this left her unable to read the warning underneath the video: “RECALL WARNING: Bottled Happiness Blueberry Sodas with the lot number 8423 are being removed from store shelves. It has been discovered that the berries that went into this batch may have been subject to unfortunate magical tampering. Look at your drink’s label to ensure your drink is not part of Lot 8423 before you enjoy.”  
  
Harriet was an anthro sugar glider, and a cute one at that. While Shellie was studying graphic design, Harriet was on the path to becoming a psychologist. (Shellie had earned herself a number of friendly arm-punches for calling it “psychic power studies,” “psycho-ology,” and her personal favorite, “psych-that’s-the-wrong-number-ology.”) Her fluffy brown fur was more often than not too much for Shellie to keep herself from hugging and cuddling. No matter what, the two constantly told themselves they were just friends, though. (Of course, this seemed to be a lie, as they were often seen together, chatting and sometimes cuddling.) Today, she was doing a study on different personality types, and had nothing else due after that, so they would be able to hang out for the rest of the day. “Hey there, Harriet! I was just about to try out that new soda they sell at the campus convenience store.” “Oh? I just bought some myself!” They both pulled a bottle from their pockets, Harriet’s being a regular orange soda. “Playing it safe as usual, eh, Harriet?” Harriet smiled, to which Shellie continued. “I know you too well.” “Heh, let’s save the witty banter for after the soda review.” They both took a sip of their drinks, pleasantly surprised. “Wow. The blueberry flavor really is good. The taste stays in your mouth for a while, too, I love that!” “Me too. I wouldn’t say the orange soda has that strong of an aftertaste, but it’s good.” “You know, while it is good, the commercial gives off some hella elitist vibes. You gotta see this.” By now, Harriet’s normally sandy-colored fur was starting to darken, though she didn’t notice. By the end of the video, she had finished her whole drink, setting it on the counter. “Hey, Shellie? What’s that text under the video? The partially obscured stuff?” \*She reached for the trackpad, but then both girls gasped when they saw Shellie’s hand turning a bright blue color. Scrolling down led to a clue as to what was going on, and a quick check of the bottle’s label had confirmed it: this “unfortunate magical tampering” had applied to her drink as well.  
  
Shellie was hyperventilating. The soda had turned her blue! And what’s worse, it seemed like the soda was still in her belly, the fizz of it now being noticeable. Harriet, however, looked more concerned than frightened. Eventually, she spoke up. “I think you’re inflating.” Shellie looked down at her belly, and sure enough, it was beginning to swell outwards! “OHMYGODWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOI-“ Harriet shushed her. “Why don’t we just let this play out? I’m sure interested to see where it goes.” “…Wait. You’re into this, aren’t you…?” “Mmmmm…. maybe. Why don’t we get your clothes off? I don’t think you want them to rip.” Harriet removed Shellie’s formerly loose dress, as well as her bra and panties. “…Harriet… What’s gonna happen to me next?” Harriet giggled, and rubbed her growing, fluffy, blue vulpine girlfriend’s breasts. “Oh, it depends. If you’re like most inflatees, your arms are gonna go next, then your whole body’s gonna get nice, big, and round.” The filling fox whimpered in both worry and pleasure as her friend wrapped her wings around her. God, the wing arms were the best part of having a cute sugar glider for a best friend; they gave the best hugs. And with that confession Shellie gave, they were more than just best friends now. Shellie’s arms strained, but she couldn’t move them to wrap around Harriet’s body. She was about to get completely round… but stopped. Her body was wider than she was tall normally, with a diameter of 6 feet (183 centimeters), and her breasts were the size of yoga balls. Still, her arms, legs, and head were still recognizable. “Aww… I was hoping we’d go all the way.” “Heh, this is still nice. You filled out adorably.” Harriet lightly smacked Shellie’s inflated body, and soon the sound of fizzing could be heard. “…What do you say we get you even bigger?”  
  
The next few minutes were spent just trying to find the best way to get the soda shaken up. Nothing worked as well as when Harriet climbed up onto Shellie’s stomach, jiggling her massive breasts around. Sure enough, the soda she was filled with fizzed up, causing her to swell further. Eventually, the squirrel-like creature hopped down. “I’ll be right back. You can wait a minute, can’t you?” Shellie nodded, as her girlfriend ran off to her room, coming back with a foil-wrapped roll of candy. “Here, I want you to have the whole roll of these. Mentos tend to agitate soda.” The fox happily chowed down as Harriet fed them to her, and soon the hissing sound began again, even greater in intensity. Bigger and bigger she grew, until… “Hey! Don’t splash m- …Whoa.” Shellie’s eyes had been closed, but she opened them once she felt something wet on her nipple. Turns out the foam had gotten too much for her body to handle, starting to spray out in vigorous amounts. Harriet ran to the kitchen, got an empty two-liter soda bottle, and held it up to the fox’s frothing, spraying nipple. “Let’s face it, we’re not gonna be able to do this again if they get all of it off the shelves, so I’m definitely collecting some of this. You wouldn’t mind if I became the fizzy blueberry next time, would you…?” “Heh, it’s only natural that I have some fun too. B-but… We’re not even together…” Harriet blinked and giggled. “Hey, the only reason for that is because we keep denying it! You enjoy this, don’t you?” Shellie’s face turned a bit more purple. “…Well, yeah… It feels weird, in a good way.” “That’s good. I’ve never had someone to do anything like this with.” Harriet poured the collected foam into a cup, then back, to condense it back into liquid. Shellie was shocked at what she said. “Never? Who wouldn’t love doing this? And besides, I think your search is over.” “Are you… suggesting what I think you are?” Shellie nodded as best as she could. “I don’t want to be just friends anymore. Would you want to be my girlfriend, Harriet?” A few seconds passed. “…Yes, Shellie. I would.”