The day began like any other for Project 0800200c9a66. The gooey female fox never really understood the mash of numbers and letters barcoded on her hips, but the scientists overseeing her tests always used the word "project" a lot, so she found herself responding to it as a name more often than not. No two days ever seemed the same around all the white-coated furs. They kept putting her in locked rooms with large machines or hooking her up to strange computers. She didn't even know what they wanted from her. In any case, nothing they did ever seemed to hurt her. She wondered if they could even if they tried, given how malleable her gooey body was. At least the days were never boring. When Project woke from her hibernation, something felt different. There was a lot less noise around than usual. She slipped out of the pod the scientists had kept her in, not even feeling groggy because of her sleep. When Project looked out to see the row of scientists who were supposed to be monitoring her, she seemed confused. The lights were off in the surveillance room and she could only see one tall figure inside, pressing buttons seemingly at random. Eventually the door opened, but no one came in. This was a very unusual occurrence. By now, she would have expected some of the white coats to come in and escort her somewhere. The goo fox's curiosity caught up with her and she wandered out. It was rare that she got freedom like this. When she stepped into the surveillance room, there was no one there. This was even more rare by any stretch of the imagination. Every time Project had been escorted through here before, there were always plenty of white coats working feverishly on something or another, some of them nervous to be in her presence. She saw the figure again in another room that was familiar to her, one that contained a large tank and a hose. The light was on in there, but everywhere else it was dark. None of the lights were on. She eagerly made her way towards the room. Even if the figure wasn't there, she could at least enjoy herself some. Sure enough, when Project made it into the room, she couldn't see anyone. There wasn't even anyone on the way there. This confused her. She remembered the routine pretty well by this point. Wake up, go through 'tests', feeding, play, then hibernate again. When she woke up, the routine was supposed to start again, but no one was around. No one to test on her, no one to feed her, no one escorting her anywhere. At least she could play though. The goo fox hugged the large tank sitting in the middle of the room. Project had no idea why she did this, but something about it always felt right to her. She circled around the other side, finding the valve that she knew and recognized immediately. Tracing it down to the floor, she found the tip of the hose she knew all too well. She twisted the valve on the tank open, delighting when cool water started leaking out. Even if there were no scientists around, someone had the courtesy to fill the tank. Project didn’t think about it that deeply, instead reserving her attention to the water. She splashed herself with the flowing hose, relaxing as she felt the cool fluid clean over her rubbery body, it was always nice to feel clean after stepping all over the lab and being made to sit around in all the testing rooms. She even decided to take a drink, slurping on the hose a bit, feeling the water slide cooly down her throat. It was refreshing, until she noticed that her belly was distending quite a bit more than usual after a while. Project expected this, smiling as she gave her sloshy stomach a rub. This was what she had come for. She drank generously from the hose, watching with interest as her gut bloated further. It swelled and climbed up her figure until it pressed into her chest. She shivered as her bust began to swell, engorging with more water and even beginning to leak. The water left through a drain in the floor to ensure Project’s playing around wouldn’t create a flood or a significant mess. The goo fox was enthralled with the amazing feeling of swelling. She felt so soft, and yet so heavy, and the fluid leaking through her nipples like milk was a feeling beyond description for her. It was pleasant, but it was so much more pleasureable than most anything she’d encountered before. Project took the hose out of her mouth, her hands pressing against her enlarged belly before moving to her bust. She would feel the firmness of her nipples, swollen erect from arousal and from her breasts being so generously swollen. Something did feel like it was missing though. She looked back towards the entrance of the room and recalled the observation room that had a view into this one. She remembered the white coats that used to stir and jitter in response to her swelling. Something about her playing seemed to make them blush, but Project couldn’t understand why. Needless to say, they were mysteriously absent like everyone else. Project spent a good moment stroking herself. She adored the way her breasts wobbled and sloshed, as well as the jiggle of her belly. She noticed the hose still trickling away and didn’t want to waste the water. She happily suckled it into her mouth again, swelling in delight, feeling her body become big and heavy. She cooed loudly, her knees buckling from a combination of the pleasure and the sheer weight of her water tank gut. She sloshed the massive balloon that was her midsection against the ground, feeling the cool water dripping from her nipples and the tile floor. Project’s breasts has grown much more proportionate than even her belly, all the pressure gathering behind her nipples to make her leak incessantly, and making her lean forward. The gooey fox felt her nipples press against the tile and water, shivering as their sensitive surface made them swell erect because of it. She drank greedily from the hose, pumping and pumping further up until she was resting atop her tits and belly like it was a water bed. Project moaned as she could no longer move, yet something about that was more of a thrill to her than it was an inconvenience to worry about. She eventually spit out the hose, just barely able to reach over and turn off the water with a sigh of relief. Project was happy with how engorged she was. The scientists rarely ever let her get this full, and now she regretted not having the chance to do so before. She bounced happily atop her waterbed belly, her breasts leaking excessively. The combination of it all sent chills of pleasure through her entire body, making her eagerly crave more once she leaked enough fluid to move. Since the scientists weren’t here, she could play as long as she liked until they showed up again, and the goo fox was more than happy with this prospect. She relaxed as she squeezed her tits to milk out the excess water so she could move and suckle the hose again. Suddenly, Project heard a noise from the other room. It was in the observation room. She saw the familiar shadowy figure again, but it quickly disappeared when she looked away. Any normal fur might have been unnerved by this, but Project’s curiosity was overriding any ideas that she was in danger. Even if it turned out to be someone, she wasn’t worried they would have the capability of hurting her. The scientists have hurt themselves numerous times during experiments and tests, but she never even felt true pain. Her body was too durable for her to even recognize pain should she ever feel it. “Well well, looks like someone has themselves in an odd little predicament!” A voice spoke suddenly. Project looked around the room and tried to see through the dark observation room to see if anyone was there. “Behind you, Project zero-eight-zero-zero… um… gosh, for scientists, they sure have weird ways of naming things… I’ll just call you ‘Project’ for short. Is that okay?” The gooey fox looked behind her, noticing someone she’d never seen before. She was an eight foot tall, fluffy looking dragon lady. The dragoness was taller than any of the scientists Project had ever seen, leaving her rather impressed. The fox noticed that she had muscle, but wasn’t really sure what it was for, since none of the white coats had that sort of physique. This fluffy dragon was new to Project in several different ways. “I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here,” The white dragoness spoke with a smile, “Well I heard they were keeping an interesting specimen like you here, so I posed as an investor in their little research outfit, and they practically gave me the keys to the place. It’s amazing what a few collected gems can pay for!” She giggled as she stepped forward, patting her hand at Project’s rear. The goo fox would feel soft pads on the dragoness’ palm and fingers. “The name is Torres, by the way, but something tells me you’re not the… talkative type!” Torres leaned in against Project, starting to rub both of her hands over the fox’s form. Project couldn’t resist blushing. Her membrane was so sensitive when it was stretched this tight, and she wasn’t leaking fast enough to pull herself away. The dragoness continued for a long minute, letting out soft purrs occasionally as Project’s belly sloshed with every squish. Project didn’t understand what was going on. No one had ever played WITH her before, but even then, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. The touches were so sensual against her sensitive belly, but the entire experience was so new. Between the missing scientists, this mysterious dragoness, and the new… touches, it was beginning to feel like a bizarre dream. “Oh hey!” The fluffdragon suddenly blurt out, “You’re starting to shrink a little! We can’t have that, now!” Project watched as Torres circled around her, picking up the hose she had spit out. The fluffdragon immediately turned the gooey fox around until she was facing those smooth blue rumpcheeks once again. However, Project didn’t expect the feeling of her ankle being grabbed, spreading her leg and thigh out to expose her dripping nethers. Torres gave a wide smile as she pressed the hose into the fox’s gooey slit. Project squirmed, blushing as the hose sunk into her passage, her malleable membrane spreading to let it sink into her deepest regions. But Torres wouldn’t be satisfied with simple teasing. She reached over, giggling as she turned the valve on, turning it more and more until Project was rushing full of water. Mere seconds passed and the goo fox felt a twinge of concern flow through her mind as she was made to swell larger than she ever had before. Project’s breasts leaked more heavily as her bust ballooned from water pressure. She was alarmed at first, but the increasing pressure and sensitivity eventually made that emotion subside. The gooey fox was lost, rubbing over what she could of her breasts and belly, up until the point where she could no longer reach her nipples. This experience was so new to her, it didn’t occur to her how tight her belly was getting. Her rounding stomach became more and more transparent as it grew, pushing Project’s body upward. Her breasts were almost as full as her stomach by this point, keeping her from rolling forward or back, resting on all three like a helpless waterbed. Soon the gooey fox could no longer move. She was astonished that the tank held so much, or perhaps she had never gotten full enough to realize it wasn’t a tank. As she outgrew it, it occurred to her that it was just another plumbing fixture in the shape of a tank. Maybe it had some grander purpose that was beyond Project’s understanding. In any case, the gooey fox had larger problems to contend with, grunting as her belly was beginning to feel tight… That was new to her. Project’s belly, which had become the largest, was growing slower, but she felt… so very tight. Her soft sloshy gut and breasts were becoming firmer, her breasts leaking like small fountains. She felt her back press up against the ceiling, only making the pressure worse. The fox’s belly and breasts flattened out as they pressed against the floor, spreading and pinching her between floor and ceiling. Project felt like she was on the greatest thrill ride of her life. Tension and excitement for something she never experienced so vividly before clouded her mind. She couldn’t even register her own rubbings from the sheer tightness gurgling in her stomach. She was so big… ...So full… SPLASH!!! A torrent of water went spilling through the room. The emergency doors at both sides suddenly slid up from the floor, creating an airtight seal that kept the water from damaging the sensitive equipment outside the room. It took several minutes, but the drain in the floor managed to redirect the water out through the sewer. Project couldn’t register any of this happening. She was attempting to recover from the explosive rush of pleasure, her mind billowing in static. Her gooey belly was still ruptured open, even after all the water was gone. She felt weak, but she wasn’t sure if it was because she burst open like a water balloon or if she was just just trying to come down from her pleasure high. Eventually, the buzz wore off, acquainting her with her predicament. Everything about her body felt heavy… and distant. She tried moving, only able to move feebly. It was slow going and not entirely comfortable. However, she felt that most of the inner goo that kept her revitalized was gone, washed down the drain. She could heal it, but it would take so long and she’d be so weak in the meantime… Project closed her eyes, letting sleep take her. She would sort this out when most of her strength came back… --- Project woke up to the usual noise. The scientists were back, and she was certain of it. Her first clue was the constant chatter coming from the next room. She was in her hibernation pod. Her belly was healed back up, but she still felt so weak. Did the dragoness bring her back here? “Project zero-eight-zero-zero… Do we REALLY have to call her by that full project number every time?” Came the voice on the intercom. They wanted her to wake up. She rolled over onto her side, closing her eyes to keep the light away. “It’s procedure…” Came a faint voice that sounded farther away. Probably standing further from the microphone. “Screw procedure. It’s not like they're ever going to check.” The first voice spoke again. He’d left the microphone on, probably so he could read the full model number while referring to his clipboard. “These idiots are too stupid to give her a freaking nickname, I doubt they’re ever going to check that we called her by her ‘full title’. It’s not even a title. It’s an automatically assigned number, like a lottery ticket.” There was a pause, but Project didn’t even want to lift her head and see what was happening. “Fine, do what you want, but....” The faint voice replied, but trailed off. “I got it, I got it… This is between you and me, okay?” The first voice responded back, a heavy breathing as he turned to face the mic again. “Foxy Lady, it’s morning and time to initiate testing. Please exit your hibernation bed and report to the surveillance room door for escort.” Project moaned, trying to lift herself up, but rolled back over. She didn’t want to do testing today. She was far too tired. “She’s not getting up, man.” The voice spoke in response to Project’s defiance. “Maybe she couldn’t sleep,” the faint voice offered back, almost sarcastically. “What kind of stupid… she’s made of goo!” The voice shouted, a soft sound of papers rustling picked up, likely from the first man’s arms being thrown up in frustration. “We don’t even know if she needs to sleep. The ‘bed’ is just where we keep her so she doesn’t get in any trouble and so she doesn’t make it out into public through the vents or sewers or whatever the hell a creature like that would use.” “To be fair, we never tested her biology related to mental energy,” The second voice offered, coming closer to the microphone. Papers rustled again, either from being straightened up or from referring to past tests to confirm. “God knows the mind of a fur can’t fully function without sleep, no matter what the physical body’s condition. Perhaps the mind of a goo fur isn’t much different. There’s nothing stimulating in that tube. She’s trapped in there, night after night, and nobody’s ever here to observe if she even sleeps. If she gets insomnia, it could be just as devastating to her condition as a lack of sleep would to you and me, even if she self heals and generates energy in a different way.” “Great hypothesis, genius!” The first voice countered bitterly, “And maybe you want to tell-” Project couldn’t hear the name, but probably wouldn’t have recognized it if she wanted to “-that you want to take an experimental night shift to watch the goo fox sleep. We’re already so over budget that we have to kill most of the power every night and cut security completely. Those rent-a-cops gouged us for eight months straight and the new bids are taking sooooo damn long.” “Hey man, I’m just doing my job here!” The second voice came back sharply, “We’re scientists and when crap like this happens, we have to THEORIZE and CONFIRM HYPOTHESES. You know, like a SCIENTIST is supposed to do?! This is day one stuff, numbnuts, so either you come up with something or we have a completely dormant project laying in there doing nothing and our job is on the line!” “Fine! I’ll go check on her myself!” The first voice shouted, followed by the stomps of him storming off. Project would hear the surveillance room door open. Footsteps approached. She felt a furry hand lightly touch her shoulder, shaking slightly. “Ummm… Foxy Lady? It’s… time to wake up... “ Project rolled over groggily. It was the short racoon male. He looked nervous. Project winced as the light hit her eyes again, causing her to roll back over. There was a pause before footsteps were heard leaving back towards the surveillance room. Faint rustling paper was picked up by the intercom followed by two smack of a stack hitting the desk. “I think she wants to sleep in today?”