M.A. Mams Alt. Univ. Water Balloons
 
Blue looked up as the doorbell sounded. His sister, Red, was consumed by the book she was reading. Blue signed for the package that had arrived and recognized the sender. His heart began pounding. He’d been spying on his sister for quite some time and had discovered her body issues. They both spied on eachother, always one-upping eachother and competing, but this was different, and something that he secretly shared fantasies of. He opened the package very carefully, slicing the tape delicately and confirmed the precious contents were the drug that he caught her fawning over. It was a jar full of pills. He took dumped them all out, and left only one behind as a joke. He even carefully replaced the safety seal with glue and re-packaged the bottle in its parcel. He left the package on the front step.
The fennec woman put her book down and checked her phone. Her precious pills had arrived! She was so thrilled, and couldn’t wait to try them. She’d been obsessed by all the ads and testimony claiming to uplift her bony, flat ass into bubbly shapeliness and boost her chest, too. She peered inside the box after tearing the tape off hastily and felt something wrong right away in the weight of the bottle and the lonely rattle. She shook the bottle and looked into the bottom and growled. Fifty dollars plus shipping for this? She called the company right away, sent them pictures of it, and was promised by the frightened customer service rep that they’d send another order overnight. That calmed her nerves. She apologized for losing her temper, and after she hung up, was surprised by how emotional she became over something that probably wouldn’t work anyway. She reminded herself of all the other scams that only made her body blush or tingle to no avail.
Blue overheard the explosion and felt his stomach knot up. “Maybe I went too far this time,” Blue said, kneading the baggie of pills, and the weight of the drugs eventually convinced him against confession. It was too embarrassing. What would she say or accuse him of? He smuggled the pills away in his desk and locked the drawer and distracted himself with some music until Red had to leave for work later.  Red leaned against the table, rolling the single pill in circles beneath her thumb while she skimmed the instructions on the label. They were simple enough. ‘Take one pill with one full glass (12oz) of water for optimal results.’ The dosages were stressed, bolded, and underlined. Her nerves were still a little frayed, but she downed the gel caplet in a drink and looked down at her flat chest, her chubby belly, her soft arms. 'Be a little patient,’ she thought to herself, 'It’s never magic.’ She patted her bottom after waiting for a tedious minute, feeling the unwelcome boniness prod the palm of her hand. She smacked her lips, feeling very parched, but reminded herself of all the other times she fell for the placebo effects of other miracle drugs.
Red’s book didn’t distract her for long and she poured herself another glass of water, downing that one, too. She wasn’t going to let quackery interrupt her novel. She felt the inside of her mouth with her tongue, complaining, “Did they pack that thing with salt or something?” and she drank a third glass. Her stomach growled audibly, emptily. Frustrated, Red turned on the tap without thinking and sucked the water down as fast as it was flowing. The thirst was evaporating, but her stomach growled even more loudly. That was alarming, but not as alarming as when she tried to pull away, but a mortal fear ripped through her. She need more water. She was going to die of thirst if she didn’t stop drinking!
 
She felt her shirt tightening up and felt her chest. She had breasts! Real flesh was swelling on her chest. Her mind calmed, and she chose to keep drinking. The top button of her blouse popped off, rattling in the sink. Her jeans came undone as well. The growth had spread below, too. Her shirt dug into her body before more buttons snapped free, allowing her creamy white furred breasts to jiggle free. She couldn’t believe it was working, but as her breasts lowered into the basin, her nipples stiffened up against the cold steel. She must have grown enormously, but realized they had only brushed against the lip of the sink, feeling beneath her big breasts, getting a sense of satisfaction out of having her hands more than overfilled.
A fear washed over her, thinking what her younger brother would think if she were caught out like this and turned the water off. She tried to close her shirt, but it was useless. Her tits had swollen to the size of bowling balls! They would never fit again. Her jeans were so tight that they creaked, and the soft flesh of her hips and asscheeks bulged out and over the waistband. She could swear she heard her new attributes slosh, too. She hugged her chest and snuck off to her end of the house, to her shower, and decided to play it all off. She definitely got what she wanted, but it was much faster than she’d ever had hoped for. Red’s clothes would all fit poorly on her, but she found a few combinations that, if worn in layers, would compress her body down and make her obviously voluptuous body look modestly grown.
She touched her chest after finding the appropriate combination of clothes, feeling moist spots over her nipples. She was lactating! But it was rather thin, rather watery. She felt the sides of her legs, and felt moisture, too. The water was squeezing out of her like she were a sponge. It didn’t hurt at all, infact it felt good, felt relieving. She took the clothes off before soaking them any more and turned on her shower and a radio, masking the several minutes she spent masturbating whilst milking water out of her big tits. She found her pussy was incredibly wet, gushing every time she felt an orgasm rip through her, and could see every geyser-like gush relieve her body of excess size. When no more fluid would flow, she found that her breasts had grown a full cupsize. She decided that the medicine worked. The thirst had left her, too.
 
- - -  Blue didn’t see it all, but he did catch a glimpse of his older sister just before her bedroom door closed and shuddered all over, having a total lapse in guilt at the sight of her jiggly physique. When she emerged later, he wondered if he had hallucinated. She was back to normal. Where had that porn star body gone? In any case, she locked the door behind her and that signaled him to pop a pill with a glass of water. He, however, had busied himself by reading about the drug. There was very little information about it, just all the infomercial hawking and dubious feedback from satisfied customers. Some of the comments from men did catch his eye though, saying that it was mostly reversible under specific circumstances, and to experiment with a method of drinking that, frankly, he found a bit baffling and scary.
The same thirst that overpowered his sister ate away at him. He had more resolve though, but experienced worse side-effects that broke him. His skin warmed uncomfortably and noticed that he couldn’t sweat. He took off his shirt, he took off his pants. Down to only his black tank top undershirt and matching boxer briefs, he took a look at the kitchen tap, the long, high arch of the spout and turned it on, splashing water on his face. It felt fantastic. His tongue lashed out involuntarily and his whole body followed, wrapping around the loving, giving tap. Sweat beaded up on his body, leaving him glistening, right away.
Such deep relief filled him that he lost sense of his body. He didn’t notice the rapid effects. His broad chest began to soften, his pectoral muscles being filled with jiggly, water-filled flesh. His narrow hips swallowed up fluid, too, broadening to match his masculine shoulder width. His tone ass softened, and his whole body, too, losing its chisel, its edge. Between his increasingly girly legs, his package expanded slowly. His balls became swollen, his shaft fattened and long, tucked between each orb. He was blowing up like a water balloon!
Blue slowly opened his eyes, feeling sexual bliss wash over him, hearing a rubbery groan whisper from his entire being and felt his rising shaft, rubbing it through his underwear. The tightening clothes beneath his hand brought to attention, his plush hips, and the heft of his junk. It was working. He tried to pull away from the faucet, but all he did was feel his lips resist as though glued to the faucet! His big breasts gave a pleasing sway, making their growing weight known as his tank top stretched to contain them. He couldn’t see beneath his nose, sucking down the torrent of water, becoming increasingly nervous as he felt the bottoms of his breasts slide over the edge of the sink and wobble lower and lower, coming to settle in the sink, his breast balloons spread down the middle by the partition between the two basins.
His figure was much larger than Red’s was at its peak, with a bias to top heaviness. He was so consumed by lust that he didn’t think to turn the water off! Most of it seemed to continue feminizing him. Even his lips felt pressurized. Water wobbled within him, pulling his elastic pants further out as his hips broadened beyond his shoulders, his asscheeks hanging from him, distended out over his wobbly thighs. They projected out at least 10 inches from even thicker thighs.
 
Blue panted through his nose, masturbating freely now. His dick was surprisingly soft, slung down his pant leg, strained painfully by the crowded pair of nuts that drew the fabric taut. The sink’s faucet hung two feet above the basin’s drain. The cold steel drew his nipples into a stiff state. They felt positively massive. He slid his free hand beneath his heavy, jiggling knockers and felt just how big his teats were. They filled his hand. Not only that, puffy nodules covered his areolae. Stroking them sent pleasurable needles through him. His furry breast balloons drank up the water on their own now. His hips felt a strange sense of tension. His asscheeks, too, slowed. Blue stroked his tits, feeling the flesh becoming more firm as they became so swollen that the sink basins were filled to absolute capacity by his beachball sized breasts. Blue stroked an orgasm out of his chubby, spongey dick and lurched clumsily, slapping the valves shut and slid free from the tap. He writhed atop his wobbling tits, feeling a combination of cum and water gush down his thigh, splattering on the floor and leaving a slimey webbing between his womanly legs.
“Hhhnnhgh,” Blue said, lifting his gigantic breasts out of the kitchen sink. The jiggled wildly, popping out of the confines of the sink into a slightly ovoid shape, capped with areolae that punched out beyond half domes. His nipples were incredibly thick. They were fat, dusky puckers that were wider than his fists. The tanktop popped, threads shredding, but it held fast, stretched over each 25 inch wide mammary. He looked himself over and became even more horny. His heart was pounding so fiercely that his body jiggled even when he stood still.
He had to experiment. He had to do more. Blue clambered onto the edge of the kitchen sink. The washbasin and shelves were a partition in the middle of the dining room, so his legs could hang over the opposite edge. He peeled his slimy shaft out of the drum tight underwear.  “That’s better. Much more comfortable,” Blue said. His voice. He touched his lips. It wasn’t womanly, but something between, something more ambiguous.  He tried his falsetto, but what came out was bubbly and girly, “Let’s see if I can pump my dick up, too.” Blue giggled, holding his soft, floppy cock in both hands, and turned the water back on, feeling it heat back up after being left to wait. Blue’s soft asscheeks hung over the edge of the sink while he angled the tip of his dick into the stream. Water spiked down his dick, but was rejected by the pressure in the root of his dick. With the arch of his feet on the edge of the countertop, he lifted his wide hips, and the broad head closed in on the water spout.
He jerked away every time he felt the water penetrate him. He’d never done anything like this. It was so intense that it made his eyes tear up. It wasn’t painful, or at least, it didn’t hurt for long. It made all the tubes in him feel to bloat and draw tight. He worked more confidence into his dick, rubbing the spongy flesh into a firmer erection and started to pump his hips in time with his masturbation until he felt the gushing flow kiss the lips of his tip. He cried out, feeling the current connect to his fleshy circuit, pumping a gout down his dick that somehow filled his nuts. He felt tension in other glands, feeling a knot in his abdomen form. It felt good. He took a moment to appraise his dick, which looked stiff now, bloated especially beneath the wide crown of the glans.
Blue’s breasts wobbled across his chest. The massive orbs stroked his torso as they swayed, hanging down just above his navel. He could imagine the greasy smears they were leaving across his dwarfed chest as they oozed around the sides of his torso, only kept pinned forward and outward by his straining tank top. He turned the flow of the water down, and started fucking the faucet, feeling his glans strain terribly, but it was accepted by the rubbery 'lips’ of his dick. The flow made his dick vibrate intensely, making him jerk his hips, forcing his dick to take in the steel to the apex of its arch.
He lost a sense of himself again and kept fucking the faucet, feeling all the guts inside of him expanding. The knot within him must’ve been his prostate. It soaked up the fluid greedily. His bladder ignored it all, although he feel neediness in his loins that he desired deeply to release. Blue turned the flow back up and heard his urethra strain audibly, like a balloon being wrenched this way and that. The chambers of his dick drank deeply, ballooning wider and longer. The existing few veins across his dick pumped grossly, and new ones branched out like wiggling tubes, feeding more pressure into Blue’s now 15 inch long dick. He didn’t even have to pump his hips anymore. Infact, it was practically stuck between his pelvis and the shuddering metal faucet. Even when he wasn’t able to move his hips at all after his cock flesh had become so engorged, so angrily veiny that it was beginning to bend over the faucet’s arch, he merely stroked his dick, the motion causing his entire body to jiggle, ponderously balanced atop the sink.
His nuts slid lower the whole time, having grown ever larger, coming to rest in one of the basins, both packing his groin tightly. His underwear tore apart shortly after and the waistband snapped away like a tense rubber. Blue’s ballsac was tense, but not taut. He didn’t realize it, but by squeezing down so much on his spongy dick, he was milking the pressure into his nuts. Each fat nut was swollen as big as a basketball, but quite ovoid, like a pair of overengorged grapes the size of someone’s head and still developing. The sense of water coursing through his loins made him feel powerful, feel hyper-fertile. He worried when his nutsac began to tug at something in him deeply, and cut the flow. He wrenched at his dick, feeling the water suddenly displace into his guts and down into his nuts. The alien sensation made froze him, and the water surged back up into his dick like a party balloon, pushing its length back up the faucet hook and then some. Blue relaxed, and milked his dick, hand over hand, pushing water down into the already-taxed roots within him, making his taint expand forcibly. He definitely didn’t find the sensation of more bulginess crowding between his thighs unwelcome. While he clenched his cock, he slid it from the faucet tip at long last, blushing at the slimy, syruppy cord that connected the two.
Blue tucked his dick beneath his shirt, which just barely came to rest against his belly. That is unless he leaned back, then it yawned away from his body and his massive breasts oozed out beneath the hem of the tanktop. When he released his shaft, water surged back into it, making elongate back up to its 20 inch length, sliding between his tits. The flesh was raw from all the force he put it through. He shuddered, legs going slack, and would’ve fallen were it not for how wide a base his bloated body parts formed. He absentmindedly sawwed his puffy anus against the rim of the sink’s divider. Eventually though, the slimy cord that hung from the faucet’s lip reminded him he needed to cover up the disgusting evidence of his theft.  
He came down from the counter one leg at a time, and realized how clumsy he was being. While his new body felt fantastic, it had the same sense of using the wrong hand, a gauzy sort of glove covered his sense of balance, especially when his nuts stretched uncomfortably against the edge of the sink and flopped out , giving his thighs a noisy slap. Blue did what he needed to though, spritzing a cleaner all over everything he had touched and wiped it down. “Good as new,” he murmured, admiring his own femme voice. He got down on his hands and knees, picking up the tattered remains of his pants, picked up his clothes and retired to his bedroom. Blue stripped out of his tanktop and found that something as plain as walking felt lovely. His asscheeks rolled over his thighs, stroking them. They felt like weights within him, bubbly heaviness that pulled at his core, pulled at his hips and pelvis. The sense of great weight inside his loins, too, as she explored the palm-filling girth of his taint and the leaden sway in his packed nuts. There, too, was the sense of water sloshing around through the chambers of his body. If he squeezed his breasts, water pushed into his bumpy areolae and made his nipples stiffen and stretch longer while releasing them caused the pressure to equalize.
He swayed and wobbled a little while longer before he slid into bed, surprised again by just how fat his tits were as they rolled to either side of his chest beneath the covers. He wasn’t able to sleep for very long though. In his sleep, his dick stiffened up incredibly, and even drank from the rest of his body. His breasts shrank slightly, as did his lower body. The blanket drew away from his womanly body and up the thick, throbbing shaft. Warm, slimy cum oozed from the tip, soaking it through. A strange side effect of the drug made his sweat thicker, too. Blue awoke, covered in a thin layer of slime. “Ohhhh shit,” he whimpered, and sprang up, forgetting about his transformation until his dick slapped him in the face, 30 inches in length. A slimy, vaguely sugary pungency fogged up the room. He opened the door, opened a window and set a box fan up to air out his bedroom while he took his slopped, musky bedspread to the washer and heaved the heavy, soaked-through glop in and let it run.
Blue felt another pang deep within him and clenched the tip of his long, bendy dick. It helped stem another mess. He whimpered, shivering as he carefully let the clear syrup drool down his dick. He squeezed it between his tits, letting his body absorb the mess. He didn’t want to have to clean up another drop from the floor. He staggered into his bathroom and slapped his dick into the tub. He simply released and ground his knuckles into his taint, feeling all that slimy, clear gel pump out of him. Blue slid into the tub, and through bleary eyes, he witnessed his body deplete smoothly while a constant orgasmic stream half-filled the tub with slime. All that even while it was draining. With his feet, he turned on the shower and let it rinse off and away. He felt no thirst in the cleansing glow, and didn’t mind that his changes appeared to be entirely gone either. Ever needy though, even as a steady note of pain throbbed through him, he tried drinking from a shower hose, but found that his stomach filled. “I guess I need to take another pill,” Blue muttered. He thought back to his sister’s body. It wasn’t wishful thinking. His mind raced gleefully, thinking of how he was going to spend his free time from now on. For now, he set back into a dulled mood and did the laundry.  —
 
Red’s work was uneventful. Another day managing a diner at the city mall, she supposed. While she was on her lunch break, Blue was in the throes of fucking their kitchen faucet under the influence of stolen drugs. She checked her phone, happy to see that her replacement shipment was being hurried out already! She lost herself daydreaming about how well and how quickly they had worked, and planned on experimenting with different kinds of food and drink with the pills. Everything had water in it, she reasoned, and maybe the directions from the dubious company were poorly written. There’s no way anybody could be expected to suffer that thirst!
The fennec girl’s overly imaginative mind drove her to plan on trying out soda next. She blushed at the idea, and one of the regular customers, another employee elsewhere from the mall, giggled. “Head in the clouds again huh?” he said.
“Oh! Hey! I didn’t see you!” she replied. “Yeah, I’m just daydreaming about something silly.” “No, no. I often do that, too. Not much else to do around here. Hey, have you been working out?” She didn’t expect someone to notice already and sat up in her chair. He smiled. “Nnn! Wuh! You noticed?” Red giggled, even more sure about the medication than ever. “Yeah, I have been! New protein powder milkshakes actually taste good now, so it helps!” She blushed nervously, big fennec ears flitting about. “Oh, well I didn’t mean to alarm you. It’s good! I should really get back into that sorta stuff myself,” he said. “Well! Time’s wasting already. I swear, they only give us enough time to sit down for a minute and then we’re gone back to work. I’ll seeya around, Red!” The lanky feline man took leave. “Seeya around, Dagami,” Red bid, and she browsed the store from her phone, having someone get her groceries together for later.
 
The soda fountain broke down, spraying syrup everywhere. “What a fucking disaster,” Red muttered, helping everyone else clean it up. The soda-pop syrup came in cardboard boxes. Big bags of the stuff. Even the carbonated water dispensers had broken. Pools of the disgustingly saccharine slurry made their way out beyond the cash registers and the sign that apologized for the trouble, and yes, even water wasn’t available there.
Red was about to throw away some of the boxes just because they’d been made wet when she realized that she could probably make use of them. All she had to do was dry the cardboard off and put them in plastic bags. Everyone else was still busy, so she did just that and put them aside for later, and added a home soda machine to her grocery list…
Work was exhausting, but she felt tingly at her petty theft, reasoning that they were going to throw all that stuff out anyway! She’d bought extra gallons of milk, and even some protein powder to put on airs for her earlier lie in case Dagami spotted her, even though her deception didn’t matter. She was merely paranoid. People don’t buy work-out supplements after they’ve been training. Anyway, she loaded up the fridge and didn’t bother Blue. They often had different schedules. He worked from home.
Their relationship was close, often teasing one another and watching movies together, but lately things had just gotten so busy that they didn’t see eachother unless one or the other were on vacation. 'So it goes,’ she thought to herself, and settled in before bed with a glass of liquor, watching a movie. What she didn’t know was that Blue was still awake. He walked into the living room and said hello, “Oh, you’re asleep. Well! Off ya go to bed!” He picked his comatose sister up and carried her off to bed. He felt the nervousness for what he was about to do, feeling the subtle softness she’d given herself from the medication.
On her bedstand, she always kept a glass of water. He disrobed her and tucked her in, noticing the subtle curve of her chest. He was about to open a gel caplet when he remembered how intense the thirst was and thought better of it. The drug was still present in his body. His thoughts were distorted, but he tucked the amber pill into his palm and walked away.
He nosed around in the fridge, wondering what was up with all the soda syrup and noticed the DIY cola kit. What puzzled him more though, were the numerous jugs of milk packed into the fridge. There was no way they’d be able to finish all that off! He closed the door on the fridge and got his blankets out of the dryer. They still smelled a bit sweet through the detergent’s perfume, but he decided that it was good enough, at least for tonight, and bundled up in bed, having fitful dreams about familiar fennec women…