The Spectrum
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Chapter 3
Water/Liquid Inflation, Immobility
 
 
 
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Pinkie Pie's loft above Sugarcube Corner was quiet, although it never stayed that way for long. The riotous colors of scattered party decorations were beginning to brighten in the morning's light. Sheets were thrown about a bed, concealing a pink pony snoring loudly. A battered alarm clock ticked away the time, mechanism almost ready to *RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIING*. Pinkie leapt off of the bed in a burst of energy. Her tail whirled in the air behind her and she landed with a roll. She struck a pose and said, "Goood morning Ponyville." She removed her hoof from Gummy's box added, "You too, you silly thing." Gummy latched onto her flank as she trotted towards the window.
 
 
She pushed the window open, freeing several balloons. She waved with enthusiasm at the other early risers. They returned the favor and went about their business. She smiled and called out to a passing mail-mare. Derpy Hooves flew down to her window. "Hey, Hooves. Could you tell Mrs. Cake I won't be coming? I wouldn't do much again today." The pegasus saluted silently and sped off.
 
 
The party pony left the window open and turned towards the stairs. Something about her skin, however, seemed weird. It was uncomfortable everywhere and felt pinched in more than a few spots. She scraped a hoof along her leg and found it quite dry. "Hey Gummy!" She turned towards the gator attached to her. "Let's take a GIANT bath today!" The gator just blinked. Pinkie giggled and hopped down the hall.
 
 
The bathtub was fairly large, so Pinkie started the hot water early. Just hearing splashing on porcelain made her excited. She helped Gummy into his swimsuit: a full set of flippers and his miniature inner tube. In the middle of humming her favorite tune, she felt her throat had become parched. A trip the the kitchen, she thought, is in order. She patted the alligator on the head and rasped, "Watch the tub for me. Momma will be right back!"
 
 
Pinkie bounced off the steps and skidded to a halt in front of her fridge. Yanking it open, she quickly pulled out a pitcher full of ice-cold lemonade. Fresh lemon slices bobbed on top, courtesy of Mrs Cake. Staring at the chilled glass, a devilish idea came to her. She leaned from her spot and checked if anypony were watching. Seeing herself alone, Pinkie grinned and lifted the pitcher to her lips. The sugary sweet drink filled her mouth, with just enough sour to make her wince. A ghost crowd materialized, echoing through her head and cheering, "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" She smiled, swallowed, and took another draw. The cold sent shivers down her spine, but her thirst was quickly satisfied. Gulp after gulp of lemonade disappeared down her throat, until finally Pinkie was down to the bottom. Doubly sweetened drops fell from the rim onto her tongue. Finished, she dropped the container with a needy gasp. "Woo! Super Sorority Sisters forever!" She hadn't done that in years; her tummy puffed out a little.
 
 
Pinkie proudly turned from the kitchen and cantered back towards the bathroom. But before she could take the steps up, she checked her lips which were bothering her. Oddly enough, they were chapped and felt as dry as a desert. "Wowie," she said, "and I thought I was thirsty last night! Now I kinda feel like Pinkie Dry."
 
 
Making a beeline for the fridge again, she pulled out a carton of milk. The cool, refreshing cream flowed through her throat. It was over too quickly though, and she tossed the carton away. To Pinkie's confusion, she still felt parched. Oh well, she shrugged, stranger things have happened than being really thirsty. She casually reached into the fridge and pulled out a towering bottle of orange juice that the Cakes had left days ago. The entire thing was gone as fast as she could drink, every drop poured down her gullet. Pinkie breathed heavily and wiped her mouth. The cold of the fridge creeped over her and she shut it with a bump.
 
 
Pinkie Pie felt refreshed; the thirst was over. She breathed deep and stood up. Her shoulder flared up, paired with the familiar buzz of her Pinkie Sense. "You naughty gator, you started without me!" She took the stairs up three at a time.
 
 
Before she even reached the doorway, she knew something was wrong; the sound of water was far too loud for one showerhead. Pinkie turned the corner and saw the tub overflowing with water with a certain reptile floating on it all. "Ack! Didn't I tell you to stop this kind of thing?" She harrumphed and said, "Gummy, I am disappoint."
 
 
Walking into the shower's warm mist, she was drawn to the water spilling over the side. Time seemed to slow as she watched the waves wash over the side of the basin. The falling waves separated into series of streams. The streams broke into a cascade of drops.
Each and every drop fell to the wooden floor, echoing wetly through her head. Drop. Drop. Splash. Drop.
 
 
Pinkie chuckled nervously to herself and shuffled across to the faucet, water flowing around wherever she put her hooves. She placed a hoof to the handle and hesitated. The dryness was becoming uncomfortable, begging her to lean down and take a drink. A stray droplet broke her out of her thoughts and she looked up at the showerhead. Another drop of water caught her eye, this one falling agonizingly slow, and it landed right onto her outstretched tongue. It was only a little, but it was enough. Pinkie climbed on the tub's sides into the shower's stream, her mane wetting down, and yelled, "Come at me, H2O!" Her hoof jammed the shower to full blast.
 
 
The streams of water pushed heavily into Pinkie's mouth, who wasn't even trying to swallow in the downpour. Her stomach started to stretch from the sheer amount of water she was drinking, but she wasn't paying attention. It all sloshed around inside her, pleasurable tension building and releasing in spurts. A wave suddenly pushed at one her hooves, forcing one to slip. Pinkie held desperately onto the showerhead with her mouth, drinking lovingly, before the pipe bent itself shut.
 
 
She fell front-first into the tub with a great splash. Claws clamped onto her butt above the water. It was all around her. The world seemed so far away underwater; it was just her and her thirst there, and it burned so convincingly... She felt her jaw open, sucking water into her willing hole. The heat moved within her, spreading in her growing body. Above her the water level fell quickly, showing more and more of a very greedy pink pony. Her sides pressed lightly into the porcelain walls, and still she drank. A long minute passed and Pinkie was finally done. She lay in an empty tub with her pet and her thoughts. Her mind raced nowhere at a breakneck speed and every part of her shook excitedly. "That's better," she said.
 
 
Realizing just where she was, Pinkie Pie puffed and groaned before she popped out with a final heave. Her waterlogged gut jiggled on impact with the floor. She looked up at the broken shower and sniffled. "Oh no! How can we take a bath now?"
 
 
She looked sideways to Gummy. He stood still and blinked. Pinkie gasped, joy in her voice, “You're right, Gummy! We'll go find somepony who can lend us their tub for the day! There's guaranteed to be lots of generous ponies who can help.”
 
 
Pinkie scooped up her pet and tried to bounce out. Her legs collided with her bulging stomach, causing it to ache painfully. She decided to walk for now. Going through the main room, she detoured to the fridge and trotted away with a gallon of apple cider. "And one for the road!" she tried to say through the jug's handle. She flipped the opening into her mouth and downed it on her way out the door.
 
 
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Pinkie squeezed through the door, looking out for water to 'bathe' with. Her taut tummy swung beneath her, the liquids sloshing around.  A few ponies waved hello, but even more seemed to avoid her today; how rude! Unless... maybe they were just having a bad day or maybe they knew they were going to have a bady day and didn't want to involve her which is actually pretty considerate of they so maybe she should thank them instead of being insulted! Hmmmm. Nah. She kept up the Ponyville-wide search. In short time though, she happened upon a bright blue female pony watering a garden. Half-hidden by a row of hedges, Pinkie had a clear view of the hose and the crystal clear streams of water gushing from it.
 
 
"H-HEY THERE!" Pinkie shouted.
 
 
Pinkie's sudden shout startled the pony, who dropped the hose into a flower patch. "Oh, it's just you Miss Pie. What's the occasion? Another invitation?"
 
 
"Nope. Can we use your hose? Me and Gummy need to take a bath, but ours kinda broke." Pinkie crossed her back hooves and gave her best innocent smile.
 
 
The mare stared in confusion. "For a bath? Well, I suppose you can. I need to check on my children anyway, so help yourself." She trotted inside and left the swollen pony alone. Pinkie dashed around the hedge and took the hose's body in her mouth.
 
 
She mumbled through the obstruction, "Hurr Gummeh, hod nntu fhis." He opened his jaw and clamped onto the hose with a squish.
Pinkie was almost positioned in front of the makeshift shower when, ever so subtly, it shifted. The torrent of water arced gracefully through the air, cutting into the bright sunbeams. It pumped out into bunches of sparkling beads, dispersing slowly as they each traced a unique and elegant path through the air. Vivid rainbows shone in the cool spray. Pinkie swallowed slowly, painfully, pleadingly.
 
 
With a rasping gasp, she lunged at the hose and jammed the head in her mouth. It slid almost all the way to her throat, the soothing pressure pushing down into her waiting bulge. It stirred her insides in a way that she'd never felt before. It was an alien sensation, but... strangly pleasurable. Like a mass of butterflies tickling and dancing. Her bulging stomach started to expand again. The lovely, luscious, liquid soaked into her, overflowing her body's capacity. The feelings were too much for her Pinkie to handle, and she let her back legs give out. Her butt came crashing down right onto the spout. She felt it turn swiftly, followed by an ominous rushing noise. She braced herself as the hosepipe grew stiff in her mouth. The water's force spiked massively, belly ballooning out beneath her. Every nerve was on it's end and screaming for more, more water! The sudden bloating, however, must have been too much; her belly crushed against the spout and pushed it into the building. The flow stopped almost immediately.
 
 
"Oops." She blushed and kicked the pressure off. "I'll have to apologize for that. Maybe with something over from Sugar Cube Corner." She threw Gummy up onto her back and fought to move her quaking mass back out into Ponyville. The pink pool of water beneath her swirled and sloshed with every minor movement she made.
 
 
Ponyville had to have at least one place to take a decent bath, or at least a shower, which was weird because she'd been able to do it before. Everything seemed oddly quiet today, most ponies staying in or running from place to place. It kind of made want to play a game of hide and seek before she looked down at her immense form. She ran her tongue around her parched mouth and said, "I might be able to hide as a boulder... or a cloud."
 
Blazing inspiration and a booming thunderclap rolled over her, and Pinkie turned her eyes to the sky. Sure enough, a massive thunderhead was hanging on the horizon, unleashing it's load onto the ground below. It never crossed her mind that it was an unscheduled, merely that it was magnificent. She cheered at her luck and rushed, as well as such a large pony could rush, towards the center. The roar of heavy rain grew with every second and soon she was at the edge of a once-in-a-decade stormcloud. The torrential downpour was deafening, but every light spatter of a raindrop sent chills of anticipation down her spine.
 
Pinkie opened her mouth and let the rain fill her. She drank in the storm and felt wash away her painful thirst. The water welled in her throat, the furious efforts to swallow it all useless. Her stomach started to expand, churning her insides and twisting her thoughts. Water poured incessantly over her gut, conflicting with her growing pressure. Even if the shower ended now at least she'd be clean and happy. Her hair stood on end and her nerved fired everywhere.
 
Pinkie paused her binge and just felt the rain impact against her belly. The size of it was so strange to her. A good portion of her tummy rested along the ground and extended around her. She raised a hoof and slapped at it. Waves spread across her hide and sent ripples of pleasure over her. She hastily opened her mouth to the rain, where she gave herself back to the thirst.
 
 
It wasn't a minute later that her Pinkie Sense picked up something strange. Hating to tear herself from the storm that filled her so well, she shot a glance up the hill. A ways away but approaching fast, a wagon flew . On it's coattails, a massive boulder colored yellow and white barreled down. Perhaps the most distressing detail was that they were headed directly at Pinkie Pie. With a squeal, she tried the throw herself out of the way. The bulbous belly shifted slightly, burbling in displeasure. As she gained momentum, however, it gained a life of it's own and started to drag Pinkie along. Her hooves left the ground; unable to control herself, she went into a free roll.
 
 
The world spun, colors mixing together, earth and sky dancing as one and two. Pinkie felt the water rise in her throat with every swift squish of her body-balloon. Luckily, a tree stood in her way, adamant to stop the dangerous rolling Pinkie was trapped in. A great crash sounded, and she felt herself pushed into her soft folds. The impact had shaken her in many ways, and she looked at the sky in a daze. She mumbled past her giant gut, "So thirsty... Need a bath so bad. W- why can't I ever- *gulp* ...need water." Exertion had taken it's toll on her. Her mouth felt bone dry, every breath hot and needy.
 
 
Recollecting herself as best she could, Pinkie sloshed right side up. Searching desperately for water, ANY source of that refreshing draught, she spotted the perfect place. "Of course! The dam!" Only a short walk away, the dam held back almost an entire lake. All that water, just for Pinkie... It made her throat tingle just thinking about what she'd do. She waded through her pool of flesh towards the reservoir. The walk went at a snail's pace, every moment without drinking another eternity. Exhausted and out of her mind with need, she eventually found her way to the top. The tranquil surface of the reservoir reflected the midday sky. The wind drew soft patterns in the center. Waves broke against the beaches, their peace so far removed from boiling turmoil inside Pinkie.
 
 
Gummy, who had been hiding in her hair for a while, jumped down into the water. Pinkie eagerly scooted her gigantic belly over the edge. Gravity pulled at her, rolling her down the steep incline toward the peaceful lake below. "PINKIEBAAALL!" The splash extended several stories up and she found herself submerged in Ponyville's largest water supply. Surrounded by it all. She would never be ready for everything, but she opened her mouth and tried.
 
 
The effect on the lake was almost immediate. Subtle shifts in the flow, and water started gravitating towards Pinkie's section. The dam's production sputtered and slowed as flow was 'diverted' away. Something was growing underwater, absorbing a staggering amount of the lake's silvery load. Waves reached lower on the beach, water level sinking dramatically.  In an instant, a pink island burst from the depths, sending water flying over shores and embankments. It stretched from one edge to the center of the reservoir, holding almost an entire lake inside the elastic belly of an overjoyed pony.
 
 
An absolutely soaked Pinkie Pie sat on top, drumming her hooves on her enormous belly. She hiccuped and giggled in bursts. The thirst, that primal need, was softened and weak. Gummy walked over her, claws sinking into her, and plopped next to Pinkie. "Yeaaah," she cried. "Woo-hoo! That was the BEST. BATHTIME. EVER!" The reptile just blinked. Pinkie laughed and wiggled around her spot. "So, same time next week?"