Cassie Has a Soak (fin) (Patreon)

Slowly but certainly, the world outside the shower cubicle resolved into the sounds of the pool Cassie had become familiar with over the last hour. In the distance, outside the changing room her large ears could pick up the sound of the otter swimming laps. The teenagers playing games. If she focused, she could hear the bubbling of the spas and the bustle of the pool’s store selling hot chips to needy customers. Her hurried panting slowed to a steady breath and her ears strained for the sounds of anyone coming after her. Seconds turned into minutes and nobody came, no ‘hello miss?’ called from the entrance of the changing rooms, nothing. Maybe she had made a clean break, she wondered. Clean enough.

Drip.

A solitary droplet of water fell onto Cassie’s stomach, causing the doe to shiver a little as the cold water slid down the front of the large, sloshing dome. With her heartbeat slowing and her breath steady, the doe felt she had time to examine what exactly was going on with her. It had to be something about what she had done to her stomach those years ago, there was no other explanation. Images slid through her mind like beads of water floating through oil; a box of colourful balls and the steady red blinking of her video camera. She had been excited that day, she swallowed every orb in the container and drank heavily from her water bottle. The orbs were made from some gel-like expanding material. They grew in her stomach and for her audience the chubby doe expanded inch by inch, the rolls of her fat smoothing out in front of their eyes. That had been the day things had gone too far.

When the  bloated, squishy balls didn’t leave her stomach, when Cassie retained the stretched gut that made her look pregnant, seeing a doctor was a matter of urgency that overrode her hesitation and humiliation. She was lectured sternly on how the balls were never meant to be eaten and that she could have burst her stomach and had a whole other kind of emergency. As it was, however, none of the doctors could really say what did happen to the water absorbing balls. From that day on, she just looked big, and felt squishy. It would have been a hit for her youtube page but after having to explain herself to her parents and peers she was too mortified to go back to it.

Well, as Cassie’s hands roamed across the bloated expanse of her stomach, hefting its liquid weight and hearing the loud sloshing noise as it fell back down with a wet plap onto her thighs, the doe thought she had some idea where the water absorbing orbs had gone. Once again she leaned to the side, looking over her bloated love handles to where her ass and thighs had ballooned, growing from athletic to simply fat. That was new. It was possible over time the water absorbing properties of the little gel balls had found their way into new areas of her body. Immersing herself in water for prolonged periods of time was probably activating their effects, she was somehow absorbing the water.

Drip.

Another drop of water slid across the dome of her stomach, and another. Cassie fancied she could see them being absorbed into her, feel her stomach grow. But it wasn’t likely from such a small amount, not with how big she was already. The shower stall was thankfully quite large, enough that it could contain her, which was impressive since she felt like she had definitely absorbed a small bathtub’s volume of water already. She was twice the doe she had been when she entered the pool and it showed on her sloshing, wobbling figure. A familiar, needy heat arose between her legs and this time, Cassie didn’t push it away. She was in a private place, after all.

If I can’t explore my body a little here, she asked herself, where can I?

The doe had always been turned on by growth. Even the permanently bloated nature of her stomach - oh she hoped this would all wash away somehow, she couldn’t imagine what life would be like if this was permanent. That needy tingle between Cassie’s legs burned with the thought. Permanent. If she was stuck like this, her body a ruined, sloshy blimp forever. Her cheeks burned with the idea. It was so fucking hot. Before she realised it, one hand was already slipping beneath the fold of her belly and in between her thighs, stoking the blush plastered across her cheeks.

Drip.

She was massive. A big fat cow. That was right. Even her breasts had grown a little, and the telltale sloshing of the water had followed there too. In fact, the only things that hadn’t seemed to grow at all were her arms. She wondered how out of proportion she would look, what excuses would she give at new job interviews. She wondered if she would she even fit in a normal chair. Another burning, fiery pulse of need pushed through her and Cassie’s fingering of herself became more urgent, needy. She was nothing but a big fat water balloon, the only thing she was good for was growing. Without realising it, her other hand scrabbled across the wall until she found the water knobs and after a moment the shower was turned on, full blast.

It was a shock, at first. Over the feeling of her body adjusting to the sudden cool water, and then the warm, Cassie could feel something else. Growth. She let out a growl of frustration, hopefully drowned out by the water as she rode the edge of orgasm but was denied that final release. Her stomach slowly pushed outwards in front of her once again, sloshing, churning, bubbling. The sound of water hitting her gut sounded like rain against a tarp but her body was primed now. Just as with the spa, she was no longer absorbing water at a slow pace but a rapid one. The growing of her bloated love handles pushed her hand from between her legs, prompting another frustrated growl from Cassie who began to desperately hump at her own stomach. Now her hands were grabbing at her sides, pulling in time to her thrusts and needy humps.

While the doe felt like a sponge, and all thought of the outside world was lost to her, the physical effects on Cassie’s body were still happening. The shower was blasting a steady stream of warm water directly across her stomach which took the brunt of the bloating, growing like a marshmallow in a microwave. It seemed to expand in every direction at once. The bloated, pregnant look she had once had was lost to the heavy folds that formed across her waterlogged gut as it sloped downwards, dragged down by gravity. It wasn’t as heavy as water by itself, thankfully as Cassie would never have been able to carry such a weight, but it was still heavy and the doe whimpered as it pulled her forward to squish against the front of the shower cubicle. Room was rapidly diminishing as the rest of the doe’s physique was not immune from the growth with her ass and thighs starting to pick up the pace once again. Slim, muscled legs became wobbling, fat ham hocks that bloated outwards to an absolutely comical ass which shredded the last of her swimsuit with ease. Those massive, sloshing cheeks seemed to be absorbing what her stomach couldn’t, keeping a pace with the sloshing orb but never out matching it. Finally, her breasts, growing and sloping down to either side of her gut, decorated by puffy nipples which seemed to be leaking body temperature water, only making the doe more desperate to reach orgasm with lactation now entering the flurry of sensations in her head. Her arms too had begun to grow, absorbing the water that fell on them to turn into fatty, pillowy limbs but they too struggled to match the weight and mass of the doe’s stomach or ass.

It was one of two things which eventually pushed Cassie over the edge. The first was a hand, pulled up from gripping the side of her stomach which she mercilessly humped at, panting and gasping for breath. That beige furred hand slid across the side of her left breast and her fingers brushed a newly sensitive, newly expanded areola. Another explosion of sensation pulsed through her sex-addled mind, driving her to the edge at the same time that the shower cubicle door, unable to withstand the pressure of the massively bloated doe, burst open. Whether it was the sensitive skin of her nipple being brushed or the realisation that she had allowed herself to grow so massive that she broke a shower door which pushed Cassie to orgasm, she would never know. All she knew was that one moment she was pleasuring herself in the relative privacy of the shower stall, the next she was shuddering with bliss while spilling out of it.

One gasp later and the doe quickly pulled herself together enough to look around the changing room - empty. The gods were kind! She didn’t bother to turn the shower off, she wasn’t sure she could still reach the knobs. Now, pouring out of the cubicle like a wet, fluffy avalanche she found herself staggering into the room, barely able to walk and certainly struggling for balance. Panting and struggling for air, the doe’s gut rested on the ground in front of her when she bent over to catch her breath. Her cheeks were burning bright red, she was simply the fattest person she had ever seen. As the glow of her orgasm began to fade, more practical thoughts started to surface.

How the fuck am I going to get home?!

Sodden, massive and still very visible, the doe began the slow but frantic waddle to her locker. First she had to dry off. Then she had to pray that some of her clothes still fit her.