Steam rose from the street, billowing up in a reverse waterfall of rainbow light, countless art installations and the occasional ad already overtaking the setting Sun's light pouring upon steel, solar panel, and grassy hill. Here, so close to the city's industrial center, heat and moisture made every tree bloom year-round, and the hum of machinery buried in underground chambers rumbled through Flurry's feet like a massage. He took this route every time he visited the local Engimart. The gardens and floating art galleries were beautiful, but the ceaseless heartbeat of the city was what made the walks pleasant. It was easy to fantasize about what matter of things went on down below.

	Products of every description emerged from the factories. Some went on to be sold in Engimart, or some other shop in the districts nearby. Others were reserved for luxury spas and even off-world hotels, fabulously expensive wonders of technology that promised bliss and satisfaction with glowing guarantees. Every week, Flurry would see some new magic being advertised, and walk to Engimart, wondering if that peaceful purr or thunderous growl beneath his soft foot-pads was the sound of the precious trinkets coming into existence.

	This evening, however, there was something strange about the hum. Thanks to his larger than average feet, the white-furred rabbit could tell the moment he left the soundproofed, climate-controlled supermarket that the factories suffered. Groans of metal and the sound of chemicals burbling was powerful enough to even reach his ears.

	“Some idiot shut off the valve!”

	“Hurry!”

	A gaggle of visor-wearing, silver-suited workers rushed past the Engimart, and headed for one of the entrances. Curious, Flurry followed them. Perhaps, he thought, he could even catch a glimpse of what went on in the mysterious guts of the city!

	He had made it as far as the entrance, trying to catch up to the herd of workers, when he felt something on the sole of his foot.

	“Oh, come on...”

	He was so used to walking through the misty place, he never even looked down, and now, he was standing in the middle of a dark blue puddle! The faint scent of candy drifted from the entrance everyone was piling into. The wet stuff he managed to stomp into felt cool, so it had to be fresh from some machine or another. A warning sign suddenly materialized overhead. Craning his neck, Flurry could just make out the words 'chemical spill' and 'replicating' before a strong paw gripped his shoulder.

	“You're lucky you're wearing those fluffy boots. Ollie got some in his mouth when the pipe geysered, and now he's a freaking water balloon.” a panther in protective gear sighed. “You'd better head home. We'll have to shut down the gardens to clean this up.”

	“Ah. Yeah. Of course.” Flurry smiled nervously, the little blue heart on his cheek shivering.

	Flurry was not about to tell the big cat what he thought were boots were his bare feet. It was bad enough the bunny stumbled into this! He picked up his pace, hoping to wipe the blue gunk off on the grass before anyone noticed, or whatever it was seeped into his skin. The fresh veggies in his backpack tumbled against each other as he went, trying to keep his eyes off the clean-up crew.

	Their silver suits shone brightly under industrial lights, the crowd pulling something from one of the other entrances. Flurry stole a glance, and stopped dead in his tracks. It was not something, but someone. The coyote was fat beyond words, simply round as a planet, his skin taught and blue, the nipples dark splotches and the navel a deep well. The bloated creature, more blueberry than canine, wobbled, countless gloved paws struggling to rock him onto his front. He looked ecstatic. The reason was obvious: the coyote's spherical belly was squishing down upon a throbbing erection as thick as Flurry's hips! Squirts of shimmering blue escaped the bloated cum-slit, gallons of juice leaving him with every rock from his rescuers.

	When at last they succeeded in turning him so he lay on his belly, the coyote's cheeks were bulging, blueberry filling pouring from between plump lips. Even his eyes, half-closed in bliss, had an odd, azure tint to them. Flurry could not help but chuckle at the way the boy's claws wriggled, his arms all but engulfed in his bulk. It looked like he was having a lot of fun. Maybe even too much fun. Perhaps, all that juice sloshing inside him was too much for him to handle, and even now, he was creaking, his hide begging him to release all that pent-up goo.

	The rabbit shook his head, banishing the beginnings of a lewd fantasy from his mind. He had to get home, make dinner, and get a quick shower to wash off the blue gunk. There would be time for a little daydream or two later. Flurry did have a few videos he wanted to watch before bed.

	The rest of his journey home was uneventful. It was rare to see anything break in the city, and the news bombarded Flurry with dozens of shots of the swollen coyote the minute he walked in. Multiple angles of deep blue, wet fur, stretching sides, plump paw-digits, and juice-gushing muzzle flashed over the bunny's TV screen.

	“How did I forget to turn that off? Off, off!” Flurry waved at the entertainment box with one paw while he tried to shove as much of his groceries into the fridge as he could with the other.

	It was peculiar just how much juice he managed to track into the apartment even after wiping the goo off. Large, splotchy prints marked wherever his foot stepped down, and he swore he could hear a little 'plop' of fresh blue squishing between his toes wherever he went! Hopping on one foot so as not to drag the azure goop over the carpet, Flurry headed for the bathroom. Shower first, he decided. Then, he would finish with the groceries and clean up his footprints. Stripping off his t-shirt and shorts, it soon became obvious that somehow, a little juice got on his clothes, too. Droplets of blue glistened on his white fur and dotted the fabric. Sighing, Flurry threw the clothes to the floor. The stains would be difficult to get out. At least, a hot shower would wash the color off his fur.

	As the bathroom filled with steam, the rabbit kept looking down. Swirls of blue kept draining off him, and the smell of blueberries, so thick his head swam, seemed to send a cyan mist up with the warm air. In spite of himself, Flurry's paw found his member. He felt himself throb, growing erect, the heat of the water and the scent of synthetic dessert filling summoning images of the big coyote right there in front of him. If he closed his eyes, Flurry could just about feel the hot, blue hide wobbling beneath his paw-pads. The pulse of his pleasure reminded him of the way the creature jiggled, his weight, mostly liquid, sloshing within.

	He came to his senses just as the bliss of cumming reached its peak. Chuckling at the little fantasy that got the best of him, Flurry grabbed a bar of soap hanging from the shower by an old-style rope, and lathered his fur. Bubbles and scrubbing soon helped cover the darker, almost midnight blue swirling down the drain. By the time he emerged, clean and white as freshly fallen snow, Flurry's afterglow subsided, and he decided everything was behind him. Checking over his left foot, he wriggled his toes, before bounding back into the kitchen, careful to avoid where the juicy footprints marred the tiles.

	“I wonder what would get rid of this stuff...” he said to himself as he deposited kale and carrots into their separate bins.

	Surprisingly, a simple paper towel did the trick. True, each sheet swelled up and shone wetly, but the floor was back to its shiny glory in moments. Flurry found himself staring at the towels in his paw. The color was so intense. And they squished so pleasurably between his digits...

	“What the heck?”

	The towels went into the trash. Flurry flopped down on the couch, and brought the television up to the porn videos he had saved. This strange night kept bringing him weird urges and far, far more lust than he expected. He was a bunny, and no slouch, but he just pawed himself, and already, he was a shivering, horny mess!

	“Blueberry One.” he said, relaxing into the pillows.

	His cock lay on his soft belly fur already, half-hard. Simply speaking the words had him as erect as he was in the shower, and then some. It felt like the skin was stretching around his member with every pump of his veins, and the way they stood out reminded him instantly of the blueberry coyote's dick. He licked his lips, and concentrated on the screen.

	The video's scenery was simple: a cream-paneled room, probably a special studio just for this sort of thing, gilded pillows in a pile at one corner, and a large mirror in another. There was a shimmer of movement as unseen paws adjusted the frame. Flurry drew in a breath, rubbing over his length, his blue eyes glued to the screen as the star walked on.

	The jerboa sauntered in, his naturally long legs and large, impressively well-cushioned feet making the tiny camera tremble. His large ears were draped over his shoulders, half-hiding his face as he bent down, tail lashing upwards in a slow curve that accented the softness of his rump. When he stood up, his butt barely seemed to shrink on screen. This must have been before his hibernation. Flurry watched the jerboa show off the little blueberry he picked up from the pile of pillows as he pretended to examine it, his wide, brown eyes practically reflecting the orb. There was a moment of thought, a pause that always made Flurry's toes clench in anticipation. The jerboa on-screen swallowed the blueberry, and instantly, a light blue tinge of color appeared on his nose.

	What followed did not look much like what happened to the coyote. Everything was fake. Still, the pleasured cries of the handsome jerboa boy plunging a dildo into himself as his belly rounded out and he turned blue from his ears down to the tuft of his long tail were pleasant enough. If he focused on the fantasy, Flurry could almost swear he smelled blueberry again. Groaning, he sped up his pawing. The jerboa on-screen bloated out nicely, approaching double his previous size, cheeks bulging with juice, eyes rolled up in his head, simply sitting atop the dildo like a water balloon, his big feet twitching, as if trying to hop. His dick was a comically swollen thing, more like a horse-cock than a rodent's maleness, the ballsack a big, shiny melon growing closer to the camera. In the mirror, a part of his back could be seen, the flanks of him shivering, jiggling, rolls of fat building, then smoothing out as the blueberry filling took over.

	“Ohhh...” Flurry shuddered, a spike of pleasure running through him, his paws both squeezing down on his length, his hips thrusting up from the couch.

	And then, he saw it. His left foot was, once again, covered in blue. With a startled cry, the rabbit sat up, waving for the video to stop, blinking furiously, hoping it was all a trick of the light. But, the color remained. He looked like he dipped his left foot, up to his ankle, in vibrant blue paint. It looked even fresher than it had when it was just some juice on his pads!

	Flurry leaned forward, grabbed a hold of his own foot, and groaned, flopping back onto the couch, his grip tight on the sole of his foot. He felt the pressure of his claws, the squeeze on his pads, even the fur around his digits! Even stranger, he felt more give than usual. Slowly, even as he massaged his limb, aroused and panicked in equal measure, it swelled. The smell of blueberries was overwhelming now. There could be no mistake. He was filling up with juice.

	“I gotta... call this in... or something!” the bunny panted, eyeing the phone sitting on the counter in the kitchen. “Maybe...”

	The color spread over his white fur inexorably, progressing from dark midnight at the very tips of his foot-claws to a slight hint of cloudless sky over his fluffy white thigh. His foot swelled, paw-pads first, each sensitive pillow bloating up with liquid. Not to be outdone, his heel was soon twice its normal size. Flurry squeezed over it, and felt a slosh, his paws coated in juice. His skin was not so much sweating as simply exuding it. Cautiously, he lifted a paw to his mouth. The taste lingered on his tongue, overpowering sweetness with a fruity tang. He tasted good!

	In the end, temptation won. It was so much more comfortable to just sit on the couch, nursing his swollen foot, chuckling at the way the filling slowly spread. His lust demanded he wait just another moment. It would be worth it. Paws covered in blueberry juice, Flurry continued massaging his foot with one while the other strayed down to his crotch. The rabbit saw his inner thigh's color shifting as he pawed himself, his legs spreading, humps growing more forceful.

	Flurry watched curiously as his thigh ballooned. In a way, it felt like putting on weight. For all he knew, it was his fat cells that were somehow filling up. But, the sensation, like being a water balloon, came with infinitely more sensitivity. A squeeze along his rump, and the bunny rolled over to hump the couch pillows, eyes closing of their own accord, his large left foot kicking off the couch, the juices within making the whole limb wobble and jiggle about. He came to his senses when his buttocks began to rub against each other peculiarly, wobbling bigger than basketballs, faint squelches of juice coming from his tail. Dimly, he realized his single paw could no longer wrap around his cock. The swelling passed over his lower body, catching on his other leg. Even his right foot was now a midnight blue balloon of juices.

	“Alright... I gotta... get up...”

	Still struggling to masturbate, Flurry shuffled his soft, heavy lower body up. More pear-shaped than he was used to, he fell off the couch, landing on his big rump with a gasp. While his eyes rolled like dice from the strange sensations rippling over his  blueberry-stuffed legs and thighs, he got a good luck at his cock and balls.

	They, too, slowly filled. While he humped the couch, splashing juices over it like the helplessly horny bunny he was, his scrotum became a dark blue grapefruit-sized bag, and his dick, normally more modest, approached a foot in length, the head pulsing, fiercely navy in color and shiny with blueberry juice.

	“Oh my god...” Flurry whispered, and his balls sloshed forward, the whole sack simply lurching bigger by a gallon in the time it took him to draw a breath to cry out.

	He grit his teeth, eyes clenched shut, and waited for the sudden growth spurt to pass. The waves of bliss washing over him every time he squeezed his swelling dick grew intense. He felt his bulging member's tip hit the floor, more than two feet away. His balls were like cantaloupes. And, his legs... Flurry shuddered, toes wriggling. The rabbit's sizable feet became more than that; his pads felt like blueberries! Round, fat, ripe, juice seeped from them over the floor in heavy dribbles.

	There was no way he could make it across the room to grab his phone. Flurry doubted he could take a step without squirting blueberry-flavored cum, at this point. Just watching his trim belly 'glorp' and 'slorsh' up before his eyes, his innards heavy with warm juice, the bunny had both of his paws wrapped around as much of his log of a cock as he could manage, jiggling in place. He squeezed his bloated thighs together, his ballsack rubbing between his knees, his feet slapping against each other as he tried to thrust up. His dick, fully hard once more, produced a steady stream of juice, reaching so high he had to extend his arm fully just to touch the glans. Flurry felt like a stallion. If the growth stopped there, he would be thrilled!

	But, whatever this bizarre chemical spill was, the dose he absorbed refused to slow down its changes. Flurry's belly rounded out, a gurgling pregnancy of blue. His chest softened, then grew heavy, the ever-replicating stuff seeking more room to expand. He fattened and sloshed in place, soon stuck with his swelling back against the couch, his balls pumping against the coffee table, and his once-tiny pecs pressing into his chin.

	Not a single whisker remained white. Flurry was a perfect blue, from ears to toes. If he struggled, he could still see the tips of his foot-claws. Not that he needed to. A single clench reminded him they existed, the pressure building up in them bouncing them up the minute he relaxed, making him gasp out in pleasure. If he could just reach, he could play with them more! But, movement of any sort was becoming difficult. Flurry's arms shivered, biceps momentarily growing bigger, before with a heavy slap, the weight of juice brought his forearms down to his bloated sides.

	He could no longer pleasure himself. Where before, he could shove his paws under his gut and try to squeeze along his dick, now Flurry's digits were each swollen big as his wrist, flapping uselessly along his belly. The juice pooled oddly. Sitting mostly upright, Flurry's lower body flared out, while his upper still maintained some semblance of its ordinary shape, if much, much larger and taut with the press of blueberry juice.

	In between gasps, Flurry belched, and tasted himself. He was delicious, a deep, powerful flavor, truly ripe. He shuddered, and tried to hump in place. His buttocks clenched with a wet slap along the floor, his balls pushed against the coffee table, and his cock, stuck at an angle thanks to his round belly and equally round scrotum, bobbed furiously. The bunny groaned, and a splatter of juice hit the far wall, up near the ceiling.

	“Oh god... oh god... play the video! Resume!”

	If he was going to be a titanic blueberry, he would enjoy it however long it lasted! Flurry tried not to think about what would happen when the stuff inside him ran out of room. For the moment, his hide stretched easily, and his arousal kept him quite busy trying to rub his dick and his sensitive swell of belly and balls with all sixteen paw-pads.

	He could never succeed, of course. Moving his heavy limbs was impossible, and his ankles and wrists were encased in what felt like tingly restraints, far more weight than his muscles could ever hope to budge. Still, even the attempt sent rumbles of bliss over his bulk.

	The video on-screen continued toward its conclusion. The jerboa on screen looked so tiny in comparison to Flurry. The rabbit chuckled breathlessly. His belly was so big, it formed a horizon past which the rabbit had to shove to see. His breasts, rounded fully, sloshed with his effort, the areolas spread wider than dinner plates. He could feel his chest and his belly becoming one. The boy on-screen, too, looked like he was approaching that juncture: his perky nipples now adorned a blue swell, which was rapidly swallowing his thighs and arms. He looked lighter than Flurry, and when he rolled up to shove his belly against the floor, the rabbit snorted with amusement. Even shifting his weight forward a little to see the pretty jerboa shake and hump in place was labor! Sweat dripped across Flurry's face, tickling the icy blue heart on his left cheek. It was the lightest shade on him now, Flurry was sure of that!

	Flurry felt his back rounding out more. His spine was disappearing into the blueberry jelly his hide now contained, the filling stretching his flanks growing over him. The couch behind him slowly moved, inch by inch, marking the bunny's transformation. Just like the jerboa, he was becoming nothing more than a berry. But, then, Flurry thought, not like the jerboa at all. The handsome desert rodent looked no worse for wear. Flurry knew what the coyote he saw inflated up to his limit felt. As he felt his arms and legs straightening, the joints forced into the unnatural posture by the abundance of juice, he moaned, and another load of blueberry splattered the wall before him. It looked closer now.

	Flurry's tail sank into the swelling. He felt it simply pop into the bloating hide between butt-cheeks and back, only the very tip of it twitching still, juice gushing over it. Flurry felt like he was evening out, more of his swollen body a reservoir rather than a balloon. From his new vantage point, rising on a bed of rump, he could watch the screen more comfortably.

	The jerboa's tail slapped the wall behind him, still quite active, the tuft a beautiful sky-blue. The desert rodent swelled only a little larger, his big feet alternating between drumming the floor and rubbing over his large gut, slowly rolling forward to show off the way it flared. The video drew to a close. Flurry could not help but chuckle breathlessly through a mouthful of blueberry. That cute boy barely even grew! If the jerboa had the real thing happen to him, he would not just be rubbing over himself. Flurry could barely even tap his own swollen bulk at this point with his claw-tips!

	“Uh oh! Looks like someone got big!”

	Flurry's eyes widened. Aqua! The otter came home early! And, not only did he not cook much of anything for dinner, he was taking up the whole living room like a blueberry blimp! There was no way he could hide what happened.

	“How did you even get like that?” his girlfriend walked around the rabbit, shaking her head.

	“Blurb! Blueberry spill... near the factories!” Flurry managed to gasp out, flushing a deeper shade of blue around his cheeks.

	“I warned you about going through that place!” Aqua sighed, and sat on the coffee table, which now creaked, rammed up against the wall. “When I saw that coyote on the news, I figured you'd be excited, but I had no idea... how does it feel? You're not uncomfortable, right? No chance of... you know... boom?”

	Flurry tried to think. He was horny, and there was quite a lot of pressure, and he could cum again at any moment, but no, he was sure there would be no pop to end his growth. If anything, his stretchy hide could handle a few hundred gallons more, he was sure! The replicating blueberry filling seemed to have a wonderful effect on his skin. If he was not colored differently than usual and unable to move, he would have said he felt better than ever! He burbled happily and shook his head, no, he was not going to blow.

	“Good. Because I'm going to tease you SO much for getting into this!” the otter's thick tail slapped the coffee table, and she was up on her feet, pressing her webbed paws against his bulk, testing his hide, rubbing. “I bet you'd make for a good trampoline now...”

	Flurry managed a weak 'eep' when Aqua's paw reached his areola, stretched until it was just a slightly darker splotch over his blue planet of a body. Juice poured wherever she pressed, soaking her paws. Aqua laughed, smearing the blueberry filling over him in wide circles, then straying down to where his cock pulsed like a massive log. He came just from her bumping against his length, a thick stream of azure jizz splattering the wall, adding to the stuff beginning to pool all over the living room.

	“I could smell blueberries all the way across the hall, you know.” the otter leaned in, kissing his belly, then rising on her tiptoes, hopping up to give the bunny's nose a quick peck. “I bet you could flood the whole building... wanna try?”

	It was difficult to nod. What little of Flurry's neck was not engulfed in his expanding body bulging with juice. Still, he did his best, gently wobbling his swelling cheeks against the sides of his nonexistent chest and shoulders.

	“Alright, alright. You look like a waterbed when you do that... let's get you juiced.” Aqua looked over him, then over his cock. “Looks like you've got the heaviest concentration around your feet, your lower belly, and that big, bloated cock. Good!”

	She straddled his member, swinging her leg over the immense dick, standing on his enormously swollen feet. That was enough to have him jiggling about again. With the two of them rocking and humping, he was at last relieving the pressure faster than it built. Squeezing him with her thighs, Aqua removed her shirt, then unclasped her bra, rubbing her blueberry-stained paws all over her belly and chest, then simply hugging unto his gut, rubbing her cheek over the smooth, shiny surface. When Flurry's eyes were not fluttering closed with the force of his cum hosing down the wall, he watched her beautiful fur sloughing off blueberry juice. The stuff gushing from him must have been only so concentrated. Aqua's river weasel coat kept the worst of the color from seeping into her skin, though eventually, as she humped and groaned to match his own internal gurgling and sloshing, her whiskers and much of her front stained as dark as the bunny.

	“How's that? Better?”

	Flurry nodded. He could nod, now! His cheeks shrank, and mercifully, his chest was mostly back to normal. Even his arms and paws could move! If anything, the rabbit's lower body was even more terrifically bloated. His belly wobbled about before him, pushing his girlfriend to the far wall, and his feet felt like they contained pool-loads of juice. His rump stubbornly refused to shrink to a more manageable size, leaving with with a body shape like a grotesque pear. Not that Flurry minded. With the attentions Aqua showered on his swollen gut and her squeezing, strong swimmer's thighs over his fat cock, the rabbit was in heaven. If this was all the juicing she could manage, Flurry would not complain!

	Still, she kept working at him. Eventually, her skirt and panties flew off into the lake of blueberry-flavored jizz taking over the apartment, and she was as naked as the rabbit. The minute he could awkwardly lift his feet, Flurry shuffled and shook his way backwards to flop onto the soaked couch with a splash. Legs up, balls barely shrunk to the size of beanbag chairs, he had her stuck between his stomach and his member. Aqua wrapped her tail around what she could of his dick, and rubbed herself against him.

	“Ready to really be juiced?” she asked.

	“Yes! Oh god, yes!” Flurry shivered in excitement.

	He knew what was coming. As his body slowly shrank, becoming merely couch-sized, the otter could at last think about taking his length. Most of the juice now pooled in his sack, feet, and around his rump, sloshing about, seeking to even out in spite of the bunny's constant wriggling and Aqua's efforts to send it spraying forth from her lover. His dick felt less like a dirigible. Feet firmly planted on either side of his gut, knees digging into his sides, the otter gently lifted her tail from around his cock. Flurry groaned. He was so used to the heat of it! He endured, curious to see what she would do.

	The slinky otter turned, slowly groping along his glans, letting the webbing between her digits run over the edges of it. Flurry drew in a breath. She leaned in, kissing, slurping over the cum-slit, spreading it with her tongue. When the geyser of release splashed out, she barely even moved from where she stood, letting it coat her face and stain her lips a deep, dark blue.

	“Good... deflate some more... and then I can fit you inside.”

	Flurry's giant feet slapped against the floor, toes clenching. He could move his legs, and with that little bit more of mobility came more bucking. Aqua had to plop her rear on his belly to keep him from humping and wobbling her right off the couch.

	“Careful! You're like a bronco!” she giggled, and squeezed his cock-head so hard the juice momentarily flooded back down into his sack.

	Flurry's eyes bulged, and he twitched in place, buttocks lifted off the couch. As she released his glans, the rabbit slowly sank back down to the couch. The sensation was alien, and overwhelming. No video he ever watched showed off something like that! His ballsack felt like it swelled a foot from that!

	“That was... amazing!” he gasped up at her.

	All he could see of his girlfriend was her delightful, round rump and thick rudder tail sliding side to side over his belly. Still, he could tell she was grinning from ear to ear. The next load of blueberry juice to flow from him and up his urethra was forced back down into his sack with the same ferocious squeeze, leaving him breathless.

	“Perfect! Now, I get to deflate you, and get a good taste of that juice when I hump you!” Aqua ran a paw close to his scrotum, the sack beginning to look a lot like it did when she first walked in.

	Feet scrabbling over his slick gut, Aqua wrestled Flurry's length between her thighs. Even at his current size, it was difficult to force the massive cock-head past her pussy lips, and deep into her. But, it was worth every squeeze and squelch of juice rushing down her legs. Sitting astride him in a reverse cowgirl position, moving her hips just enough to slide down his belly, shoving the rabbit's member in deeper with her own weight, she waited for Flurry to catch his breath. She is a stretchy, tough creature, for being so deliciously soft, the blueberry bunny thought, balls churning with a heavy load, begging to cum. The moment he grew used to her tight inner folds, he gave in, humping upwards, the otter swaying on his dick squealing with pleasure.

	“Yes! Come on! Harder!” she humped atop him, as if trying to hilt the rabbit's swollen cock inside her womb. “I wanna feel that juice sloshing in me!”

	He wondered if it would make her a blueberry, too. Mercifully, the love-making seemed to be draining most of his juicy contents to his balls now, so there was no danger of either of them running out of room. Besides, he noticed the potency of the liquid roiling up in his scrotum seemed dulled. He no longer felt the same pressure of growth as he slapped his belly against her butt-cheeks, causing his middle to slosh back and forth. There was only the pleasure of rutting and the relief of deflation, now.

	Aqua, meanwhile, took full advantage of her position. Rudder-tail smacking his navel, she did her best to reach her toes to his thighs and push off on every thrust, clenching her buttocks and making the blueberry balls of the rabbit wobble around for her. It must have been quite a sight. Flurry groaned up at her, blueberry juice on his tongue again from all that shaking about, and at last, came.

	Climax hit him like a wall. The juice drained from him along with all his energy, each powerful hump slowing down sooner, his blue-drenched muscles exhausted with so much release. Still, the juice kept coming. Aqua's womb swelled with it, looking pregnant, then full-term with twins, then sloshing forward, a dark blue sphere every bit as shiny as Flurry's own gut, and soon much bigger.

	Juice spread upwards, to her chest, rounding out her breasts, and adding a little extra color to her lips, but seemed to go no further. Whatever chemical reaction kept it replicating within Flurry slowed to a crawl, and though the bunny kept sending gallons of his flavorful jizz into her belly, the otter did not undergo any further transformations.

	Not that she needed to change shape much. Simply growing larger helped her accommodate more of her boyfriend's dick, and in no time at all, her ass was firmly planted on his crotch. The bunny's length disappeared within the stretchy otter, drowned in its own blueberry goo. Several feet in front of her, Aqua's belly gurgled with the slowing spurts, until it rested atop his still too-big ballsack, bobbing lightly with her panting.

	“Now that's... a juicing, Flurry. We've gotta buy whatever this stuff is next time!” she gasped, wrapping an arm around as much of his belly as she could, and spreading her legs wider, leaning against him as if he were a big pillow.

	“It's... urp! It's a bit pricey, you know.”

	“If it spilled once, maybe we can get someone to make an accident happen again... that would be cheap, especially if they're into it, too... I bet that coyote loved every minute. Did you see that face? What a blueberry perv.” Aqua giggled, rubbing over her immense belly, hefting up a breast experimentally.

	“Don't think I can't feel you jiggling about...oof... you're every bit as big as I am!”

	“Oh, I don't know... what's your shoe size, Flurry? Want me to go down, and feel them for you, blueberry bun?”

	She was not about to move, of course, but Flurry still did his best to play along. It would take a few hours for their swelling to go down. If it did any such thing without further draining. Aqua would be a big, blueberry-flavored condom for a while. The evening, far from being ruined by a little industrial accident, was a wild success.

	“I love you, Aqua.” he sighed, relaxing into the couch.

	“And I love you, Flurry. Just wish you'd soften up inside me already... unless you wanna go again?”

	The question brought a fresh wave of lust to the rabbit. Exhausted or not, he packed a few dozen gallons more of blueberry inside his balls that needed draining. A little more fun couldn't hurt, right?

The End