Warm Waterslide by threk

Warm Waterslide by threk

An anonymous commission wherein a couple of lovely ladies with a slight size discrepancy go to a waterpark, and end up getting closer than they’d anticipated. A bit over 19k words.

The scent of chlorine was on the air outside the waterpark as a queue of people waited under the warm late morning sun, chatting amongst themselves over the distant sounds of gleeful splashing from up ahead as they shuffled steadily towards the admission gates. About half of the groups in line were made up of children and their parents, but there was a mix of teenagers and young adults too, all holding their assorted towels, swimwear, and other belongings.

Among them was a pair that at first glance appeared to be a young woman in her mid-to-late twenties and her young daughter. The larger of the two girls was larger than the rest of the queue actually; tall and slightly chubby, she carried the weight well on her attractively full figure, the soft curves presumably hiding some decent strength from how easily she hefted the stuffed-looking backpack she wore. She surreptitiously adjusted the shorts of her summery outfit, glancing around self-consciously to see if anyone was looking at her. Standing at about hip height by comparison meanwhile, the other girl’s clothes were baggy and poor-fitting.

Upon closer inspection, the woman’s “child” wasn’t actually a child at all. Her face was too narrow, more mature, and the proportions of her limbs, body and head were those of an adult’s, just… smaller. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that she was half the size of the other woman, they might look about the same age. She also looked rather grumpy, something her taller companion took note of.

“Jane? Come on, you’ve been wanting me to go to this place with you for ages.”

“I would’ve preferred not to be quite so pint-sized, is the thing.” Jane grumbled to herself, eyeing a man and his tween daughter walking past them to join the queue, mildly annoyed by the height advantage the small stranger was unwittingly flaunting.

“Please, we’re here to relax a little after- well, just try not to let it get you down, I mean. For me?”

Jane looked up, and then up some more, into the earnest face gazing down at her, and she sighed, feeling some of her stress leave with it.

“… Thanks Daisy, you’re right. I’ll have a good time once we’re in I’m sure.” She replied, her face brightening as she regained some of her normal vigour, putting the events of earlier that morning to the back of her mind.

The pair’s relationship had initially started as just co-workers, employed by a large pharmaceutical company and working together at a lab in the city. They became good friends, Jane’s more energetic personality drawing the more introverted Daisy out of her shell while finding the shyer scientist’s attitude adorkably heartening, beginning at some point to socialise outside of work too, usually at Jane’s prompting. The friendship continued despite them being assigned to separate development teams, each one of them now working on one half of a project to dramatically increase the efficiency of food transport and nutritional absorption.

Daisy’s project was simpler, theoretically speaking, boiling down to a digestive aid if you ignored several tomes’ worth of quite complicated science. As a result it had moved on to human testing already, with Daisy having actually volunteered to be part of the trial. Jane meanwhile had been working on an additive to shrink down and restore organic matter, which was showing very promising results but hadn’t yet moved past lab mice.

Or rather, not until she had accidentally been dosed with an unrefined form of the shrinking powder.

Jane had always been on the short side, but it was quite alarming to find herself rapidly losing what verticality she had, the lab and all its technicians flying into a bit of a panic as she diminished over the next few minutes. Fortunately the process stopped quickly, leaving her a smidge under half-height, unharmed, albeit now swaddled in a significantly oversized lab coat.

At least the organic cotton of her underwear had shrunk with her.

After a range of quick tests to confirm she wasn’t still contaminated, nor shrinking any further, she was allowed to go home. She persuaded her supervisor that she would need someone to help her get there too, and as the poor victim of such a traumatic workplace accident, should also get to choose who her escort would be. Daisy was, of course, top pick.

The chaperone in question took some hastily-approved time off so she could stay with Jane for as long as needed to make sure she was okay and help her adjust; the additive’s effects were only temporary so far, but it currently took up to a week for their lab mice to regrow so it could be a few days before her condition wore off. Their drive to Jane’s home took them past a charity shop to grab some better if not great-fitting clothes, and after getting home and finding herself unable to reach anything above her countertops, Jane was starting to feel a little hard done by at the undignified loss of independence. The prospect of spending an uncertain amount of time in her new vulnerable state was somewhat depressing actually, and she’d been starting to mope when Daisy offered to take her out to the waterpark she’d previously been too shy to go, uncharacteristically taking the lead in an effort to cheer Jane up.

One quick return to clothes shopping for a properly-sized swimsuit had been their last detour before they were at the park, waiting in line.

With the miniature scientist’s outlook now improving, they eventually headed through the gates, Jane gritting her teeth in a grin as amusement briefly battled with mild indignation when Daisy was only charged for one adult and one child ticket.

“He must not have been paying attention.” Daisy muttered to Jane as they walked to the changing rooms, but her friend was already bouncing back, responding cheekily.

“Meh, not our fault he doesn’t want us to pay full price.”

Jane switched into her new turquoise two-piece pretty quickly, just wrapping herself in a towel and changing underneath it as opposed to queuing a second time as Daisy opted to, preferring the extra privacy from the other park-goers that the toilet cubicles provided. That was fine though, she knew one of the reasons Daisy had resisted coming here at first had been self-consciousness, even if it was unwarranted in her opinion.

Therefore, she refrained from jokingly commenting on how long it took Daisy to get changed, and went for something more proactive when her friend emerged looking, slightly embarrassed.

“All ready to… go?” Jane’s voice hitched imperceptibly as she got closer. Daisy’s clothes had been appropriately light for the warm weather, but the shorts had been the most revealing thing she’d been wearing, and even they had been almost knee-length, while the shirt now hugged tight under one arm had at least been loose enough to obscure her figure somewhat.

The bright red one-piece was not up to the same feat.

Jane had quietly noticed that her friend had gradually been putting on some extra weight, even if it was usually hidden by a lab coat for the most part, ever since she had begun taking part in her lab team’s digestion efficiency aid trial. All the extra nutrition she was absorbing had to be going somewhere, Jane supposed, but now she had a much better view of just where that was. The one-piece was snug, to say the least, accentuating a heavy hourglass figure as it struggled to contain Daisy’s healthily-padded hips, chest, and a noticeable but not excessive paunch. The boundaries of the fabric bit gently into the soft skin, indenting it in a way that to a lecherous mind could be just shy of an indecent amount of spillage. As for Jane, at her new eyelevel she was getting a serious view of the underboob bobbing above her, each breast a perky orb possibly larger than her head had been even before shrinking…

With a thump, she hit the wall of lockers behind her, not even realising she’d backed up as Daisy had approached and then reached easily over her. Jane was rooted briefly to spot as Daisy towered over her, imagining for a moment that she could feel the warmth radiating from the pudgy middle she was face-to-face with, hidden from the rest of the changing room’s occupants by thighs wider than her body. Or perhaps the warmth was emanating from her own face.

Daisy didn’t notice her friend’s gawking, just stuffing her clothes into the locker they were sharing and stepping away again, replying ruefully.

“Yeah, I guess so. Feels like I’ve been squeezed into a sausage casing. I did pack a larger spare just in case, but even this swimsuit is two sizes larger than my old one…”

Jane blinked stupidly for a second, and when no answer was immediately forthcoming, Daisy continued, sounding somewhat disheartened.

“I knew it; I’m too big aren’t I? I swear I’ve been eating normally but since testing started I feel like I’m turning into a fat blob.” She glanced down guiltily at the deep cleavage between her and Jane. “This is so inappropriate…”

Snapping out of her paralysis, Jane jumped to shore up her friend’s sinking spirits.

“No no no! You look great, really!”

Daisy put her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow, and gestured with one hand to the subtly spilling sideboob she revealed as she did so. “Really.” She deadpanned. “You don’t see an issue with this?”

“So long as it’s not physically uncomfortable, no.” Jane maintained steadfastly. “It’s a waterpark, not a fashion show; people are here to have a good time, and they’re all showing off more skin than usual anyway.” Her voiced dropped conspiratorially, pointing out a skinnier girl facing away from them on the far side of the locker room. “Look at that girl over there. Her bikini bottom is almost flossing her back teeth! You. Are. Fine.”

Daisy stifled a snort. “Snrrk. If you say so.” She adjusted the back of her one-piece where it was riding up slightly, but less nervously than before, and there was humour in her voice as she asked, “And you don’t think I’m a blob?”

Jane made an exaggerated show of looking her up and down before delivering her verdict.

“Gorgeous beach babe. You should be on Baywatch.”

Daisy actually laughed at that, locking up their stuff with the key on her park-issued wristband. “Alright, alright, don’t go overboard.”

“And here I thought jumping into deep water was the name of the game today.”

Jane casually clapped a hand on the back of Daisy’s thigh as the two headed into the park proper in a move that presumably would have been a pat on the back had she been full-sized.

“So, which slide first?”

It only took a short while for both women to get into the swing of things, their respective size-based problems of the day shifting to the backs of their minds.

Wading out of the pool at the base of one of the smaller slides, they set their sights on something larger; one of the inflatable ring waterslides, starting almost at the very top of the park. Said inflatable rings were sized for normal adults, or rather, the ones they picked up were. Child sized rings were available but Jane was damned if she was riding the neon pink, mermaid-emblazoned version if she could help it, and the rings decorated with Spongebob Squarepants pictures of questionable copyright licensing weren’t particularly enticing either. The end result was that Jane’s ring was bigger than she was, whereas Daisy’s looked unprepared for the task of supporting her.

Obviously it was an uphill path to get to the raised platform the waterslide started from, narrow enough that two people side by side was a slight squeeze, so naturally Jane and her little legs fell behind, letting Daisy take the lead. If she’d felt outmassed before at the locker, the wide hips swaying in front of her now were on another level. She blushed, thankful that Daisy was looking on ahead rather than seeing her admiring reaction to the callipygian cheeks, but somehow unable to tear her eyes away from the hypnotically rocking rear.

It didn’t help when Daisy tripped up the last few steps of the stairs they’d been ascending, brushing off Jane’s concern as she reached to pick up her dropped floaty ring. Jane, who had quickened her pace at her friend’s stumble and was now only a couple of steps below her, suddenly found herself far closer than intended as Daisy bent over in front of her. Daisy, crouching a little to avoid doubling over, inadvertently lowered her behind right towards her smaller companion, who froze in place to avoid stepping face first into the rump suddenly looming before her. It could barely have been a second, but the heavy curves that had spontaneously eclipsed her vision seemed to move in slow motion. A thrill fluttered through Jane. Watching the voluminous muscles stretch and tense, quaking softly at the outer edges with red fabric slipping subtly deeper into a crevasse she had no hope of seeing the bottom of, it felt like the moment could have filled minutes as surely as the buttocks filled her field of view.

Daisy straightened up, ring in hand, the last instant no different from most others, and glanced over her shoulder.

Jane dumbly gave her a smile and a thumb up, swallowing thickly to buy time as she wrestled her brain back into rational thought to say something coherent.

“Good to go?” Eh, good enough.

“Hehe, yeah, lucky I didn’t stub a toe.”

“That would have sucked.” Jane replied solemnly, letting out a breath she only now realised she’d been holding.

Daisy quirked an eyebrow as she resumed walking. “Out of breath already? I can carry you if you like!”

“I don’t doubt it…” Jane said, eyeing the comparatively titanic figure before moving to catch up.

After a brief wait in the line leading towards the plastic flume tunnel, Daisy was up first. At her height, it was easy to look over the rim, and she could see the little pool far below where the slide ended. She watched as the ring-rider before her was spat out with a distant whoop that mingled with the other noises of the park before being swiftly terminated when they tumbled off their rubber raft into the water.

“No chickening out now!” Jane’s ’encouragement’ came from behind her, and she smirked as she sat on her own pool ring. Balanced somewhat precariously, Daisy she held herself ready to launch into the rushing water. The lifeguard supervising the flume entrance idly waved to go without looking up from his phone.

“I’ll see you at the bottooooom!!” Daisy’s voice echoed back up the plastic tube, devolving into shrieking laughter as she accelerated around the dark first bend.

Blue-tinted light flashed by as she was swept past translucent panes in the tunnel walls, her hair whipping behind her. She could hardly believe she’d been holding off on this, cheering in exhilaration as her little inflatable mount pitched to and fro, sliding up the walls to sit almost horizontally while going around the sharp corners.

Suddenly, after a turn that had somehow left her facing backwards, the waterslide dipped. Daisy yelped in a moment of weightlessness, her ride falling away from her for an instant before she thumped back down, and the ring popped out sideways from under her.

Now speeding headfirst on her back, Daisy flailed, knocking the ring ahead of her as she flipped herself onto her front, chlorinated water stinging in her nose.

She had the briefest glimpse of the ring rolling ahead of her in the gloom as she gained on it, rolling like a wheel not quite as tall as the tunnel itself, before she went under it and there was an abrupt, massive pressure pinning her to the bottom of the slide.

Daisy didn’t register the irony of the ring now sitting on top of her. Even if she had, she doubtless wouldn’t have much appreciated it with the rubbery surface holding her in the turbulent stream of water. Spluttering in her half-submerged position, she had just enough spare brain power to realise that the blasted inflatable had got wedged between the roof of the tunnel and her back where she didn’t have the leverage to dislodge it, jammed extra firmly by the additional width of her breasts being squashed uncomfortably into the floor. The larger, more panicky part of her mind resorted to scrabbling at the slippery surface underneath her, lifting her head to suck in what air she could while coughing up the dregs of water inappropriately touring her trachea.

Too busy hacking to properly call for help, she focused on keeping her head up, managing to hold it above the bulk of the water flowing over and around the obstruction she was inadvertently making with her rear end for long enough to clear her throat. Breathing shallowly, she prepared to shout back up the echoey tunnel, when she heard the sound of the water streaming steadily behind her slightly change, and a familiar cheering voice quickly getting louder as it bounced towards her.

Jane was seated and ready to go the moment Daisy left her sights, having to hold herself up a bit over the empty centre of her inflatable, but grinning in anticipation.

Even standing she wouldn’t have been able to peek over the parapet as Daisy had, so waited for the bored-looking lifeguard to check for her. Her smile faltered as the man continued staring impassively at his mobile instead of the exit to the slide, and she asked after a few moments. “Can I go yet?”

He looked blankly up from his chosen procrastination device at her, flicked his eyes to the queue and held for a moment as if counting in his head, then went back to whatever was on his screen, waving noncommittally.

“Yeah, sure. Go, or whatever.”

With a tug at the lip of the slide, Jane set off, building speed rapidly.

She cupped her hands around her mouth to call forwards, “Here I coooooooome!” wondering if Daisy could hear her at the mouth of the waterslide.

Hurtling into the exciting unknown, Jane crowed in excitement, sprays of water splashing against her face. She moved her hands back to gripping the ring handles as her butt dipped slightly into the open centre. Kicking out at the walls, she added a wild spin to her barely controlled ride.

Suddenly she heard Daisy’s voice, and she smiled for a moment before she recognised the distress in the tubular echoes.

“Jane! Jane I’m stuck! Slow down! Slow down!”

“Daisy?!”

She stretched her limbs out, slowing her spin but not really her speed, and rounded a corner to see in the gloom the dark mass of something indistinct lodged straight ahead of her.

Then the waterslide dipped.

Her inflatable chariot dropped away, and just as quickly Jane dropped onto it again, the impact bending her at the waist. Fingers fumbled for the handles, failed to find purchase, and she fell right through the centre of the slippery circle.

Headfirst, Jane careened towards Daisy, righting herself for just enough time to brace for the unavoidable collision and shout “Can’t stop-!” before she slid up the middle of Daisy’s legs and right into the obstacle head of her.

Her hands, which had been thrust out ahead of her in a futile attempt at braking, caught under Daisy’s thick thighs and were slapped to her sides as momentum carried her forward. There was the brief feeling of soft globes smushing HARD on the sides of Jane’s head, then so quickly that it seemed to have happened almost simultaneously there was a tearing sound, the dim blue illumination of the tunnel went pitch black, and the sounds of rushing water were all but replaced by a no less wet but far more organic chorus of squishing, groaning sounds and a distant, rapid heartbeat as the pressure spread over her head, shoulders, and down to her hips.

“Agh! Daisy!” Jane yowled as she spat an umami, lightly-chlorinated fluid from her mouth. She couldn’t believe it, she didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t see any way of looking at it aside from that she had just dived straight up her friend’s butthole! Taking rapid, shallow breaths as she literally stared into the abyss, she flexed her fingers, scrabbling at the buttocks and thighs sandwiching her body and kicking in a panic.

“Daisy! Get me out of here! I think I’m sinking!”

The rectal walls clenched spasmodically, pushing the widest point of her hips back out only to draw it in again with an inexorable suction, seemingly at random. While adamantly trying to avoid delving any deeper, Jane was reluctantly thankful that this new segment of the waterslide was clean at least, and that she could still breathe. Even if it was difficult with the inflatable pinning Daisy on top of her, Daisy’s own weight, and all the elastic tension of her friend’s insides bearing down on her, there was a workable pocket of air that smelled surprisingly okay compared to how foul she’d expected it to be.

Daisy was having difficulty with air too, gasping to claw some back after having the breath driven from her body by the unexpected intrusion. She’d spread her legs a little so as not to kick her incoming friend-come-torpedo in the face, hopefully close enough together to avoid a bruised coccyx, but either Jane’s aim had been impeccable, or her legs had inadvertently funnelled her shrunken friend right to the bullseye.

The sound of her one-piece’s crotch being torn apart had been an unmistakable but relatively unimportant sensation compared to the intense discomfort of her anus being stretched so roughly and without warning. Perhaps her butt would be sore after all. Considering she could feel the girth of the penetration beginning to test her pelvis though, there was hardly any pain at all, more like a pulled muscle than the agony the abuse should reasonably have caused, and it morphed into a naughty-feeling pleasure before she could even process it.

A high-pitched moan squeaked out of Daisy before she could catch it, the thick, heavy form quickly working its way deeper into the reeling woman until she could feel the firm mass pressing into the floor of the tunnel through the front of her belly. She resisted vocalising further, having to hold her head out of the water again, only now with a frantic squirming sensation up her backside, an extra pair of legs flailing outside of it, and the fabric of Jane’s turquoise swimsuit tickling the clenching ring of muscle chewing on her hips. Daisy had no way of seeing her own behind, but she might have been surprised to see- or more accurately not see- Jane’s butt, which despite being largely ‘outside’ was almost entirely hidden from view by the massive cheeks overshadowing them.

It was hard to decide what to pay more attention to: the intrusion stretching her wider than she’d ever felt, the wriggling, weirdly enjoyable bloating in her middle, or the water still trying to get up her nose.

With a noise that was half grunt, half whine, she slammed her hands to the tunnel floor, legs set in a wide stance, and slowly began to rise in the mother of all push-ups. The ring above her creaked in defiance as it was forcibly ovalised. It was the sound of success to her ears, despite the water filling them, and after paying a little more attention realised that there was another ’noise’ she hadn’t noticed coming from what was now a minor potbelly. It wasn’t exactly audible, and definitely wasn’t comprehensible, but thrumming disconcertingly pleasantly through her she could feel the irregular vibrations of what must have been Jane’s emphatic requests to be let back out.

“Just a moment Jane, you’re okay, you’re okay! I’m almost… there…”

Then Daisy’s heart dropped, landing somewhere in Jane’s vicinity as she heard another sound. The flow of water changed again, and a masculine whoop echoed around the bend.

She couldn’t help but groan, delaying her shout to alert the stranger approaching from the rear, not that it had helped much last time.

“WaitwaitWAI-!”

THUMP. SHLRRCK. RRRIP.

The fellow rider’s inflatable ring slid smoothly up her angled legs like a ramp with Jane waiting at the top, shoving the unfortunate diver the rest of the way through Daisy’s definitively non-inflatable ring, which gaped for a moment as if startled by the disappearance of the shape previously holding it open.

More positively, the crash finally dislodged Daisy with a series of splashes as she tumbled forwards, and a heavy “Whoof!” as the momentum of the rapidly-resumed insertion bumped Jane’s back up against her diaphragm. Her eyes fluttered as she was abruptly even more thoroughly filled than before, a new tautness in her abdomen offset by a suspicious lack of pressure from her swimsuit.

The trio resumed pelting towards the end of the slide, not one of them privy to the sight of ten desperately wiggling toes being sucked into a far tighter set of tubing, and the entrance cinching neatly closed behind them.

Going towards the light at the end of the tunnel was a far more welcome experience than usually advertised, and with a colossal splash, they plunged into the sunlit pool.

Bubbles frothed in beaded curtains as Daisy floundered underwater, her body humming with unfamiliar sensations distracting her from her attempts to orient herself. A dark shadow passed overhead, and she propelled herself towards it. She surfaced with a gasp, grabbing onto her treacherous floatation device. Blinking away the chlorinated water, a male voice reached her through the water in her ears, and she looked over to see a hand being offered to her by a man stood by the edge of the pool, dripping wet after presumably having only just left it himself. She took it gratefully, letting him help her up and out.

“I am so sorry, I had no idea there was anyone still on the slide when I started! Are you sure you’re okay?”

Daisy intonated a vague assurance as she nodded and looked around bemusedly for Jane. No longer feeling the conspicuous strain spreading her asshole, she assumed that Jane had managed to extricate whatever part of herself she had got unintentionally intimate with during the confusing last stretch of the flume. The guy who had collided with them continued.

“That lifeguard should really be paying more attention, especially for a woman in your, uh, condition. You sure you’re okay?” He coughed awkwardly.

Daisy’s eyes fell on the unattended ring still floating in the pool. Had Jane left it there? Then the man’s words filtered through. “My condition?”

Turning to him, she saw his eyes flick down her body before looking back to somewhere over at the slide rather than directly at her.

Looking down at herself, she drew a sharp breath at the sight of a pale swell of flesh, her belly bloated like a late-term pregnancy, grown large enough that her one-piece had split wide open under the pressure and bared her midriff for all to see. The surface shifted imperceptibly, coinciding with a far more noticeable feeling of movement.

With a shriek she instinctively hugged the new dome close, as if squeezing it would somehow cover it and herself from view. Faint noises reached her ears. Right on the edge of hearing was Jane’s voice, muffled and cracking with the strain of shouting.

“Dai..y! ..m inside you!… Daismmph! DaimMMPH!!”

Daisy’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Unable to release her tight hold on the foreign bulge, she looked up frantically, but the man was still awkwardly avoiding looking at her bare skin, assuming that her distress was due to bursting out of her swimsuit. He didn’t seem to react to the worrying noises coming from inside her either.

“Soo… That a yes…?”

“Yup! Fine! Just fine! Just need to go change is all, nothing to see here! Haha!” She cursed internally; she was trying to avoid drawing attention to this nightmare, not attract it!

“Right, well, I’ll go and tell the lifeguard to be more careful or something. Take care now, and sorry about your swimsuit…”

Daisy hurried away, head turning like she was watching a tennis match as she searched for somewhere private, only to realise as she took her first steps that the crotch of her suit had torn apart to allow Jane passage, and rather than clothing her was now dangling in two dangerously loose strips. Reflexively she tried to cover her privates with her hands, but immediately concluded it just made her look like she was having a bathroom emergency.

In a moment of inspiration, she stepped into the middle of the inflatable ring and lifted it, holding it like a hula hoop. It could have been worse; she’d seen girls wearing miniskirts with less coverage. Like a strange, self-conscious UFO, she made a beeline for the changing rooms.

“Jane. Jane!” She hissed, pressing herself into a shaded corner as a gaggle of teen girls swanned past, heart pounding in her chest. “Can you hear me?” The squirming motion abated for a moment and something twitched as there was a burst of vibrations no more comprehensible than before. Mmmphnnhhcnnhrryhhh…

Daisy hesitated. “Er, kick twice for yes?” Thmp, thmp.

A pleasant shiver ran up her back at the feeling, but she held focus. Good, she can respond. “Are you alright?! I mean, agh, stupid question, are- SHIT, can you breathe?!”

Thump. Thump.

“Oh thank fuck, I’m so, so sorry about this, I don’t even know how this is possible but just- hang tight, okay?” Jane was still, and Daisy’s imagination briefly supplied an image of the woman trapped inside her guts, rolling her eyes at her. “I- I’ll get you out soon, I promise!”

She took off again, resisting the powerful urge to break into a sprint as she felt eyes being drawn to her like magnets by her hasty retreat, gazes roving over the jiggling flesh spilling out of her ruptured swimsuit. Taking as little time as possible to get back to the changing room, she discarded the ring outside and dove indoors, heart sinking at the sight of so many people still milling around her. ‘Calmly’ wrenching open her locker, she grabbed her spare outfit and her towel, wrapping the latter around her waist to cover her indecently bare lower half.

Unfortunately, the queue for the cubicles was even longer than when they had first arrived, and she was too shy to cut in line at the best of times. Forced to wait, she felt her heart rate gradually approaching something more normal, but was still incredibly self-conscious, certain that someone was for some reason going to comment on the exposed belly holding her friend captive, or the wide rump that had consumed her. How deep was Jane anyway? She gingerly ran the hand not holding her towel in place over the swollen mass, and gave an experimental push with her inner muscles to see if she could shift her.

There was the thrum of a moan as Jane was squeezed, and wriggled in response.

Not expecting the throb of pleasure that pulsed through her, Daisy clenched reflexively, causing Jane to move even more. She felt the uncertain-sounding buzz of Jane’s voice, but she was stood next to people! She couldn’t stand there talking to her stomach like a madwoman! The sensation repeated, louder and vibrating harder when she did not reply. Daisy bit the inside of her cheek, heat rising on her face and under her towel as Jane began writhing with determination.

The surface of her belly barely shifted, but she could feel every motion exquisitely intimately. She wasn’t sure if Jane was trying to grab her attention, worm her way backwards towards the exit, vent her frustration, or if the rhythmic squirming had some other purpose, but she was acutely aware of how the cramped form of her friend was stretching and stroking against her insides. She couldn’t even ask Jane to stop, terrified that the women stood next to her would hear and somehow immediately know her crimes and guilty pleasure just by looking at her.

The few feet between her and privacy looked like a mile as the two of them were left to squirm, quite literally in Jane’s case.

When there was only one person left in the line ahead, instead of heading into the stall that had just freed up, they turned to look at her. Panting and with wobbly knees pressed together, Daisy was sure the lady was staring right through her, before the stranger clucked sympathetically.

“Oh you poor dear, you go ahead of me. I know uncomfortable it can be being that far along.”

“E-Eh? I- oh, thank you!”

“No problem,” the woman said sweetly as she stepped aside to let the ’expectant’ Daisy pass, “and no rush either, there’s other cubicles for the rest of us besides this one.”

Red-faced with self-consciousness, Daisy squeaked her gratitude again and shut herself in.

Thankfully it was not one of the types with a gap under the door, so she wouldn’t have to worry about people outside wondering where the extra pair of feet about to appear. It still wouldn’t do to be too loud though; there was no way these thin walls would be sound-proof, so as she stripped down naked it was in a mutter that she told Jane she was going to start trying to let her out.

Squatting over the tiled floor, she started pushing with a grunt. Daisy gave a low moan as the spike in pressure caused Jane to wriggle. She bit down on her towel, going red with exertion and breathing heavily through her nose as she strained, the solid lump writhing but staying roughly in place. The clenching walls of her guts were sliding back and forth over Jane’s body, and it was hard to tell if she was squeezing her in one direction or another. Groaning wretchedly, Daisy groped the smooth belly, probing the firm shapes hidden under her skin while doing her best not to entertain the possibility that Jane had got stuck too deep for her to recover, or worse still, was slipping even further inwards.

Don’t panic, she told herself, you can do this, just think this through.

Finding what she was fairly sure was Jane’s hips, she followed the curled form down the right-hand side of her stomach until she got to the hard ball of Jane’s head, jerking about despite the constricting circumstances. Daisy pressed her fingertips into her swollen belly roughly under Jane’s skull, applying a constant pressure as her internal muscles pushed periodically.

Concern was starting to blossom again, the weight staying resolutely wedged within her pelvis, when ever so slightly, it shifted. Daisy huffed, feeling the mass slither against oddly sensitive intestinal walls stretching to allow its passage, and Jane undulated rhythmically in a successful attempt to help shimmy herself backwards.

Finally, Daisy felt something pressing against her backdoor. Keeping up the pressure, she moaned louder than intended into her makeshift gag as her tight asshole widened around a twitching pair of feet, a sympathetic moan vibrating from inside her. She couldn’t exactly grab the emerging ankles and pull from her angle, but even without that leverage progress was somewhat steadier, albeit with a pause as the width of Jane’s hips slowed her escape as effectively as it had her entry.

Jane didn’t quite fall out from the ribs upwards, but she was freed quickly enough that the soft curves of her breasts popping out as her skin skidded over Daisy’s innards elicited a pleasured whine as the last of Jane reappeared. At last, Jane gasped in the fresh air, blinking in the light of the cubicle that illuminated her fully unimpeded view of Daisy’s sweat-sheened thighs and buttocks. The gaping, clenching anus and distinctly moistened slit hovered inches above her for a moment before Daisy collapsed next to her, thudding against the wall and rattling the thin partition as the towel dropped from her mouth with a shuddering groan of relief.

There was a smattering of laughter from outside the cubicle.

“You okay in there?” A stranger asked, plainly stifling a snigger.

Daisy took a moment to catch her breath before replying, flapping a hand dismissively before realising the pointlessness of the gesture. “I’m good, I’m… I’m good.”

Looking at her slimy, slightly-steaming friend, she asked in a hushed voice. “Are… are you okay?”

Jane was flushed red from head to toe, miraculously having managed to keep both halves of her swimsuit on, the thought of which reminded Daisy of her current lack of one, and she moved to cover herself with her towel.

“Y-yeah, I’m good too. Not where I’d expected that slide to end if I’m being honest.” Jane replied, mimicking Daisy’s whisper.

“God, Jane, I am so, so sorry, about all of that. It’s- I don’t know if I can even apologise enough, I knew coming here was a bad idea bu-”

“Heyheyheyheyhey,” Jane cut off her verbal self-flagellation, “it’s fine, really. I’m still happy you came to the park with me to cheer me up, even though you were nervous about it, and you got me back out again didn’t you? All by yourself too!”

“But, how can you forgive me after having done that to you?! I could have hurt you so badly, you were up my-” she forced the word out, “my ass! I almost couldn’t get you back out!”

“It was an accident, right? And besides, it… wasn’t the worst experience, in the world…” The pinkness of Jane’s skin was lessening, but her blush was remaining, and Daisy didn’t notice her fidgeting restlessly.

“You were screaming! I heard you!”

“A-at first! It was sudden, okay!” Jane stammered defensively, “Yeah, I was scared at first. I didn’t know if I was going to suffocate, I couldn’t back out by myself and I didn’t know if you or anyone could even hear me, but…” She squirmed awkwardly as she dragged the admission out of herself like drawing water from a deep well. “But I obviously could breathe, somehow, and I could hear you telling me you were going to help me, and as I started calming down I started focusing more on how it… felt.”

Daisy stared silently. She’d assumed that uncomfortably hot and ungodly tight would have been an apt summary, but Jane didn’t seem as unhappy with recalling the experience as she’d expected, continuing hesitantly.

“Once I’d realised I wasn’t sinking any deeper and wasn’t in any immediate danger, it started feeling more like you were holding me… like, a sort of, super-intense hug, I guess? And I could move a bit, but being restricted it was like your body was… dominating me…” She finished on an uncharacteristic squeak.

“… whuh?”

A slightly dreamy note entered Jane’s voice as she soldiered on. “And it was warm, and soft, and the way it kept rubbing and squeezing me all over was like a really nice massage. Even when it was getting tighter at the end it wasn’t painful or anything, it just felt more intense, and with your muscles rippling over me…” She blinked, “Um, you said you heard me screaming, how well could you hear me overall?”

A memory of muffled moans she’d previously attributed to discomfort flashed through Daisy’s mind. “… Uh, I could feel the vibrations, which was… interesting, but couldn’t hear what you were saying particularly well.”

“A-Ah, I see.”

They sat in awkward silence, heat blooming on both of their faces.

“… So… Yeah. It wasn’t bad. After the initial panic, anyway.”

Daisy was relieved to hear that Jane’s ordeal hadn’t been the nightmare she’d thought it would be, but the best case scenario she’d hoped for was simply to rescue her friend without leaving her too badly traumatised; the idea that Jane might be enthusiastic about the experience had not come even remotely close to crossing her mind.

It was… oddly flattering, in a way. The way Jane was describing it, it sounded more intimate than anything else, and Daisy found herself surprisingly accepting of having got so close and personal so abruptly. Thinking back, the actual sensations hadn’t exactly been disagreeable for her either, but despite her usual self-consciousness, she felt unusually unabashed to have had Jane be the other participant.

There was the sound of an adjacent cubicle door opening and locking shut again, bringing their attention back to the idle chatter loitering outside their small shelter.

“Um,” Jane murmured, “there’s still a load of people out there, isn’t there?”

Daisy gulped, already following the train of thought to its uncomfortable final stop.

“… Yeah. And I suspect they might notice the two of us coming out together, plus me having somehow exchanged a ‘pregnancy’ for you.”

“Probably get some pointed questions about the slime coating too.” Jane said casually as she traced a finger through the liquid sheen she’d acquired, before frowning. “But- wait, pregnancy? Not an adult human-shaped bulge, that’s all I showed up as?”

“Mhmm, a late one, I guess it looked like, but I was, um, round enough that you were pretty well hidden. How’d you think I was getting around without the entire park freaking out? Still burst my stupid swimsuit open though. Told you it was too small.” She flapped the ragged garment accusingly.

“I was kinda distracted at the time! And I maintain it looked fine,” Jane said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, “I can hardly be blamed for this sort of surprise, but that does give me an idea for how to get out of here…”

“… You can’t be serious. Do you know how scared I was that I might have- that you’d gone too deep to reach?!” She hissed, hugging her knees to her generous chest and inadvertently lifting her towel to reveal the bottom of her bottom to Jane, squishing appealingly against the hard tiles.

“I know, but aside from waiting here until the park closes, I don’t have any other plans. Besides, we won’t need to go that far again just to sneak me out; you can just keep me close to the, erm, exit.”

Daisy wracked her brain, but fishing for ideas was suddenly like casting a line onto a dry riverbed. “But I won’t be able to hear you again! And would you still be able to breathe?!”

“Well, how about I go in feet first? I don’t even have to go in all the way this time, you can leave my head outside to talk to you if I want; and I could breathe fine inside you, somehow, but this way I can still get fresh air too.”

“I’m… not so sure that would keep you hidden.”

“For better or worse Daisy, I am tiny, and I say this with only love in my heart, but each one of your asscheeks is bigger than my head.”

Daisy snorted, her guard crumbling slowly but surely.

“You realise this is insane, right?”

“It’ll work though.” Jane said with a wink, scooting closer. “You might even enjoy it once you get used to it.”

“Ffffffffeh… Fine. But I’m going home to let you out afterwards.”

“No, we came here to enjoy ourselves, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

“With you…”

“Up your butt, yes. Don’t make it sound too dirty!” Jane smirked, “We’ll make a day of it, and you can let me out at home, after you’ve had your fun.”

“You are way too into this.” Daisy said, smiling resignedly as she leaned back to bare the tantalizing entrance to her behind.

“Not the only thing I’m getting into.” Jane said with a shit-eating grin at the base wordplay, teasing the waiting rosebud with her toes.

Rolling her eyes at the immature remark, Daisy suppressed a gasp as Jane easily entered her, still slippery with the transparent coating her whole body was slick with. Warmth filled her as steadily as Jane did, sliding deeper and causing Daisy’s middle to begin bulging outwards. After a moment’s thought, she dropped the towel partially covering her boobs, the two women were somewhat past second base by this point after all, but it still gave her a little thrill to see Jane inspecting her naked body with obvious approval.

Taking it much slower than their rougher first time, the rub of skin on skin was delightful, and Daisy had far more time to appreciate the feeling of Jane winding deeper, thicker than any toy or partner she’d ever had as she was curled up within her belly. Jane meanwhile had already slipped her hands in alongside her hips, ensuring that one was at her front where it could be put to good use rather than be pinned to her side as she revelled in the sensual massage climbing up her body. Heavy breathing accompanied the pent-up whines that escaped both women, but as much as they wished to linger, this was hardly the place to dawdle any further.

Gripping Jane’s shoulders, Daisy tugged, feeling her ass draw tight over the shoulders of her downsized partner under her chin. Satisfying as it felt to reach to literal neck of her sentient buttplug, Daisy resisted vocalising, which was more than could be said for Jane herself. Ending with her head sandwiched by the partly parted booty, she couldn’t stop a louder moan leaving her lips.

Abruptly, it was cut off with a slap as Daisy’s legs responded by slamming together, muting her and leaving her in darkness with soft pressure covering her face, and the scent of the eagerly damp slit a few inches under her nose.

Dragging herself to her feet, Daisy listened for any sign that the apparently eternally-present queue outside had heard the sounds of lewd activities, but thankfully it seemed not. She didn’t mind sharing this with Jane, but some ragtag collection of complete strangers? Not quite as appealing.

Oof, she’d have to get used to the extra weight, she thought, looking down at her once again gravid stomach and bouncing on the balls of her feet to adjust as she felt Jane settling, stopping quickly when the bounce turned embarrassingly to a jiggle that rippled over her curvy figure.

“Comfy?” She whispered.

“Mmhmmph.” Came the muffled response, and twisting her spine she saw that Jane’s head had indeed been almost entirely obscured, dwarfed by her comparatively vast behind. She gripped the gagging glutes to lift and spread them enough for Jane to repeat herself dreamily. “Uhuh, you have no idea~”

“If you say so, you little weirdo~ I’ll stay in the park but I doubt I’ll be going on any of the rides with you poking out like that.”

“So long as you have fun…”

Keen to leave the cubicle that in her opinion she had by now spent far too long in, Daisy stepped into her spare swimsuit. It was hardly designed for someone quite so full as she, but the larger size was forgiving enough to accommodate her. It helped that she was able to ease into it rather than exploding in size so dramatically as to be the death of it. Again.

Wincing, she noted the thin puddle of personal lubricant that had pooled underneath the two of them. That was a slip hazard she’d like to avoid responsibility for, so she did her best to mop up the savoury-scented fluid with the tattered remains of her previous one-piece. She’d just have to hope that the smells of sweat and arousal were overshadowed by the omnipresent aura of chlorine.

Giving herself a last once-over, she confirmed that, yep, Jane’s head was mostly covered by her bubbly butt, but still crowning a little to show as a small extra bulge through the tight fabric. Experimentally she pressed her buttocks together, smooshing them over Jane to hide the rest of her, and felt a shiver run through the smaller woman as the malleable masses mashed against her face. Releasing them, they bounced back to their relaxed position, revealing the lump again, which Daisy pushed gently on to settle Jane a few inches deeper. Then for the second time that day, she tied her towel around her waist to cover her ass, or more specifically, its occupant.

To cover for the ‘activities’ the cubicle had recently kept concealed, she flushed the unused toilet before heading out. Squeezing sheepishly past the next in line and going to the sink to discard her ruined swimsuit in the bin and wash her hands, when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. They say that pregnancy gives you a glow, but whatever you would call what her body was doing it evidently had the same effect.

As subtly as she could manage, Daisy admired her figure in the reflection, the new swell to her middle looking incredibly natural alongside her other curves. Even the layer of pudge she’d been so self-conscious about seemed almost complimentary. She quirked a smile, turns out she quite liked the look.

Back at the shared locker, she exchanged the towel for Jane’s shirt, tying the arms under her belly and wearing it like a makeshift sarong. Heading back into the park with an extra bit of spring in her step, she found herself briefly alone and spoke quietly to Jane. “I’m still not going on any rides with you poking out down there, but I think I’ll be enjoying this even so~”

Sometime later, Jane was in a world of her own. True to her word, Daisy had stayed out of the water, although that wasn’t to say she was inactive, and the motion was a constant, dizzyingly enjoyable massage. Just the act of walking gently rocked her to and fro with the sway of the pelvis cradling her, sliding the tight walls of Daisy’s guts against her skin, and she’d never been so happy to be a sandwich’s meat filling with the buns pressed to the sides of her head. A static of sensation was swamping her mind, not feeling the need to talk or even thinking of much coherent to say as sparks of pleasure flickered through her limply relaxed form. In fact, her body was responding surprisingly strongly to the warm cheeks merely rubbing up and down past hers, with almost as much intensity as it was to the muscular ripples squeezing everything below her neck. Time passed unheeded, floating in the wash of such unbelievable feelings, and all thoughts of troubles melted away.

Once emerged from the changing room, Daisy had set about wandering around the park, appreciating the cheery atmosphere while privately enjoying the feelings of her swollen midsection, and the unexpected but welcome tingling from her ass. Striding purposefully to the top of the park, ostensibly to see the view, she was getting accustomed to her new size and shape, assured that her… Lover? Toy? Filling, was safe and having a good time too.

She was still taken aback by how much Jane had apparently wanted this, but as she rubbed her belly on the go, her gait astonishingly unimpeded by another human’s head being wedged between her legs, she was incredibly happy she had gone along with it.

Back to the lower section of the park, the taut muscles of her middle keeping her belly smooth and perky despite the weight of its cargo, she looked for something else to put in it from one of the food vendors. Even while waiting, Daisy was enjoying the friction of Jane’s head brushing against the chasm of her ass too much to quite stay motionless, idly shifting her legs back and forth in a hypnotic sway.

Ignoring the slides in a waterpark didn’t leave Daisy much to do though, so after a few wandering circuits came across the rest area, or “tired parents” area as it seemed, and picked a sunlounger to finish her ice-cream on. Daisy sat down carefully so as not to put her weight on Jane’s head, but it turned out that her rump was thick enough to support her without pressing on Jane enough to insert her any further, albeit only so long as she kept her hips at the right angle, and not without a sharp increase in pressure on the face buried under her booty.

She couldn’t resist wiggling her butt against her seat, feeling the tickle of her friend’s head rubbing between the beach ball-sized buttocks spreading sideways as they pressed against the flat surface, before finding a more relaxed position. Lying on her front would have been uncomfortable for both of them, so she reclined to lie curled on her side instead with her thighs lightly squashing the underside of her belly. Light filtered through to her passenger in this open pose, but with the shirt still covering the small distortion she made in the red fabric covering her.

After the waffle cone had been properly demolished, Daisy dozed. It was past noon by this point, and sunbathing in the tranquil warmth minutes trickled by like the beads of moisture adorning Daisy’s skin. It was hotter for Jane; wrapped in such a thick insulating layer it was like she was submerged neck-deep in a Jacuzzi, albeit with fewer bubbles, the heat rising with the sun. In the humid crevasse, the salty scent of sweat hung in the air. Jane had never thought herself that romantically smell-oriented, definitely not the type to go literally sniffing at her lover like an over-affectionate canine, but with her face unavoidably buried between Daisy’s legs the pheromone-laden sauna was clouding her brain quite pleasantly.

This languid arrangement continued for some time before Jane dredged her mind out of the enjoyable mire it had been wallowing in.

Daisy began to surface too as she felt her butt buzz with a muffled voice. Fortunately the sunbeds to either side of them were unoccupied, and she responded freely.

“Jane? You okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, was checking on you actually.” Jane said, her voice understandable, if a little distorted with her face and lips squashed as they were.

“Me? I mean, yeah? I’m good, why?”

“Well, aside from like, two slides, one of which was only fun for the first half, we haven’t spent much time in the actual water of this waterpark.”

“I guess, but it’s not like I can go on any while holding my butt out of the water, and I’m assuming that shrinking didn’t also come with gills.”

“None that I’ve noticed, but I won’t have to breathe water if you just, you know, push me the rest of the way in!”

“Wha- I thought we were avoiding that!”

“And now we’re not. I want you to have fun, not just lie around, and I really, really don’t mind if that means I take a dip myself.”

“But I won’t be able to heayahH~!” Daisy clapped a hand to her mouth, thankful that no-one seemed to have noticed her outburst as her belly rippled, suddenly filled with squirming motion.

“And if you don’t hop in the water, I can keep doing this until you do!” Something of an exaggeration with the heat sapping Jane’s stamina, but it had the desired effect, Daisy’s embarrassment outweighing her excitement.

“Alright! Alright I’m getting up!” She insisted hurriedly with a strain suggesting an effort to avoid yelping, and righted herself. “I did actually want to try some of the big rides, and… I’m going to start with the one that got us in this mess, only this time, it’s going to go right.”

“Yhh ghh grrl.” Came the faint muffled encouragement, Jane’s mouth being covered now Daisy had stood up.

“I’ll push you in when I get there though.”

The walk up was as mesmerising as before for Jane, Daisy’s wide hips swaying as she climbed the hill with each step sliding her cheeks against each other and over the face wedged between them. Jane was more than happy she’d chosen to stay in her organic hiding spot; she felt that on some level she should be grossed out, but for whatever reason she just wasn’t responding like that, unbothered by the sweat on the pillowy walls, nor even the actual guts the rest of her body was comfortably curled up in. As a matter of fact, something about the heat emanating all around her and the constant slippery massage was irresistibly soothing her usually more manic energy.

Eventually Daisy reached her destination, recently acquired inflatable ring in tow, to find the same lifeguard as before manning the station, no longer glued to his phone. If he recognised her or noticed the recent addition to her middle, he didn’t say anything. Rather than diving straight in though she rested a hand on her gravid middle, affecting being out of breath and asking him to lend her his chair a moment to catch it again.

Aiming carefully, the hidden head made contact with the hard plastic, and Daisy dropped. She groaned as her asshole slipped over Jane’s skull and her passenger wiggled delightfully to situate herself, contained entirely within Daisy’s bloated bowels. Hopefully the noise sounded more relieved to have her considerable weight off her feet than gratified by the sexual thrill it was actually a response to. As it happened the lifeguard was too distracted by her heaving bosom to analyse it too deeply, and awkwardly waved the next rider past while Daisy gathered herself. Then when she unwrapped the shirt from around her waist, passing it to him for safekeeping until she could grab it later, he got a second eyeful of the bountiful rear it had been hiding, the red fabric having been all but eaten by the gorgeous glutes, and not a single sign that anything else had been present in the deep valley it descended into.

When she did take a seat on her rubber ring in the entrance of the tunnel, she was pleased to see the lifeguard actually checking to see the last rider was free of the slide, presumably chastened after her last disastrous ride by the other park guest and whatever supervisor he’d managed to flag down. Or perhaps he felt that facing away from her was the only prudent way to keep his eyes from ogling her, and possibly to hide any reactions he’d had to the glances he’d already snuck.

Once more, the water carried Daisy whooping into the darkness, only this time with a passenger, burbling happily under the pressure of inner muscles tensing as they swept around the twisting bends.

On this second attempt Daisy made it uninterrupted down the whole waterslide, adrenaline surging through her as she splashed into the waiting pool at the bottom, and found herself eager to try the next one. This trip may have been to cheer up Jane, but against the odds Daisy really was having a blast now too.

Over the course of the following hours, the pair weren’t plummeting down slides the whole time. While they were fun, Daisy spent a lot of time floating lazily in the regular swimming pool, enjoying the sense of weightlessness it gave them both. She’d said she’d hop in the water, and this still counted. She gleaned that Jane was completely on board with this too using the same “two taps for yes” system as before, there being no comms system in this particular submarine.

By the time the afternoon was coming to an end, it had been a fun but tiring day for Daisy, and they eventually found themselves back in the changing room, retreating to the privacy of the cubicles again to discuss their next move. After pushing Jane’s head back out to allow her to talk properly, anyway, and giving her time to rouse from a state so at ease she was only debatably sapient at first.

“So, how are you planning to get me out without anyone noticing the two of us leaving the cubicle together?” Jane’s voice floated quizzically up from her behind after having been told Daisy would let her out before they left to go home.

“Um… I could wait around until the changing rooms are empty?”

“That could take aaaages, how long until the park closes?”

“About, 45 minutes…” She trailed off in a small voice.

“You really don’t have to hang around for that long, plus however much time you’d be waiting for everyone else to scram. I say, you just leave me where I am for the trip back home. I’m fine where I am, really.”

Daisy really didn’t have any objections to carrying her a little longer by this point, but rolled her eyes anyway at the amusingly undiminished enthusiasm. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked it inside of me.”

“Mhmm, maybe I do, just a little~”

“Pfft, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You know it. So, your place or mine?”

Daisy gave a mock gasp, “Inviting yourself in on the first date? What sort of girl do you think I am?”

“Oh I don’t know, but you did already let me get up inside yoummph!”

Daisy blushed as she clenched her behind, muting Jane, but still able to feel the trilling vibrations of what she was sure was an entirely undeterred chuckle, and smiled wryly before heading to the showers. It kind of was a date, wasn’t it? And a damn sight better than some of the ones she’d been on, all things considered.

Despite the extra weight she was carrying, she felt strangely light as she rinsed the chlorine from her hair alongside women who looked comparatively waifish next to her, entirely untroubled for once by the unsubtle gawking from some of the awestruck strangers.

Even after her ‘protests’, Daisy did indeed take Jane back to her place with her, although not before regaining some of her old self-consciousness at the discovery that her baggy shirt was now anything but, the taut fabric unable to stretch over her swollen midsection and leaving the underside of her belly bare.

When she did finally close her front door behind her, it was almost reluctantly that she waddled to the bathroom to deposit her pungent, pint-sized friend in her bathtub. It was odd; she was happy to see Jane free and safe, but she was left with a nagging hollow sensation as her innards fell slack, now missing the weighty mass that they had been so wrapped tautly around.

It wasn’t just the far end of her guts that were empty though, her stomach was starting to grumble too, and she left Jane to her shower as she peckishly plodded off to raid her fridge.

“In retrospect, it’s a good thing none of my swimsuit came off,” Jane made her presence known, trailing steam and wrapped in a Daisy-sized towel down to her ankles, “can’t imagine it’d be easy to fish out if it went any deeper than I did.”

Daisy groaned, holding her face in her hands, “Don’t remind me, I’m still counting myself lucky I didn’t have to go to the emergency room.”

Jane snorted. “Can you imagine though? Sitting in hospital trying to tell the poor nurse that you’ve got the same problem as the last patient who ‘fell on a shampoo bottle’, only you’ve got a whole ass person stuck up your tochus?”

Daisy peeked through her fingers with one eye. “Not something you’d know about, of course.”

“Course not. I know the importance of flared bases…” Jane sniffed before pausing thoughtfully, “Never thought I’d have my head used as one, mind you.”

Another groan escaped Daisy before her gaze fell on the snack plate she’d been grazing.

“Argh, enough! Change of subject: Are you hungry?”

A confused frown creased Jane’s face. “Now that you mention it… no? That’s weird, I haven’t eaten all day, what’s up with that?”

“You weren’t exactly active, maybe you just weren’t using the energy?”

“Hmm, noo, even on lazy days I still get an appetite. Maybe it’s something to do with the shrinkage? Never heard of any biostasis-like effects from earlier trials though…” She trailed off into an indistinct muttering, her gaze drifting unfocused as she mentally pored over her half of the joint project that had landed her in her current state.

The notion sparked an idea in her fellow scientist though.

“Ah! I think I know what it is. I don’t think it was the stuff you got dosed with, I’m almost certain it’s the stuff my team’s been making. You know I’ve been part of initial trials, right?” Jane nodded as Daisy prepared to let her know some of the finer details. “You’ve been focusing on making organic matter more transportable, I’ve been focusing on making sure none of it goes to waste. Literally.” She added the last word under her breath. “The additive reacts with the contents of my stomach to convert basically anything I eat into a super easily-digestible liquid form that’s absorbed slowly but completely by the rest of the intestines.”

“Ahh, I had wondered why you were so clean back there, but I was mostly just thankful rather than wondering if you were expecting visitors.” Jane said with a wink, deftly snatching out of the air the grape that Daisy had exasperatedly lobbed at her head. “But yeah, glad I didn’t have to worry about that.”

“Uh, well, yes, aside from getting ALL the nutrients after the complete digestion, it’s also, uh, ‘waste-free’, but my main point was that I’m pretty sure you’ve been getting ‘fed’ by absorbing some of the liquid form nutrient through direct contact too.”

“Yum.” Jane deadpanned, popping the grape into her mouth, and then continuing after chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Huh, bit more organic than my side of the project. And that works with anything?”

“Yeah, they’ve been getting me to eat all kinds of junk for this trial. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I mayyy have put on a little weight lately…”

Nonplussed, Jane’s mind flashed back to being smothered between globes that eclipsed her entire field of view like jiggling, twin celestial spheres. “You seem in as good shape as ever to me.” She responded tactfully.

“Snrrk, thanks. I am actually an inch or so taller than I was this time last month too, but the trial will tell if that’s the additive’s fault or not.”

“Heh, wouldn’t that be appropriate?”

“What do you mean?”

“Can you imagine the report notes? Some sap has to unironically write down that they made a Daisy grow like a weed!”

“… Pfft. Pffhahaha!”

Taken off-guard by the terrible wordplay, Daisy couldn’t help but laugh, and Jane comfortably joined in. From there the chatter turned to less consequential topics and they moved to the couch, Jane wearing one of Daisy’s t-shirts like a dress and snuggling comfortably up to her plush friend as something inane played on the TV.

“… You know I can get a blanket if you’re cold.” Daisy pointed out, making no move to dislodge the tiny woman.

“Nah, Imma keep being an energy parasite.” Jane said as she scooched somehow closer, propping an elbow up on a thigh like a couch armrest. “I can get all the warmth I need from you.”

“Ha, you certainly were earlier.”

“That was clearly symbiosis.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you figure?”

“It wasn’t just warm, it was… hot. For both of us, I think. I liked it.” Daisy’s eyebrows rose as she looked down at Jane, who was pointedly avoiding eye contact, staring at the TV with an uncharacteristically shy blush, as if afraid to see her reaction. “Pretty sure you did too.”

A pang of emptiness flashed through Daisy as she remembered the euphoric completeness she’d had to feel to believe was possible, refined to erotic heights by the writhing motions that had accompanied it. “… Yeah, I did.”

Jane’s gaze snapped to her, gushing ebullience now that her personal admission had been vindicated.

“It was sexy as hell, wasn’t it?! I know it was an accident at first, but I ended up loving it! And I was- I’m glad it was with you…”

Heat blossomed in Daisy’s chest and across her face as something fluttered joyfully inside her. Jane spoke again, bashfully.

“I… really like you. Would yoummph?! Mmm~” Abruptly she was cut off by Daisy kissing her, tensing momentarily at the surprise before melting into the enveloping softness, one full boob falling across her whole chest as the larger woman leant down to her.

Pulling back after a short eternity, the mini-giantess beamed warmly, laying a peck on Jane’s nose. “I like you too.”

Jane grinned giddily, wrapping her arms around as much of Daisy as she could manage. “Part of me wonders why it took so long to realise.”

“Dunno, we’ve always liked each other, I guess we just started seeing each other in a whole new light after today.”

“Might have something to do with it; I think a first kiss usually comes before fourth base, or whichever base you’d call today, we kinda skipped a few steps… Not that I’m complaining!” Jane added hastily at the speculative look she was being given, before Daisy shifted, dropping Jane to the couch, and suddenly the mountainous curves were looming above Jane as Daisy straddled her.

“Well in that case,” she said with newfound boldness, “Would you… like to make sure we haven’t missed anything~?”

Jane squeaked, grinning ear to ear as she nodded.

She was squashed into the sofa as Daisy descended upon her, and then into the far softer form dwarfing her as Daisy slid arms under her to hold her close, cushiony curves spilling over her, and they locked lips once more. So focused was she on sinking into the embrace as they made out, Jane hardly noticed when Daisy smoothly lifted her until she was allowed to fall onto the bed she’d been carried to.

Not bothering with the light switch, the pair was illuminated only by what little of the evening sky was leaking through the curtains, and by the light of the other room peeking in through the open door. Suddenly straddled once again, Jane was struck dumb by the sight of the Goddess unveiling herself as she towered over her, eagerly pulling off the obstructive garments and flinging them into an unlit corner.

Held between tree trunk thighs, Jane tugged at her own shirt-come-dress, wiggling in place until it came off over her head. She propped herself up, laying a trail of kisses starting at Daisy’s inner thigh and snaking up to her head, although her petite form meant she could barely reach her ribs, eliciting a giggle from above when she settled for reaching up to fondle the breasts unfairly beyond the reach of her mouth.

“Let me lower those a little for you~”

The linen suddenly skidded underneath Jane as Daisy pushed her up towards the headboard, before falling like a felled redwood towards an unlucky lumberjack.

Jane would have bounced from Daisy’s impact with the mattress, had she not been directly between the two. Not that she was complaining, nor could she have, her mouth having found the nipple of the boob now covering her head. She tongued it eagerly, one of the few things she could do with the weight pinning her utterly in place, and felt Daisy shiver at the lightly sucking tease. Smothered head to toe by the plush warmth, Jane’s hips tilted reflexively as an ache of desire grew in her moistening loins. The lack of air soon became more urgent though, and she flapped a hand to tap out an alert.

Daisy dutifully rolled to the side, and Jane pulled herself from the miniature human-sized imprint she’d surely just pressed into the bed. Then, determined to take back the initiative, she edged lower again to slip a hand under the waistband of Daisy’s panties.

Her fingers sunk into the moist folds, a resonant moan coming from Daisy as she found the firm nub swelling at her touch. Normally she’d be kissing her partner’s chest or on the mouth, but as before lacked the reach, so instead tugged Daisy’s damp undies to down to give better attention to her lower lips instead. Or tried to, anyway; she was unable to yank them out from under the prodigious behind of the relative giantess, from whom she had to humorously request assistance. Daisy tittered as she graciously lifted her hips and slid her panties off, the smell of her arousal wafting over the smaller woman who took the opportunity to slip between her legs.

Jane’s tongue may have been smaller than usual, but was still incredibly deft, darting over and around the clit as if she was dying of thirst and every lap was the key to another lifesaving dribble of moisture. Daisy groaned enthusiastically, arching her back and rocking her hips at the attention, then feeling the slim shaft of a finger slipping easily into her pussy. It was narrow enough to be more of a tease than a proper insertion, before Jane realised what the size difference demanded of her and followed it with the rest of her hand up to the wrist. Looking lustfully up out of the valley of Daisy’s thighs, Jane pumped her arm as she continued to dote on Daisy’s love button, all while scrabbling her fingers over the inner walls, caressing every sensitive inch from the base of Daisy’s cervix to the rough patch of her g-spot. Her lover’s adorable moans grew louder but muffled by the canyon walls of her legs that clamped against the sides of her head. Sweet, delicious lubricant flowed freely as pleasure surged and swelled within the larger woman, and Jane took the liberty of sneaking her other hand to tease the hidden opening she’d already got so intimately familiar with.

It opened eagerly at her touch, sucking hungrily at the air. Jane readily thrust her fingers through the wrinkled ring, felt the cavernous insides, and slid her arm steadily in past her elbow to fill it. Daisy’s tummy didn’t so much as bulge, but then she gasped, tensing and crying out gutturally, and the spacious tunnel collapsed inwards. Daisy’s body tightened as muscles contracted uncontrollably, both her core muscles and those of her legs, which slammed together and squeezed. The great pillars already completely covered Jane’s back, and now they pressed her into the bed as the smaller woman was suddenly held in a squishy but vice-like grip. Feeling pleased with herself, she waited for the orgasm to subside.

Once freed from the quaking legs, Jane withdrew her limbs and then, automatically falling into the role of the lead, clambered on top of Daisy into a 69 position, her own nethers spread on display as she lowered her head back to the sodden cleft she’d briefly left alone.

Suddenly, she yipped as strong hands pulled her backwards by the hips. Jane’s smaller torso wasn’t long enough for them both to eat each other out at the same time, and obviously Daisy was eager to please too, as Jane immediately felt her getting to work. Daisy lacked Jane’s precision, but made up for it with an unbridled enthusiasm. Her tongue went wild, and Jane cried out inarticulately as she felt it actually pushing inside her slit, the difference in size meaning the wriggling appendage didn’t just feel bigger, it filled her pussy entirely.

Her dominant position rapidly slipped away from her as Daisy wrapped her arms around her to hold her in place, pinning Jane’s to her sides. Daisy was craning her neck slightly to get to Jane’s groin, and shuffled herself upright, taking Jane’s butt with her. Jane squealed into the lower tummy her face was pressed against as she was manhandled, the blood rushing to her head as she was restrained upside down in the now vertical 69. She waggled uncoordinatedly, heavily distracted by the tongue buried between her legs, but Daisy brought her knees up to her chest as she sat with Jane still plastered to her front. Thighs pressed against her back, clamping her tightly in place with heavy breasts on either side of her, she was reminded of the confines she’d spent most of the day stuck in.

Unable to pry herself free even had she wanted to, it was suddenly quite clear that Jane was no longer even close to taking the lead for her “shy” friend. Being unexpectedly dominated stoked the flames already growing in her loins, and she felt a mighty, inexorable climax approaching as the animated tongue plunged implacably into her exposed sex. One of Daisy’s hands slid under one of Jane’s twitching legs to find her neglected clit, and a strangled, groaning scream escaped her as her hips bucked helplessly, the mere contact having set the pinned girl off like gunpowder touched off by a lit match.

Still trapped in the smothering embrace, Jane quaked as the climax stretched on, Daisy continuing her over-eager ministrations even as Jane entered the normal post-climax oversensitivity, heedless of the squealing whimpers being muffled into her stomach. Overstimulated twitches wracked Jane’s body for a moment before the discomfort morphed into fresh ecstasy as a new orgasm bubbled up to blindside her, chaining together with the first and reducing her to a burbling, twitching mess of aftershocks, drool running up her face.

She felt the thighs at her back parting to allow her to roll forwards as Daisy released her, giggling down at the little figure that fell limp between her legs. Breathing heavily, Jane needed a full minute to recuperate enough to remember coherent English.

“You are… fffucking incredible, you know that…?”

Daisy tittered sweetly and leant down to give her a long kiss.

“Mmf, thanks, and you too~”

“Glad you think so, you pulled me away from your pussy before I could go for a second round!” She rolled over, clambering up her lover to drape her arms around her neck, and made moist contact as their disparate busts squashed together. “And… seeing as how you stopped me before I could finish you off again… I have a sexy idea…”

Daisy’s eyebrow rose quizzically as Jane’s waggled suggestively. She didn’t need to ask what the idea was though, as at that moment she felt the touch of toes knocking at her backdoor.

“This is… quite the fetish you seem to have picked up…” She said, slowly but hardly dismayed.

“Heehee~” Jane plopped back onto the mattress, feeling the tight orifice loosening eagerly as she probed it. “Like you’re against it! Besides, am I supposed to be embarrassed that I enjoy getting all up in the booty a big beautiful babe like yourself?”

Daisy huffed, Jane’s feet having teased her open wide enough to push in up to the ankles, heels slipping in with a pop. “I think that’s… usually less literal…” One hand crept to her nethers despite the quibble, slowly massaging the entrance to her already warmed up snatch.

“I’m more self-conscious about how small I am to be honest, feels kinda vulnerable with everything so much larger than me… Except when I was inside you…”

“Jane…”

“Enough of the goopy emotional stuff though, it wasn’t just comfortable in you, it was sexy! And I want- God! Mooore!” Thrusting her legs in up to her calves, Jane kicked her lower legs like she was dangling them in a warm pool, touching her soaking slit and jerking in surprise at the intensity of her body’s response.

Daisy was all too happy to play along, allowing the natural suction of her ass to tug at the limbs slowly filling her.

“Fffuck, You’re right, this feels gooood~” She moaned needily.

“N-now you’re getting into it! You’re so soft, and tight, and- hah! Everywhere around me~!”

“Mnh!” Daisy squeaked as Jane rambled breathily, the wet flicking sounds strumming rapidly alongside the languorous squelching of legs sinking deeper into the dark tunnel. “And you’re so big! Stretching my ass, and you just keep- going- deeeEEEEper!!”

One large hand tugged forcefully at Jane’s arm where Daisy could reach it, her pelvis almost creaking from the strain of the widest parts of Jane’s hips entering her, her asshole pushed to the limits of how taut it could be drawn and burning with tension so intense it bordered on painful. It was almost a relief when she slipped down to the narrow waist that followed. Jane’s hands were pinned to her sides, disappearing from view to join everything below her navel, encased in guts wrapped around her like a sausage casing beneath the chubby layers of fat and muscle of Daisy’s abdomen.

“Hhh- Hah! You want more of me?”

“Uhhuuuhhh!” Daisy ululated affirmatively. Her middle was visibly starting to swell, Jane’s breasts being lifted towards her face by the encroaching ring of muscle. “M-more! Want… All of you!”

“You want to keep me inside of you, where it’s so dark, and hot, and I’m powerless to stop you!”

A fierce climax was building in Daisy, Jane’s dirty talk filling her head with thrilling thoughts of reckless domination. She eased up on her throbbing clitoris, not wanting to set off a bang this big too early, slipping a digit into her vagina instead, though with the pressure from Jane’s body clamping the passage down on her finger it felt even better than normal just the same. Teetering on the brink, she stutteringly joined in again.

“You’d make my belly s- so biiig! But nn- no-one would know it was you! You’d be hidden, my secret! My TOY!”

Jane was approaching a crest herself, her writhing becoming faster and her voice gaining a high-pitched urgency as Daisy’s anus steamrollered over her erect nipples and tightened around her throat like the last stop before losing the flared based of a buttplug.

“And I wouldn’t be able to escape! I can kick and yell, but I’d be trapped, under your control! I wouldn’t be able to help but to feel good and all my struggling would do is give you pleasure!”

“For however long I wanted! And you’d love every moment! Say it! Say it again!”

Almost all self-control had been lost by both women now, their bodies moving by instinct rather than conscious thought as ecstasy built like irresistible water pressure on the verge of shattering a mighty dam, lightning-quick bursts of pleasure streaking through them as precursors of the imminent collapse like jets of water shooting through the cracking concrete.

“Fuah- Fuc- I wwwant it! I want you to keep me!”

“MINE!!”

“YOURMMPHH!!”

With a terrific, unstoppable contraction, Jane was yanked entirely inside, and the tsunami-like climaxes swept them away simultaneously with a force beyond anything either of them had ever experienced, every nerve blazing in the torrent.

Jane felt the walls collapsing in on her, unbearably tight but rippling a massage that intensified the sublime friction over every millimetre of exposed skin, and she howled coarsely into the smothering flesh even as it subjugated hers. Daisy let loose her own guttural cry to match the muffled ones vibrating through her core, her guts bloated with the shuddering mass. Rubbing circles with one hand around her clit fast enough to rival a spinning top, the other hand grasped at her breasts, her belly, the bedsheet, anything it could find purchase on to hold onto for dear life.

It was like the squirming lump was resonating with the waves of her orgasm, amplifying them as they bounced from every extremity, the incredible feelings seemingly never-ending.

Indeed, it was at the limits of what her waking mind could handle, and she heard the blood pounding in her ears as her own voice started to sound distant. The overwhelming sensations filled her mind, pushing out all else until it seemed even her own spirit was being forcibly evicted. Utterly spent and with her head spinning, she fell backwards into the peaceful void of unconsciousness.

When Daisy blearily came to the next morning, she was suffused with a satisfied glow so strong she could have outshone the light dappling through the curtains.

Curling her toes, she stretched her legs, still lying on her side with one hand draped over a solid sphere in front of her.

“Mmm… Jane?…” She murmured without opening her eyes, too steeped in contentment by this point for any undue worries, especially as the pleasant memories of the night before swam before her mind’s eye. Tensing her stomach experimentally, she felt a faint twitch from somewhere inside her, and smiled sleepily. As she idly stroked the curled form though, the feeling grew that something was… different.

Blinking the crust from her eyes, she glanced down at the bulge. It was covered by her duvet, presumably pulled over herself as she shifted in her sleep as blankets so often are, much to the dismay of spontaneously uninsulated husbands everywhere.

Something about it still didn’t seem right to Daisy, inchoate furrows forming on her brow. She tried to sit up, only to be thrown off balance, almost anchored to the bed by a significant weight.

Now concerned, she whipped the blanket away to look at her nude body, and gave a strangled cry at the sight that greeted her.

Her belly, previously heavily gravid but still within the realms of normality for a pregnancy, had ballooned overnight! It was now bigger than an exercise ball, jutting turgidly a whole two feet in front of her, the flushed skin covering it drawn drum tight over the massive protuberance. Daisy still couldn’t make out any defined features of her passenger under the taut flesh, but it was no longer quite so smoothly rounded, bulging irregularly.

“J- Jane! Hold on!”

Daisy scrambled up onto all fours. Her heavy belly squelched gently as it swung under her, its contents too tightly packed to even slosh properly. The commotion started to rouse said contents, and Jane grunted out an incredibly intelligent comment of “whahhappa?” to the intestines, which weren’t listening anyway.

“I thought- you said- the size change- would wear off- after a week!” Daisy forced out through gritted teeth as she bore down, fumbling with the indistinct shape under her skin while trying to get her guts to cooperate, raising her voice in frustration. “Or at least a few days!”

“Whht? Whddyhhmhhn?” The half-awake reply was too muffled to understand even if Daisy had been focusing on translating it.

Muscles clamped down on Jane’s entire body, and she was disallowed from moving even a finger out of the position that Daisy’s bowels were contorting her into. Wires must have got seriously crossed in her brain at some point though, as instead of being agonising, the heat and spiking pressure was felt as a wave of stimulation, her body responding as if in the midst of an intense massage. Her eyes rolled in their sockets with a wheezing groan as erotic sensations rippled over her.

At some point Daisy had realised that in her urgency had not even moved to the bathroom to evacuate herself, but was not willing to stop now, and before long Jane’s head began to approach the light.

It was okay, she could do this! Daisy thought to herself, repeating it like a mantra as Jane’s regrown body began to squeeze through her sphincter. She heard Jane take a breath, the air flow tickling the wobbling cheeks now vying for space with the head lodged between them.

Easy enough; even regrown, Jane’s head was narrower than her hips had been the night before.

Speaking of wider obstacles, her shoulders were next, and Daisy pushed. She felt her asshole being forced open wider, wider…

And hit its limit.

Groaning, she tried to push harder, but to no avail. Relaxing her quickly-tiring muscles, there was a wet shlurk sound as the natural suction of her insides pulled Jane back in up to her ears.

“Daisy? You okay?”

“Nngh, peachy… Just, gimme a sec…”

Rallying, she tried again, and again Jane’s shoulders wedged into a channel too narrow to pass through. “Ngh! Come on!” Daisy grunted, biting back helpless hysteria as her face went red with strain. “Come on!!”

No matter how much she manipulated her belly though, nor how much force she bore down with, it was like trying to shove a basketball into a hosepipe. Pressure built behind her eyes as she struggled against the limits of her anatomy, which stubbornly refused to release her lover.

“Daisy, stop! You’re going to pop a vein!”

“Gah!” Daisy’s head hit the bed with a soft thwump as she ceased her futile attempts, choking back a sob.

“Try to calm down. I’m still alright back here, but I think I’m hitting your pelvis…” Jane sounded oddly calm about that.

“Mmhmmf.” Daisy said into the mattress, before raising her head. “You unshrunk overnight.”

“Huh. Weird.” Jane said, honestly. “I guess the crude additive form doesn’t hold for as long as the current final version. Since it shrunk me so effectively we thought I’d be on a similar time-scale, maybe it was the dosage…?”

Something sparked in Daisy’s brain while Jane mumbled to herself. She was trying to push a square (or more accurately, Jane-shaped) peg through a circular hole and getting nowhere, but if the peg was smaller again…!

“That’s it! We’re going back to the lab!”

“Whoa! I’m not sur-mmf! Dhhsy? Mmffnnn…” Jane was cut off abruptly by the buttocks slapping together over her face as Daisy jumped out of bed. She may have got bigger, but she’d already been on the small side, and each cheek was still larger than her head. Her muffled voice trailed off noncommittally, her world going dark as Daisy hurriedly dressed herself and her booty was squashed over Jane’s face by a pair of purple leggings.

Despite her anxiety to get going, Daisy habitually checked her appearance in her wardrobe mirror, eyes flitting over her outfit as she twisted to look from different angles until they landed on her rear. The coloured clothing adhered to her plump posterior like a second skin, but between the two mounds filling the fabric was a smaller but noticeable third bulge. Daisy squeezed her buttocks together in an experimental clench, feeling the friction tease her asshole as Jane was inserted fractionally deeper.

With her goal being to get Jane back out, it seemed counterintuitive to be hiding or pushing her back in again, but drawing undue attention was not something Daisy wanted to add to her troubles today. She keened slightly at the delay, grasping her ass and alternating between spreading it and smushing it together in an attempt to cover the out of place cranium. Her antsy sense of urgency was not helped by Jane, who seemed to be enjoying having the soft mounds jiggled violently against her face, and was making quiet moans of delight that kept escaping in clipped bites every time the cheeks parted enough to unmute her. It could have been amusing, or even arousing, if it hadn’t been at such a terrible time.

It didn’t even help much; if anything Jane’s head had been raised so that when at rest the ridge of her brow was now visibly distorting the lycra, making it even clearer what was being hidden to anyone looking closely enough.

Groaning in frustration, Daisy bobbed on the balls of her feet, only to feel what might have been progress. Trying again, she bounced her booty in the mirror, an act that looked a lot more casual than she felt. She also felt Jane slip infinitesimally deeper, and allowed herself a brief smile of triumph. Shaking her rippling moneymaker, the up and down motion shimmied Jane’s body inwards, the grip of her guts letting her be tugged in but holding fast whenever momentum tried to carry her back out.

Little by little Daisy worked the inconvenient head into the dark crevasse, tilting her hips from side to side and adjusting herself until Jane was properly buried between her bouncing boulders. She pulled on her waistband firmly enough to give herself a wedgie had there not been a skull in the way, and let it snap into place over her hips.

Done at last with that diversion, she headed out.

While she had borrowed Jane’s rather cramped car to get the pair of them to her shrunken compatriot’s house, she didn’t have a great chance of fitting behind the wheel again in her new state. On the plus side, Daisy lived closer to the lab, so at least this time she was within walking distance.

After ten minutes, waddling distance was starting to sound more accurate to the encumbered scientist.

Ignoring the idle ogling of passers-by, she tugged her wine-red t-shirt back down over the bulbous middle it kept riding up over.

“Ugh, and I just got used to being bigger yesterday, too.”

The intrusive thought she didn’t give voice to was that she wished she hadn’t been in such a hurry that she’d forgotten to put on any underwear.

Jane meanwhile had initially shared some of Daisy’s concern, but basking in the heavenly feelings of her co-worker’s gorgeous body, it was mostly on behalf of Daisy herself. As the hips barring her exit swung with Daisy’s slow-but-steady gait however, it became pretty clear that her friend wasn’t in any physical pain due to her regrowth. Jane could hardly move in the bowels now stuffed full-to-bursting, and when she did manage to squirm a little, rather than hearing any sounds of suffering she merely felt Daisy rubbing her through the tight layers of her belly, so she doubted she could even cause much discomfort if she tried.

One motion she could manage was of her fingers still pinned against her groin, sneakily adding an eye-flutteringly enjoyable extra throb of sensation to the massage she was already wallowing in. She moaned softly and inaudibly into the dark callipygian cliffs smushing over her face with each jiggling step.

The more she thought about the idea of just staying in this unending dream come true, the more unremarkably unbothered she felt by the prospect of being a perma-plug for her bootilicious friend.

Eventually, they rocked up at the lab together, giving their co-workers an initial surprise that Daisy had returned during her time off, and a second, much bigger surprise poking out from under her shirt when they saw the huge swell that had replaced the chubby but otherwise flat midriff she had left with the day before.

Daisy made a beeline for Jane’s project area. Her walk had been meditative, calming her nerves a little as the backround aura of satisfied fullness took the edge off her worries, and she was already adjusting to moving confidently with her new weight. That said, she wasted no time informing the team members still working on the shrinking additive that their estimate of a few days had been a bit off.

A middle-aged man stammered as he stared at the engorged woman.

“But, I still don’t understand, even if she did bigger early, why- how did she get inside you?!”

“We had an accident at Splashdown in Bernsmouth,” Daisy namedropped the waterpark without elaboration, glossing over the finer, irrelevant details, such as Jane only getting stuck after having re-entered her voluntarily. Twice. “But that really isn’t important. She just is now, and I can’t get her back out without her being smaller again!”

The man obviously disagreed, but whatever scenarios of varying accuracy he was picturing, (two of which were actually pretty close,) he apparently felt they were too intimately personal for him to be comfortable asking about. Her stare boring sternly through him from above may also have been a factor.

“If- well, if you say so, but…” He hesitated as she loomed like an irritable fertility goddess. “Well, I’m really sorry, but the additive is single use only.”

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of Daisy’s stomach, and her mouth was suddenly dry. “What do you mean, ‘single use’? If you can’t reuse the stuff just make a new dose then!”

“No, not like- well, yes like that, but what I mean is that living subject matter only responds to treatment once, after which it becomes resistant.” His eyes fell from hers to the bulging mound below them, and shook his head dumbfoundedly. “There’s no way to shrink Jane down again to get her back out.”

The bottom dropped out of Daisy’s guts, unfortunately only metaphorically, and she tried to keep the dismay out of her voice.

“We have to try anyway! She can’t just be stuck, I can’t have-” There was a wriggling sensation, and the vibration of muffled words, but she hardly noticed.

“Even if shrinking did work twice, we wouldn’t be able to apply it to her without also dosing you!” The doctor insisted, more firmly now. “I honestly don’t know how you’ve managed to, ah, accommodate her as it is, I don’t want to think about what could happen if you shrunk too with her still inside of you!”

Speechlessly, she gaped at him for a moment like an overinflated koi carp while reality settled on her like lead snow.

Abruptly, she turned on her heel and left the office, scattering a gaggle of assistants that had been trying to catch a glimpse of her rotund form. Daisy strode with purpose until she locked herself in the first restroom she came across.

Part of her pondered just how many times a girl could end up trying to push her friend out of her behind in a public bathroom in so many days, while the rest of her pulled down her leggings and squatted.

“Pfah! Hah?!” Jane gasped as her face was freed, then groaned inarticulately as bands of muscle kneaded her unmoving body.

Determined though Daisy was in her latest attempt to force Jane back out, she was again unsuccessful. To make things worse, Jane would not stop wriggling in her confines, and with her buttocks parted Daisy could hear the pleasured moans, making her all too aware that despite her agitation, the squirming sensations were stoking her own arousal alongside it.

Eventually, Daisy could bear to labour no longer, and slammed a frustrated fist against the door. Physics had ultimately triumphed; Jane’s shoulders were truly stuck, even with her entire body slippery with natural lubrication. The friction of Jane’s body sinking back inwards to reverse what little progress she’d made sent a shudder of unwanted pleasure up her spine, only compounding her defeat.

“… Sorry Jane,” she muttered forlornly, feeling oddly hollow despite her unignorable filling, and hesitated before finishing, as if avoiding saying the words aloud would somehow prevent the admission from being true, “… I can’t get you out, and they say you can’t be shrunk again, so…”

“I’m staying here.”

“Uhuh, maybe I can get a surgery or something to-”

“Nope, don’t even think about it.” Jane interrupted firmly, before her tone eased into one more reassuring. “You do not have to do anything that extreme, so like I said, I’m staying here. But not because I’m stuck, but- well, I am, but because I want to stay here, with you, held as close as I can be.”

Daisy’s heart actually skipped a beat at the affection in those words.

“B- but-”

“Daisy, I feel safe, supported, and sexy inside of you. I’ve been more relaxed and, I dunno, contented, with you carrying me than I can remember ever being, and it feels better than I’d ever thought possible. Even I could get out I’d probably ask to be left where I am… Or at least see if we could do this on weekends.”

Daisy snorted, rubbing her belly thoughtfully, and after a moment of silence Jane continued.

“So now you know I’m happy with the idea… How do you feel about it?”

“… About keeping you in my ass long-term?” She spoke haltingly. “… I know we did- erm, ’talk’ about it last night, but… well, there is a certain appeal to it… I’d need to get used to the bigger belly but I think I can do that, and something about being so full is incredibly satisfying… You’re right; it really does feel good, and not just in a horny way.”

“Ha, but definitely in a horny way too; pretty sure you’re a little excited already.”

Jane suddenly wiggled, straining her neck forward, and Daisy was instantly aware of how close her face was to her bared cunt, feeling Jane’s breath on her nethers a split second before a tongue made contact with the already moistened lips.

Daisy yipped, her buttocks twitching against Jane’s head as her hips tilted reflexively.

“Heh, knew it. Whaddya say? Want to start this arrangement on a high note?”

Daisy huffed indignantly at the presumption, which also happened to be one hundred percent correct, and at the mounting need between her legs. She didn’t need to be able to see behind her to sense the grin on Jane’s face as Daisy snuck a hand around her belly to begin massaging the puffy pink slit under Jane’s nose.

The cubicle went quiet as the couple stopped talking to pursue a more pressing need, though only mostly quiet, heavy breathing and slick strokes filling the air instead. All Jane needed to do to set herself aflame was to slide a hand between her legs and give her hidden hooded nub the contact it so desperately craved, the pulsing contractions of Daisy’s body stimulating the rest of her more than she could ever hope to with just two hands.

Daisy was still leant forwards, supporting herself against the door, purple leggings around her ankles and her face crimson as she masturbated. Barely restrained by her dark t-shirt, her massive breasts and titanic belly hung pendulously beneath her, the latter’s surface bulging irregularly with Jane’s excited undulations. Biting her lip, she braced herself as the writhing against her insides paired with her external attentions to rapidly bring her to a crest.

“Hah, hah~ Hah~! HmMPH! NNGGGHHHH~!!”

Jane hit her peak first just as the suction of Daisy’s bowels dragged her in enough to cover the lower half of her face. No longer having to restrain her voice to laboured panting, she allowed herself to cry out, the sound absorbed by the all-consuming guts, and her eyes rolled in her head as her thrashing form sank deeper before the encroaching anus sealed shut over them.

“Mm, mm, mm! MMM!!”

Despite clamping her mouth shut, the quickening breaths through Daisy’s nose morphed into orgasmic moans like she was humming in staccato as she felt Jane vanish into her, juddering uncontrollably in her own climax. The twisting form stretched and ground against the sensitive innards claiming it while Daisy rubbed furiously at her clit, and her legs quivered underneath her as they tried to resist collapsing under the raging waves of ecstasy.

It took a solid few minutes for the pleasure and internal motions to subside, and for Daisy to feel stable enough to straighten up. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and squeezed gently. It was a lot like an extra-intimate sort of post-coital hug, she reflected, and hummed happily.

The need to leave the cubicle eventually poked its way into her mind, despite the shroud of bliss the thought had to fight through to get there. She made use of the toilet roll first, wiping off most of the torrent of liquid love that had recently cascaded down her inner thighs, before she drew her leggings up to snap snugly back into place.

“Hmm~” She petted the top of her stomach again, revelling in the glow of satisfaction and speaking aloud for Jane’s benefit, “I think I might get used to this pretty easily after all…”

Something indistinct bulged briefly from the surface of her belly as Jane squirmed lightly in response, and with an untroubled smile, Daisy opened the door of the cubicle, and stepped out into their new life.

One week later, Daisy was, astoundingly, back at work.

She’d called in sick on her co-worker’s behalf, which despite the deviation from protocol of calling in yourself, had been approved of hastily and indefinitely when the story of Jane’s predicament inevitably spread like wildfire.

The shrinking project would have to do without her for the time being, albeit with a number of new safeguards implemented to avoid a second “Incident”, but Daisy was still willing and able to carry on with her side of things. It wasn’t like R&D was exactly strenuous. Besides, she was still part of the human trial for the digestion aid keeping Jane comfy and ‘fed’, so she might as well keep coming in.

Bumbling about without her belly getting in the way took some adjusting, but just as before she got more confident the more she moved with it, and soon she could strut about almost as well as if she were not burdened at all.

Many of her co-workers were understandably confused by how she had gone home one day and come back the next looking heavily pregnant. The rumours had of course permeated the building like a bad smell, but some still found the truth hard to believe. The gravid bulge was certainly huge, but a stranger wouldn’t assume it could fit an entire fully grown woman, even if Daisy did look ready to go into labour at any moment.

Fortunately the lab’s facilities were well-equipped, and a full-body X-ray was more convincing. Even more so was getting Jane to pipe up from under her clothes, slightly muffled but definitely present between the fabric-covered buttocks.

The only exception was one particularly sceptical lab assistant who claimed that the X-rays were doctored somehow, and she must have hidden a speaker down her pants. In a moment of frustration, Daisy put her hands under her clothes to spread her asscheeks, bent over away from him to thrust her backside at him, and pushed, forcing Jane’s face against the inside of her pants. Daisy couldn’t see the imprint made through her clothing, but it must have been quite the sight, as the young man was as pale as his lab coat when she turned back around, which she somehow doubted was due solely to Jane asking him if he believed them now and telling him to quit being obtuse. They didn’t see much of him again after that, although Daisy did get an expeditious apology for asking inappropriately personal questions, which may have had something to do with the glowering member of HR standing behind him at the time.

As for everyone outside of work, funnily enough, most people weren’t as likely to assume that Daisy had another person wedged up her ass as she might have feared back on that first excitable day at the waterpark. Helpfully, her nervous self-consciousness had mellowed out considerably by this point. Whether it was just acclimatising to living with her new figure and strangers’ responses to it, or the constant glow of satiated contentment, she was significantly less worried about attracting undue attention.

In fact, Daisy came to appreciate the preferential treatment she received from strangers presuming she was pregnant. It wasn’t always strictly necessary, which she did feel a little guilty about taking advantage of at first, but if someone wanted to offer her their seat on a bus she wasn’t about to say no.

Another thing Daisy appreciated about the new status quo was the bonus to her paycheck.

When the higher-ups in the company caught wind of the two employees’ predicament, and presumably the workplace accident that had contributed to it, they offered to treat it as “a trial of the two pharmaceuticals working in conjunction under unusual circumstances.” Furthermore, they encouraged Daisy and Jane to agree to stay on, nominally as a part of this trial, with some quite generous remuneration to stack on top of Jane’s fully-paid sick leave.

“In the interest of furthering our understanding of this fascinating phenomenon,” one suit had pitched. Both women could read between the lines well enough to see the unspoken “and so you don’t sue us please and thank you.”

Out of earshot of the corporate polyps, they’d admitted that even without the monetary motivation they both wanted Jane to stay where she was, and while Jane was deeply enjoying her time off, Daisy liked her job and would have wanted to continue her work anyway.

The money was definitely a nice touch though, and it wasn’t like the ’trial’ was particularly invasive; really it was just keeping a daily log to track a few different measurements.

More weeks passed, and the trial for the digestive aid came to a close.

For all the subjects barring Daisy, that is, who effectively won a lifetime supply to support her ‘condition’, and was still tracking changes to her body. As she had confided in Jane the evening before her stay became permanent, she had indeed got heavier and grown a little taller. Measuring her weight separately from Jane’s was something of a challenge, but it was definitely still slowly on the rise, and her height too had stayed on its steady upwards trend, granting her another few inches past what she’d had before she’d started taking the digestive efficiency aid. It wasn’t strictly vertical growth though; despite her weight gain her figure was roughly stable, it just scaled up, getting more voluptuous as she grew.

Daisy was neither surprised nor as upset by this as she might have been once upon a time; after all, as she put it, she was eating for two.

Besides, while her thighs had grown thicker, they had also grown dense with powerful muscles from supporting her and her passenger. Her already generous hips had increased in width too, enough to make carrying Jane sliiightly more manageable. Perhaps she was imagining it, but it felt like she rested more snugly in cradle of her pelvis, although it wasn’t enough to actually let her be extracted yet.

If it ever would be.

It was hard to tell on the x-rays, but since she was absorbing some of the same nutrition Daisy was, Jane may actually have gotten larger too, ensuring she wasn’t going anywhere. The mass of Daisy’s somewhat mountainous belly didn’t seem to her to be getting much smaller compared to the rest of her, at any rate.

The biggest practical upshot of this growth, aside from needing a new wardrobe, was that all the extra mass on her ass meant her butt dwarfed Jane’s head completely. They’d been kept largely proportional to her growing hips, but unlike initially when Jane’s scalp could visibly part her cheeks, now they swallowed up her head entirely, keeping her concealed unless Daisy purposefully held the great globes apart.

If she ever wanted to be surer of her appearance however, she had a solution for that now too. After some experimenting with a corset, even the most irregular bulges could be tamped down until Jane was once again hidden in an almost perfectly smooth, round ball of flesh. With some extra effort, it could actually squeeze down tight enough to shrink the sphere a little. The only minor issue had arose when trying it out for the first time and Daisy tightened it from the top and worked down. The squeeze from above had built until in an extremely startling moment, Jane’s head had inadvertently popped out from inside her, shooting out far enough for her face to suddenly show through the tights she’d been wearing for the test. Daisy was thankful they’d tried this in the privacy of her own home, as she had actually screamed at the sensation, which felt unpleasantly like erroneously trusting a fart. Jane thought it was hilarious, and had laughed until Daisy had smushed her butt over Jane’s face again to mute her mirth and escape the embarrassing moment.

Daisy tightened the corset from the bottom upwards next time.

Naturally, test-running the garment had been discussed first, and Jane had obviously gone happily along with the experiment and subsequent uses. Not that she would have been able to prevent Daisy from wearing it had the larger woman been so inclined of course, but from her perspective the powerlessness to resist was just another flavour of exciting.

As they discovered, the corset added a new level of helplessness to her confinement.

The pressure when Daisy wore it did this pinned Jane into complete immobility whether her head was nestled on the inside or the outside of Daisy’s asshole, and drove all but the shallowest breaths from her lungs. But, it also drove the thoughts from her mind in a wash of pleasurable static as crushed nerves sparked confusedly under the continuous assault, leaving her to steep in the fugue state of overstimulation, while Daisy could take advantage of the shapelier orb to try wearing more form-fitting clothing over the reduced bulge.

She’d spent at least one very pleasant evening treating herself to a night out at a fancy restaurant, clad in an incredibly flattering dress that hugged her exaggerated hourglass curves as closely as it did the firm swell of her middle. And while she did that, Jane spent the hours trapped in a constant, smouldering orgasm, unable to make a peep, her brain slowly sizzling into a slurry incapable of stringing two words together even if there had been a chance of them escaping her sound-proof prison. Come the end of the night, nobody but Daisy was any the wiser about the muddled mess of a woman they had unknowingly shared a room with.

One day, when hanging out with some of the friends Daisy had recently acquired with her newfound confidence, they were discussing arranging a fun day out of some kind.

“We could go clubbing?” One blonde young woman suggested.

“Eh, not sure that’s everyone’s scene…” the guy next to her countered, glancing at Daisy’s ‘pregnancy’. She was largely teetotal when going out, finding the truth a hassle to explain and prove every time someone was leery of serving her alcohol, not that she minded too much.

Hell, even her newer friends were aware of Jane only as a mysterious special lady in her life that they hadn’t got to meet yet. She was holding off on telling them the full story until they were a little more familiar with each other. Until then, she let them know that she wasn’t really pregnant, despite initial scepticism, but was somewhat vague about the unique chronic condition that she assured them wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

“How about hiking? There are some good trails outside the city.”

“Are you okay with long walks?” Another person directed at her considerately, albeit unnecessarily.

“Ha, I’ve seen what she can lift, with those legs Daisy’s probably a better hiker than you are!” The blonde chimed in, truthfully. In fact, going for long walks was one of the couple’s favourite activities now. With Jane’s head sandwiched by Daisy’s cushiony tush, every swing of her hips swished supple glutes against her hidden plug. The resistance of the hard shape was deeply enjoyable for Daisy, and the gorgeous massage in the sweat-slicked chasm was downright mesmerising for Jane. The miles just melted away.

“I’m sure she is, but I’m not really a fan of that sort of thing,” a plumper girl added with a familiar self-consciousness that tickled at Daisy’s brain, “I’d probably just slow the rest of you down.”

Daisy felt Jane squirm gently, the sensation entirely natural to her by now, not even a bump showing through her turtleneck sweater as her lover shifted autonomically in the constricting darkness of her permanent, inescapable abode.

“Ooh, I have an idea!” She piped up, grinning as the group looked to her expectantly.

“How do you guys feel about waterslides?”