Inflation Intoxication Ch 01

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Vanessa should never have done it. But she did. She had. She already had her hand through the broken glass window of the storage room, unlocking it from the inside, having already disabled the alarm. And that was hardly something that she would have done if she was not serious about getting what she wanted.

As a student studying science (she hadn't firmed up a major just yet) at college, it was Hawes Hall that housed the science laboratory that interested her the most. She had always been someone who had lost interest easily, always needing something quick and changeable, always in flux, to hold her attention. And that was just where chemical reactions and the like, especially the unpredictable ones that required specific volumes and compounds (though that was breaking it all down very simply for her), came into play. There seemed to be an endless amount to learn, so much that she could discover...

Yet no one could have anticipated just what Vanessa wanted. She was sweet, she passed by with a soft laugh, even though she had made a name for herself in the college with her sharp intelligence, living away from home in the dorms as an adult, of course. It seemed like everyone wanted to be her friend and, well, she was an extrovert -- but one that liked her own time too, alone in her room.

Only there could she really let her hair down, putting aside the fact that she was a straight-A college student, someone that was completely and utterly focused on her studies, on her learning. Only there could Vanessa let out her wicked side, moaning loudly in her dorm room, whenever she had the place to herself, working a big, thick toy into her pussy.

There was nothing quite like that, her toes curling, feeling herself being stretched out, working her way through the biggest toys in her collection just because she could. She had found out quite early on in her sexual awakening that she had an absolutely ravenous sexual appetite and that had shot up dramatically in recent months, keen to try out any toy that she could get her hands on, even toying with nipple clamps and e-stim kit. They were not strong enough, in any case, to hurt her, not when she got them from the sex toy shops, so there was nothing to worry about there, but nothing caught her attention for long even then.

Her fantasies, however, were what carried her through pulsing, throbbing orgasm after orgasm, going back to her bed and toys time after time again when she knew she had the entire night to herself. Even if she would be completely wiped out and exhausted come the next morning, it was always worth it, always to let her fantasies of swelling and inflation crawl through her body, making her feel like everything was...bloating.

In a good way. Like getting pumped up, first one limb and then the next blowing up, growing more and more, smashing through buildings and dwarfing even monuments, getting "huge" as she liked to put it. Oh, fuck yes... Even though Vanessa didn't swear aloud, there was no end to the expletives running through her mind when she pleasured herself, her mind running amok as she sourced out one lewd thing after the other to do.

Futanari fantasies were top favourites too -- not just wanting to be fucked by one but wanting to have that cock for herself. Vanessa was and had always known that she was a woman, of course -- but that was where the distinction in sex lay, at least for her. Others seemed to muddy the lines of that side of things, but that wasn't any of her problem to deal with. She knew what she liked and nothing could make her breath hitch and catch like imagining herself as a giant futa, towering and looming, her thick, throbbing meat spilling more and more cum...

There were too many things for her to go through, in her mind, in a single fuck session, though one strange thing about it all, when it came to Vanessa, was that she was still a virgin. Well, she felt she had taken her physical virginity with her toys, surely, but it was about the connection with another person when she thought about losing her virginity. And she'd just never really thought that it was all that important. With the sheer number of times she could masturbate in a day when she had the privacy and the time to do so, was there anyone that could even keep up with her and her fantasies? When her fantasies were so far out the realm of what she was sure was possible too, could someone else even make her happy in bed?

And that was just why Vanessa had her toys, every last one of them, all to make sure that she was looking after her needs, keeping them clean and well-cared for at all times. The toy chest was locked under her bed, only opened when her roommate was out, yet that was happening less and less frequently those days. It was as if she couldn't get any time to herself, or so it seemed, and her frustrations grew and grew.

Maybe that was what led to her heading into the lab at close to midnight, her lips parting in a smile that revealed a flash of perfect white teeth. She left the light on in the main classroom, set up with lab tables -- the kind that you had to either stand at or perch awkwardly on a high stool. They usually tended to be working while standing in there, though all the stools were put away at the side of the classroom, everything neatly stored so that nothing was left out.

The chemicals, however, were in the locked room. Apparently, the window was a special glass that was resistant to heat, in case there was a fire -- but it was not resistant to the slam of the fire safety axe that she had found. Vanessa grinned, stepping inside the dark room and flicking on the light to the sizeable storage room with a murmur of contentment, twisted through with excitement.

"Hm... Now, where are you?"

The giggle that leapt to her lips could have been ever so slightly deranged, though Vanessa didn't care. She wasn't so sure that she even would have cared if there had been anyone there to see her, anyone to bear witness to the craziness that was running through her veins at that very moment in time. Every breath that she took felt as if it was a little harder won than the one that came before it, stifling in her chest, licking her lips and finding her mouth lacking in moisture. It was of no matter, not as she swept her gaze around the room, her heart pounding a devious drum in the cage of her chest.

Yet it would not be caged for long... Vanessa did not know just how she knew it would work, that everything was going to finally be as she wanted it to be, to live out her fantasy, but...she did. She felt it in the marrow of her bones, as cliché as that old saying was, shivering as she shifted her weight in her small, petite shoes, with no heel on the bottom. She had wanted to both be nimble and quiet when sneaking into the lab, at least.

But it was quiet and there was no risk to her after disabling the alarm. The storage room was set up with racks and drawers for items that were not dangerous and needed to be easily accessible, though the Bunsen burner storage shelf could have really used having the rubber tubes detangled. At least they weren't hooked up and, therefore, no risk to anyone. Yet beakers were lined up in neat rows in the clear boxes, stacked high too, everything labelled so that someone could grab it easily. No wonder they needed lab assistants with so much kit to get, however, for she couldn't imagine how long it would have taken to set up for a session if she was trying to run her own lab.

Funnily enough, that was never going to end up being a concern of Vanessa's, even though the high-achiever had had high hopes for her life and career beforehand. Some things just paled compared to what her kinky sexual desires wanted, swelling through her with unbridled force.

"Where are you..."

She muttered to herself, barely moving her lips. She had thought that she had heard Sally, the lab assistant, talking about having the last chemical on her list in, but she was not so sure. Flipping open the small notebook that she had tucked into her hand, she perused it once again, taking her time, for there didn't seem to be any rush there, at least not for her. But she had to get the right chemicals, the ones that would fulfil, what she had read online, the mixture for the chemical reaction...

...All to make a growth serum. Only testing it out on herself, of course, would tell whether it was going to give her anything at all like what she had imagined, what she had lusted for and what she had dreamed of. Even if she had not experienced it outside of her imagined fantasies so far, aching deeply to really experience the sensation of her skin bubbling and bloating, filling out as she swelled and grew.

"Mmph..."

It was a tiny groan, no more than that, though it spurred her on, her fingers trembling lightly as she struggled to go through the chemical cabinet, which was made from a solid frame with clear windows in the front so that the clearly marked chemicals in flasks within could be easily seen. It was likely important, for more than one reason, that the right chemicals were retrieved for classes, but Vanessa was caring less and less about her safety at that point.

"Right... Yes! Yes, this is it!"

She had never seen that chemical name before: the last one out of the set that she needed to acquire for her growth serum.

"Ox.. Oxy-carro-fluoride?"

She tried to sound it out, though Vanessa couldn't quite get her tongue around it -- and that didn't matter anyway. Not even as she forced down her excitement, all so she could better focus on combining the chemicals, every flask that she needed lined up on a workbench before her, a beaker and powder to "mop" up any spillage there and ready, just in case she needed them. It was a good thing, at least, that her body already knew and remembered the safety motions to go through, or else her arousal may have well got the better of her.

It would work...she hoped. The growth serum that she had been researching had had great effects on doing things like growing frogs to the size of cats and even growing specific limbs, though it had proven difficult for researchers to restrict it to only one part when it was on a living creature. None of the animals had been harmed, but anything injected into a subject's arm, for example, had swiftly spread to the rest of their body, so they had still grown -- even if the arm had grown first.

The research that she had been delving into, sometimes with a toy stuffed inside her (hey, she'd take advantage of any privacy she could get to indulge!), had cut off abruptly when they had moved on to human experiments. But where was the harm in making sure that she continued their research, tracking her own way in the scientific community and making great strides?

That was what Vanessa would tell anyone that caught her doing it, after all. It was risky, yes, but science students were, rather often, known for doing risky things, even if they had all the proper safety procedures in place. There would always be an element of risk at play when it came to making discoveries and, at the bare minimum, playing with chemical reactions.

Carefully, she took measurements from the flasks, putting a mask on to protect her from fumes when required. The pipette allowed her to drop in precise amounts, though there were vials and beakers for her to separate out what she needed too, mixing it all together, step by step, in a precise order. Who knew if things wouldn't work if she mixed up one chemical with another?

She couldn't have that. Not as her heard pounded harder and faster and her breath caught in her throat, feeling as if there was something growing there, tightening there. She wanted it all so badly, licking her lips, needing it -- in fact, Vanessa needed the growth potion to work more than anything she had ever wanted and craved ever in her life before. It was the crux of her being, what had fuelled her intensity through her studies, what got her through cold, lonely nights and what gave her life the purpose and motivation that others admired her for. Even if they didn't know just where that purpose and motivation actually came from.

They didn't need to know.

"Right... Here..."

She talked softly out loud to herself as she checked the notes that she had copied down, keen to add her own to them. Apparently, just one drop of the serum was more than enough to grow an ant to the size of a horse -- when applied with a dropper over the top of the ant, submerging it, however briefly, inside the droplet of growth serum.

It should have been a warning to her, as Vanessa stepped back and surveyed the growth serum, which she had made up in a much bigger batch than she had needed. And maybe that was her fault for selecting a beaker that was quite a bit larger than required -- or for starting with so much of the first chemical, which had dictated the amounts for the rest, so she could keep everything in accordance with the recipe.

Perhaps it was a series of bad decisions. It was a good thing that Vanessa didn't care about that.

She didn't care one bit.

And she never would.

The serum in the beaker bubbled faintly and she removed her mask, breathing easily now that the fumes had dissipated, removed from the room by the extractor fan whirring softly up in the top corner of the room. She took a deep breath that filled her lungs, taking note of just how her lungs expanded, filling her ribcage and pushing her ribs out gently, flexing. It was amazing what a body could do... And yet it was going to be even more amazing what her body was going to do with the growth serum.

She grinned, holding up the beaker and tossing her notes aside. With the drumming of her heartbeat racing, seeming to pulse against her eardrums, she didn't even hear the soft thump of it hitting the bench. It wouldn't be needed.

"One drop, huh?" She said, eyeing up the lightly bubbling, softly swishing and sloshing, concoction. "I think a human body can handle more than that, right?"

Of course, it could! And she would be the very first test subject, a pioneer of kink! That part she would keep to herself, of course, but there was a lot more that she could take on, hefting the beaker up between two hands, for it was so large that she could not lift it, full, with just the one hand. Her small hands just didn't want to curl all the way around it, though that was all well and good with the smooth, warming glass of the beaker pressing up against her skin. She'd make do one way or the other, even as the bubbles softened within the serum, the shade finally shifting to a rich, deep blue like the ocean.

She didn't pause. No... All she needed to do was lift the beaker to her lips and part them, chugging the potion as the bitter taste flowed over her tongue, swirling around her mouth and under her tongue. She would have gagged if she was not as keen as she was to get every last drop of it straight down her throat, heart racing fervently. Vanessa would have to find a way to slow her heart rate if she was going to have more fun with the serum, after finding out just how far that beaker's worth got her, though Vanessa didn't know one thing.

She had mixed up that last chemical, the one that she had been waiting on the lab assistant to order in, having slipped the work order into the pile one week. It had been a lot to hope that the lab assistant in charge of ordering supplies would not check that they did actually need that chemical, though all had come right.

So, the chemical was correct, but Vanessa did not know, could not have known, that the amount that she had had added was double what she should have. For there had been an error in the recipe and, without working with anyone or having any connections to the researchers to check with, she was left on her own to suffer the consequences.

Or enjoy them. It depended on how one looked at it.

"Ahhhh..."

She sighed, though made a face as she set the beaker down, drained of every drop. That was a lot, rather a lot, the bitter tang making her want to scrunch up her face and rinse out her mouth with water. The sink was right there, but she was sure there was still a mini fridge in the main classroom that she could grab a bottle of unopened water from, which was a much better option. With everything being so disinfected and clean in the lab, and the storeroom, she didn't want to risk accidentally putting her lips on the long, curved tap as she took a drink directly from it.

"Hm..."

She didn't feel anything, bar her stomach rumbling faintly, protesting at what she had dumped into it without any care or concern whatsoever for what her body wanted out of that moment. She wouldn't throw up, she was sure of that, though something rippled through her, a tightness in her body making her stand up straight just as she was in the process of exiting the storeroom.

Vanessa never got her water.

"Oh..."

Tilting her head from left to right, she tried to adjust her weight, eyes shining, a gleam of saliva on her lips as they parted. Something felt... Yes, she could feel it! Something strange, something unlike anything that she had ever felt before, better even than her wildest, most depraved fantasies! Her stomach churned -- though it was not like any sensation that she knew, like something was pushing and bubbling within her, around her organs rather than in any part of her digestive system, as she would have been more familiar.

"Ohhh..." She moaned, letting out the cry without thinking of who could have been near, panting faintly. "Yes... Oh, this is going to be...mmm...so good..."

Yet she could not have anticipated just what was to grow first -- or the fact that her transformation, even though she had chugged down the serum and had expected everything to grow in proportion, all at once, was not to be as expected. She cupped her breasts, checking out her body, twisting and turning, though the strange heat in her body pooled between her legs. Was she wet down there? Had she mistaken her arousal for a change in the genetic makeup of her body?

But, no... Vanessa had not been wrong. Not as her crotch swelled, the labia of her pussy filling out and thickening, plumping up as if they were meant to be on the body of a much larger, all over, woman than she was. She tried to breathe deeply and evenly, leaning back against the wall just on the inside of the classroom, the door to the storeroom left open behind her. It was not as if it would have been left all that secure anyway, with the safety pane in it broken, even though she could have gone back and locked it.

It was not something that she had to think about, not as sensation swamped her, everything feeling tight around her hips and between her thighs. Vanessa whimpered and tried to shove her hand down the front of her thigh-length shorts into her underwear, though the thick, bulging swell of her pussy didn't give her any room to work with. The throbbing nub of her clit was not so small anymore either, fat and engorged, pushing its way well out of the little hood that would have covered it before as her shorts and underwear were forced to make way for the shape of her body.

"Ah... Ohhhh, it's... It's really happening!"

She couldn't think about anything else as her heart pounded and her blood sung, her entire body feeling hot and tingly, as if prickles of sensation were racing through the electrified currents of her nervous system. Yet nothing compared to the pooling of wetness between her thighs, the soft folds of her pussy much less like petals as they bulged and swelled, filling out and making a huge, defined camel toe in her shorts. It was only a good thing, she thought belatedly, that she had not worn jeans, for that would have cut in even more and been uncomfortable.