Pumped Up

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.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The canine anthro slipped into the shower with a soft yip, her tail wagging. It was good to have a day off, for she had been working altogether too hard of late -- and she knew just what burnout did to someone. Holly was never supposed to work and work and work, taking no time or fun for herself.

Yet the canine let the warm water slip over her that day, taking her time in the early afternoon when she didn't have anywhere to be. Her brown fur darkened slightly as the water poured over her, her cream front dampening swiftly, yet her blue hair retained something of a stubborn wave to it.

Holly liked that -- about her hair and herself. She liked being able to stand firm and hold her ground, though sometimes she had to remind herself that she had to stand up to her rather work-driven mindset too.

That was okay, however, as she took one of her favourite, large toys from the side of the shower. The dildo was shaped smoothly along the full, lightly flexible rod, with no vein-like definition on the length or swollen glands, with a rounded tip that would penetrate her very nicely. At that point, as she was alone, she didn't have to worry about Luciana walking in on her and interrupting things, which wouldn't have been such a bad thing. It only meant that Holly's shower would have gone a little differently.

As she let the shower run over her head, streaming into her fur as it grew sodden, she pushed the toy into her pussy. As the dog expected, her folds were already wet with her arousal and she groaned as it squeezed more deeply into her still, stretching her out. It was a good, fat length, though not the largest Holly had taken by any stretch of the imagination, and she moaned, tongue lolling out.

It was easy to lose herself there, but the moment the toy was halfway seated inside her pussy, she paused, waddling awkwardly from the shower so she could attach the hose at the other end of it to the tap in the bathroom. She could have used the shower attachment, of course, but that would have meant that the warm flow of water over her would have stopped -- and Holly wasn't quite ready for that.

She grunted as she turned the tap on and swiftly squatted back down in the shower, the hollow toy grinding up inside her. The head of the faux cock had an opening in it and the lukewarm water flowed up into her. Once the tap was switched on, the water would keep coming until she turned it off -- if she could even get back out of the shower to turn it off.

"Oh, yes..." She groaned. "Yes, deeper..."

Holly was hardly in her right mind in the slightest as lust ruled her and she bore the head of the toy right up against her cervix, forcing it open, bit by bit. That was a trick she had learned after much practice, of course, although it was not something that every femfur could do.

The dog was special like that, though she ached for it deeply as the head of the plug-like toy ground all the way up into her womb, bearing through her cervix. It was much tighter there, of course, than her pussy, and she tried to rock her hips gently on it, so she didn't strain her body too much.

But the billowing swathe of water pouring straight up into her womb could not be ignored. A strange sensation of sloshing and splashing calling her attention.

"Mmph..." Holly rolled her head back, exposing the vulnerable expanse of her throat, although the canine was quite safe there. "Yes... Fill me... Oof..."

She didn't know what she wanted to say or even if she needed to say anything at all, her ears splaying out softly to the side as her hair clung damply to the sides of her face and the back of her neck. But the moment was for her and her alone as the water filled her womb and slowly forced it to stretch, expanding bit by bit.

Her abdomen bulged out faintly, though it was not quite like the rise of a pregnant belly. It came with more weight to it, at the base of her abdomen, and she squirmed, her thighs complaining from the depth of her squat. Yet there was nowhere else the canine would rather have been as she languished in the moment, panting heavily, her own breath fogging up the glass door of the shower. Even where it had been left slightly ajar, there was an impression of her reflected in it, although the steam made that effect almost completely obsolete.

She rested a paw on her belly as it stretched, expanding out and out into a smoother round, the size of a football -- and swelling even more. It was a sensation to luxuriate in, truly, as it swirled and sloshed inside her, even though Holly knew there was very little spare space inside her for it to do so.

She ached for it, however, panting heavily as her fingers trailed down under her belly to the front of her pussy. Her clit drew her in as she brushed it tenderly with the tips of two fingers, though only that light pressure alone was too much for her. Her lust for being inflated was too great and she was forced to only brush her clit lightly, unable to bear through any more stimulating, deeper pressure.

With her pussy squeezing around the toy buried inside her, she rocked her hips, slowly sliding a few inches up and down, but no more than that. Her body sang with energy, as if all her lust was pooling wetly into that moment, although it was impossible to tell just how wet she was between her thighs, how much of the moisture there was her arousal. The soft skin of her gut filled out as her womb swelled, for she stretched herself out frequently and, well, it never quite tightened back up again, not like it had been before her fetish had caught her as it had.

That was okay, however, as long as she was enjoying herself -- and it was not as if it did any harm to her body. She dug her fingers greedily into the squashy, lightly yielding round of her belly and bucked her hips, licking her hips as she lost herself in the sloppy swell.

Holly whimpered throatily, though her cry was lost in the rush of water, losing herself in the white noise of the shower. It was there that she felt that she could slip away from the rest of the world, like nothing else could matter, as long as she was tucked away there.

And it was for that reason, among many others, that she kept coming back to inflate herself with water, leaning heavily into the pulsing swell of it. It slopped up inside her womb as her belly expanded out to the size of a beach ball, wobbling and bloated, hanging down slightly. The lower curve tried to brush the floor, but it wouldn't get to the base of the shower unless she squatted even more; her poor thighs and calves were already trembling.

"Oof... Mmph..."

Reduced to nothing more than feral grunts and growls, the canine lost herself in the lure of inflation. Her head twisted, trying to find a comfortable spot -- or even simply a way in which to relieve the tension. Yet that wasn't to come, not as warm water flowed into her, her belly wobbling as it swirled around and around inside her.

For something like that, there could only ever be one end and she whimpered throatily, her tail wagging in open evidence as to how much she was enjoying it. To be so distended with water -- though any fluid or gel would have done for that particular scenario -- was greater than she could emulate when trying something else. That was exactly why she came back to bloating out her womb with anything she could get hold of, not even the tight clutch of her cervix around the penetrating toy that allowed the water into her enough to distract her.

It was all about her belly, bloating out and down, pressing into the cool tiles of the shower wall. The glass fogged up, leaving her with tiled walls on three sides, yet Holly was far too lost in the moment to care one bit about any of that.

She couldn't. Not as she rocked her hips and tried to grind on the toy, torn between opposing, delicious sensations. Her skin prickled despite the soothing flow of the water running over her, and the canine whimpered, her pink tongue lashing out against the side of her muzzle, lapping furtively.

Just a little more... She thought desperately. A little closer... A little bigger...

She was close, so very close, but the toy slipped and moved inside her as her wetness left it with less and less friction to work with. Holly moaned openly, tongue hanging from her mouth, though she didn't bother to close her lips again. There was no image she had to hold in there as her belly squashed against the wall, spreading out a little where it sought room to move into. Her stomach hung all the way to the floor at last as she tipped forward, unable to get a true feel for its size.

However, one thing the brown-furred dog knew was that it was so large that she was running out of room in the shower. Her entire body quivered as the toy slipped, the base rubbing against the floor of the shower, the angle of her hips tipped a little more forward against her will.

If it had been shaped something more like a butt plug, the toy would have held itself and the water inside her pussy a little better. As it was, it took the canine bearing down against the base of the toy, forced into a deep squat, to keep it inside her.

Yet with all the water pressure working against it, there was only one way the toy could go, not set to plug her full for all that much longer.

The water bore down as the toy lost its grip inside her, the canine's slippery pussy working against her. She was so close already -- and yet the tightness of her womb and belly straining out had a limit too. Her belly shuddered, water pouring up inside her -- but, that time, it had nowhere to go.

A long, low moan broke her lips as the dam burst, the sheer overfilling of water forcing the toy back out of her in a wet pop. Water gushed from her pussy as she was hurled bodily into climax, losing herself all over again on wave after wave of pleasure.

Her cries echoed around the shower as she slumped back on her buttocks, knees lightly bent and splayed out to the sides, despite her rapidly deflating belly. Eventually, she had the presence of mind to press her paws to either side of her shrinking stomach, relishing in the feeling of it getting smaller and smaller, for that was all part of the process to her.

Holly whimpered and licked her lips, her tail still trying to wag even where it was trapped under her buttocks. Everything was well in her world, yet she was only getting started as her orgasm simmered down -- at least, her very first orgasm of that session. The canine yipped faintly as she recovered under the warm water, a ripple still running through her body, although it was not quite a shiver.

Water flooded the shower, the drain gurgling as it strained to keep up, though any mess would be taken care of later. Until then, she had an anal enema all set up for her, just to see how much water she could force up, with her own special solution, into that part of her body too.

There was never solely one way to be pumped up, after all, and Holly was as keen as ever to experience every last nuance of it.