Crash's suit sloshed as the water poured in. She poked at her slowly expanding belly, feeling the weight of the water slowly pulling her suit's belly closer to the ground. A cold draft blew through her workshop again as she shivered, but a bit less so as she could feel the warmth of the heated water spread across her belly. She squeezed her legs together to let the ever expanding rubber fold around them, before the weight pressing against them became too much. She let herself flop to the floor, but she didn't have very far to fall with the new cushion of water beneath her. Letting out a contented sigh, she gently pushed herself backwards against the hose connected to the tank above the boiler. Another bulge flowed in and she let herself rock forward with the influx of water, sending a soft wave splashing against the front of her suit before she was drawn back once again. Back and forth she sloshed, the sloshing of the warm water in her suit forcing a contented sigh from her muzzle as she buried her face into the rubber. Even the rubbery rescue padding wrapped around her flanks was drinking up a bit of water as the seal around her waist could be coaxed open with the right amount of sloshing. Bigger and bigger her suit grew, and soon her hooves were useless, all but swallowed whole by the burgeoning mass of warm sloshy suit. She let out another sigh as she let herself become lost in the comfort of the rocking, quite content to stay like this all night.

Just a late birthday gift for  turanic and the first picture I'm posting after having bought a real tablet!