This is a re upload of the story I wrote back in January 2020
It was the first time I'd written anything for myself, so I hope you all
enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I'd love to do more of these
in the future, so let me know if you liked it or not.
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Impromptu Entertainment
by Nota

The following story contains Inflation and Micro.
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The hot rays of the sun were not making the broken AC any easier for Scratch and Lance. The apartment’s walls glowed yellow from the intense sunlight. Scratch was a short Tibetan Spaniel. His brown fur was normally scruffy, but the mugginess had caused it to clump messily, his golden hair drooping. Lance was taking the heat slightly better, he was a lean dear with smooth brown fur, small antlers and short green hair. The pair were overheated, Lance laying on the ground, trying to stay cool, while Scratch lounged on their couch, quietly panting. Both roommates were bored out of their wits with nothing but the heat on their minds.

Scratch stopped for a moment, sitting up.
“Hey Lance, get me a drink from the fridge, I’m boiling!” Scratch asked.
“Get it yourself, you lazy ass,” Lance looked over at him with a glare.
“But its too hot!” Scratch complained. “And anyways, you’re closer to the kitchen.”
Lance was about to decline again, when an idea struck him.
“Fine, I’ll get your stupid drink,” Lance spoke as he got up from the ground, making his way to the door.
“Make sure to grab me the good juice!” He heard Scratch call from the other room.
Oh, it’s going to be good, Lance thought to himself, as he entered the kitchen.

Lance went to open the fridge, looking for the disguise. He found the unopened bottle of Keijer’s Premium Orange Pulp, a brand of orange juice that neither of them had tried before. It was perfect. Lance pulled it out, and opened the pantry, where Scratch had poorly tried hiding his prank potions. He shuffled through many colourful vials until he found one that fitted his interests.

He grabbed an orange elixir, one he had grown to like, as it caused spontaneous inflation with water. Even a drop of it was enough to give a fur of average size a potbelly. For someone of Scratch’s size, he would be spherical with only six. The orange juice would hide the sour taste and colour of the elixir, keeping Scratch oblivious to his transformation. But that wouldn’t be enough, he thought. He didn’t want a massive waterlogged orb taking up the living room, so he went looking for another vial.

He pulled out a small vial of red liquid, a elixir so strong that with one drop it would shrink anyone down to half their size. It had no taste, and thankfully its red colour would mix nicely with the orange juice. Considering how large Scratch will grow to, Lance decided to pour eleven drops in, hopefully enough to contain the soon-to-be water balloon. He mixed the drink together, and returned to the living room, trying his best to contain his smirk.

“What took you so long?” Scratch demanded as Lance entered the room with his drink. He beckoned him over as Lance handed him his drink. “Hey cool, I’ve been looking forward to trying this stuff,” Scratch said as he eyed up the drink, oblivious to Lance’s intent.
“I thought you might appreciate it, what with it being so hot today” Lance replied, trying to keep his best poker face. Scratch took a sip, tasting a lot more sour than he was used to.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how sour premium orange juice was,” Scratch commented, surprised and pleased by the taste. He finished the rest of it in one final gulp, sighing afterwards.

After a few moments of silence, Scratch sits up, feeling his gut growl in discomfort. A wave of dizziness hits the Spaniel.
“What did you put in my drink?” Accused Scratch, directing his attention to Lance. He swore the couch was getting larger. Lance grinned, watching his roommate slowly shrink.
“Maybe next time you’ll get your own drink, and be a little more polite about it,” Lance remarked, watching Scratch shrink smaller and smaller.

Scratch literally jumped off the couch and stared up at Lance, pointing at him accusingly.
“You could have just spilled some water on me!” Scratch was up to lances waist, his descent far from slowing down. He could tolerate shrinking, Scratch thought, as annoying as it would be to be stuck as a micro. He would find away to get Lance back later. Unaware to Scratch, his torso was losing definition, his chest and stomach slowly merging into one large dome.
“I don’t know man, having a personal water balloon is pretty nice,” Lance replied, giving Scratch’s belly a hard poke. Scratch looked down in shock to see that his middle had considerably grown. Scratch pressed down on his belly, hearing it slosh. He grew concerned as he felt it press harder against his paws, his stomach rapidly filling with water.

With Lance laughing above him, Scratch frantically pressed against his straining hide, watching himself become a living water balloon. Even while his belly was merging with his chest, he continued to shrink, now as short as the couch cushion, and about as plush looking. His mid-section was growing more and more round, the spaniel feeling the pressure of the water within him as it pushed against his insides. His arms and legs were filling with water. He tried to take a few steps forward but lost balance, falling onto his bloated middle, bouncing a little as his entire body made sloshing noises.

While it was fun for Lance to watch Scratch wobble in place helplessly as a helpless ball, he felt there was more he could do with the newly filled water balloon. He grabbed Scratch in both hooves, the spaniel flailing in his grip with no effect. He shook him up and down, causing Scratch to yip in surprise, blushing a little. He had shrunk to the height of a grapefruit, just as wide too. Scratch looked like a stress ball thanks to the water making him sag. He was immobile, his arm and legs now domes on his soft round body.
“You can’t just treat me like a toy!” Scratch complained, wiggling his paws. He was the size of an apple, and had stopped shrinking and growing. Lance shrugged, and decided to find out how bouncy his roommate was, walking over to the coffee table.

Scratch felt lance release him, and he tumbled towards the table. He felt the impact of the table, the water pressure spiking, straining his already tight skin. He yipped again, fearing that he might pop. It came out as more of a gurgle. Lance looked down at him, amused by the noise, but disappointed that he didn’t bounce, he wobbled more. Lance picked him up again, this time fitting the spaniel in one hoof. He used the other hoof to repeatedly poke Scratch in the gut, joyed by the gurgles of protest. Lance was enjoying the feel of his roommate in his hands, he was Soft and squishy, his fur providing a nice feel.
“I reckon I’ll do this more often, its not everyday I get my own fluffy stress ball,” Lance teased, throwing him back and forth between his hooves. This whole ordeal was great entertainment, less so for his immobilized victim, who his skin strain with every catch.

Lance was going to have fun for a while, while Scratch could only hope he wouldn’t end up a puddle on the floor.



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Characters Scratch and Lance belong to Nota.
Please don’t use my work without my expressed
Permission.
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