As soon as Chase runs the water, he walks out of the room, for reasons Ty couldn’t begin to fathom. The water fills him *much* faster than the air pump, and immediately turns the poor boy into a completely blob. Within minutes he’s filled the tub to the point that he’s taken the shape of it. He’s on his fat belly, which is incidentally his entire body, with his ass losing shape and leaving his little rose blood sitting, bobbing atop his bulbous body. Ty’s lips are stretched unnaturally long, wrapped around the faucet in a way that he can’t pull away from, funneling gallons of water into the inflatable bladder he’s yet again become. His eyes move apart, his hair spreads further across his back, his nose becomes two flailing nostrils atop a large mound, and his hands and feet fill out into full appendages that then become nothing more than extra blobs at the corners of his body, filling the corners so that they roll back in on themselves. The only parts of Ty that remain as they were are his balls, now swelling to the size of melons below his pucker, and his outie belly button, which he sits atop of and squashes flat. His nipples spread into rosy plate sized discoloration on what was once a chest, and his ears flatten into little indents flanking his eyes, much further away than before.
It’s only when Ty starts to rise out of the tub like dough that Chase returns, reeking of weed.
“AW shit!” He yanks the water knob to the closed position and lets Ty’s lips free of the facet. He’s so large that his mouth inverted around it, so Chase has to push his body back and reach into the pucker to pull them out and free them. They retract into a new indent, pink with strain and spurtting a tiny jet of water until a little tongue pokes out to block it. “I’m too fucking high for this man.”
‘You’re telling me.’ Ty thinks to himself, doing his best to eye Chase in a disparaging way. It is little affect given how his eyes sit bulging atop his surface, rolling with the flow of the waves within him.
Chase sits on the edge of the tub, pushing into Ty, and places a hand over his back.
“Sorry. I don’t have an excuse this time.” He sighs and pats the blob so that it ripples in great swells. “I guess that’s enough weed for today. Uh, this probably isn’t what you meant when you asked for water. But since I have you like this right now, I sorta have an idea.”
Chase disrobes and then proceeds to grip Ty’s lips and wrench them open. Ty can only gurgle, deep and waterlogged, as he’s powerless to even moan in distress. His lips give as if he’s made of rubber, and Chase step into them like he’s stepping into the tub itself. Some of the water splashes out of Ty and spills onto the tiled floor, going down the drain. Chase continues until he’s up to his neck, and then lets Ty’s lips snap close around him.
“Woah…this is crazy. You’re like a sensory deprivation pod.” Chase begins poking his fingers and feet into Ty, making his back bulge out, along with his eyes and asshole. He reaches back with his feet to splash around Ty’s balls, then sticks his hands into Ty’s oversized ones and flaps them around. He poked at his clown nose, making it look ten times as large and stretching Ty’s eyes upwards along with it. He shuts them as he feels nauseous by the vision change.
“Sorry. I’ve been pretty rough with you today, haven’t I?” Chase smiles down at one of the eyes as it flops back to place and wobbles around. He leans over, wrinkling and folding Ty in the process, to kiss at its lid sweetly. Then he leans over to the other one and does the same. “Your family is probably worried about you. I’ve had fun playing with you but we should probably get you back. I could hog you but, I get the feeling you’re tired of being played around with.”
Chase sits back and sighs, reveling in how warm his personal hot tub is. He grabs a hold of his cock. “Let me just have a little more fun, huh? Is that okay? Would you like that?”
Ty is outrageously uncomfortable, but just as horny. He’s been dying for some attention all day and has only been deflated, blown up, deflated again, and now he’s a water bed.
“Blink twice for yes, three times for no.”
Without waiting a beat, Ty blinks twice and snorts like a horse. He begins sucking on Chase’s entire body, and brings his tongue against any part of him that he can feel. Chase begins to jack off, using his foot to play with Ty’s asshole from the inside, until one of his toes actually pokes out. He feels the bladder that is Ty vibrate, like he’s trying to moan. His entire surface quivers and erupts in goosebumps. It takes a bit for Ty to realize Chase has cum, only noticing by his breathing. He’s so full that the change in volume is negligible. Chase steps out of him, distending his face and lips to get out, and then begins to pry his hands between Ty and the tub. It’s difficult, and takes a long while, but eventually Chase is able to rock Ty back and forth in a rhythmic way so that he begins to rotate, first to his side, then to his back, so that his belly and nipples sit atop his front. His lips remain in about the same area, but his eyes are now covered by the rim of the tub. Chad snakes sure that Ty’s nose is pulled up, looking like a pig snout, so that the weight of it doesn’t cut off his breathing. He puts a hand against them to check from snorts of breath before kissing it and giggling as it oscillates. He reaches his hands into Ty’s mouth and brings his tongue to the surface so that it sticks out of the pucker and wiggles about. Then chase gently lays atop Ty, as if he’s a water bed, so that his little pink tongue can feebly dart around his cock as if in search for milk. From Chase’s perspective there’s those huge balls shimmying and smacking against the wall, and there’s the piss slit. Chase enjoys Ty have a smaller cock. He wonders what he looked like before his transfiguration into whatever the hell he is now. Was he tall? Strong? He can imagine what that distended face looks like when not stretched over his surface like a leather drum. His brown eyes and hair, the freckles and fair skin. His nose seemed sharp at some point, his lips full. Chase belly flops and enjoys the warbles of Ty’s body and deep, resonating voice. He mimics the faint licking that he feels on the head of his cock, gently dabbing at the little piss slit and feeling it try its damndest to grow. It throbs and turns red, but seems unable to pull itself out of Ty; it’s too stretched and can only make the surface around the slit spasm and grow slick with pre that spills forth. Chase kisses it, smearing the lubricant around the area and nuzzling what he guesses could be stretched taint with his nose. He pinches it closed and watches the surface twitch, until he releases and more pre dribbles out. Then he smacks it. The area ripples, continuing to twitch beyond the movement of water. Chase runs a finger around it in large swirls until he zeroes in on the little hole itself, and begins to dig in. With a little bit of work, he’s able to enter the urethra and beings sounding Ty. The water bed of a boy throbs, his entire body outward from the epicenter of his stretched cock. Chase rides it out, feeling Ty’s mount hole vacuum his dick up to the hilt until his snuffling nostrils tickle at his balls.
Chase begins licking around where his finger is impaled until he feels a pushback in pressure, and like a geyser, cum bursts forth, followed by a flow of water.
Chase dismounts the blob and then pushes down on its center to increase the flow. Its piss slit widens as more water spills out, and with some wet burbles soon his mouth begins to emit a jet of its own. Next are his nostrils, then his ears, and finally, at the center of his large, rosy nipples, two small jets appear. Chase then mounts Ty again, and begins to bounce atop him. The streams grow in size and intensity with each down stroke until all the holes have stretches some, and the water begins to pool atop. To remedy this, Chase just begins stomping as if he’s making wine out of grapes. Ty is making absurd gurgling babbling sounds, and Chase catches the sight of his tongue darting in and out of his mouth like a scared, wet little mouse. His eyes bulge with each step, rolling around wildly as if looking for help.
Eventually Ty is flabby enough that Chase can pick parts of him up, and the water flows to the lower portions that sag in between. It’s gushing from his asshole, and pushing his penis out so that it looks like a beer can shaped chode. He’s still longer than Ty, which makes him smirk and squeeze his middle harder. Ty is able to move much more than he has in days. He kicks his flipper feet and waggles his flapjack hands, trying to aid in the expelling of water. Once he’s able to actually hold him, Chase picks up the massive sheet of Ty and begins to ring him, leftover bubbles of water shooting out from every hole until he’s left with a wadded up ball of flesh colored rubber. With that done, Chase drags Ty out of the tub and tries to hang him from the curtain rod. His face is massive, taking up the majority of his front in a way that makes Chase burst out laughing. His mouth is stretched from ear to ear, his nostrils are long gaping holes that flap as Ty tries to inhale and exhale, catching on themselves as he breathes in and fluttering as he breathes out. His eyes are down slanted from the strain, and his hairline covers his top. Chase pins his forehead to the shower curtain loops and then stretches him out across the bathroom. His large hands take up a fourth of his sides and hang like empty latex gloves from his cheeks, and his feet dangle from his bottom corners in a similar fashion. Chase picks a toe up and looks it over. Yep. That’s a human toe.
His penis is still the width of a beer can, but much shorter now, and juts out from between his feet like a sad sock, resting on two pancakes that are his balls. His nipples sag like an old women’s breasts below his mouth, and his belly button is back to being a deep, cavernous wrinkle in the center of it all— below the nipples but above the penis. His boobs sag enough that the tip of his areola are level with his navel.
“Okay. Interesting. I’m thinking dryer?”
Ty is in no state to argue. He’s at the point of surrendering to the situation that he feels comfortable being at Chase’s mercy, so long as he feels wanted and sexually satisfied. He’s still terrified of what’s become of his body and control over his powers, but there’s a sort of sick, Freudian sense of need he feels towards being Chase’s beloved, precious play thing. He smacks his wide, billowy and flowing lips and wiggles his hands and feet, and penis, as if to reach out for his owner for comfort.
Chase obliges and unhooks Ty, then bundles him up neatly and brings him to the dryer. The entirety of Ty just barely fits. He throws in some dryer sheets for good measure and then hits the bedsheet cycle.