Shower Repair
#1 of The Household Uses Of Inflation
Standard disclaimers apply here, this story is not for the faint hearted, and contains furry... I'm at a loss to describe it, but inflation, mechanical transformation, a touch of body horror, and masturbation. If you shouldn't be looking at that, you shouldn't be here.
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Sandy shed her robe, and stepped into the bathtub. She pulled the shower curtain shut behind her, sighing as it swung behind her. She hated the way it clung to her pure white fur, and preferred her shower cubicle at home, but at her boyfriends place, she made do. The powder shower was old, and the controls turned with jerks and splutters, making it hard for the mink to select the right temperature. Eventually, the water was just the right side of lukewarm, and the mink began to lather herself up.
The soothing water washed over her long, supple limbs. Sandy was tired after her long day at work, and Chris' quick lovemaking a few minutes earlier hadn't made her come, or feel any better, but the warm water washed away her troubles. She soaped up her chest, her small but perfectly formed breasts hidden for a moment by a layer of foam before the cleansing stream washed them. The mink
took good care of her fur, and the long, curling tresses of golden hair that fell halfway down her back. She gently worked a conditioner of her own recipe into her hair, and left it in while rubbing a mixture from a second bottle into her fur.
Suddenly, the shower broke. Something within it gave a horrendous shriek, and Sandy was sprayed with freezing cold, brown water. She yelped, and fought with the controls to turn it off, rivers of iron-smelling water soiling her fur. Before she got it to stop, she was spattered head to foot with rust - a thousand times dirtier than she had been when she got in the shower. She paused, gritting her teeth and shivering slightly. Then she tore aside the curtain and stormed into the bedroom,
not caring about the filthy water and subs that she left on the tiled floor.
"CHRIS!" she screamed.
The lanky wolfhound stirred in his bed. He took one look at her and burst out laughing. "Ha! What happened to you?"
"Your fucking shower broke again - except this time it's really buggered!"
Chris grumbled and clambered out of the bed. "Oh great, what did you do to it?"
"Me? I didn't do anything! I told you that thing cut out halfway through my last shower! And I told you to get it fixed!"
"Yeah, yeah..." he grumbled, looking at the shower head. A spurt of brown water dribbled out of it. "Woah, it's fucked."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"Me?" he laughed. "What can I do? S'not like I'm a plumber. An' I din't even know it was dodgy, I always have a bath, don't I?"
"You bloody did! I told you!" Sandy crossed her arms, and then shook them in disgust at the feel of rusty water and suds. "How am I supposed to get this off now?"
"Just - have a bath, right?"
"I don't like baths," she said, sniffing. "It's just sitting around in your own dirt."
"Well, there ain't much I can do about it now! Even if I call a plumber, you'll be stood there dripping for ages."
"Actually, there is something you can do."
"Oh yeah, what?"
"Do you remember that my last boyfriend called me a witch?"
She gestured, and Chris rose from his feet to hover in midair.
"Well, he wasn't talking about my attitude."
Before he could gasp, Sandy flicked her hand sideways, and Chris flew into the shower unit, shattering it into pieces. The pipe showered him with water, pouring over the broken tiles as he was held in place by and invisible force.
"Well, not just my attitude. And you're going to fix that shower."
Above him, the pipe began to twist and writhe. It darted down towards his face, and the dog caught it in his hands, but it grew in length. The metal of it met his lips, forcing through, and cold water began to fill his mouth, spurting out from the sides. A second later, though, it stopped, and his fingers traced the side of his muzzle. The area where flesh met metal was no longer distinct, it
just melded seamlessly into his face. He whined in panic, and tugged at the tube, but the skin of his cheek, already budging from the force of the water, followed it painfully.
"Less fix, and more become an integral part of, really."
The mink moved her hands in patterns that were painful for the eyes to follow. Wires and cabling from wreck of the shower wrapped around his hands, dragging them to his sides, and then shot around him, forming a cage inches away from his body.
"All a shower needs to be, really, is a lot of hot water... under pressure."
The flow of water increased a thousands fold. With nowhere else to go, his throat muscles gave out, and it shot down to his stomach. It filled the wolfhound, then became painful, and then... something deep within him gave, and there was a sudden rush of cold water. He could feel it spreading inside him, cooling his internal organs, but there was no more pain - just fear.
He kicked his legs, to no effect. He couldn't get any purchase of the slippery tiles, and even if he did, he didn't know if tearing loose would cause serious damage to his body. He whimpered slightly as he looked down at his body. The rushing water was starting to push out his stomach, lifting the skin away from his skin stomach. He rolled his eyes and tried to shake his head, moving around
the pipe. The wolfhound could feel the water gushing trough him, ripples showing up as his body deformed.
Sandy reached out and touched his swollen belly. "Hmm, cold. I guess I'll have to turn up the heat."
She reached though the wires surrounding him, and tweaked his left nipple. Chris flushed, and then felt the heat within him echoed in the cage - it was heating up as his body filled up with water.
He twisted and turned, but there was no possible way out. His skin was so stretched by now that his pink flesh was visible through the coarse grey fur, turning red as it neared the hot wires.
"Mmmmm!" He cried, to the uncaring mink. She ran her hands over the flesh, gently moving down until she cupped his ball sack, which has begun to swell as well. "Not hot enough yet."
Getting out of the tub, she picked up her towel and saw that it had been spattered with dirty water. She shook her head and strode out of the bathroom, leaving Chris alone with nothing but the flood of water filling him and the burning hot wires caging him.
By the time she returned with a fresh towel, his body was so swollen that it bulged out around the wires. The heat from them spread throughout his body, and he could feel currents circulating inside him. It should have cooked him, he thought, but there was still no pain, even as boiling hot water washed around his internal organs. He gasped as Sandy cupped his swollen ball sack - he hadn't
realised just how much that had heated up, and the mink's hands at normally temperature were like ice in comparison.
"Hmm, just about right. But..." She reached into the wreckage of the shower, and pulled out the shower head, together with the long hose. "I need something to get that water out, don't I?"
In her hands, the hose jerked, and twisted like a snake. The end, a metal clip, rose up, and she gently kissed it, before holding out her hands towards Chris. The clip shot towards him, and coiled around his balls and penis, making the wolfhound whine and struggle, sending obscene ripples across his bloated skin. But held as he was, there was nothing he could do to prevent the metal slowly pushing
into his penis, spreading the head of his manhood and invading his urethra.
The sensation was right on the edge of pain. He knew he should be in agony, but he simply wasn't - the sensation of invasion, of the wide metal hose violating him more intimately than was possible, was so overwhelming that he couldn't even think straight. His whole body thrummed with the insane edge-of-pain sensation of the shower melding deep inside him and the rolling waves of boiling water.
"Well, I think we're ready! I just have to find the on button... Every shower is different, isn't it? Ah!"
She reached out and poked his right nipple, stretched out beyond the wires. Instantly, Chris felt a change: something gave inside him, pushing water out. He could feel it rushing down, into his penis and then out of the hose; Sandy gave an "Oh!" of surprise as it began to flow out of the shower head.
She held it over her head for a second, making sure Chris could get a good look at her body as the rust and filth washed away. "Mmm... that feels so good. And you know, using magic always makes me feel kind of horny..."
She lowered the shower head to her belly. "And you didn't take care of that earlier, so I might as well do it now."
The water was already washing over her crotch, and she lowered the stream further, so the full force of the flow hit her most sensitive area. It split her labia slightly, and she bit her lip at the sensation. The water was angled in such a way that it barely touched her clitoris, a few drops splashing on it every now and again. Yet that, with the erotic rush she got from exercising such control, was enough to push her closer and closer to orgasm.
Chris stared as his girlfriend used this thing extending from his body to masturbate. The flow of water was unbearable, not pain but too much sensation. His eyes wide, he saw that tell he knew meant she was about to come: lip in mouth, she shut her eyes and rolled her head back, her free hand reached down to press gently at her clit.
Then her body bucked, thrusting up. The shower head slipped from her hand, and clattered into the tub, sending a spray of water over the bathroom walls, as she hadn't closed the shower curtain. A low moan echoed from her throat, and she pushed her crotch into her hands several more times before it was over.
Shaking her head, she glanced up at Chris, almost cheekily. With the thrumming sensation of water still pouring through him, he couldn't even whine any more. She picked up the shower head, and gave herself a quick once over, obviously not wanting to hang around much longer now she had got what she wanted. With stab of her finger to his nipple, she stopped the flow of water, and Chris once
again felt the pressure build up inside him.
Stepping out of the bathtub, she grabbed the clean towel and began to dry herself. Almost as an afterthought, she snapped her fingers, and the wires binding the wolfhound snapped, turning cold, and dropping him heavily in the bath, where his bloated form filled the tub, rippling heavily. Water gushed out of his mouth, now separated from the pipe, and the shower hose snaked out of his penis, followed by more hot water.
Towelling off her hair above him, Sandy began to speak. "I'm leaving now. Feel free to tell anyone you like about what just happened. I'm sure you'll enjoy a stay in the nuthouse."
Chris choked and spluttered on the water spurting out of his mouth, trying to speak and failing as she continued. "I was planning on breaking up with you soon, but that shower was just the last straw."
Chris finally got his throat under control, stopping the flow for a second as she headed out of the bathroom for her clothes. "Wait!" he blurted out. Then more water.
She looked at him over her shoulder. "Wait? Why?"
Chris struggled to push himself up. While half the water had drained out, his body was still massively distended, and he could only just push his head over the edge. "Because that was the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to me."
He thought about it for a second, then said, "And not just because I was filled with boiling water."
She looked incredulous. "What, you liked that? You pervert!"
"You just jilled off with a hose coming out of my dick."
She shook her head and laughed. "You really want to be in a relationship with a girl who gets off on turning you into household appliances?"
"I guess I just discovered a new fetish."
She walked back to the tub, and laid a hand on the coarse fur on his belly, still swollen but shrinking further as water poured out of his dick. "Well, I suppose I might consider it, on one condition..."
"Anything!"
She pointed at the wreckage of the shower unit, and the cracks in the bathroom tiles. "Get your bloody shower fixed!"