Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16756505/
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16765064/

Elsewhere in the facility Mondo Zax squinted at the readout of one of the many monitors he had installed in his Observation Suit, each linked to the eerie eyestalk cameras that he had such a passion for distributing around Zlab, his orbital laboratory. How else was he supposed to keep an eye on the minions? And a good thing he did, the Chua decided as his chubby little fingers danced along his holokeyboard, closing several bulkheads throughout the space station and redirecting ventilation. Flashing on a screen behind him was the message:

[Viral specimen 3px896
CONTAINMENT BREACH
Analysis completed...

Simulations project that the virus interacts with host on a molecular level. Reprograms as required. Much of the host's interior dissolves. Via interactions with local atmosphere host begins mass overproduction of H2O. H2O is stored within body. Storage capacity increased via host's skin's new elasticity. Projected purpose: neutralisation of unwanted wildlife + promotion of local plant-life. ]

Watching several of his staff members start to bloat like inflating water balloons Mondo realised: It was going to be one of those days.

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Halfway to the canteen Jenny stumbled and nearly fell, feeling as though she'd stepped on something slippery. Any other day she'd just keep on walking, spills and puddles (acidic or benign) were all too commonplace in Zlab. Today however she was brought to a complete halt by a very chilling noise and sensation.

SLOSH. Gurgle. Churn.

She could feel it in her stomach before she looked down, gasping at the ovals of fur that strained the buttons on her usually loose work shirt. Her stomach was pushing through in wobbling little tufts of fur, lifting the shirt up entirely as it rose like baking dough. Emperor's Grace! She had to get to the medilab. Jenny tried to lurch off in a hurried waddle when she found her legs all but refused to move. She couldn't see them past the bloating sphere of her stomach but when she lifted them she could feel every new inch of quivering, wobbling mass. She wasn't fat but she was... heavy. As though she were filling up with water. Lowering her leg again she felt her foot smoosh into the ground before her calf almost completely swallowed it. Above, her knee was all but buried beneath bloating, wobbling, inflating thigh. Once more she heard that slosh and Jenny experimented. Blushing, biting her lip she wobbled her growing stomach gently.

Slosh. Blorp. Blorsh.

That wasn't good, she was filling up with water! Another failed attempt at spurring her bloated legs into movement proved that getting to the medilab was going to be impossible without the help of some sort of hauler. Jenny had no option but to stand there and watch herself expand, cringing as one after another the buttons of her shirt popped off and flew across the room with the velocity of bullets. She groaned as she felt her stomach touch the ground in front of her, her arse cheeks competing to be the next thing resting on the floor.

Jenny's moans for help went unanswered and it wasn't too long before she was forced to slump onto her behind and wince as she felt it spread across the ground behind her. Judging from how the sirens on the walls were still blaring and no men in gasmasks had come through to scout the situation she judged it was going to be a long time before quarantine was lifted and anybody came for her. Listening to the way her hide stretched and groaned she wondered how big she would be when finally they did come...

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So the bad news is that Jenny the Chua is now part waterballoon. The good news is that if she survives apparently Dominion healthcare is top notch! At least for somebody who knows as much about the Nexus project as Jenny does. Maybe she'll get to move to a place with a pool. Maybe she'll /be/ a place with a pool >w>

You can thank   enmesarra in part for the inspiration for this one! Her stories are one of a kind <3

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