Sherberts day
Or
Fun with a hot-tub?

It was another bland morning in the life of the working class. A hundred million alarm clocks all started blaring off tune Japanese talk radio in a vain attempt to awaken the 9-5 wage slaves of our generation. As one, all paws/hands slammed down on the snooze button, to continue the dreams of non-reality for another slim 5 mins. Thus was the life for Sherbert. A small anthro raccoon. Now, furs we’re not all that common yet in the wide world we call earth, but she didn’t mind. She had a fairly decent job, and went about he life without a care in the world.

She slipped her slim and trim figure from under the warm covers of her bed, and hopped to the floor. She was a lovely example of how a little furryness can make anything look better. Standing at about 6ft in height, she had an orange coat, thin body, and a pair of knockers that could put some furs eye out. Each one was the size of a melon, and needed a custom made bra to be supported. Stumbling to the bathroom, she turned on the faucets to her bathtub. And thus her morning ritual began. As the tub filled up with warm water, she went and made coffee, and some breakfast. By the time she returned to the bathroom, the bath was ready. Setting the food on the side of the tub, she slowly settled herself into the warm oasis that is the bathtub, and added lots and lots of soap. Thanks to the water jets she had on the side of the thing, she was soon covered all the way up to her furry ears with thick white soap suds. Brushing away the clinging soap from her muzzle, she began to wolf down her meager breakfast of eggs, bacon, and coffee. Then, once the process of fueling her gorgeous body was complete, she dipped beneath the rolling waves of soap and water to soak down her fur. Holding her breath, she just floated underwater for as long as she could. Releasing a sigh of pure contentment as she again broke the surface, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. White from head to tail.

“Ah… is there anything more pleasurable than a bubble bath? I’d like to know what it is…”

Laughing as she rubbed the suds into her orange pelt, she barely took notice as the morning went by. Suddenly it was time to get out of the relaxing bath, and she did so with barely contained annoyance.

“Damn reality… why do I have to work anyways? I wanna just lie here all day…”

A nice fluffy towel and a blow dryer soon had her fur standing up on end, incredibly soft and poofy. Another few mins with a large brush had everything smoothed back, and once again the raccoon was ready for the day. Her job you ask? She worked as an office clerk downtown. She didn’t really need to look so perfect every day, but she felt it was a matter of pride to come to work looking like a beautiful fur, while all the norms came half dressed, and ripe with the dregs of sleep.

****

The bus was late again, and she barely made it to the punch clock on time. Her boss – a stuffy middle aged human – was waiting there to give her shit should she be late. He appeared almost angry that he wasn’t able to reprimand her on the spot. So she walked off wiggling her hips, and shaking her long bushy tail behind her. She was wearing a black leather top today, and it showed off her large breasts quite well. She was also wearing leather shorts, that clung to her figure as if they we’re just another layer of skin. Her bushy tail poked out from a hole in the back of the shorts, and she wore no footwear of any kind. She soles of her paws more than adequate for withstanding the harsh city pavement.

“Morning Sherbert.” Came the standard greeting of all the other workers in her little area of the floor. She and 5 other people, we’re the team who balanced the books, awnsered the phone, wrote reports, and other busy body type paperwork for their boss. The stuck up asshole at the punch-clock? That was him, and his name was Dave.

“Morning girls. How are you all this morning?”
“Oh fine Sherbert. Plunk yer furry tail down wouldyah! Yer attracting stares, and we’ve got lots of work to do.”
“Oh allright Sarah. Whatever you say.”

Sarah was Sherberts closest work buddy. The pair of ladies often did things outside of work, which included the odd party, various social gatherings, and of course going to the movies. Neither really had anybody special, so they hung out together until they could find suitable boyfriends.

“Don’t cut it so close next time Sherbert.”

The raccoon morph looked up to find Dave sitting on the corner of her desk. Dave had a hard on for the lass. Hell, who wouldn’t? But he was the sorta peep you’d wish a macro would come and eat. Sherbert hated his guts.

“Oh piss off Dave. Let me get back to work.”
“No swearing to other team members! You know that rule!!”
“Then fire me you asshole.. Jeez…”

Such was another part of the usual daily routine. Dave always challenged her, and she never backed down. She had been working there for 2 years, and to this day she had known her job was not in danger. The mornings work of crunching numbers went by as fast as it always did, and soon it was noon.

“Girls, I’m going to take a coffee break ok? See you in a few.”

Sherbert went off to the staff lounge a floor down, and fetched herself a coffee and doughnut from the trays of goodies lined up for diligent workers. And all the lazy slobs that slacked off all day. Ignoring the odd stare that always managed to land on her chest, she pranced over to a couch, and sat down to read a magazine. It was some free thing that always ended up in the coffee room, and it was a human written thing about furs. They really had no idea what it was like to be a fur, as they never bothered to ask the right questions.

“Furs and their love lives, furs and entertainment, furs in the media. Give me a break… These pour dorks couldn’t write their way out of a paper bag…”

Finishing her snack, she stretched out seductively on the couch for a quick rest. Her long tail swishing around, her thighs getting rubbed by her long paws, and her chest bouncing up and down as she did so. She knew damn fine that things like this drove the male population wild, but she also knew they we’re too chicken to go and make an offer to an ‘animal’. That’s what most people thought furs as, just another talking dog.

Sherbert was determined to be different, which is why she put up with all the bad attitudes around work. Slowly, she got herself back to her feet, and went back to her desk a floor above. Dave was there yet again, harassing another member of her little working group. He obviously said the wrong thing, cause he earned a slap across the face. He stormed off flaming mad, and all the girls began laughing anew.

****

The day slowly ground to an end, and soon the female coon was back in her little domain. It wasn’t much of a place, but it was better than most people or fursons had. A quaint little 2 bedroom house, a small backyard, patio, and a nice hot-tub. This was her favorite part of her house. She could laze around in the warm waters for even longer than the bathtub. She decided to start the evenings entertainment early today, and leapt into the large tub. It was situated on the patio of her house, and was fairly sheltered from prying eyes. Turning on the water jets, she settled in for a long relaxing soak. Thus another day had played itself out the same way it did every day. Sure it was sort of monotonous, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Today was going to be different however. She didn’t know this yet, and she didn’t care. It was the middle of the evening, the sun was setting, and she was floating all by herself in a big hot-tub. Her fuzzy orange hair floating all around her. She must have fell asleep, because she didn’t notice the rapid passing of time. What she did notice however, was that she had sat down on a water jet, and it was brushing against a naughty area.

“Ooo.. Ohhh…”

Was all she could muster as the high pressure water squirted up into her deepest areas. Moaning seductively, she failed to do much of anything, and planted herself down on the jet hard. Almost screaming with pleasure, the water filled up her womb, and began to push out her mid-section. It was like nothing she ever felt before. And she loved it!!

She didn’t know it, but she had just fallen into a little known hobby of inflation. All her mind was on at the moment, was the side of her middle, and just how good it felt to be big like this. She quickly reached over to the side of the tub, and grabbed some of the hoses that we’re used for spraying the tub out when it got dirty. Hooking the things up to the water jet, she crammed one up her tail hole, and swallowed the other one down her muzzle. Turning the things on, she murred loudly as her whole body started rounding with the water from the hot-tub. She lost herself to the inflation, becoming a giant parody of her former lithe self. Her sides touched all four corners of the hot-tub within no time, and she creamed herself around the first water-jet. Almost all of the warm water was now inside her tightly stretched body. All she knew as warmth, happiness, and a sense of importance at being so big. She didn’t realize it, but she was poking out of the tub by several feet, and her swollen chest was sticking out for the whole world to see. Strangely, nobody noticed. Minus one interested neighbor, who had just moved in the day before.

“Oh man… That’s so… cool.”

Was all the blue dragon morph could utter as the wonderful scene planed itself out before his wide eyes. Reese was his name, and he had just taken temporary residence of the small house behind Sherberts. Little did he know that he would find another inflatable fur so close by! And a female at that! He felt bold, and leapt over the fence dividing the two yards. Walking up slowly, he could hear the pumps on the tub pumping nothing more than air now, as all the water was now inside the giant raccoon fem.

“Err… Umm… Uh.”

Sherbert was startled out of her bliss, and looked down to see the top of a scaly blue head, below the swell of her giant chest.

“Oh dear.. Umm. Erf. Hee hee.”

It appeared the pair we’re at a loss for words, even as Sherbert realized that she was immobile, and getting bigger. She panicked, not knowing if her body could take this kind of punishment for long!

“Oh crap! Excuse me sir! Can you help me off this thing! I don’t wanna burst!!”
“Oh sure… Um, no problems.”

RR turned the pumps off first, then tried not to look all funny as he wrestled the hose out of her anus first, then out of her vent. The water quickly whooshed out of her, even from her maw since she had started to talk. The water was slightly discolored as it re-filled the hot-tub, and soon she was floating in it.

“Thanks for saving me! But umm… What we’re you doing in my yard?”
“Woops! I umm… Well… Thought you we’re in trouble, and decided to help.”
“Well, then that’s good! Say… what’s a cute dragon like you doing on a night like this?”
“Well I was watching TV, and testing out an oxygen tank… I… Uhh… Oh nothing. Umm, I’m Reese.”
“I’m Sherbert. Care to come inside? I’ve gotta dry off.”

She scampered off giggling like a schoolgirl, and Reese found himself rather hot under the preverbal collar. He gleefully padded inside after her, and was not heard from for about 2 days hence. Rumor has it that Sherbert showed him around her house, and showed him a few other things. Perhaps they had too much fun together? The world may never know.

The end.

Copyright 2002 Tombfyre Kraken.