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Never ending thirst
🕑 Added 2025-07-21 01:07:20 +0000 UTC
It was an unusually hot afternoon when Mara found herself wandering the back alleys behind the old textile warehouse, looking for some shade and maybe a working faucet. She had taken a shortcut home after class, her mouth parched and her head pounding from the heat. The buildings around her were long-abandoned shells, their walls cracked and doors rusted shut—except one.
A slow stream of water trickled from a spigot bolted to the side of a faded blue wall. Curious, she leaned down and cupped her hands beneath it. The water was cold and oddly sweet, and it sent a shiver through her body as soon as it touched her tongue.
What she didn’t know was that this particular faucet wasn’t just hooked up to an ordinary pipe. Decades ago, this warehouse had been the site of a failed experimental hydration project—designed to infuse water with hyper-regenerative molecules for disaster relief zones. It was scrapped when it proved... unpredictable.
But now, Mara couldn't stop drinking.
With each gulp, her thirst deepened. Her stomach began to swell visibly, but she barely noticed—so wrapped up in how *good* it felt to finally feel satisfied, even as satisfaction slipped further from her grasp.
Her tank top strained against her skin, riding higher as her belly pushed outward in steady pulses. Soon, she had to fall back against the wall, unable to support the sheer weight of her distended abdomen. Still, she opened her mouth wide, letting the stream pour in.
The water coursed over her tongue and down her throat as her belly surged forward again, gurgling audibly with fullness. Her hands drifted down to its surface almost instinctively. She began to softly rub the curve of her gut, fingertips tracing slow, circular patterns. Every gentle stroke sent waves of pleasure echoing through her body, the euphoria intensifying with each pass. Her fingers pressed into her skin ever so lightly, and that pressure seemed to *amplify* the sensations—as if the water inside her responded to her touch.
Her eyes fluttered half-shut, lips parted under the faucet. She was lost in it now, her mind slipping beneath the surface of that blissful, swelling thirst. The world around her faded—there was no warehouse, no sky, no time. Just the taste of sweet, endless water… and the ever-growing fullness pressing outward from within.
And still, she drank.
