''Balanced'' (Patreon)

Foo Fighters hummed in surprise as her water cup sank into her cleavage, waterlogged breasts sloshing and gurgling as the fluid within was forcibly displaced.

"Well shit, Jolyne was totally right!"  Foo mumbled, reaching up and giving one of her hefty breasts a nudge.  It wobbled and shook, the cup only sinking deeper into its secure hold.  "I can totally balance my cup with these things!"

Thanks to a couple brushes with dehydration, Foo had taken to overloading herself with water as a precaution.   It did the job for sure, allowing her to go days without a single sip of fluid if needed, but with the limits of her human vessel...

...Well, all that water had to go somewhere, right?  Might as well make it somewhere fun!

Foo adjusted shockingly quick to the added mass, having plenty of practice from when she was first learning to inhabit this body on her own.  The problem with adjusting, though, was that her curiosity began to drift towards sizes beyond her current precautionary level.

What would it feel like if her tits were bigger?  Heavy, sloshing and wobbling with every step.  Would her back begin to hurt, or would the unique nature of her body let her carry it without issue?  Heck, what if it was more than just her tits!

Foo imagined herself fatter, heavier, larger.  It was...  well, she wasn't sure how it made her feel to think about.  But there was a hose on the back of the apartment she and the others were staying in...

Maybe it was time to bump up her water storage to a new level.

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Foof has some fun with her ample bust, and wonders if it maybe wouldn't be so bad to even go a bit bigger...