Fountain of 'Youth' [Patreon Exclusive**] (Patreon)

**This was going to be an early access, but I've reconsidered. As much as I like it, I have since noticed a couple spots I'd like to touch it up before putting it out into the world.. 

Buried deep amongst the countless islands of Greece, lay an island only known to the locals, mainly for preservation of it's beautiful beaches from the hoards of tourists. The well spring-water pools, fountains and courtyards resembled a castle dedicated to hedonism. Sonia could read the ancient markings, a tangent branch of the common ancient language lost to time, and only legible through careful etymological deduction. 

Central amongst the sprawling fountains and pools, was a  large fountain, embroidered and decorated beyond the rest- labeled only as "Fountain of Youth". Trembling, she checked and double checked her notebooks. All of her translations were spot on, barring the language's strange use of the word 'Youth', being used in place of Vitality, Fertility, and weirdly enough- in some places, as if it meant buxom or endowed.

Nervously, she looked from side to side, although she knew was alone in the ruins. In her weeks translating glyphs and exploring, she found the island scarcely visited, only disturbed once by a handful of teenagers enjoying a trip to the beach. She figured no one would be upset if she took a little sip.. 

She almost recoiled at how surprisingly crisp and refreshing it was. Maybe it was the hard Mediterranean sun bearing down on her, but nothing felt better than the sweet relief of the fountains water, quenching a hidden thirst that suddenly comparable to a man lost in the desert. The reverent sip she intended was now a very irreverent slurping, as she sucked greedily at the pools edge. 

She was so consumed in the act she failed to realize how she had drunk more than a human stomach can naturally hold; and how her beige khakis were feeling tighter with each gulp- she was too engrossed, determined to drink until the well ran dry or her throat failed her.

Her greedy slurping was interrupted as her head was bobbed out of the water, her posture shaken briefly like coming to a quick stop in a car. Cut off from the nectar that blinded her with desire, she slowly realized the situation. She was shaken so violently because her khaki's had burst, and the resounding inertia rocked her out of the water.. more interesting was the reason for the khaki's burst, and why there was so much pent up momentum- being that her bottom half was inflated beyond recognition. Her lithe adventurer's figure had ballooned into that of an exaggerated pear- no wonder her khaki's burst, nothing could have contained these new bean-bags of flesh, or thick columns of thigh.

A cool breeze blew from the sea, wafting across the large pool of water. Interrupting her sobriety- she could almost smell how crisp and refreshing it was.. maybe just one little sip before leaving..