The Blowfish Blowkiss (Stream fic~) (Patreon)

“Excuse me?”

Mareen clapped her hands together. “Pleeeeease, Terry? Just this once?”

Terry rolled her eyes. She swished her tail in agitation. “Mary, you know what a hassle it is just to go into the city in the first place. Why would I go so far out of the way just for one particular sushi place when there’s perfectly good sushi on the way?”

The smaller mermaid batted her eyes on put on her best smile. “Because I’m cute and you love me?”

“... You’re damn lucky that you are and that I do. Fine.”

Mareen squealed in delight and swished around Terry a few times, being careful not to get caught on one of the stray spines Terry hadn’t bound properly. “Yessss! You’re the best, Terry!”

The lionfish mermaid huffed, but when Mareen came to a stop in front of her, she gave the yellow-tailed mermaid a kiss on the cheek anyways. “I’ll be about an hour later to get back tonight. Make sure to get your work done.” The larger mermaid narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want to have to eat alone because you were too excited to work all day again.”

“I will, I will! I promise!” Mareen returned Terry’s cheek kiss and then floated backward. She gave her partner a cute little wave. “Be safe! Try not to stab anyone!”

“Yes, I will,” Terry responded. Then she swam into the elevator that lead up to the surface lobby of the aquatic complex. Mareen watched the doors close and immediately drooped. Awww, she was gonna have to wait the whole day for Terry to get home. She already missed her spiky-finned femme fatale…

Mareen and Terry lived in a special saltwater apartment complex by the river that ran through the center of ELEP(insert city name here). Aquatic apartments were set into the ground to let the river easily fill the buildings with water and, for this specific complex, there was a salt diffuser that put in juuuust enough salt to let ocean folks like Mareen and Terry live here without needing saltwater tanks and masks.

Of course, such a cool and complicated place was pretty expensive to make and upkeep. The government was working on making a bunch of subsidy stuff or whatever (Mareen didn’t understand all that technical political stuff), but for now, only special people got to live here - and that’s just what Mareen and Terry were. Special!

Mareen is a smart cookie who flunked her way through school at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean just off the coast of the Caribbean until high school. There, she finally got to take some fun science classes, then got to skip the rest of high school and go straight to college! Now she was going to university as a grad student working on a device that could translate language better and more accurately than what was currently available. It was super hard but also super fun! It was also making sure that Mareen had a place to live since the school was paying for her housing. Otherwise, there was no chance she could live here.

Terry, on the other hand, was a super successful business lady! She ran a whole line of fashion for demihumans - both aquatic and surface ones! She was super rich, super smart, and super talented. She was also super in love with Mareen! They were closer in age than Mareen had thought at first. When they’d first met, Mareen had been sure that Terry would be in at least her eighties, but nope - she was in her forties, just like mareen! She was so mature for her age!

They’d first met shortly after Terry had decided to move to the surface to be closer to her company's surface-side HQ. Mareen had first noticed her because one: her clothes were super pretty. Like, Mareen knew nothing about clothes, but even she could tell they were totally chic. Did she use that word right? Chic? Eh, never mind. And two: she was a lionfish mermaid! That was super rare! Most mermaids were some variety of tropical fish that mostly look the same as one another. From what Mareen understood, that was ‘cause of centuries of systemic racism or something. All she knew was that different fish like Terry and herself (cause she was a blowfish mermaid!) were rare.

So when Mareen saw Terry, with her special outfit, her white hair with natural orange highlights, and her matching lower half with spines flourishing out of it that had been bound together kind of like a ponytail, she just knew she had to be friends with her! So she did!

Ok, well… it wasn’t that easy. Mareen might be a rare fish too (blowfish, yaaaay!), but she wasn’t pretty like Terry. She didn’t know fashion and only had weird t-shirts with bad puns and cartoons on them, and her hair was just a kinda muddy yellow with black ends, and her lower half was the same but with her belly being white. Her spines weren’t even spines! They were just tiny little nubs while Terry’s spines were super long and cool! Sure, they were both poisonous, but Terry was so much prettier! Also, Terry was, like, eight inches longer than her, which made her look even more mature.

Oh, but Mareen wasn’t jealous though. She loved herself plenty! She just also knew that Terry was pretty and mature and long and that she herself… wasn’t.

Still, despite knowing how different they were, Mareen had really wanted to be friends with Terry, so she kept talking to her whenever she got the chance. Like, EVERY chance. She even did her research in the lobby sometimes so that she could say hi and bye to Terry when she was going to work! Then, after six months of this, Terry took her on a friend's date!

Or, uh, Mareen had thought it was a friend's date until they got back to the apartment complex afterward and Terry showed that she was wearing some special lingerie under her special outfit. Mareen had never seen special lingerie before. She liked it just as much as the outfit, though~.

Mareen shook her head and flicked her tail to turn around. No more reminiscing! She needed to get to work! Her apartment might be getting paid for by her university, but she still needed to work for her spending money. It was hard for people like her to find jobs normally, being a mermaid and all, but she’d managed anyways. There were hundreds of people online that loved to be lazy and wanted other people to do their work for them! So Mareen did just that - she had coded a site where she would let people message her coding jobs, she’d do them, and then they’d pay her! The jobs were easy and boring, but they let her buy silly gifts for Terry and the stupid shirts Mareen loved to wear, so it worked out just fine!

Oh, also, food. The jobs let Mareen afford food. Food was important too, she guessed.

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It was well into the evening by the time Terry texted Mareen that she was on her way down in the elevator. Mareen could barely contain herself as she tossed aside her headphones and darted out of her apartment. She did laps of the elevator lobby, chasing the bubbles she was making in a circle over and over again until the elevator finally dinged open. Then, after making sure it was indeed Terry in the elevator (Mareen had made that mistake too many times), Mareen launched herself into the larger woman. “Terryyyyyy! Welcome home!”

“Hey, careful! You’ll spill our food!” Terry said harshly, but she couldn’t hide the small smile on her face. She rubbed the back of Mareen’s head and gave her a small peck on the forehead. “Did you have a good day?”

Mareen detached from Terry and eagerly did small circles around her while they swam towards Terry’s apartment (it was a lot bigger and nicer than Mareen’s). “Yup! I got three whole jobs done! One was for a game’s physics engine, one was for some big brand’s website, and one was for a stock-manipulating virus!”

While pulling her keys out of a cluster of frills on her tail, Terry raised an eyebrow at Mareen. “Isn’t that last one illegal? Highly illegal?”

“Oh yeah, totally!” The moment the door was open, Mareen zipped inside and curled up in her favorite spot - the corner of the big, comfy couch that was full of super-soft sea sponge. “I built a self-destruct feature into it that’ll self-delete all the code if anyone tries to deconstruct it though, so no one can trace it~.”

Terry chuckled. “Good girl. I always worry for nothing, it seems.”

Mareen laughed. Then she remembered - sushi! She bolted out of her spot and into the attached kitchenette, where Terry had set down the sushi bag she’d been carrying. “What did you get? Crab rolls? California rolls? Tuna? Clams? I love clams!”

“I got all of the above,” Terry said. Then she smiled. “Plus, I also got…”

The muddy-haired woman’s eyes widened. “Shrimp? Did you get shrimp?”

“I got shrimp.”

Mareen giggled excitedly as Terry pulled all of the sushi boxes out of the bag. Shrimp was her favorite, and it was Tery’s favorite too! It was, like, their food! Of course, Terry bought it every time, so Mareen wasn’t actually surprised or anything. She still got excited every time though. I mean, how could she not? It was SHRIMP!

Eating didn’t take long. They ate while floating idly around the kitchenette’s island, chatting about their days. Mareen hadn’t really done much besides work while Terry had done all kinds of neat things, but that didn’t really matter. Mareen loved listening to Terry talk about fashion things the simple blowfish didn’t understand, and she loved that Terry listened to her talk about tech things the tech-illiterate lionfish didn’t understand.

After eating, Terry changed into her casual at-home shirt (one of Mareen’s T-shirts that was two sizes two large, which fit Terry perfectly), then the two moved to the couch to cuddle and watch some TV. It was super bougie to have a TV since it was hard to get electronics that worked underwater in the first place, let alone in salt water, so it was really cool that Terry had one.

Also, Mareen always had to be the small spoon when cuddling because Terry’s spines would keep poking into her all night if she was the big spoon and that would eventually kill Mareen. Like… literally. She was a little resistant to poison thanks to being a blowfish, but lionfish were really toxic. So she had to be the small spoon for her own safety.

That was alright though. Mareen still liked being the small spoon~.

Then, a little while later, Mareen felt some prickling on her neck. Terry was nibbling on her collarbone. Mareen giggled and raised Terry’s hand from where it was resting on her waist up to her chest. Terry gladly accepted the invitation. Mareen crooned while the larger woman had her fun. Her tail swished around energetically as Terry’s hand found its way under her shirt. Mareen had a small chest and she’d been home all day, so naturally, she didn’t have a bra on to stop Terry from having full access to the good stuff.

Mareen let Terry play for a little bit, then she turned around in her arms. She grinned wide. “Wanna play our favorite game?”

Terry returned the grin. She kissed Mareen deeply. Then, once she pulled away, she responded softly, “Of course. When have I ever said no?”

The blowfish’s heart skipped a beat. She loved this game. It was her and Terry’s special playtime that they’d discovered by accident one day but that they’d done a lot ever since that first mistake.

Mareen went in to kiss Terry again. They made out for a while, getting more and more into it while their tails wrapped and unwrapped around each other repeatedly. One thing she’d noticed about surface kissing compared to aquatic kissing; surface people had to stop kissing to breathe. Merfolk had gills though, so they could keep breathing, meaning no need for breaks~.

Still, after a few minutes, Mareen broke away - but not for a break. Instead, she opened her mouth wide and started to inhale. She sucked in and in and in… and kept sucking. Merfolk were able to breathe using their mouths when forced, but that’s not what Mareen was doing. She was doing something that she and only she could do - well, at least, that she knew of. Other blowfish mermaids could probably do this too, but she’d never met one, so how would she know?

Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, Mareen felt her stomach start to expand. She was normally perfectly skinny, but now her belly was getting rounder and rounder with each passing second that she kept sucking in water. She and Terry were pressed up tight against one another, so her expanding belly very quickly began to press tightly into her larger partner. Still, Terry held her close, and the pressure began to mount higher and higher.

Soon enough, Mareen’s belly was billowing out to the sides and around Terry. Mareen’s super-pliable skin was built for taking in enough water to make her look way bigger than she actually was - just like an actual blowfish! Still, she didn’t need to go all the way tonight. That wasn’t their game, after all~.

Once Mareen could feel the edge of her belly pressing into the couch behind Terry, she stopped inhaling. Then she pulled away from her loving partner, who involuntarily let go, and swam into the center of the room. She could get much, much bigger than this, but any more and she’d start rounding out all over the place instead of just her belly. That was fun too but it was super hard to kiss or hold hands or even just swim when she was a giant water ball. Plus, then she couldn’t play her and Terry’s game.

After getting to the middle, Mareen turned around and posed like a dork. Her belly wobbled and bounced around in the water. Now that it wasn’t being compressed against Terry’s body, its full size was apparent. It was about as large and round as one of those weird red balls outside a store called ‘Target’ that she’d seen in a meme, though from the way it bobbed and moved in the water, it was clearly much less solid than one of those. Her shirt couldn’t even hope to contain her belly at this size and just floated aimlessly around her chest, which was a little annoying. Mareen just pulled it off entirely and tossed it away, where it slowly sank down to the floor.

“So, my lady…” Mareen started, doing a little spin around where her belly lagged behind, drifting after the rest of her body like a half-filled plastic bag. “How many gallons do you think are in my belly?”

“Hmm… let me think…” Terry considered amusedly. She sat up on the couch and crossed her arms under her chest. Merfolk didn’t usually have large chests since they don’t need to breastfeed and, unlike their siren ancestors, they don’t need to lure surface folk to their deaths. Technically,  it was actually better to have smaller chests for swimming fast, so a lot of mermaids had relatively flat chests like Mareen. Not Terry, though. If she wasn’t wearing a bra, her boobs would float and bob around really similarly to Mareen’s current belly, which was always fun to watch~.

Finally, Terry answered, “I’d say about eight gallons.”

“Is that your final answer?” Mareen asked playfully. She puffed out her belly without taking in more water, making it look solid and round.

“Gods, you know I hate when you ask that…” Terry sighed, “Yes, I’m sure.”

Mareen made an X with her arms. “Nnnnope! I’m bigger than that!”

“Really? Damn,” Terry laughed. “I thought I was right for sure this time.”

Mareen swam back to Terry and held her shoulders. She grinned playfully and asked, “Ready for your punishment?”

Terry didn’t respond. Instead, she just returned Mareen’s playful grin and then went in for a kiss. They made out for a few seconds, with Mareen’s belly pressed into Terry’s lap and Terry’s hands idly fondling the heavy ball of water. Then, Mareen locked her lips tightly around Terry’s… and she began to blow.

Going slowly so as to not overwhelm her non-blowfish partner, Mareen carefully blew water forcefully out of her belly and down into Terry’s. She didn’t know if it was because of being a blowfish mermaid or because she had her weird brain, but Mareen had an uncanny ability to know just how much water was in her belly at any given time. Using this, she blew exactly a liter of water into Terry’s belly before unlocking her lips and pulling away.

“I will never get used to how weirdly hot that is…” Terry groaned while stroking the side of her belly. Mareen’s too-large shirt normally fit Terry perfectly, but now a small sliver of pale skin was visible between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her smooth white and orange scales. A liter didn’t do much to Terry’s larger figure, but a few more of those and that shirt wouldn’t fit at all anymore~.

“Next guess, then!”

“Hmm… if you’re larger, then… twelve gallons. Minus one liter, of course.”

“Is that your-”

“Please don’t.”

Mareen shrugged. “I was just trying to help since you were wrong again, but ok. Smaller than that!”

“Double damn.”

For the second time, Mareen swam back over to Terry and they kissed. The second liter was always fun since it started to push Terry past where she was comfortable. She would make a cute little grunt right toward the end and would always wince. Mareen gave her one more lingering kiss before pulling away and giving Terry’s now very noticeable tummy a few loving pats. “Already getting full, sweetness?”

“As if,” Terry huffed defiantly. Her cheeks were starting to take on a red tint at this point and her breathing was a little heavier. She rubbed her belly a few times before saying, “Nine and a half gallons! You’re at nine and a half now.”

Mareen grinned. “Nine and three-quarters, but you’re close enough~.” She gave Terry another lingering kiss, then locked lips and started to blow again. This was the game: Mareen would inflate herself, then she would inflate Terry one liter at a time. How she decided when to inflate Terry changed every time. They both won when Terry was too full to take anymore. Everybody was a winner in this game~.

Terry let out a few more of her cute little grunts as liter number three flowed down her throat and into her belly at a constant rate. This was the point where her belly got truly full and started blowing up just like an actual blowfish. It was so cute and so sexy to feel her belly growing into Mareen’s massively bloated belly. A small, tight orb pushing for room against Mareen’s giant plush waterbed belly~.

After pushing down the last of liter three, Mareen pulled herself even tighter against Terry. She grinned slyly. “Truth or dare?

“H-How am I supposed to complete a dare with you hugging me so tightly?” Terry huffed.

“Hard work and dedication!”

“You…” Terry sighed. She wrapped moved her hands from where they’d been massaging Mareen’s belly and draped her arms over the shorter mermaid’s shoulders. “I dare you to dare me then.”

Mareen flashed a toothy grin. “I dare you to take my whooooole belly’s worth of water tonight!”

“You know I would if I could, Mary, but I would pop. Quite literally so.” Terry leaned in to nibble on Mareen’s earlobe. She whispered in her ear, “Can I switch to truth?”

“Well… if you really want to…” Mareen teased. She was working on getting Terry’s bra off, but it was hard work with her massive belly almost entirely smooshing them. “Tell me if it’s a good day or a bad day.”

“Oh, today feels like a very good day…” Terry breathed. She moved her mouth from Mareen’s ear back to her mouth. She licked her lips, then locked on and practically started to suck the water from Mareen’s body on her own. Well, who was Mareen to stop her super hot girlfriend from getting what she wanted?

Mareen abandoned her fruitless quest to de-bra her partner and focused on inflating her instead. Terry’s grunts started up again as her belly pushed harder into Mareen’s. Before long, her arms slipped off of Mareen’s neck so that they could push between their bellies and massage her undoubtedly sore middle. Once the whole liter was done and Terry’s belly held over a full gallon, Mareen repositioned herself so that she was floating to Terry’s side. She loved feeling that tight orb growing into her, but she also loved watching it grow and being able to tease and spoil it as she pleased. Plus they’d tested it (a lot) and Terry could take more if her belly was unrestricted. Speaking of which…

“Ask me to dare you again~.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how truth or dare works,” Terry panted. She hiccuped softly, presumably from some water trying to escape, then glanced sweetly at Mareen. “Dare me.”

“Take off your shirt and bra! Free the beasts!”

Terry chuckled. “You’ve got to be the only merfolk from the ocean that has a breast kink over a butt or scale one.”

“Free! The! Beasts!”

“Alright, alright!” Terry said, fully laughing now. She casually pulled off her nightshirt, which had slid up her taut belly to become a glorified crop top, and tossed it aside to drift down next to Mareen’s. Then she shifted in her seat to offer Mareen her back. “Get the clasps for me, would you?”

She didn’t have to ask Mareen twice. The eager woman nimbly undid the clasps on Terry’s custom bra and flung it off to the side. Then she moved in closer again to reach around Terry for some playtime. She was so lucky to have pulled the only mermaid she’d ever seen to have E-cups - especially when the average was a low B. They didn’t look as big when Terry was clothed thanks to her being so long and her usually wearing a constricting bra (that she designed herself!) that squished them down almost a full cup size, but when they were free to float in the water like this, Mareen could really appreciate just how big and soft and squeezable they were~.

“I know you’re excited, but aren’t you forgetting my reward?”

Oh, right! Mareen squeezed in even closer, her belly pressing into the side of the couch, in order to be able to reach Terry’s lips. Liter number five was given just as quickly as the last four despite the increasing difficulty Terry was having holding everything in. From this angle, Mareen could side-eye Terry's belly and watch it grow in real-time - a rare treat even with their frequent playtimes~. The tight little gut was twitching and trembling underneath Terry’s hands, the muscles resisting the rapid expansion within.

By the time Mareen switched from blowing water down Terry’s throat to frenching her again, she could feel Terry hiccuping fairly regularly. Little puffs of water would occasionally make their way back up into Mareen’s mouth, which Mareen would quickly push back down to where it belonged. This would always get a cute moan out of Terry, encouraging Mareen to keep doing it.

Finally, the smaller mermaid broke away. She smiled. “More?”

“Y-Yes…” Terry hiccupped. This was about the size that she would start considering calling it quits, but she said that today was a good day, so that usually meant at least another liter or so.

“Then…” Mareen floated up and over her partner. Her belly bumped Terry’s head softly as she passed by. She doubled back around and settled with her belly hanging down into the space next to the couch. Terry’s tiddies were floating freely, drawing Mareen’s gaze despite the large preggo-sized belly that rested sturdily just below them. She moved to nestle her head between the free-flowing boobs. Truly this was heaven~. She grinned up at Terry. “Wanna just go till you’re fit to pop?”

“I would scold you for having no patience, but…” Terry hiccupped again. She put a hand to her mouth while the other massaged her belly. With a grimace, she continued, “While I don’t feel satisfied yet, it seems that my body is having issues today. It might be for the best to keep my mouth busy so that I don’t lose precious cargo.”

As much as Mareen would love to just take that invitation immediately… “Are you sure? It sounds like it’s actually a bad day if your bod’s fighting you this much.”

“No, no, it is most certainly a good day.” Terry hiccuped particularly strongly, then shook her head in annoyance. “It is a good day. My stomach feels well and I’m in the right headspace. I just need you to overrule the rest of me.”

“Uh… ok. You know you best, I guess,” Mareen shrugged. Then she perked up as Terry grabbed her head in her hands.

“Come here already, you. Fill me to the bursting point~.”

The longer woman pulled Mareen’s head from its resting spot in her voluptuous valley and up to her lips once again. She could feel some of Terry’s spines poking into her bulbous belly, but not hard enough to cause any problems. Mareen was tempted to make out again for a bit before continuing, but even as the thought passed, she felt another hiccup push a gush of water out of her bloated girlfriend. Ok, ok, she’ll do it! Sheesh. Pushy body.

This time, Mareen’s blowing was at a slow pace to match the fullness that Terry was feeling. The hope was that going slower would make her belly resist less or give it time to expand or something. Mareen’s own belly just grew as much and as quickly as it needed to, so she didn’t know how all that worked, but she wasn’t going to question it. Even if she was obsessed with Terry’s boobs, she did still love her inflated belly too. It just needed to be a liiiittle bit bigger to really catch her attention…

While Mareen blew, Terry grunted and groaned and hiccuped. After about half a liter, Mareen could feel her tail starting to squirm and twist on the couch next to her. Her hiccups were becoming more frequent, as were her moans. At one point, a particularly harsh convulsion made Mareen consider pulling away, but when she started to, Terry’s hands shot up to her head. She held Mareen’s head in place with a deceptively strong grip. The smaller woman could feel Terry sucking the water in from her blowing even though she really didn’t need to. Still, it did get the message across. Terry wasn’t done yet, so neither was she~.

At some point after a liter, Terry’s hiccups stopped and were replaced by a regular series of spasms up and down her body. Mareen let her hand settle on top of Terry’s belly and rub it while the other held the back of her head tight. The spasms were especially violent there, with her whole belly feeling like it was twitching and shaking with each spasm. The tight tum felt like the shell of a giant clam with how huge and solid it was, yet she was still eagerly taking more and more from Mareen.

Then, all of a sudden, Terry’s moans twisted into a sharp grunt. The lionfish mermaid quickly pulled back from Mareen and clasped her hands over her mouth. Her body convulsed and her cheeks puffed out. She swallowed and then leaned back on the sofa, looking exhausted. “Ooooh, I over-*HRK!* did it this time…”

“I did say we should probably stop,” Mareen noted as she swam up and around the couch again to be behind Terry. She wrapped her arms around her partner and gave her a loving peck on the cheek. “You ok? Need anything?”

“N-No, I just- uuuugh,” Terry groaned. From this angle, Mareen could watch as the longer woman’s whole body tensed up, her belly twitching. Geez, the thing was massive! If her boobs weren’t floating around, her belly would probably be taller than them at this point. Terry managed to continue, “I j-just need a minute. And… maybe some belly rubs.”

“Of course, my mini blowfish~.” Mareen swam back to the side of the couch and set to work gently kneading the skin-stretching orb of water resting inside of her sweetheart. Terry moaned appreciatively and leaned her head back. Mareen giggled as she pressed her fingers softly into the smooth, pliable skin. Terry had just under seven liters inside this big, beautiful belly of hers~. That was nothing compared to the roughly eight gallons still inside Mareen’s bulbous gut, but it was aaaaall about relativity here. Also, the noises Terry would make and the way she squirms when Mareen puts a little pressure in just the right spot, like riiiiight here-

“A-Aaaauuuuugh, fuck me…”

Yeah, just like that~. Mareen grinned happily and gave Terry’s taut tummy a loving smooch, then started a hard but careful massage right on that sensitive spot on her flank. Tonight was gonna be a fun night, just like usual. She just hoped she’d emptied enough water into her lovely merqueen to be able to fit through the door to the bedroom. It was kinda gross to eject water she’d sucked in back out and then to swim in it and breathe it in and junk. Oh, but… if she was too big… maybe Terry would be able to take just a little bit more for her… eheheh…

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God, I really have gotten fond of writing weightless/constantly floating characters. It's so much fun to play around with their staging in a scene~.

This is the fic from the stream I did... oh jesus, that was almost three weeks ago, wasn't it? My bad, lol. I didn't realize how long I'd been sitting on this one.

With it being a stream fic, it's gonna be exclusive to wyrms/sphinxes in place of the poll fics for now~. Maybe I'll change my mind later, but for now, I'm gonna have it be like this.