Swelling Sweat

Cooper gulped as he looked up at the massive female taurgi fiddling with his collar. A blush crossed the otter’s face as he wondered what the corgi planned to do with him. She fumbled around with a tag, her macro hands much too large to be working with something so small. She managed, however, and slipped the tag onto the collar’s metal ring.

“Gotta make sure my little sweat-chugger is properly labeled,” said the corgi proudly, resolving the mystery of what Cooper’s tag said. He was given no time to process her words before he found himself pinned under her sweat-drenched paw, the powerful smell of her toes surrounding his senses like a dense fog. Tabitha smushed the little otter around underneath her the sweaty sole, stopping with a massive toe completely covering his face.

“Be a good boy and start chugging~” she purred to the helpless otter.

He blushed deeply as he pressed his mouth to the soft and squishy pawpad, which had sucked up impossible amounts of sweat like a sponge. It was salty and somewhat hard to swallow at first, but he was doomed by her influence the moment the first drop had touched his lips.

He stopped drinking for just a moment, but that moment felt agonizing. Frantically, he buried his face against the pad and started to suck again, relaxing only once the sweat began to drain down his throat. It was salty ambrosia, and he couldn’t get enough of it. As he sucked and savored the warm, salty liquid his stomach started to expand, pushing up against the taurgi’s thick sole.

Slowly but surely the otter began to inflate with sweat, the bulge in his belly ballooning into the size of a beachball. It pressed up against Tabitha’s paw, lifting it up slightly and defying her weight. The self-proclaimed blueberry otter began to truly resemble a giant blueberry, his tight blue skin showing through what had before been densely-packed fur.

It wasn’t uncomfortable though; in fact, it felt wonderful! Cooper loved the sensation of being completely filled with Tabitha’s liquid essence of paw, the salty sweat sloshing around as she sandwiched him between soles. The taurgi was treating him like a stress-ball now, idly kneading and squishing him and making sure his face was absolutely crammed between her toes.

Cooper had no idea how long she played with her like this. His senses were drenched with her sweat and it was all he could think about, time completely losing meaning and leaving only the taurgi’s taste and smell. He became aware of time again when he suddenly found himself blinded by light as Tabitha opened her paws. She stuck her snout down to sniff at him, and nodded approvingly.

“How you doing down there, sweat-chugger?” she asked teasingly.

Cooper could only manage a sweat-logged gurgle, dazed and drunk from the intoxicating liquid. He was absolutely coated in it, a slick shiny layer sticking to his tight balloony skin. He felt as if he couldn’t possibly drink another drop, but his body was craving more. It was fortunate that thanks to her magical influence, he could keep growing indefinitely.

He didn’t have to wait long before he was sandwiched back into his personal heaven, endlessly drinking the sweat of the taurgi. The last thought that crossed his mind, before he surrendered it to the pure impulse of tasting of her sweat, was that “sweat-chugger” was a perfect label for him.