WARNING: This story contains farting and fatal popping.

Once upon a time in a dense jungle, an anthro shark wanders into a tribal village. Dressed in nothing but a brown loincloth, the skinny blue guy rubs his slender white abdomen. Traveling in the rain all day, his map has become totally soaked and illegible. Luckily, he's found his destination. With most folks in their huts, Ollie questions an old anthro cockroach. “Hello, could you point me to the well of judgment?” He asks. “Ah, paying your respects? Yes, straight through the village into the cave.” Smiles the old woman, showing him the way. Finding the cave entrance, the shark enters – stepping into a huge dank chamber. Ominously, the water rises from the well and shapes into a translucent sunflower with two long arms.

Amazed by the beautiful water elemental, Ollie is awestruck. “I am Cordelia, Goddess of water. One gold coin equals one blessing.” She says gently. “Actually, I was hoping I could dive into you and take some of your treasure? Since, you know... You don't need it.” Asks the shark, shrugging his shoulders. “My, what a rude thief!” Yells Cordelia, deeply offended. “Finances aside, how would you feel if I swam around inside you?” She asks, looming over him intimidatingly. “I, uh...” Nervous, Ollie slowly backs away. “No matter. You've come for something, and something you will get!” Shouting so, the elemental pins the shark to the ground with her left hand and starts force-feeding herself into him through her right.

Stuck with his mouth strenuously wide open, morbid amounts of water pump down Ollie's throat. Overwhelming his senses, the sharks eyes twirl comically. “Ulp, ulp, ulp!” Gulping harshly against his will, Cordelia watches him inflate. Flailing his legs and tail, Ollie's stomach bloats fast into a shapely potbelly. Gurgling up at her with remorse, the Goddess decides to blast-feed him even harder – turning his center into a sloshing yoga ball. Bulging the sharks navel straight out, his limbs plop weakly to the floor. Waterlogged and groggy beyond belief, his body trembles and wobbles loudly. Although the pressure was quite unbearable, the elasticity of his flesh was proving itself to be reliably stretchy.

Since Ollie's belly looks as if it's pregnant with a whale beluga, his arms and legs finally straighten out – gently sinking into his own massive body. Since his legs have essentially disappeared, the sharks loincloth falls to the floor. With his claws and feet barely visible, Ollie's perpetually swallowing face retreats into its own crevice as well. From his point of view, all he sees is darkness as water torrents down his sore throat. Now that the sharks tail is all that remains on his exterior, it flops around in the air as it slowly gains height. Inflated beyond the size of a whale, Ollie has officially become the largest water balloon Cordelia's ever created. If he was admitted into a county fair for fattest-animal, he'd surely win.

Amazingly, despite his clearly overtaxed flesh, he just keeps growing larger and tighter. “Drink, drink, there you go ~ the more you gulp, the bigger you grow!” Sings the Goddess, viewing her own reflection in the sharks ultra taut hide. Uncontrollably, Ollie begins spewing out harsh wet farts. Ballooned large enough to nearly fit the whole chamber, the shark has essentially become his own planet. Although the gross display of gluttony has certainly become the torture session of the ages, the Goddess knows by the sheer strain of his body that it's time to burst. With a remarkably high-pitched creak, Ollie moans for the last time – exploding so hard, he actually quakes the village. Flooding the cave, Cordelia regathers herself and drains back into the well where she can rest once again. THE END