The royal bathroom had been renovated into a more modernist design ever since its owner had returned from a scheduled trip up to the highland mountains. The cities there had eloquent public bathhouses, done up in a way she simply had to have privately. As such, the entire washroom was practically remade in a matter of days, white tiling and walls replaced with panels of pure onyx, lit up with bright white light to better reflect the new structure's otherworldly texture. The most import installation, however, were the mirrors. Full-body glass mirrors dotted the middle of every wall in the room, perfect for gazing at one's nude form within there. Yes, they'd fog easily in the humid heat of the bathing room's daily use, but that mattered not to the elegant adventurer that had commissioned them.
The humidity meant nothing to Daji, who could manipulate any body of water as easily as she could control the ocean itself. At her word, the fog would lift off the mirror, making room for visage to be displayed in whatever shape she desired. As renowned for her beauty as she was for her prestige, it was no coincidence that the snow-white kitsune had full access to some sort of reflector at all time. She adored herself as much as her many servants did, to the point that even her finest suits of silk made for battling were designed to be as revealing as the attire of a belly dancer.
Daji wore one such outfit as she entered the bathing room. Brilliant shades of expensive purple and cyan ink mixed together on the expensive fabric, with streaks of gold and black detailing the edges. The suit itself was designed much like a one-piece swimsuit, with a large opening in the middle showcasing the fox's white-furred navel for all to see. A similar opening created a breast-window on the top of her bra, more decorative than functional at this point. Tasteful leggings and armbands completed the ensemble, each dyed perhaps most vibrantly of her entire wardrobe. The only part of her costume missing was the headpiece, an heirloom of sorts and thus safely removed from her head before she began to strip down.
The clothing slid easily off of Daji's body; the insides of the fabrics betraying just how damp with sweat they were becoming. Being able to douse oneself in water on command didn't beat the familiar cleansing of a warm bath, and the heap of clothing that now lay at the kitsune's feet certainly couldn't hide the gradual messiness that adventuring brought any better than the last dozen costumes had. Daji was rather pleased to free her form for the time being, savoring the lukewarm air of the room as her nudity came out to meet it.
And what nudity it was. The Kitsune was rather stacked in all the right areas, her breasts firm and plump while her hips stuck out warm and plush. Her figure was a paradox in and of itself, chubby in all the right areas while remaining thin, even muscular at key points along her sides. Any fur in the kingdom would no doubt desire a woman who threaded the needle between fit and thick so eloquently, but none of them could ever come close to the desire of the woman herself. Daji ogled herself in the surround mirrors as the clothes came off, happy to stop undressing herself with her mind and start actively undressing herself in the flesh. A furry paw brought itself to her tits, and suddenly she was giving herself a gentle, loving rubdown.
Oh, how I've grown since I've taken up adventuring, thought Daji to herself, entranced by her own soft, supple flesh as she watched herself go on in the mirror. How she wished she could step through the mirror, to play with herself on the other end, kissing and touching herself, desiring more of her and nothing else. That desire stuck out in the kitsune's mind- the desire for more of her. It was a reoccurring need, and more than ever Daji needed to solve it.
The walk to the bathtub was a brisk one. The kitsune would have loved to make that motion too an extravagant display of its own, but for once instinct was overpowering her sense of aesthetics. The bath itself was just as hurriedly drawn, Daji watching the sleek metal faucet with earnest as warm water began to pour from its depths. The wet eruption delighted the hydromancer, and soon she was using her powers of hydromancy to pull yet more flow out of the faucet, filling the basin in a matter of minutes. The tub was a steaming cauldron by that point- just the way Daji liked it.
The kitsune slid gracefully into the bathtub, her landing cushioned by her powers as the water covered her form. The bathwater was hard at work cleaning Daji, removing sweat and dirt from her body with the haste that a group of servants couldn't match. Grime flowed down the drain in a constant pipeline, a pipeline that certainly wouldn't exist without the hydromancer's commands controlling the body of water around her to her every whim.
Control. There was no other word to describe Daji's relationship with anything that could make waves. The pool quickly began to rose up out of the bathtub, covering her furred muzzle and cleaning her tired face with all the detail of a trained stylist. The purple tips of her hair were unharmed, the dye sunk into each strand worked around flawlessly as the water simply glided around it. The effect was as if Daji's entire head was cloaked in a warm, wet towel. The sheer bliss the fox felt during her washings was the kind few in the kingdom were able to buy, and it may entirely have been due to this one trick.
The cleaning couldn't have lasted forever, though. The ball of water surrounding Daji dispersed after what felt like an infinite number of minutes had passed, water filtering itself down into the pipes, returning the tub's contents back into a pristine state in moments. Daji was clean from toe to tip, delicate white fur now positively radiant in the bright lights of the royal bathhouse. It would be more than enough for any layman to pronounce their bathing period ending, but the kitsune's standards were much different in that regard. As Daji sat there, practically reminiscing in the water's touch, she also shifted herself, laying back and holding steady in the liquid's grasp. The precautions were necessary: with the external phase of her cleaning done, she needed to fully relax herself to make the most of the internal phase.
Her liquid cocoon wasn't going to wait much longer. Already she could feel the touch of warm water lapping up her hindquarters, digging upwards to touch on her starfish, no longer with the intent to clean, but to feel. Already Daji could feel her breathing becoming labored, a good sign to keep pushing forward. A slight magical adjustment, and then Daji was spread, her plump asscheeks hurriedly moved aside by the pool in its desire to move upward. Throwing her head back, Daji moved to accept the flood, flexing her anal muscles in long bursts. The flood, given consent, began to move swiftly, guzzling into her stomach as a miniature river.
Deep under an aquatic grasp, the kitsune's form began to bloat out as anal gulps of water turned into a constant chugging motion. Daji's white-furred belly was beginning to bulge, rounding as it desperately tried to store the flow within itself. The fox moaned in pleasure as she mentally increased the torrent's power even further, her guts ballooning out as if she were undergoing a magical pregnancy. Her aquatic litter swelled out to term in prominent fashion, to seven months, eight months, nine... Traces of the pool's touch began to massage the growing curve all it could, rubbing in waves until the taut ivory sphere began to breach the surface of the bath, a deceptively warm iceberg that only continued to rise as the water level itself began to lower.
The bath was draining into Daji, and as glacially slow as it was it meant that the pool's grasp on her was weakening, thinning dramatically. The kitsune broke her arms free from the water, wasting no time to move them downwards. One paw found her navel, poking and prodding it fiercely as it *phwip*ed outwards to demonstrate the intense pressure building inside her. The other paw found her pussy, sliding two digits in and straddling her flesh with energetic thrusts. The warm waters around her had proved an intelligent masseur, but with more than half the bath disappearing inside her ass she would soon have to rely on the second-greatest massager in the kingdom: herself.
Self-rubdown was needing in more than one way. Daji's tummy was stuffed to the brim with bathwater, groaning and spasming at it inched past the the diameter of a beach ball. The hydromancer's water balloon of a belly put even the most fertile of the kingdom's consorts to shame as it too freed itself from the ever-lowering pool. There was but a third of the bath to go at this point, a milestone that once again caused Daji to stretch her asshole further, against the protests of her overworked innards.
The flow was on high blast, now helped along by Daji's magic as it flooded her piping at nearly every point. The gurgling groans from her belly had stopped, now replaced by the low, earthy rumbles that were expected of a tankard soaring over max capacity. None of them phased the mage; she was taking her lover up her ass no matter how overwhelmed she was. Retaining water was her specialty, and so she would push the limits of how much she could retain.
The bath's contents were almost gone by this point, an inch of water fervently trying to push into an abode that had long since run out of vacancy. Stretched to its limits, Daji's belly had turned from pale white to vibrant red, her muscles devoid of give at every spot her curious paws begged to tap. This in turn set Daji into a frenzy, masturbating herself with intense vigor. The remaining water had accelerated its intensity with similar aggression, hammering away at her asshole as more and more tried to force its way inside. Daji's belly lurched in tandem with her moans, the overstressed orb growing silent as the room to produce sound within it simply disappeared. There wasn't a speck of space left in the living water tank of a kitsune, a fact that she simply ignored as the last drops funneled up into her. For a brief second, the tub's entirety was stored inside Daji as that last trickle travelled through her guts. Once it hit her stomach, though, it was like pulling a pin off a grenade. Her stomach lurched forward once more, holding steady for several painful seconds, and with one last groan-
**BANG**
-Daji's belly violently busted open, showering the entire bathing room with a rainstorm of misty rain. Scraps of white fur mixed with the rain like fluffy hail, falling to the onyx tile and drifting in the pooling water like pure slush. Daji herself was too focused on her clit to care, her orgasm coming on strong just in time to dilute the pain of her stomach snapping like a rubber band. The pain was never a concern to the kitsune; as she began to cum in long, vibrant pulses, the mage couldn't help but laugh at the thought of actually dying while completely immersed in her element. She was one with the water, and in turn one with its lifeforce. The hole in her middle wasn't anything a few dozen health potions couldn't fix, and in the meantime Daji had a lovely trophy to commend herself for pushing past her limits.
It was, after all, the reason her eloquent dresses had built-in windows for her stomach. The cartoonishly blown-out hole in her belly would be for all to gaze at tonight, for all to give Daji the attention she so wondrously deserved. Finally catching her breath, the kitsune made an effort to leave the tub, her movements assisted by the mist in the air. Bringing herself to one of the nearby full-body mirrors, the condensation covering it was quickly brushed aside, forming a wet border for the image for her to admire herself in.
She was certainly deserving of admiration, that much was true. The fox's proportions had grown slightly chubbier all around, bloated out with water weight and giving the hydromancer doughy curves on everywhere from her thighs to her ass, a gift of sorts from the tub. The hole in her middle flapped in wet breeze, an imitation water balloon having given up the ghost. Once again Daji was fantastically beautiful, her gorgeous form given a magical enhancement no one could feasibly replicate.
Daji would simply have to show the wet crater off that night. Perhaps to that visiting prince from another continent, or to that trickster elf she had recently become so smitten with. Even prostrating to the servants that had the prestigious job of cleaning the royal bathing room would be enough. The kitsune had a long think on the topic as she exited the bathing room fully nude. I see no reason why I can't perform to all of them at once, she silently decided as she closed the door behind her.