London Countryside; Evening
A truck rode down the road, bearing a symbol of Double Dip Ice Cream, as it arrived at the Double Dip Ice Cream Factory, the gates closing once it entered, before going to the garage and parking. The driver got out and went to the back. "Ahhh, took me quite a while to find the right one to test, but I was certainly lucky to have acquired you!" the driver said as he goes to open it up, but grabbed something to prepare for what will happen. "Now come on out my dear." He unlocks the trunk and opens it up. Just then, a sound of angry barking was heard from the trunk. The unseen driver pulls the trunk up and uses his device to grab and restrain his captive: a lovely female adult Dalmatian with a blue collar. "Now, now!" the lad said, starting to pull her. "No need to fight it off! Be a good girl now!" He continues to pull her out. That dalmatian continues to growl angrily at him. Her eyes were beaming at him with such wrath. The man struggled. His worker cap falling off, revealing not only his bald head, but what little hair he has was half black and half white. "Get... over here!" He grunted, pulling the dalmatian out of the truck and dragged her out of the garage and into another room. While that dalmatian was struggling, she looks around to where she is inside now.
She was taken into a large lab with large vats that housed ice cream, a line of water that went down towards the outside, and various chemical sets on the table. The man grunted as he dragged the Dalmatian over to a contraption and managed to strap her in by her waist, getting her off the ground, and removing the neck restraint from her. "Ahh! There!" the man sighs with relief before checking the Dalmatian's dog tag. "Hmmm... Perdita. Alright then." He goes over to a table and puts a lab coat on, one that had a name tag named 'P.H. De Vil' and grabs a clipboard. "Subject name: Perdita." He writes it down. When he was adding Perdita's name, the poor dalmatian gasped when she caught sight of that name tag. She knows that is the same surname as Cruella's. "Now then, Miss Perdita, I have a need for your... 'acquired' assistance," said Doctor De Vil. "I have need for you to test out a new ice cream flavor that I have managed to create. And who better than an animal, like you!" He teasingly pokes her nose. However, she did not like that. She responded with a growl. Like I'll ever trust anyone who is related to Cruella... Perdita thought.
P.H. De Vil goes to a nearby console and pulls a lever. "Now then, here's my new creation! Double Dip Circus Blimp Ice Cream!" He lowers down was a contraption that looked like a carton of ice cream, as well as a robotic arm and hand with a spoon, that had a spoonful of the ice cream. "Now then... let's see the results!" He said as he starts to control the hand and arm, shoving it into Perdita's mouth. "OOF!" gagged Perdita. She coughed a bit, but then detects something savory with that flavor. She licks her lips and then smiles. Her eyes beamed while she begins to look very interested. Gracious me! Thought the surprised dalmatian. This feels awfully delicious! Whatever it is, I must have more! She begins to look happy, barking for more.
"Hmmm... positive reaction," the scientist said, writing it down before operating the arm again, scooping another spoonful and feeding it to the Dalmatian. She savors it before gulping it down. Very refreshing and delicious... cooed the canine darling in her mind, wagging her tail. "One more and the side effect should begin..." said the scientist. He operates the arm and scoops up some more ice cream, shoving it into Perdita's mouth.
suddenly, the Dalmatian's body bulged out a bit, making her look a bit pudgy. " Ahh! There we go!" P. H. De Vil cooed as he operates the arm and shoves another spoonful of ice cream into the Dalmatian's mouth. Must have more.... she thought to herself, addicted to this ice cream while she isn't aware of her changing figure. I can't seem to get enough of this stuff... P. H. De Vil gives her a few more spoonfuls of ice cream...
Perdita's body bulged out more, making her become bigger than even the more husky hounds and with her legs pressing against her. The De Vil scientist stops and goes to her. He examines and poking her, writing down the results. "Hmmm... no fat inside, but air..." He strokes her. "Rubber like but still furry... and the spots are being slightly stretched in your case." Once Perdita gulps down her servings, she begins to think, Why do I suddenly feel like a beach ball? The Dalmatian turned her head to see why. She became shocked at seeing her bulged out backside. P.H. goes back to the control pad and presses a button, sending a robotic claw down to Perdita's head to turn it back and face it back to the hand, operating it and feeding her another spoonful. This ice cream must be the reason I am blowing up like a living balloon, thought Perdita, feeling enticed by this ice cream. But I can't seem to resist this delicious flavor! How could I ever resist this!? She eventually smiled for a while after that. The scientist fed the Dalmatian more and more of the ice cream, writing down the side effect results in the process.
Perdita's body bulged out once again. Her legs begin to merge into her growing, rounding body. "Hmmm... you're quite bloating up," he said, as he begins to ponder. "I wonder how much you can eat before you burst." BURST!? This made Perdita gulp nervous. She did not like the idea of that. P.H. De Vil continues to shove more spoonfuls of the ice cream into his now very worried captive.
Perdita's body bulged out once again, her body more round like with her legs nearly fully absorbed into it. Feeling awfully full... moaned the dalmatian in mind, But this is still too yummy to resist! P.H. continues to operate the arm, feeding the growing Dalmatian more ice cream.
Perdita's body bulged out once more. Her legs now fully absorbed into her body up to her paws and most of her neck was gone; only enough to keep her collar from choking against her. Her body a big round blimp with her head, paws, and tail sticking out. P.H. De Vil then heads over with a clipboard and examines the round Dalmatian, taking notes. "Hmmmm... interesting... yes..." he muttered. When will I ever stop eating this!? Perdita thought, feeling awfully tight all around. She hiccuped a bit. "Now then, let's see if we can get results when you exp-..." before P.H. De Vil could finish....
An alarm went off while the red light flashes.
P.H. jumps a bit, responding, "Oh drats! Now what?!" He goes to the monitors to check what's the commotion. "AH! my formulas!" He gasped, scurrying over towards the door, leaving Perdita alone. He's gone! Perdita thought with a relieved smile. Now's my chance to get out of this mad dog house! She wiggled in her holder, flapping her paws trying to get free, but the claw around her round waist was kept secure on her. Aw, dear! she hissed in mind while she growled in frustration.
BARK! BARK! BARK!
Suddenly, the sounds of a hound barking happened, and it was close. The barking sounded very familiar to the Dalmatian. "Perdy!" a voice was heard. Running up was another Dalmatian, male with black ears and wearing a red collar. "Pongo!" Perdita barked happily. "I thought you'll never be able to find me!" Pongo then runs over and immediately nuzzles and licks Perdita's head. "I was so worried about you, dear. I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner." He said. "I'm just happy that you got here anyway," said Perdita. "Get me outta here before that mad doctor comes back and sees you here!" "Alright," he barked, "Hang on!" That hero went to the console and looks at it, trying to find which one releases her. "Mmmmm... ah! " He reacted when he has found on and pushes it.
In an instant, the claw around her waist opened up, releasing the bloated Dalmatian onto her belly. "Aw, that's better!" she sighed as she gently floats downward and bounce a little like a ball. Perdita's mate smiles happily before he goes to the bloated Perdita, nuzzling her head. "I made sure that that madman will be gone for a while," said Pongo, "but we better get out of here!" That bold dalmatian looks around for an exit before seeing the water line that. "That water line!" He barked as he goes to his wife's side and rolls her towards it. "That leads to the river... we can use it to escape!" "Let's hope I'm not too big to go through..." gulped the nervous Perdita. "I hope so, too," Pongo shared his same concern, takings a deep breath. "Here we go!" He rolls Perdita in, watching her go down into the tubing and fitting in easily before he gets in, being swept away. Once they did, P. H. De Vil comes back in. "So sorry about that... now where wer-" He didn't finished, because he has spotted the absense of his test subject, Perdita. The mad doctor has realized that she was gone, becoming angry and yelling.
The dalmatians were swept down the tubing like a fast water slide. "Weeeee!" Perdita howled excitedly, "This is so fun actually!" Pongo was catching up to the bloated Dalmatian, chuckling at Perdita's reaction. The tubing soon came to an end. The Dalmatians falling out and landing in the river.
*They both landed in, Perdita floating back up first and down the river. "That was fun!" she chuckled as she shakes her head violently to get some water off of her face. Pongo rises back up, gasping for air before seeing Perdita floating. He manages to swim himself over to her. "Are you alright, Perdy?" He asked. "I sure am," she nods. "Thank you for rescuing me." Pongo: smiles before he turns Perdita to her side. He then starts to climb up onto her belly, getting himself comfortable as the two floated down. "Don't worry, we'll be back in London in no time at all," he said as he looks down at her head. "That is, if this river will take us to the River Thames," she mentioned. "Don't worry. I followed the river," he assured, licking her chin fondly and snuggling her affectionately. "I was so worried about what that man was doing to you." "That man appears to be named P.H. De Vil," explained the bloated dog. "He was using me for a lab rat for his ice cream that was making me bloat like a balloon. He then attempts to see how much I can handle before I burst..." Pongo gasped, "Oh dear..." Then, he nuzzles and snuggles Perdita to comfort her. "There, there, you're safe now. I'll make sure nothing will harm you." "It sure was a good thing you managed to foil the plan of that relative of Cruella!" she smiles.
Pongo chuckled, snuggling his wife and feeling how big and soft she had become. "Mmmmm..." he cooed, snugglin her. "That tickles," she cooed, "yet it feels so nice..." Pongo smiled, complimenting her, "You feel so soft... " He licks her belly. "This new body of yours suits you very much." This makes the female dalmatian's face reddened. "You really think so, Pongo?" she cooed, feeling flirted. Pongo nods as the two floated down, past some trees that had flowers on them. The dalmatian plucks one and places it against Perdita's ear gently."Oh, ho, you..." chuckled the flattered Perdita. Pongo chuckles before he reaches over and rubs noses with Perdita. "Oh, Pongo," she crooned, "You are my top dog." Pongo grinned as the plains settings began to change slowly. The Dalmatian looked at his wife's face, seeing that she had 'the look' on her face. She tittered. Pongo was starting to get 'the look' on his face as well, gently licking her belly before moving into position. "I love you, Pongo," Perdita howled softly. "Mmmm... I love you too Perdita." he said back as he licks her belly affectionately, when he suddenly thrusted against her. She begins to giggle even more.
As the two floated and made love, they had arrived back in London on a foggy night, floating down the river. "Pongo, we're here!" Perdita said, realizing the London Bridge. Pongo looks around, responding back. "We are. " He once more licked her belly as the two floated down, heading down in the direction to the park. "That was sure fun," she admits. Pongo chuckles as he made love to Perdita down the river, sighing with relief and nuzzling her. "You sure put up a lot more fun back there," she said, winking at him. The two floated down until they finally reached shore. "What a relief," she sighed. Pongo snickered before he got off his mate. "Let me roll you back home." said his mate, "I bet Roger and Anita are worried sick about you." "I believe so," she nodded with agreement, "And woried about you, too." Pongo grinned broadly before he went to Perdita's side and pushed against it, rolling the dalmatian blimp towards the exit of the park. "What a dog gone night this has turned out to be," she admits. Pongo giggled at his mate's pun as he rolled her.
Next day in the paper, an investigation at the Double Dip Factory had revealed P.H.'s experiments in illegal animal eating and had caused it to shut down. While Perdita was still a big canine blimp, she was more than happy to be safe and by her husband's side throughout it all.
However, things won't be quite the same later on... After Perdita's pregnancy. But that's for another time.