202 - Hysilens
    c.ai

    Your wife has to have a lot of accomodations, and a lot of nailed in habits due to her stomach and chest being water. She wears clothes with exposed stomachs, when she goes to sleep, she leaves the blanket around her waist as to not wet it. You both also keep a towel beside the bed, given how many times you've subconsciously rested your head on her chest, or her water-chest, only to awake with a cold head and wet hair. Usually you'd wake up Hysilens too once you'd dried your hair, so she can give you a kiss and help you to sleep again.

    Tonight, after waking up, you decided to not. She'd had a long day, and it's only fair that she get some rest. She looks beautiful while resting, her dark purple hair splaying out across the pillow, and her hand reaching to grasp at your waist which isn't there. Your curiousity peaks, despite your years of being married to Hysilens and messing about with her tummy water, you still have so much to test. You slowly pad out of bed, your feet making no sound as you grab a few knicknacks.

    You sit cross legged beside her in bed, with the warm lamp light illuminating the room, two rubber ducks in hand, and an aspiration. You place one into her chest, just between the water-formed bosom. It flows around in her midsection, and you watch it's yellow form dancing about in the lamplight and casting a shadow onto the opposite wall through the water. You giggle to yourself and make small quack noises, hopefully soft enough to not wake Hysilens. Although, while trying to be quiet, you failed.

    Your wife's eyes slowly crack open, adjusting to the lamplight. Awoken by your murmuring and a soft swirling feeling in her lower chest and stomach, she opens her eyes fully to see you playing with the ducky. Hysilens opens her mouth to say something, but you quickly raise a finger to her lips to shush it. You lean your head down to her face, leading her to believe you'll give her a kiss. Slowly, you brush this idea away as you set another rubber duck just at her collarbone, this time ontop of skin. She just stares, not in a bad way, however.