The bright desert sun beat upon two people lying next to a pool of water. Robert and Carmella had come to the desert to field test the prototype of a new ultra-portable, high power pump. They were testing it by using high pressure streams of air to excavate artifacts on a dig site. Carmella had been the financial backer; Robert had done the development work.
They had arrived almost a month ago. Tests were promising enough that the real archeologists on site were paying attention to them. Combined with a vacuum, they were able to excavate smaller artifacts and finer details in situ with less accidental breakage of artifacts and greater speed. It took some fine tuning to ensure that the blown sand didn't scour away details, but overall the testing was overwhelmingly positive. Carmella was genuinely excited and looking forwards to going home to work on marketing when a sand storm descended upon the site.
Robert and Carmella, sharing a tent, were awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of winds howling and the walls of their tent heaving back and forth. They could hear nothing from the other tents. Both afraid to go out, they hunkered down for a fear filled night. When the storm let up, about mid-morning, and the wind had died down they both ventured out.
The dig site was gone, the other tents, gone or collapsed and buried. Their tent was only held down by two of eight pegs. Sand mounded over everything. Their tent, set up a bit away from the site and further into the shelter of a rocky outcropping, had been their only safety. The camp's radio had been tossed and smashed as had most of the supplies.
They couldn't stay there. Their small water tower had fallen and the container broken. Most of the provisions were gone. Carmella sobbed while Robert gathered what he could. He had found a few buried tents that contained bodies. He'd said a few words before stripping them of anything useful which wasn't a whole lot.
Robert remembered remaking on an oasis they had seen on the way into the camp, surprised there was no buildings or anything there. He figured that would be their best chance for survival. With Carmella in tow, he set out for the oasis.
Robert and Carmella were sitting by a small pond in the oasis. It was small, but it was water, and it was cold. The water welled up from an underground aquifer. It kept the trees around it alive and producing fruit. Supplies were running low and Robert was trying to convince Carmella that they had to move on. She was stubbornly refusing, with good reason. Their canteen had a hole in it.
"Remember when you had Rebecca?" Robert asked.
"Yeah." Carmella answered. The thought of her first child brought a smile to her lips. "What about it?"
"Remember how big your boobs got? C cup, right?"
Carmella frowned. "Yes. That was over twenty years ago, and it's hardly appropriate; especially now."
"Stay with me here," Rob begged. "Now, do you remember when you had Dana? Your boobs grew to D or E cups."
Carmella's frown intensified. She didn't like being reminded that after having two kids her breasts now looked like tangerines in socks. They had grown a very impressive amount, but had withered post breast feeding. "E cups. Your point?"
"Maybe we could make use of your natural reservoirs to hold water." Robert suggested. "We can't leave this oasis without water, like you said. This way we can bring twice as much as the canteen could hold."
"If we stay here maybe they'll find us." Carmella maintained.
"Car, it's been a couple of weeks since the storm hit the dig site and our camp got destroyed," Rob reminded her. "They would have called off the search by now." Carmella's head drooped. "And in case you hadn't noticed, the trees here are now almost bare of fruit. We're going to run out of food in under a week. Our only option is to try and leave this place to make it to the closest town which is due east of here. I'm not sure how far it is, but that's the direction we came from."
"You're right. There's not much hope of being found now," Carmella agreed resignedly. "How do you propose getting the water into me?"
Rob grinned. "Remember the air excavator? It was in our tent when the storm hit. I brought it with us. I figured why throw away good equipment? It's not heavy and doesn't take up a lot of room. We tested it with liquids instead of air and it worked fine but it had a tendency to wash away smaller artifacts and cause damage when used under high pressure."
Carmella shook her head. "There's no way that the nozzle would work. It's far too big."
"Maybe," Rob countered, "but the fine needle attachment will. It's smaller than a ball pump needle; made specifically for getting into tiny spaces."
Reluctantly, Carmella nodded. She wasn't wild about the idea but staying in the oasis was, figuratively and literally, getting them nowhere; and Rob did have a point about the food running out. She didn't' think it would work, but relented. If nothing else it would get him to stop talking about her breasts. "Alright," she relented, "we can try it."
"Excellent." Rob hopped to his feet. "I'll charge it up." He walked over to the small bundle they had dragged from the site and rooted through it for a bit before emerging with the air excavator.
It was a small device the size of a fanny pack with a nozzle for a hose coming and an intake port. In essence it was a ruggedized, small, highly efficient, high powered electric pump. Lacking a place to plug the pump in to power it, Rob opened a crank in the side of the pump and started to crank it up. A couple of hours later, the battery was fully charged.
Rob produced a hose with a Y juncture in it. At each end of the branches of the Y there was a fine needle attachment. He attached it to the pump and ran it slowly until water started dribbling out the ends of the needles. Carmella was sitting beside him in a shaded depression by the water with a bit of trepidation. He looked at her expectantly.
Carmella sighed and unbuttoned her shirt. She gave Rob the eye as she removed it and started on her white full cupped bra. When the hooks came undone and her bad slid down her arms a bit her breasts fell beneath the cups. Carmella was saddened whenever she looked at them. The most prominent signs of her femininity looked all worn out and she was barely in her forties.
She dropped her bra on her shirt and lifted her head again. "So how will this work?" she asked.
"Well," Rob explained, "you'll have to open a milk duct enough to get the needle in. Once both needles are in we simply set drop the pump in the water and turn it on. Easy as pie."
"Right, easy as pie," Carmella mumbled. "You're not the one being used as a canteen."
"What was that?" Rob asked.
Carmella's reply was curt. "Nothing," she snapped.
Carmella lifted a breast with both her hands. Her plum coloured areola, wrinkled after the abuse of children, was an inch wide. Carmella put a thumb on either side and stretched it sideways. A wrinkle in her nipple stretched open. Rob approached with one of the hoses and stuck the end of the needle in the small crack and pushed. Carmella gasped and sucked in a sharp breath as the needle found a milk duct and slid into her teat.
She released her breath through gritted teeth as the needle slid home. In truth, after the initial entry the needle didn't hurt much, but the sting in her nipple was still there. When a half of the three inch needle was inside her she felt it hit up against something and let out a small cry. Rob immediately stopped.
"Did that hurt?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"No. Not really," Carmella responded. "I think you just bottomed out."
Carmella touched the needle with a finger. She felt it move in her breast and sent her tit swaying slightly. "I didn't even think you could stick anything in there," she said.
"Will wonders never cease," Rob replied. "Let's get the other one in too."
With both needles in Carmella and Robert sat by the edge of the little pond. Robert reached into the water and turned the pump on at its lowest setting. Carmella felt a coolness invade her breasts as the water started to flow. "I think it's working. I can feel the water in there." Carmella looked at her breasts in wonder. What had been tangerines a few short minutes before now approached the size of oranges.
Robert was watching intently. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked.
"No, not at all." Carmella replied. "It's actually kind of cooling in the heat." The weight of the water pressing out on her skin smoothed out the fine wrinkles that had started around her areolae. "You can turn up the pump a bit. I'll let you know when it's too much."
Robert reached into the water and turned up the pump one level. Carmella inhaled sharply in response. Robert grinned at her. "I guess it's not so bad, is it?" has asked.
"It really isn't." Carmella admitted. She cupped her swelling breasts with her hands. They were each a handful, and cool to the touch. She judged them to be a small C cup now. They were, she was relieved to note, taking more of a tear drop shape than a ball in pantyhose shape as they filled. Carmella squeezed her arms together in front of her. "I must say, I like what it's doing for my cleavage," she remarked as it slowly grew before her eyes.
Robert couldn't help but stare at Carmella. He couldn't help lusting after her right now. They had known each other a long time and Robert had developed feelings for her a long time ago. As he stared, her breasts swelled into the D cup range, almost the size they were after her second child.
All the loose flesh was filled up now. Carmella raised her hands to feel her swollen breasts, marvelling at the weight. Her erect nipples that capped her stretched areolae, now two inches across, tingled and started to plump up. In fact, both her areolae started to dome out like puffies as she exited D and entered into E territory.
Carmella no longer had to squeeze her breasts together to get deep cleavage. Robert was hard pressed not to start caressing her lovely orbs, but he respected Carmella too much to do such a thing. She was starting to pant as her skin stretched to contain the water being pumped into her. The needles were starting to get pushed out by the pressure. Carmella quickly brought her hands up and pushed them back in, deeper than before. She pushed them all the way in so it looked like the hoses were running directly into her nipples and held them there.
A couple of short minutes later Carmella's breasts were larger than they had ever been, edging though F cups. Veins painted a fine blue web on her skin. She arched her back as they became G cups, stretching her areolae flat again. The plum colour started to fade around the edges of her areolae as they expanded, widening out to nearly three inches each. The pressure inside her breasts was fantastic. Carmella closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of fullness when she suddenly felt water dipping onto her thighs.
Robert pulled back, surprised as water started to stream out of a dozen holes in each of Carmella areolae. It jetted out all her milk ducts, arcing through the air to land a couple of feet away. Sunlight glinting through the streams of water made a tiny rainbow.
"I think... I'm full." Carmella gasped. She pulled the needles out of her nipples. The tips of the needles emerged followed by a spurt of water that traveled a couple of feet before landing back in the pool from whence it came. Water was still being pumped from the two needles. Robert hadn't moved to turn off the pump. Carmella smiled.
"Robert!" Robert started. "I'm full," Carmella said. "You can turn off the pump now. I think I have a little over 2 liters in each breast."
Robert leapt into action, blushing a bit. He fished the pump out of the water and mechanically purged the water as his eyes drifted back to his partner.
The water streaming from Carmella's tits slowed to a dribble and stopped altogether. Her breast shrank a small amount, but not enough to be noticeable to anyone but her as a slightly lessened pressure. She tried to pull her shirt closed over her new assets but couldn't even come close to buttoning it up. There was a three inch gap between the buttons on one side and the eyelets of the other.
Thinking quickly, Carmella bunched her shirt up in the back and tied a knot using the loose ends in front directly under her boobs, turning her button down shirt into a halter. This pushed her enormous breasts together and up. Robert's eyes nearly popped out of his head as nearly a foot of cleavage was created and displayed in a pleasing fashion. Carmella noticed and lightly shimmied her shoulders. The motion made her titanic tits wobble against one another, their cool skin sliding over one another easily. "Do you like that, Robert?" Carmella asked, feeling a sudden shift in the power dynamic of their relationship. It looked like Robert really liked large breasts.
Robert dumbly nodded his head. "I like it a lot," he said.
"Would you prefer me not to wear my top?" Carmella asked.
Robert shook his head, surprising Carmella. "Your shirt gives you needed support. You should wear it." he replied.
"You should gather all the food you can so we can leave," she suggested. "The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we get to civilization. I have enough water in these babies," Carmella stroked a hand down her cleavage, "to last us a couple of days at least."
Robert spent over an hour gathering all the available food in the little oasis, also gathering several minor scrapes in the process. When he was done, there was little more than half a backpack full. Sweaty and tired, he returned to the pond. Carmella hadn't moved from the shade. Robert looked around and saw that she hadn't done anything except fall asleep. He grimaced. She had an annoying tendency to let others do most of the work. Even her now fabulous bosom couldn't erase that from his mind. To be fair, when she was driven she was a force to be reckoned with, but it was evident that she wasn't wild about Robert's idea. Sighing, he gathered the rest of their supplies into the backpack and tore down the tent.
When he was done packing, Robert gently shook Carmella's shoulder. Even that little motion caused her hydraulic breasts to sway. Her shirt was holding them up on her chest, rather than letting them spread out as gravity tried to dictate. She didn't stir.
Robert shook her harder. Her breasts jiggled more, their motion loosening the knot Carmella had tied earlier. It slipped and her breasts fell to either side, flattening out slightly over her arms and belly. Robert couldn't help but stare.
Carmella's eyes cracked open and she say Robert standing over her starting at her chest, mouth agape. She hid a smile. She had the power now. Deciding to exploit the situation, Carmella pushed her hands out above her head and arched her back, stretching, and rolled from side to side a little bit. Robert's eyes bugged out even more.
"Oh, I'm sorry Robert," She said innocently, "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I guess suddenly having all this water inside me was too much. It's heavy."
Robert stifled his annoyance. "It's fine. Let's head out. It's mid-afternoon so it will be getting cooler. Let's make the most of it. Drink up so we don't have to dip into our water reserves."
'I bet you'd like to dip into our reserves, wouldn't you Robert? Suck on my nipples a bit?' Carmella thought. She said "Sounds good."
Carmella held out a hand. "Help me up?" she asked. "These big old breasts of mine are heavy. I'm not used to them yet." Robert took her outstretched hand and helped pull her to her feet. They paused by the water and each took a long drink before heading out across the sand.
Four hours later the sun was near touching the horizon in front of them. Dunes stretched away as far as the eye could see in all directions. Their little oasis has disappeared from view a while ago, lost in the sandy waves of the desert.
Carmella dropped to the still warm sand. "I'm done," she stated. "I can't walk any more today. So thirsty..." She quickly untied her shirt while Robert waited, looking for shelter for the night. Carmella hefted a breast up and strained her neck down and her reached with her lips, but was unable to take her nipple into her mouth. Her breast was too firm.
Robert found what looked to be a suitable location to sleep after a quick survey. He looked back at Carmella, straining to reach her nipple and stifled a laugh. "Want some help?" he asked.
Carmella looked up at him, a bit angry at the amusement showing on his face, yet glad that he hadn't burst out laughing. "Yes," she said. "They're too tight. I can't reach."
"So, you want me to drink first?" Robert asked. Carmella nodded. "Just so there's no misunderstanding; you want me to suck on your nipple to drink enough out of your breast so you can then stick said nipple in your own mouth to drink your fill?"
"Yes, that's what I want," Carmella agreed. Then she played upon Robert's love of breasts. "Come suck on my tits. I need you Robert."
Robert paused, kneeling in front of her. "That's mean," he admonished her. "Do you want my help or not?"
Carmella apologized. "Sorry. You started it though."
Robert smirked. "I guess I did. Sorry about that." He looked down at her inviting breast and exhaled. This was the stuff of fantasies. "Okay, here we go." Robert leaned forwards and enveloped as much of Carmella's breast as he could with his wholly inadequate mouth. His tongue landed right on her nipple which responded by plumping up nicely in his mouth. He sucked and kneaded Carmella's teat with his entire mouth, coaxing out a trickle at first. Carmella mewed, and her breath caught. The water as warm by now, but It was still welcome moisture. Soon that trickle became a stream, and in a few minutes, a mouthful. Carmella was panting, her hand was softly stroking her other breast which was sympathetically dripping. Robert swallowed and continued drinking; two more mouthfuls before he decoupled his mouth from her tit.
"That felt... better than expected." Carmella breathed. Her left breast was now noticeably smaller than her right. It hung lower on her chest as wasn't as round. Carmella licked her dry lips and brought her softer breast up to her face. She was easily able to get her lips around her nipple this time. Her jaw worked, massaging the fluid out into her mouth.
Robert watched her drink until she had had her fill. He couldn't have looked away had he wanted to. His shorts were tented out at his crotch, but he didn't care. He had just watched the most unintentionally erotic thing he had ever seen in person.
Carmella was less than happy with the results. "Shit. Now I'm lopsided," she complained. Carmella compared her large D cup left breast with her G cup right. "The left one seems so small. For future reference, we have to drink evenly from both sides."
"Put yourself away Car." Robert said. "It looks like there's a place we can set up for the night over there." He gestured slightly north. "It should provide some shelter from the wind, and I want to get there before it starts to get cold and dark."
Carmella knotted her shirt up beneath her breasts again. "Right, help me up and we'll head out." She extended her hand and Robert pulled her to her feet. They set off to the location Robert had spied.
Carmella plopped onto the sand when they came to a stop. The uneven weight dangling from her chest kept drawing her to the right. Even the half hour they had walked since their brief stop earlier and put an uneven strain on her back and her muscles ached. Carmella was grateful to be able to lie back on the sand. Her left tit flattened out on her chest and pooled into her arm pit. The right didn't so much and it was still reasonably tight from the water in it. It wasn't as tight as it had been when they started to walk, but was still enough to keep if from turning into a pancake.
"Oh man," Carmella groaned. "My back hurts so much."
Robert shrugged off the back pack he was carrying and rolled his shoulders. "I'm pretty sore too." He opened the pack and brought out some dates and a small cactus for each of them. "We should eat so we can be ready to head out at first light tomorrow."
Carmella winced as she pushed herself up to a seated position. "Are you thirsty at all Robert?" She asked, not a trace of teasing in her voice. "I am."
"We should try and conserve water," he said. "We don't know how long we'll have to walk before we can refill you."
"I won't be able to walk half as far tomorrow unless we drink my other tit down to size." Carmella replied. "Just that last bit of walking here nearly killed me. My back will hurt for days as it is."
Robert sat down beside her and handed her the food. "Alright," he relented. "I'll do it, but like you said earlier, we'll have to make sure we drink evenly from both sides in the future. At the very least we should try and keep the difference to one cup size, agreed?" Carmella nodded. "Alright, I'll drink after we eat. I'm pretty darn hungry." Robert popped a date into his mouth and chewed it while he cracked open the small cactus to access the pulp inside. "Careful with the cactus; you don't want to spring a leak," he said wryly
Carmella didn't respond. She was too tired and in too much pain. She carefully cracked open the cactus and started scooping out the innards. It didn't taste good, but it was nourishing.
The two of them quickly ate, Robert finished first. When she was done, Carmella untied the knot in her shirt, freeing her breasts. The G cup on her right side stood large and proud, looking like it housed a large implant. Its nipple had resurfaced and colour returned to most of its areola. The smaller D cup drooped lower than her bottom rib and had a much more natural look. It drooped almost as low her A cups had before being filled. The areola on the smaller breast had shrunken slightly; it was no longer faded around the edges like the one on her stuffed boob.
Robert latched on to her nipple and started to kneed with his mouth, coaxing the milk ducts open. There was a brief burst of pressure when Carmella started to release the water, but it soon subsided into a steady flow. Carmella sighed as Robert drank. This felt good through her tiredness. The more Robert nursed, the better it felt.
After a few minutes Robert stopped. "You should finish off," he said. "I'd probably overshoot the mark." He was actually pretty sure he wouldn't, but the eroticism of the situation had not been lost on him either. He just wanted to watch her suck her own teat again in the rapidly approaching twilight.
He watched her as he set up the tent in the rapidly fleeing light. Having been on numerous digs, he knew his tent well enough to set it up blindfolded. Her body was silhouetted against the darkening sky. Her head was tucked down to meet the mass of her tit, held up by her hands. Carmella neck was stretched out and made a sensual curve that carried through her shoulders, into her arms, and ultimately into her breast. He'd never seem a picture as tempting as what was happening in front of his eyes.
Unfortunately, it did not last. The sun had set, and Carmella let her not quite so heavy breast down. She glanced up and caught Robert hiding a stare at her. A faint smile curved her lips. As tired as she was, it felt good knowing she could drive men to distraction.
Four days later, Carmella had her bra on and shirt buttoned up properly again. Their water supplies had run out when they had taken a break at midday, despite careful monitoring of how much they drank. Carmella was dismayed to find that acting as a reservoir had stretched her breasts out even more. Now, if she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples hung just above belly button. What little mass they had had seemed even less now and concentrated in their tips. Their food supplies were running low, and both were running short on temper in the hot sun.
"I told you that first day that we should conserve water," Robert fumed. "What we drank that first day should have lasted us three." A lot of his repressed frustration that had accumulated over years of knowing her was unpleasantly bubbling to the surface.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault. I've never been lopsided like that before. You have no idea what that's like," Carmella snapped back at him. "We wouldn't have come even half as far as we have if we hadn't evened me out." Their precarious and unfamiliar situation was putting her on edge.
"You're the weak link here!" Robert shouted back at her. He mimicked her. "My back hurts. My boobs are too big. Help me Robert." He continued in his normal voice. "Meanwhile I'm carrying everything we have, setting up and tearing down what little camp we have, and searching for another place to fill you up."
"Fuck you Robert! I'm an accountant with connections," Carmella shouted back. "You're the one who insisted I come out to the desert to see the field trial of the prototype air excavator! It's your fucking fault I'm stuck here with you. It's your fault we've had to walk all this way. It's your fault my tits have shrunken and shriveled up even more. I'm not even a real woman anymore."
Her tears started to flow. "Great. Now I'm wasting water by crying." Carmella covered her face. "Just fucking go on without me."
Robert flinched as if struck. Her words stung, but there was an element of truth to them. He'd pushed her to come and see the device. He'd sold her on coming by saying it would be a nice vacation form her desk job. He realized that what he'd said was very harsh, and his mocking hurtful.
After years of knowing her, he had come to care for her. He'd known that he did. That's why he had wanted her on this expedition. It was one of the reasons his marriage and partnership with his ex-wife had failed. She felt they were getting too close. They had followed her as her family moved, and he had been her shoulder to cry on when her marriage had fallen apart. He'd never wanted to hurt her.
Robert let the backpack slip form his shoulders. "I'm sorry Carmella. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I'm tired and cranky, and real thirsty. You've sacrificed your body so we could survive in this arid place. You enabled me to realize something that I've wanted for years. And you've given me sights and experiences that will last a lifetime."
Carmella uncovered her face and sniffled. "You mean watching my tits fill like water balloons?"
Robert smiled. "That was one of them. You enjoyed it too. I know you did."
Carmella blushed. "Yeah, I admit it. I did."
"And I heard the sounds you made as we drank. You enjoyed that also."
Carmella's blush deepened. She looked away, and her eyes grew wide. "Robert. Robert! Look over there." Carmella pointed southeast. "Is that a house?"
Robert looked where she was pointing and thought he saw something. He squinted and it resolved into what looked like a window in the sand. It looked like there was a building mostly buried in the sand. "I think it is. Chances are if it's a building there's a well nearby. Let's go check it out." Carmella had already picked up the discarded backpack and had started towards the building by the time Robert finished.
There was indeed a building buried in the sand. The moderate sized dune must have formed over the building in a storm. Nobody answered Carmella's and Robert's calls as they approached. Carmella broke into a jog as they neared the building. Reaching it first, knelt in front of the window. When she peered inside she couldn't see much until her eyes adjusted to the dark.
When Carmella could see it looked like it was a small building. There was door and other windows across the room with sand spilling through them. In fact there was a fine layer of sand deposited over everything. There was a door that led to another room in one of the walls. It looked like that place hadn't been touched in over a month.
"It looks empty," Carmella reported. "I'm going in." She crawled through the window without too much difficulty. Inside the building the air was stuffy. Carmella held her shirt over her face to keep from inhaling the fine sand scattered everywhere. She looked around quickly and found something that looked like a bundle of cured meat, and with just the top sticking out of the large pile of sand spilling in the doorway, a hand operated pump.
"It looks like there's water available here, and some food too." Carmella called out to Robert. "Get in here and help me uncover the pump."
Carmella started digging out around the pump as Robert crawled in through the window. He had a bit of a more difficult time fitting through the window. It wasn't exactly large. Soon, though, he was at her side assisting with the digging. The loose sand kept flowing into where they had dug, but they slowly made headway against it. It was Robert's idea to try to pump some water out and throw it on the larger pile of sand that kept filling their hole. After that, digging out the pump was easy.
Once the pump was clear they took turn drinking the sweet, cool water it produced directly from the spout. "Oh man, that's nice," Carmella said, licking her lips. "I never knew water could taste so good."
"Yeah," Robert agreed. "I guess drinking nothing but warm water for nearly a week really makes you appreciate the cooler stuff."
"Oh, I think I drank too much." Carmella groaned. Her formerly flat belly had a curve to it now. "I look a bit like I'm pregnant."
"Heh, you do." Robert replied, rubbing his own tummy. "You're not the only one that drank too much.
Let's stay here tonight. We can see about leaving in the morning."
"Agreed. I don't wanna move anywhere right now." Carmella said and promptly dozed off.
When Carmella and Robert woke again it was already past midday. They agreed not to head out until the next day. They would use the day to rest and resupply with what they could find in the house. They dug through the sand and found several more bundles of meat and dried fruits in a lidded pot. In the next room they discovered what had happened to the owner of the building. They left her corpse buried in the sand.
When they were done searching the house Carmella and Robert had found a few useful items. There was the food, a box of matches, kindling and scraps of wood, first aid kit, a small mirror, and some batteries for their electric lantern. The sun was starting to set and they lacked light to continue. Neither of them wanted to use up a portion on their batteries, or start a fire inside the half buried building so they called it a night. They both ate and drank their fill of water before lying down on the sand and falling asleep.
Carmella opened her eyes to see Robert glancing between her and the window. Dawn's light streamed in, illuminating his figure and making it easy to see that he was frowning.
"What's wrong, Robert?" Carmella asked.
"That window is pretty small," he replied. "I'm not sure if you'll be able to fit out it with your boobs full of water. I don't think we should leave here with any less water than we possibly can though."
Carmella yawned and stretched, closing her eyes as she did so. When she opened her eyes she saw a large earthenware pot in the faint light in the next room. "We could use the pot in the other room," she suggested. "Fill the pot up with water and then fill me through the window."
"That's a good idea, Car. Why didn't I think of that?" Robert mused.
"Whatever. I have to go to the bathroom. You fill the pot while I do and we can get started."
Robert was impressed. This wasn't the same Carmella of a couple of days ago.
Robert dragged the full pot over to the window. Carmella already had the needles inserted into her small, saggy breasts.
"I think we can go faster this time." she said. "I don't know about you, but I don't want to sit out here being filled any more than I have to."
"Alright," Robert agreed, fiddling with the pump. He dropped it into the full pot. "But let me know if it's too much."
Carmella smiled through the window at him. "Of course I will. You know how I am. Fire it up."
Robert turned the pump on and Carmella sucked in her breath. She was definitely filling faster than before. In less than five minutes her A cups were pushing past D again. They grew like dough rising in a bread pan. Carmella let a smile creep onto her face. She was enjoying the growth. It felt better at this speed than the slow speed of the first time, much more intense. Robert was enjoying it to. His eyes were locked on her chest as her breasts filled out, drooping over her arms as they puffed up.
Her breasts bulged up to F cups. Carmella felt her skin starting to tighten. Her breasts stopped drooping as much and started to pull up onto her chest, starting to look artificial. When they reached G cup they felt tight again, but not as tight as before. Once again, veins appeared beneath her skin. Carmella felt the tightness run down her belly too. Her small tummy roll pulled in and her upper abs became slightly visible as her engorging breasts pulled in excess skin from around her body. Barely H cups now, her breasts were nearly spherical, and at five pounds apiece they weren't a light load.
Again her areole stretched out to near three inches wide, but with no fading at the edge this time. In fact, they just started to dome out like before. Carmella thrust her chest out into the air. The tightening felt good. She could feel the needles starting to slip. Hurriedly, she pushed them back in and held them there. The tightness crept up her neck and into her face and down the front of her arms. Her slight wrinkles smoothed out, giving her a more youthful appearance.
The pump had to work harder now to keep pumping the water in. Carmella was almost an I cup when she felt the tightness run across her back. Her sweater puppies gave a small surge and Carmella's areolae flattened out again. They were starting to fade at the edges like they had before. In fact her whole breast seemed to be fading to a lighter shade that the rest of her body.
She was a solid I cup when she let out a small cry and started to fountain like a sprinkler. "That's it Robert. I'm full."
Robert was slow to turn off the pump as it slipped form his hands a couple of times. Carmella sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. Her hands slipped form the needles and they flew from her nipples, propelled by the pressure inside. The water jetted up into the air at least five feet before raining down on Carmella. Her areolae had stretched to slightly over four inches across, but the plumb colour had faded to such a degree that they only looked to be two inches across.
When all was said and done, each of Carmella's breasts had grown in circumference from the last pumping session by nearly 20 centimeters. They felt over twice as heavy as before. Carmella pushed herself up to a seated position. Her new breasts nearly touched her thighs. "Holy crap, these things are heavy," she said as Robert packed away the pump again. He was avoiding looking at her. He didn't want to get distracted before they got started.
"I'll bet," he said. He risked a glance at her and immediately felt his penis stiffen. "They look to be how big? I cups? That's nine inches in diameter. They're probably about..." he paused to do the arithmetic, "twelve pounds each."
Carmella ponderously rose to her feet. She leaned against the wall for support. "It feels like more." Carmella lightly rubbed her breasts, feeling the coldness of the water through her tight skin. "Christ, they take up my whole chest."
Robert quickly pushed their equipment out the window and followed. That when he got his first full look at Carmella. His breath left him. She looked nearly 15 years younger. All the slack in her skin was gone. Her large breasts did indeed cover her entire chest. They dwarfed her head too.
Carmella noticed him stopped, staring at her slack jawed. "What?" she asked.
"You look stunning," was his simple reply.
Carmella surprised herself by blushing. "Really? It's not just my massive mammaries that you're talking about?"
"No, not just your breasts," Robert replied. "It's you. All of you: your tummy, your face, your arms and legs. Just wow."
Carmella blushed harder. "Thank you Robert." She pushed herself off the wall and nearly overbalanced. "Whoa. These breasts will take some getting used to." She pulled her shoulders back, and pulled the corners of her shirt up under her breasts. Tying the corners of her shirt together pulled her breasts together, making spectacular cleavage. Carmella reach into the improvised halter and adjusted each of her boobs, making them sit more comfortably in their cloth coverings, and putting more weight on her shoulders through her shirt.
Robert shouldered the backpack. He waited for Carmella to finish adjusting herself, and started off towards the rising sun. Carmella followed close behind.
They did not make good time that day. Robert found the refilled pack to be heavier than expected, and Carmella found the added weight on her chest to be difficult. Their speed flagged as the day progressed. By noon they were only going about 2/3 the speed of a normal walk. Robert suggested stopping for a rest and a drink. Carmella agreed. She was pretty tired too. They stopped a short way down the side of a large dune to take a break in the shade in the early afternoon.
Robert dropped the back pack, stretched, and eased himself down onto the sand. Carmella just plopped her butt down; she wasn't used to breasts as big as she currently had though. She kneed herself in the underside of her boobs as she sat. Two wet spots appeared on her shirt over each of her nipples. Carmella flopped back on the ground so her knees weren't in her boobs and stretched out her legs. "Oww," she said, rubbing the bottoms of her breasts, "that hurt." Robert couldn't help but laugh.
"It's not funny." Carmella complained.
"Yes it is." Robert replied, snickering again.
"Shut up, or are you not thirsty?" she threatened.
"Oh, I'm thirsty," Robert said. "I bet you are too. I also bet you can't reach your mouth to your nipples right now."
"Yeah, I know." Carmella admitted as she carefully sat up again. She untied the knot in her shirt and let her breasts fall a couple of inches, onto her stomach. Her skin had gotten used to being stretched a bit. Colour had returned to most of her areolae. They now looked three and a half inches across. Her nipples still hadn't relaxed from the filling session that morning. She assumed the pressure was keeping them erect. "They're still tight," she continued, rubbing them absentmindedly. "Not as tight as this morning, but still..."
Robert moved closer. "I can help you with that," he suggested. Carmella offered her right tit to him. Robert leaned in and latched onto her plump nipple. Carmella sighed as he sucked on her, pulling water through her teat. The lessening of the pressure felt good; and much though she hated to admit it, just having her nipple manipulated felt good. Carmella hadn't had her breasts played with in a long time before this misadventure. She hadn't felt confident in them enough to show them to anyone since her husband, Howard, had left a few years earlier. Now that she knew she could just fill up her breasts that might change. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling.
After 20 minutes of suckling Carmella's tit, Robert took a break. It only looked slightly smaller than the left one, though it was considerably softer. Her areola was fully back to the proper plumb colour now at least, and it was still bigger than Robert's palm.
"Can you reach your right nipple now?" Robert asked.
Carmella opened her eyes. Robert saw that she had been enjoying being drunk from. He decided not to say anything about it. He wanted to coax the new, confidant, Carmella out more. She manhandled her right breast, squishing it up and stretching her neck out. She was barely able to lock her lips around her nipple. She started to suck and made a satisfied noise.
"Alright, I'll even you out on the other side." Robert said. He shifted over to her other side. Carmella bent her knee so he could rest his head on her thigh. Robert grinned and lay down on the sand beside her. He put Carmella's other nipple in his mouth and started to drink again, imagining he was a baby. Despite their situation, he was content to just stay there, drinking.
Carmella lay on her deck chair in the hot sun, handbag in her lap. There was not a cloud in the sky. Robert was asleep next to her. She put her handbag down, stretched, and then rolled off the side off the deck chair.
The garden that surrounded them looked like it could use some work. She picked up a watering can and stepped onto the dry earth. She was happily watering the plants, occasionally splashing her feet and legs with the cool water by accident. She heard a noise and watched as the sprinkler system started up.
Not wanting to get completely soaked, Carmella scampered out of the garden. 'Strange,' she thought, 'I don't recall having a sprinkler system put in.' She couldn't fault is effectiveness though. Soon the dry earth was soaked. The sun on her back was getting very warm. Carmella turned to face it as was surprised to notice clouds gathering above her, despite the heat of the sun bearing down on her. A cool mist started to fall, which resolved into a drizzle.
Carmella tried to wake Robert by calling his name. She didn't even know what he was doing in her back yard, but didn't want him getting drenched. She gave up when the drizzle turned to a legitimate cold rain. Already soaked, she decided to take shelter form the rain before she caught a cold. She turned to run for the shelter of her house from the sudden downpour. Her feet tripped her up and she fell, flailing, into a frigid swimming pool that she knew she didn't have in her backyard.
Carmella opened her eyes. The sun was a hand's-breadth above the horizon. Her clothes were soaked and she was shivering. The sand around her had turned dark brown with moisture. Her breasts were miniscule compared to when she had fallen asleep. It didn't look like she had any water left in them at all. They hung like deflated balloons down below her navel. Carmella felt overcome with shame. She had failed. Her one job was to carry the water and she couldn't do that. Tears stung her eyes. Carmella sniffled and steeled herself. There was nothing to be done about it now. The sun was setting and the day's heat was going with it. A wind was starting. They needed shelter. Carmella had somehow moved away from Robert as she slept. Teeth chattering, she made her way back to him and shook his shoulder.
"Robert. Wake up," she said. "We f-fell asleep in the afternoon. The sun is n-nearly down and we don't have th-the tent set up."
Robert's eyes crack open. "Huh? What?"
Carmella explained. "We both fell as-sleep. The sun is almost down. We n-n-eed the tent set up." Carmella bit her lip. "And all the w-w-ater leaked out while we were sleeping."
"What!?" Robert was instantly awake. He sat up. "What the hell happened?"
"I d-don't know. I just woke up, soaked." Carmella replied.
Robert could see she was being earnest. He mistook her stuttering for being a bit verklempt at the loss of water and their situation. "Shit," he swore. "We'll have to go back to the house to fill up tomorrow. I don't want to chance not finding another source." Carmella nodded in agreement. She was glad that he wasn't angry with her. He continued, "Let's get the tent setup before it gets dark."
Robert did the bulk of the tent assembling. They had been able to fashion a hump out of the wet sand to make a hump protect the tent form the wind and blowing sand. The work had kept Carmella warm, but when that was done there wasn't much for her to do. The cool wind sapped the heat from her wet body. Hiding behind the berm they had made wasn't helping a lot. By the time Robert was finished setting up the tent she was violently shivering.
Robert stood from setting the last tent peg. "Alright, it's done." He pulled the back pack into the tent and started setting up their bedrolls.
"G-g-good," Carmella replied. "I'mm-mm f-fre-eezing."
Robert stuck his head out of the tent, his concern after hearing her chatter out the words evident on his face. "Holy crap! Get in here out of the wind," he ordered when he saw Carmella shivering. She crawled over on numb hands. Robert was finishing laying out the bedrolls when she entered the tent. In the light of the lantern she could see that her fingers were turning blue.
Robert was suddenly in her face. "Christ Carmella. Why didn't you tell me you were getting so cold? We could have made a fire for you. I hope you don't have hypothermia. Get out of your wet clothes in into a bedroll was fast as you can."
"O-ok-kay. T-tur-rn ar-r-round," Carmella insisted. Robert did so. Carmella quickly disrobed and slipped under the covers of one of the bedrolls. "I'm-m d-don-ne," she informed Robert.
"I'm going to hang your clothes up outside," Robert said. "Hopefully they will dry overnight. Tomorrow we have to go back to the house. Curl up in there. We don't need you getting sick on top of everything." Carmella nodded and curled into a foetal position.
Robert picked up Carmella's soaked clothes and brought them outside. The wind had picked up considerably. It looked like there was going to be sandstorm overnight. Robert untied one of the guy lines. He threaded it through one leg of Carmella panties before tying it tight again. He buttoned her shorts and blouse and hooked her bra around the same line.
Carmella was still shivering when Robert entered the tent again. She had pulled the other bedroll on top of herself for warmth, but it wasn't helping a whole lot. "So-o c-c-cold-d," she chattered.
"We need to get you warmed up Car," Robert said. He removed his shirt and started on his pants. I'm going to join you under there. We'll use my body heat to warm you up." His pants fell to the ground, leaving him in just his boxers. Even in her slightly hypothermic state Carmella noticed that he wasn't muscle bound but not over weight either. He was in good shape over all.
Robert slipped into the bedroll alongside the shivering Carmella. Her skin was cool to the touch. He curled around her, resting one arm over top, trying to maximize their contact. The lay like that for a while, Robert too worried to fall asleep. Carmella drifted out of consciousness for a brief time, exhausted, but her shivering soon subsided and colour returned to her extremities. Robert was thankful for that.
Carmella awoke a couple of hours later. The wind of the storm raging outside buffeted the walls of the tent, making them sway. It frightened her a little, bringing back memories of dig, but she fought the fear down.
She was sweating inside the bedroll, spooned up against Robert. She didn't want to move for fear of waking him; besides, it was nice to sleep up against another warm body. Robert, however, was still awake. He'd been unwilling to sleep until he'd made sure Carmella was okay.
When Robert felt her shift, pressing her body back against his, he broke the silence. "Hey Car," he whispered. "Are you doing better?"
"Yeah," she whispered back. "I'm actually sweating a little."
Robert smiled. "That's good. I guess you're in no danger now."
"It doesn't feel like it," Carmella said, no longer whispering. "I am getting pretty hot though."
Robert threw off the unopened bedroll and undid the zip on the one they were inside of. "Is that better?" he asked.
"Yeah, it is," Carmella replied. "Thanks, for the blanket, and for taking care of me, Robert."
"No problem Carmella," he replied, laying his arm down along his side.
When Robert didn't put his arm back around Carmella she frowned. He hadn't pulled away though. Carmella snuggled into his some more. "Put your arm back around me Robert," she suggested. "I like it there."
For a few seconds nothing happened. Robert was a bit stunned. He hadn't wanted to do anything for fear of alienating her, and here she was asking him to make a move. Making a move herself actually with the way she kept shifting against him.
Carmella was starting to get nervous and embarrassed when Roberts arm returned to her side. She smiled. "Thanks. It's nice being close to someone again."
"I've wanted to do this for a little while now," Robert admitted. "I didn't want to scare you off."
"Ever since you first used me like a canteen?" Carmella asked. Robert blushed behind her. His plumping cock provided the answer. "That's exactly what it was. Wasn't it?" Carmella demanded.
"Yeah," Robert replied sheepishly. "I think I have a fetish. That's why Georgia left me. She felt she couldn't trust me around 'larger' women." Robert rarely talked about his ex-wife. They had split up five years before after being married for twelve. "Maybe she was right not to trust me."
"No she wasn't," Carmella responded immediately. "You never cheated on her, even cybering. You've not made a move on me, despite watching me inflate twice. She didn't know how good she had it with you." She paused. "You did enjoy watching me blow up, right?"
"You have no idea," Robert replied. "It's the stuff of my fantasies."
"You even like my stretched out saggy tits, don't you?" Carmella probed.
"Yeah. In a weird way I think I do," Robert answered. "I can only imagine what playing with them must be like."
Carmella steeled herself. She pulled away from Robert and turned to face him, pulling off the covers as she did so. Robert could only stare. Her left tit was had spread out on the ground, puddled into an oval ten inches wide and nearly a foot long. Her right tit rested on top, depressing the middle of her left tit. It was spread into a smaller oval six inches wide and only eight inches long. Her nipples both pointed directly at Robert. "Want to find out what it's really like?" she asked. Her hope was evident in her voice.
Robert didn't even reply. He reached out with one hand and picked up her right breast by the nipple, lightly pinched between his thumb and index knuckle. Carmella bit her lip. It hurt a bit; being pinched even softly did, but it felt good.
Robert pulled her nipple towards, him until her floppy breast drew taut. It extended a good 16 inches from Carmella's chest. "Come here." he murmured. He kept gentle tension as Carmella eased her herself closer to him. Her left breast slid under her side as she advanced towards Robert. "I'm not just going to play with your breasts. I want to do more than that."
"Just what did you have in mind?" Carmella asked as she pressed her chest against his. Her left breast passed underneath her chest, extending behind her. Her nipple trailed by six 6 inches.
Robert draped his arm over her, carrying her right breast with it. "This, for one," he said, and brought his lips to hers. Carmella accepted and kissed Robert back. Robert wrapped his arm around her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top. She lay on his chest, still kissing him until they both broke it off for breath.
Robert took Carmella's other nipple in his other hand. He wrapped both his arms around her, separating her breasts and pulling them both around her sides until they met behind her back. Carmella inhaled sharply as her nipples touched behind her back. "That feels good," she breathed. Her exhale was drawn out as Robert rubbed her nipples against one another. "Surprisingly good."
Unbidden, her hips flexed, rolling her pelvis forwards. Again it happened. Carmella didn't even realize she was dry humping him. Robert's body, already in a partially aroused state, responded to her stimulus. His penis throbbed to fully erect status. Carmella's juice soaked the front of his boxers. "I feel like I'm getting the most out of this," Carmella gasped.
Robert kissed her again. "I'm getting something out of this too," he responded. "Trust me."
"Oh really?" she asked. She suddenly pushed herself up out of his arms. With her hips resting in his she felt his erection against her lips. "Oh you sneak," she chided him. "You really are getting off on this."
Robert nodded. "I truly am. Breast play is the best kind of play."
"Well, I think you have it too easy. I'm nearly cumming from you just playing with my beasts here. I have to make things more difficult for you. You have to cum first," Carmella concluded. She lifted her hips off of his and, reaching behind herself with both hands, pulled down his boxers. His cock, now unfettered, sprang up. At seven inches long it wasn't gargantuan, but it was certainly enough for Carmella. She lowered her dripping sex back onto his, pressing it against his pelvis. She started sliding her up and down his.
Robert groaned. "So that's the way you want to play?" He took one of her breasts in each hand and twisted them around one another a few times.
"Is that all you've got?" Carmella taunted him. She was enjoying pushing him to the edge and having him struggle to not leap over. Him twisting her breasts together was actually helping to distract her.
"You just wait," Robert said, taking measured breaths. "The hard part is still coming for you." By now he had twisted her breasts sixteen times. From her chest, her breasts were twisted into a fleshy rope an inch wide and eight inches long. As Robert had been twisting, he'd noticed that the ends of her breasts had been getting fuller. The twisting was forcing the tissue in her tits down towards her nipples. All the remained above were simply empty sacs of twisted skin. At his end however, her breasts were like normal A cups.
"We'll see about that." Carmella said and increased the speed of her humping. A part of her worried that he was right. Already she could feel her nipples getting more sensitive. Her rubbing her clit up and down his shaft didn't help either. She redoubled her efforts, switching up the rhythm to keep herself from going over the edge.
Robert had gotten four more twists in. Now Carmella's breasts were two balls three and a half inches wide each at the bottom of the rope coming off her chest. Her nipples were standing up as high as them could, and her areolae were larger than their normal one inch diameter. They were getting harder to twist together now, and that was helping keep Robert from finishing too soon. He twisted them again. Carmella gasped. Her areolae stretched to two inches wide. What little remained of their water started to trickle out.
Carmella couldn't help herself. One of her hands rose to her chest, encircling the rope of her tits. She moved her hand up and down the taut rope. The crisscrossing touches made her gasp. She quickly let go and leaned forwards. She put her hands on Robert's shoulders, pushing him down into the ground. Had her breasts not been twisted they'd have been resting his chest. As it was there were still a few inches to go.
Robert got in a few more twists. Carmella's areolae were now four inches wide. They each made up fully one half of the tight balls her breasts had become. Her nipples were spreading out over their surface as well. They were half as tall as they had been and about twice as wide. Carmella switched from a grinding motion to a bouncing one, never rising high enough to allow for penetration.
When Robert finished his twenty eighth twist of Carmella's breasts her nipples pulled flat. The edges of her areolae were fading from their characteristic plumb color as they passed around the edges on their respective spheres, stretching to five inches wide. Carmella felt the skin across her back, down her front, and up her neck pulling tight.
Robert got in another twist. Now the twisted part of her breasts was almost a foot and a half long. Her nipples brushed against Robert's chest now. Carmella gasped. There was little softness to her tits. Carmella's face was now wrinkle free. Her tummy was tight, and the skin across her back from top to bottom was pulled taut. Even her bum was perkier. Robert was able to get in one more twist, bringing the total to thirty.
The pull on Carmella skin was severe enough to pull the top of her vagina up enough the on her next bounce Robert's penis slipped within it petals. She brought her hips down quickly and buried him to the hilt. Robert stiffened momentarily. His grip on Carmella's breasts tightened. Carmella bounced a couple of more times before a wave washed over her. Her muscles gripped Robert's cock tightly in orgasm, sending him off. Carmella was flooded with his seed. It dripped out of her onto Robert's pelvis.
Carmella relaxed, letting her hips fall against his. She lowered her chest on top of his, her twisted breasts trapped between their bellies. "That felt so good. It's been building up in me ever since we first filled me. I didn't realize how much I needed it."
"I knew exactly how much I wanted it," Robert countered. "I didn't know it would be as hot as it turned out to be. You have no idea how much I want you when you're filling up."
"I think I have an idea now," Carmella laughed. "It must have been torture for you."
"It was." Robert agreed. His hand idly cupped her rear. "It's not just your breasts. I want all of you."
"I like that," Carmella sighed. "I'd like to think that we can be together, if we make it out of this godforsaken desert."
"Me too," Robert said. They gently drifted off into sleep, the sticky mess between their legs gluing them together.