Carmella awoke first the next day, legs cramped and breasts sore. She lifted her head off Robert's chest. The memory of the night before brought a smile to her lips. The mess they had made had dried between them overnight. Carmella rolled off Robert's side. The cursedly hot sun was starting to turn the tent into an oven. She sat up, and crossed her legs, tucking her feet under her knees. Her twisted breasts hung nearly to her thighs. The three and a half inch balls at the bottom were made up almost entirely of areola. Overnight the faded edges had gained their color back.
Robert stirred when Carmella had sat up. He opened his eyes to see her sitting beside him untwisting her breasts. "Well, that's something I never expected to see," he said, rolling onto his side to watch her.
Carmella smiled. "It's not something I thought I'd ever do," she replied. As she unwound them, her breasts got softer and lost their spherical shape. They dropped lower in between her spread thighs as her skin relaxed. When she was done they rested on her calves and the floor of the tent despite her sitting with a straight back. Carmella tsked. "It looks like you stretched them out quite a bit more last night Robert. Bad boy."
"I was simply being practical," Robert reasoned. He threw off the bedroll and, continuing as he dressed. "The more volume you have, the more water you can carry. The more water you can carry, the more likely we are to make to the next filling point. It was purely in the interest of our survival. My pleasure had nothing to do with it."
Carmella's mouth twitched into a cocked grin. "Well, mister practical, you're the one who's dressed. Please fetch my clothes from outside so I can get dressed and we can go back to the pump to fill me up. Chop chop, the day's a wasting."
"Yes Mam," Robert crisply replied. "Somebody got up on the right side of the bed this morning," He remarked as he crawled out of the tent, emerging into the bright morning sun. He turned to the guy line where he had secured Carmella's clothes the night before and cursed. Her shorts and bra were still securely fastened around the line, her panties had ripped most of the way up one side but were still serviceable, but her shirt was nowhere to be found. The only evidence it had been there was a button he found in the lee of the tent.
Robert retrieved what clothes he could. "Well, I've got good news and bad news," he stated as he shook her clothes, trying to get the sand out. "Which do you want first?"
"Good news." Carmella answered from inside the tent.
"Your clothes are dry." Robert replied, entering the tent once again, her clothes bundled in one hand.
"Good." Carmella said, taking the suspiciously small bundle from him. She opened it to find only her shorts, bra, and panties. "Where's my shirt?" she asked.
"That's the bad news," Robert explained. "I ran a line through everything last night. I guess the wind was strong enough to break all the buttons on your shirt. I have no idea where it is, but I do have one button from it."
Carmella sighed. She flapped her panties. A bit more sand came out of them. "What good is one button going to do me, Robert?"
"I can give you my shirt," Robert suggested. "We can trade off so neither of us gets burned too badly."
Carmella drew her tattered panties up her legs. "No. It's okay. I don't burn when I have a deep tan like this," Carmella said. She lay back and lifted her hips to slide her panties over her bum. "Keep your shirt. Your pale ass will burn and blister like nobody's business. We don't need you disabled by a bad sunburn." She didn't notice how loose her skin seemed to be.
Carmella sat up right again and shook out her shorts. "You carry everything other than the water. That's at least as important as being a human water jug." She pulled her shorts up her legs too. "I'll be fine without a shirt. It's not like anyone will see me half naked out here." She lay back again and lifted her hips to get her shorts on properly and done up. "You can lend me your shirt when we get near civilization."
"Alright," Robert agreed.
"Good. Let's get moving," she said as she started packing the bedrolls. "I'm thirsty after our activities last night, and we have at least a half day of walking before we get back to that building."
A couple of hours later the camp had been packed up and they were a decent amount into their journey back. Robert had the backpack slung over his shoulders and both he and Carmella were gnawing on dried meat as they made their way up a sand dune that was larger than the day before. Robert was trailing Carmella, partially because he had a load to carry, but mostly because it offered him a chance to oogle her breasts.
When they had started out he had been in the lead, foraging their way through the loose sand. Carmella had followed in his footsteps as best she could, but she kept stumbling as sand he disturbed cascaded down around her ankles. She had managed to pack her floppy breasts into the cups of her bra, but they were too loose and kept flopping out over the tops of the cups. After the third halt so she could contain herself, Carmella had gotten frustrated and ripped off her bra and threw it away. Robert had given her a queer look. "It's not like I'm benefitting from the support. It was more hassle than it was worth," she'd explained. Robert didn't say anything; he just nodded, secretly thrilled.
Once when they were walking up a steep dune Carmella tripped her knee had come down solidly on one of her dangling tits. She gasped. Robert stopped when he heard and turned to see what had happened. Carmella was rubbing the end of the breast that had been squashed. "Regretting throwing away the bra now?" he'd asked.
She shot him a dirty look. "Maybe a bit."
Robert went back down the slope and sat beside her. "Maybe we should take a break."
"I'm fine." she snapped back. Robert blinked, taken a bit aback. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. "I just don't want to slow us down. It's hard to keep up with you though. And these damn breasts," she lifted one in each hand, "keep getting in the way." She rested her elbows on her knees, defeated, her tits dangling between her legs from her loose grip.
"Hey, why not tie them up?" Robert suggested. "Not like last night," he explained when Carmella looked at him. "I mean, tie them up behind you neck, like a bikini top. It'll get them out of the way."
Carmella considered the idea. Deciding it was worth a try she straightened up and pulled her floppy breasts up behind her neck. She flipped them over one another a couple of times, tying a loose square knot. When she dropped her hands her breasts stayed tied up, dangling a short way down her back. She smiled at Robert. "That was a good idea. Thanks."
Robert accepted the thanks. "No problem," he replied. "Do you want to lead? You can set the pace then."
"Alright," she agreed. She pushed herself to her feet. "We go up the hill and keep going in that direction, right?"
"Yup. Keep the sun in front of you, at least until noonish," Robert replied. "That'll take us west and back to the house."
An hour later, they were trekking up the side of a dune chewing on the dried meat. Carmella's bronzed skin had lost some of its slack and had a sheen of sweat. Rivulets ran down the back of her neck, transferring over to her breasts. Every so often enough would gather form a drop one of Carmella's nipples which then fell onto her bum. Robert was sweating too. Under the backpack his shirt was soaked. They were both thirsty, but the only food they had was the dried meat and fruits, neither of which slackened their thirst.
When she reached the crest of the dune, Carmella stopped and looked around. "Robert!" she called, pointing down the other side of the dune. "I see it. It's a little more buried than yesterday, but I see it." Robert quickly reached the top of the dune and looked down into the valley on the other side. There was the corner of the building sticking out or the sand, and the black square of window that had used to enter and exit previously. He was relieved.
Carmella laughed. "Let's go," she said and started running down the other slope. "I can't wait to have a drink," she called back over her shoulder. Robert followed behind her at a somewhat slower pace.
"Carmella! Slow down!" he yelled, uneasily eyeing the shifting sand. Carmella either didn't hear or ignored him. About half way down the dune she stumbled. A small avalanche of sand started under her feet, destabilizing the sand below. On her next step her foot sank surprisingly deep into the sand. Carmella cried out as she flipped head over heels, rolling most of the rest of the way down.
"Oh, fuck," Robert cursed as he carefully, but hurriedly made his way down the slope. "Carmella, are you okay?"
"Oww... Shit!" was the reply. "I messed up my ankle... I don't think it's broken, just sprained."
Robert knelt at Carmella's feet. Her ankle wasn't bent wrong. He examined it for obvious problems. "It doesn't look really bad. We should rest it though. Let's out of the sun. If I helped do you think you can make it to the window?"
"I think so. Yeah! Help me up." Carmella held out her arms. Robert grabbed hold of her hands and on a count of 3 pulled her upright, surprised by how little she actually weighed. He quickly moved to support her, slipping her arm over his shoulders, and his arm around her waist. Together, they hobbled to the window where Robert eased Carmella down again.
Robert went through the window first, pulling the pack behind him. When he helped Carmella through the window he didn't let her touch the ground. Instead, he carried her over to the water pump and laid her on the sand. He even went as far as to build a little mound of sand to elevate her foot. Carmella ankle was starting to swell. Robert worked the pump until cool water was coming out. He took off his shirt, soaked it in the water, and wrapped it around Carmella's ankle in an effort to combat the swelling.
"Thank-you, Robert." Carmella said, grateful to have him with her.
Robert smiled at her. "You're welcome Car. We just want to keep the swelling down. Hopefully you'll be able to walk before too long."
"Yeah. I don't want to be stuck out here forever," Carmella said. She reached behind her neck and untied her breasts, bringing them over her shoulders again. She leaned back onto the pile of sand. "I can't believe that happened."
"I tried to warn you," Robert noted.
Carmella sighed. "I know."
"Well, what's done is done. Let me find something for you to drink out of." Robert rose to his feet to start searching the room. Carmella stopped him.
"We don't need a smaller container," she said. "Pull that large pot back over. Fill me up a bit and we can both drink form me."
Robert grinned at her. "I like the way you think." He pulled the large pot they had used last time they were there over from the window. The pot was quickly filled with water from the pump. Carmella checked the power level on the air excavator. It still had over 3/4 battery life. She connected the hoses and slid the needles home into her nipples.
"I think we can turn up the pump speed a little more this time." Carmella suggested.
"How about jump it up a few levels?" Robert asked.
Carmella snorted. "You just want to see me blow up faster."
"Guilty as charged" Robert admitted. "Are you saying you don't want to?"
Carmela considered his statement, "Fine," she said. "You're right. I kinda do."
Robert stuck his tongue out at her. "You're a perv too."
"Shut up," she protested, blushing. "Just get that thing started already."
"Yes mam," Robert said. He thumbed up the speed a couple of notches and plunged his hand holding the pump into the cold water. When the pump was fully immersed he flicked the power switch and let go. Carmella's breasts almost jumped. The cold water made her gasp.
Her breasts rapidly filled, reaching F cup in a couple of minutes. They filled from the bottoms up, gradually fattening. They started to perk up at G cup. When H cup came around they looked like normal droopy breasts, rather than partially drained sacs.
"Oh. My. God." Robert said, unabashedly staring. Now that he knew Carmella didn't mind he didn't try to hide his lust. His penis created a tent inside his shorts.
Carmella moaned, arching her back off the sand. "This is much faster. Naughty Robert, I said turn it up a bit." Carmella crossed her arms under her breasts, shoving them together. Their watery mass piled onto her chest, sticking up a little more than half a foot and wobbling like Jell-O. "I can't say that I really mind though," she said as she watched her cleavage grow. She still had plenty of room.
At I cups her breasts started to round out. They started to pull up off of her arms. Her areolae started to stretch Carmella squirmed underneath them. She rubbed her thighs together, squeezing them tight. Her arched back was getting sore form supporting the weight of her breasts. She let it drop. Her breasts parted like the Red Sea parted for Moses. Between her breasts Carmella caught a brief glimpse of the drooling Robert before they rolled back together with a smack that reverberated through her core
She decided to give Robert a show. Carmella slowly ran her hands over the bottoms of her breasts, up to her nipples. She could feel her areolae rising. They were low domes larger than her palms. The needles were still firmly seated in her nipples which were starting to flatten out. Carmella's hips bucked involuntarily as her fingertip brushed the edge of one nipple. It was extremely sensitive. Her hands retreated, lazily circling down her breasts then sliding down her tummy towards her shorts.
By the time her button was undone and her fly down, Carmella's breasts had jumped to J cups. She could feel her skin tightening again. Their weight had pulled her breasts to either side of her chest which Carmella was grateful for. It made it much easier for her to breathe without them crushing her ribcage. They were still near spheres, but parted in the middle. Carmella lifted her hips off the sand, careful not to put weight on her injured ankle, and tucked her thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. Robert came in to help her peel them down.
With her shorts now down around her ankles, Carmella began stimulating herself. She cupped her venus mound gently, resting her hand there for a bit before rubbing it in circles with her palm. A damp spot rapidly grew on her panties. The tightness in her skin had spread around her sides, up her neck, and down her torso. She was starting to feel it in her lower back and bum too.
Carmella's free hand found its way to Robert's crotch. She started stroking him through his shorts. "Oh... My boobs are huge," she moaned. "They're getting tight. Feel them." Robert nearly lost it when he put his hand on her breast. Her skin was indeed very taut, and cool to the touch. He brought his other hand up and tried to squish her breast. His hands barely made a dent. Carmella moaned again.
Robert slid his hands up her half way to K cup breasts to her areola. It was seven inches wide and raised an inch above the rest of her tit. Her nipple had spread out and disappeared into it. He brushed it with a finger and Carmella jerked. "Oh fuck!" she cried. "Don't do that unless you want me to cum. You need a distraction." She removed her hand from her crotch and fumbled with Roberts shorts, opening his fly. She took his penis in hand, stroking it lightly. "Just sit back and enjoy the show Robert," she instructed, pushing him down to the sand.
As Carmella pumped her hand on Robert's penis he drank in the sight of her body; so different from the beginning of their odyssey. Her titanic tits stood nearly a foot high. They had grown large enough to completely cover the front of her rib cage, even beginning to creep around the sides of her chest as he watched. Her ribs were becoming visible under her skin around her back. Her face was invisible to Robert, hidden by her womanly mounds. Robert could see her veins under hear skin as dark lines.
Carmella's waist had shrunk dramatically to a thin 22 inches in circumference. Her belly button had pulled a couple of inches closer to her chest and was stretching vertically. The demand for more skin for her breasts seemed insatiable. Further down her body Robert watched the top of Carmella's vagina pull up out of her panties, her pubic thatch had stretched into an elongated triangle. Her butt cheeks compressed and were pulling up out of her panties in the back. Even her toes seemed longer as the tightness in her skin reached her feet and pulled on the webbing between her toes.
Her domed areolae were now receding into her breasts once again, stretching out to an incredible three quarters of a foot wide. Their plumb colour was fading again. She was almost full. The needles were starting to get pushed out of her due to the pressure. Her areolae were now bumps less than a half inch high and quickly diminishing as her breasts reached maximum volume.
Robert could feel his own pressure rising as he watched Carmella's body transform before his eyes. He gave a tug on Carmella's panties. The torn leg gave way, the crotch too. He pulled the tattered bit of fabric out and threw it away. Carmella squeezed his prick harder. Her cunt was nearly seven inches long, three inches longer than when they had started playing around the night before.
Robert pushed her hand away from his penis. He mounted Carmella instead, one leg on either side of her ever thinning waist. He slipped his penis into her elongated vagina. It squeezed him tight from the sides. He put his hands on her near spherical breasts. Her skin was stretched thin enough Robert could see a hazy shadow of her head and shoulders, thrown back in ecstasy, though her breasts.
Her vagina clenched hard. The needles fell to either side of her monstrous chest, finally forced out. Water started to dribble out and down the sided of her breasts. Robert felt the ejaculation process start. He thrust hard into her. His muscles clenched, squeezing every last drop of semen out. He fell limply against her hard tits and slid off to the side to lie on the sand beside her.
"Holy fuck," Carmella gasped after a few minutes rest. "Ohhh Jesus. That was great."
"You're telling me," Robert replied from beside her. The excavator was still pumping out water. Robert roused himself and shut it off. He plopped back onto the sand beside her.
"Damn these things are heavy," Carmella said, struggling to sit up a bit and failing. "How big do you think I am?"
"You're definitely the largest I've ever seen," Robert answered. Carmella felt a weird sense of pride at that. "Last time I figured you were about an I cup, right?" Carmella nodded. "Then I'd guess now you'd be an L cup," awe was evident in his voice. "Maybe even an M. That's about four to five gallons per tit. Holy shit. Can you even sit up?"
"No. They are way too heavy." Carmella replied.
"I'll bet." Robert continued. "Even at the low end they'll be over 30 pounds each. At an M cup they're be over 40 pounds. Cheeerist."
"Yeah. My shoulders are kind of impeded too." Carmella said. Indeed they were. Her breasts had started to overtake her arms. They had grown under her arms, pushing her armpit out. They had also grown up above her collar bones and were starting to creep over top of her shoulders. Even down the front of her arms they had started to grow. "My breasts are taking over. My skin feels tight all over my body."
"Your tits are certainly taking up enough of it. Your waist is only about twenty inches around max now. In fact, let me check..." Robert put his hands around Carmella's waist and was able to touch his fingers and thumbs together. "Yes, I can completely encircle your waist."
"Umm, that's not my waist Robert. Those are my hips," Carmella said.
"I'm afraid not, Car," Robert corrected her. "They were your hips. Everything has been pulled up. Your vagina is where your belly button used to be."
"What?" Carmella demanded.
"Your tits are pulling in skin from all over your body to contain more water," Robert explained. He touched her ribs on her sides. "That's probably where your waist ended up. I'm only guessing because your belly button seems to be just below your sternum."
"IT feels like you're touching just above my hips. What the hell is going on with my body? This shouldn't even be possible," Carmella stated.
"I don't know," Robert said, "but it's allowing us to travel much further that we would be able to otherwise."
"Jesus Christ. At this rate I'll be nothing but a couple of giant tits in less than two weeks," she jested.
"I wonder if that would be possible," Robert mused. Carmella smacked him.
"Not going to happen," she said emphatically. "I don't think I can walk as it is with tits this huge, let alone on a twisted ankle. You'd have to rig up some kinds of sled for me."
Robert perked up and looked around. "That's actually not a bad idea Car," Robert said. "It looked like your ankle got hurt pretty badly. I don't know how long it'll take to heal to a point that you can bear any extra weight on it." Robert spied some poles partially buried in a corner of the room. "We can use the cloth and those poles over there, make a stretcher, and I could pull you and all our supplies. At least that way we'll be making progress instead of just sitting here."
"I don't know if I like this idea Robert," Carmella said. "Do you really think you can pull everything, and me, and nearly 100 pounds of water?"
"I've pulled sleds of equipment before. They can be upwards of 250 pounds. I can handle it," Robert said confidently. "You can just relax and enjoy the ride."
"I don't want to do nothing Robert," Carmella said. "I hate being useless."
"You wouldn't be useless. You'd be doing the most important job of all," Robert reassured her. "We're going nowhere without water."
"Speaking of water," Carmella changed the subject, "I never got my drink. How do you propose I do that with these two monstrosities on me?" Carmella thumped her breasts. "I can't exactly bring my nipples to my mouth."
"Let's repurpose the hose for a sec." Robert pulled the hose off the pump. He gave the end to Carmella. "Put it in your mouth," he directed. When she had he took the end with the needles and plunged them both into her nipples. Carmella made an agreeable noise.
In less than a second her mouth was filled with water. She frantically gulped a few mouthfuls down before pulling the hose out, sputtering. Water streamed out onto the sand. "That's enough," she coughed. "The pressure makes it come out very fast."
Robert pulled the needles out of her nipples. "Hmm... I guess we need some kind of flow control or pressure regulator."
"Or we could just drink like from a hose until the pressure drops a bit," Carmella suggested.
Robert frowned. "I guess we could. It seems like wasting water though."
"Trust me. There is water to spare right now." Carmela said flatly.
Robert and Carmella spent the next few days in the building. Robert was gathering materials and building a sled upon which to drag Carmella and their supplies. Carmella was resting her ankle, resigned to the fact that she wouldn't be walking for a while. She could barely support her own weight, let alone the weight of the water contained in her breasts.
Robert had convinced Carmella that in order to reach any kind of civilization they'd potentially need several weeks of water; not that had really taken a lot of convincing. They decided that Carmella would try and hold as much water as she could, to give them more travel time. Robert had dug out some depressions in the sand and rolled Carmella over onto her front. They didn't want to crush her under her boobs.
While Robert was working on the sled Carmella kept pumping herself up. At the end of day three, Carmella had solidly broken into the second half of the alphabet. Her breasts were swollen up to S cups. Her arms rested on them on either side, trailing down their sides. In fact, they didn't so much rest on her arms as her arms emerged from them.
Half of Carmella's upper arms had disappeared, consumed by her breasts. They had grown around her shoulders and were growing over her back as well as down onto her belly. Her belly button was now directly between them stretched not only vertically, but horizontally as well, into a circle 3 inches wide. It rode the flesh rising between the two main masses of her breasts. They were large enough that they were starting to merge in front.
Her pelvis had been pulled up as well, curving her spine. She couldn't actually straighten her back anymore. The tension in her skin did not allow it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it certainly did feel odd, like being tightly wrapped in a blanket.
Carmella's poor areolae had become easily over a foot wide now. Her nipples had turned into six inches discs in their middles. They were becoming translucent as well now. Her beasts as a whole were getting closer to transparent. She could easily make out the silhouettes of her legs against window through them.
It was strange that none of this cause her any pain. Any pain she felt came from her ankle. Despite it feeling much better she knew not to attempt to walk on it, especially when full.
"Alright, the sled is ready," Robert announced a couple of days later. He'd taken his time constructing it, making it more heavy duty than strictly necessary. He'd also had to scour the building for supplies. While doing so, he'd also properly buried the owner of the house.
Carmella's progress stretching out her breasts had been astounding. When fully drained now her breasts hung below her knees. She didn't even bother trying to clothe herself. When full, clothes just got in the way. When empty, clothes didn't really fit any more. Skin over her entire body was loose and dangled like a bodysuit that was a few sizes too large. Carmella's finger tips extended a couple of inches past the ends of her finger bones. Her calves were piled around her ankles. Her crotch hung half way down her thighs.
It had taken a half hour to drain her breasts completely. While she was draining herself, Robert had filled the large jug again with cool water from the pump and set it all up by the window. He had a smaller jug to fill the larger one with when the level started to get too low.
With Robert's help Carmella hobbled over to the window and climbed out. She sat knelt on the sled. It had been constructed with her altered shape in mind. Thick cloth draped off of a pretty much circular frame that Robert had constructed. A flat slab trailed it to hold their supplies and pack.
Carmella sat in the middle of the bowl, her empty breasts piled in her lap. "I'm ready, Robert," she said after inserting the needles. "Fire it up."
"Alright," came his reply. He submersed the pump in jug and turned it on, setting to half power. Carmella's breasts started to fill rapidly. It was a couple of minutes before the sides started to bulge out. When they had first pumped this amount of water had made her an E cup, and it had taken the better part of 20 minutes to get it into her.
As her breasts filled they plumped up like cooking sausages. Rising like dough they started to overflow her lap. Carmella adjusted herself, spreading her legs and pulling up her loose flesh, allowing her boobs to rest on the ground as they filled.
Due to the stretched out nature of her flesh, and the fact that her body was more tit than anything else cup sizes had become an almost useless unit of measurement at either end of her size range. The liquid in her breasts made them spread out over the bottom of the bowl. Carmella retreated out of the center of the bowl, letting her breasts take it over. In five minutes the pump had deposited nearly five gallons into her chest. This would have made her a J cup before. Now it just made her breasts fill the bottom quarter of the bowl. Her nipples were buried underneath it all. There would be no needles coming out this time as they were being pressed down into the fabric of the sled. It would be up to Carmella to tell Robert when to stop the pump, and she was determined to get as much into her as possible.
Robert added water to the larger pot several times while Carmella swelled. When Carmella had about 11 gallons in each tit she lay her body down on top of them, using them like a waterbed. Her breasts had completely filled out. Now the skin over the rest of her body was starting to get taken up. It was another 15 minutes before things and tightened up enough that things were in their proper place on her body, but they didn't stay that way for long.
"This is taking a really long time Robert." Carmella called form outside. "I'm barely feeling the stretch and it's been about 40 minutes. Turn up the speed on the pump."
"Are you sure Car?" Robert asked. "I don't want to overfill you."
"I got plenty of room left." She reassured him. "Turn it up."
Robert did so. He doubled the flow rate. When he did he had to constantly be filling the larger pot. He couldn't pause to watch Carmella grow through the window anymore. He could only take glances as he poured and pumped.
Soon her tits started growing around the sides of her body and up over her arms. After ten minutes they had consumed her chest. Carmella's arms were extending form her breasts rather than her shoulders. Her bum had become considerably smaller. It had stretched vertically, pulling up onto her lower back, and horizontally around her sides. The uptake of skin on her front had pulled it forwards from between her legs as well. Her belly button had already moved up past her sternum and was spreading out on the surface of her breasts and her vagina was making the trip up as well. Stretched vertically to eight inches it was just starting to creep over the threshold of being on her body and being on her breasts.
"How are you doing Car?" Robert asked as he poured the smaller pot into the larger one.
"I'm doing Okay," Carmella responded. "I'm definitely feeling the stretch now."
"It looks like it. You're more breast than woman right now," Robert informed her. Carmella smiled, "and it looks like you've still got some room left in you too; judging by your skin tone anyway."
"I do," she replied. "Are my breasts are big enough for you yet?"
Robert snorted. "They could never be big enough."
Carmella laughed.
Thirty minutes later Carmella was really feeling stretched out. Each containing 39 gallons of water, her breasts had completely engulfed her torso at this point. They had met up behind her back and consumed all available space on her front. Her butt was gone, as were her hips. Her anus had stretched open, gaping large enough to fit a pool ball inside. About a half foot below that was her vagina. It was three quarters of a foot long now and stretched open several inches. Her major labia had all but disappeared and her thatch of pubic hair was so stretched so sparse as to appear as few errant hairs over several feet of skin.
Her legs were starting to be absorbed (a quarter of the way down her thighs) and her arms were almost entirely absorbed. Just about a half foot of each arm and Carmella's hands remained. Her neck had disappeared, as had most of her chin, so her head rose from her monstrous mammaries like a giant nipple.
On the subject of her nipples, hidden from view as they were it was impossible for Robert to know, but Carmella could estimate their size from the feel of the fabric on them. To her they felt enormous. She guessed they were probably stretched out to about nine inches while her areolae were probably almost a foot and three quarters wide each. She wasn't far off the mark.
"I think I'm full now Robert." Carmella called. Robert quickly shut off pump and crawled out the window.
"Holy shit." he said, taking in her body. "That is fucking unbelievable." Carmella was pleased. She was exhausted by her stretching, but Robert's reaction made it worth it. "Remember what I said earlier about never being big enough? I was wrong."
Carmella smiled. "I guess I wasn't wrong about being nothing more than a couple of giant tits though, was I?"
"Most definitely not," Robert agreed. He walked around in front of her so she could see him and placed his hands on her taut skin. "This is incredible. I can see inside you," he said peering into her depths. Indeed, her skin was nearly invisible. A spider web of veins was the most visible way to tell how big she was. "Most of you is pretty transparent. I can even see your heart beating."
"I'm not really surprised given how I feel." Carmella said. "I may have overdone it."
"I don't think you give your skin enough credit," Robert disagreed. "Given what I've seen in the past week I think you could go further if you wanted to."
"Well, I'm not going to," she stated. "I'd prefer to keep my hands, legs, and head."
"I can imagine. I imagine this is pretty strange for you. You don't look too freaked out by it though," Robert observed.
Carmella paused to think about it before answering. "I was a bit, at first. But, it did make a weird kind of sense. This whole breasts taking over by body is strange. It helps that it feels pretty damn good. I mean, the way I am right now is pretty fucked up, but it's also kind of exciting. I can't even move on my own."
"Speaking of moving, we should probably get started," Robert said. He moved around to Carmella's side and leaned in to give her a kiss. "You are truly amazing Car. I love you. I do. I think I have for a while. Years even. Probably even before Georgia left."
"I love you too Robert," Carmella answered, "I only realized it a few days ago. When we get out of this we should stay together. How about moving in? My house is pretty empty now that Rebecca and Dana are both away at school."
"I'd like that," Robert accepted. "My apartment is kind of cramped."
"Then let's get going," she prodded. "The longer we waste here, the longer it'll be before we can take the next step."
"Yes mam," Robert agreed.
Robert slowly dragged the sled away from the mostly buried building. With 700 pounds on the sled it was slow going, but progress was being made. "Maybe you did overdo it Car." Robert said over his shoulder. You're pretty heavy. You should go on a diet or something, lose some-"
"Shut up Robert," she interrupted him. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" he asked.
"The plane," she said. "It sounds like it's coming from behind us."
Robert dropped the yoke he had and spun around. "I see it," he said, excited. He took a few steps away from Carmella. "Hey!" he shouted. Robert waved his arms above his head. The plane was approaching rapidly. "Hey plane!" he shouted again, jumping up and down. The plane zoomed overhead. Robert spun, still waving. "Plane!" he yelled after the retreating plane. "Where are you going? Fuck! Don't leave!" Robert ran up the edge of a dune, chasing the plane.
By the time he got to the top of the dune the plane was gone. Robert dropped his arms, defeated. He turned around and returned to Carmella. "It's gone," he said. "I don't think they even saw us."
"Well, let's keep going then." Carmella tried not to sound despondent, but it leaked through. "No point in waiting around here."
"Yeah, right," Robert agreed. He looked into Carmella's eyes with sadness. He looked haggard, but there was streak of iron in his gaze. "I'll get you home. I promise."
Carmella smiled encouragingly. "I know you will."
Robert picked up the yoke again and had just started pulling again when he stopped. He looked behind them and his eyes grew wide. He turned and started pulling with renewed strength, cursing.
"What Robert? What was that?" Carmella asked. She heard the sound of hoof beats behind them. "I can't see. Robert!" He voice was a bit panicky after seeing how he was acting.
"Mujahideen," was all he said. Then they were surrounded.
Swathed in dark clothes, the leader of the mujahideen dismounted from his horse. He looked at Robert with distain and Carmella in disgust. Without speaking he spat on the ground in front of each of them. He made a gesture and Robert felt hands grab his arms. He fought but soon was trussed. Other men attached the sled containing Carmella to their horses. Soon they were underway again, only in a different direction.
The going was much faster but it still took most of a day to reach their destination. Robert couldn't move or speak, Carmella was too afraid. He had been draped over the back of a horse for their journey. Rage smouldered is his eyes as he watched the fighters ogle and prod Carmella. Neither of them understood what was being said between the men, but it didn't sound good.
Their journey ended in a hidden cave. They were brought a short way in and Robert was unceremoniously dumped on the ground in front of a well-dressed, very slender woman. She nodded and the men stepped away from them and Carmella. "Robert, Robert, Robert…" the woman began, "I knew you had it in you." She looked up at Carmella who was feeling less tight now despite not being drained all day. "You were a bit conservative though," she continued. "Carmella could be so much more than she is."
Robert made a sound from the ground. "I do not believe we have met Carmella, at least not formally. I think you would know me as Georgia, Robert's 'wife'. You may call me Hazel though. That is the English form of my real name. I think Robert has some explaining to do to you." With that the woman turned around and snapped. The men from before lifted Robert and carried him over to a cage with a very large door. He was untied and watched closely while Carmella was manhandled off the sled and rolled in beside him. The hose in her nipples was removed and their packs confiscated. The door to their cage slammed shut.
"Robert?" Carmella asked. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Wait wait. You mean you've been following me since high school!?" Carmella was angry. "And you're a fucking Nazi scientist!?"
"No. I'm not! I never was! Don't blame me for the sins of my fathers." Robert protested.
"You know my great grandparents were all executed in your concentration camps, right? My grandfather died there too. You people are inhumane." Carmella said, furious at him.
"I know. I know all about it. But you can't lump me in with them." Robert begged. "I'm German, I'm not a Nazi. I'm that same person I was yesterday; a scientist in love."
"You're a fucking perverted scientist interested in an experiment. You turned me into a water balloon with a fucking Nazi pump. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Carmella asked angrily "I trusted you. Didn't the false identity tip you off that this wasn't exactly kosher?"
"It was a lot of money for a fresh graduate swimming in debt. Nazism was all but stomped out in Germany after the war. I didn't know this was the continuation of a Nazi experiment; or that Hazel was a Neo Nazi." Robert pleaded
"What was your first clue? Did she goosestep around the house?" Carmella was livid.
"I looked the other way and took their money for semi-annual reports on you and your family. I needed the money for my own family. Things weren't easy in Germany When I started." Robert tried to explain.
Carmella stopped listening after Robert mentioned her family. "My family too? What about my kids. Are they being monitored too? Jason and his family, they're not with you, are they?"
"No. At least I don't think so." Robert said. "They didn't tell us anything about other observers. I only knew about Hazel when she showed up at my door, backstory and instructions in hand. She kept things under wraps at first, but gradually things became apparent. Hazel was always pushing for closer observation and even direct interference. The real reason she left was that she got promoted. You have no idea what I spared you."
"What? Stuff like this?" Carmella gestured to her swollen body. Tears started to leak out of her eyes.
"This would only have been the beginning." Robert said softly. He gently rested a hand on Carmella's side.
"What the fuck Robert?" Carmella's cried. "How could you do this? How could you let me feel this way for you? How could you let this happen to me if you love me the way you say you do? Why did you keep observing and reporting and experimenting?"
Robert was gentle with Carmella. He gently stroked her skin. "I did it to keep them away. If it wasn't me it would have been someone else who didn't care. They sent me this pump 3 years ago. Hazel ordered me to use it on you. I resisted as long as I could, telling them that it had malfunctioned, and that it required testing."
"So what happened?" Carmella asked. "Why did you keep it? What happened to the money I sent you?"
"Some of the money kept me going after they fired me 2 years ago. Some of it went to setting up a screen to protect you from them," Robert explained. "The rest is in a trust for Rebecca and Dana, released when they reach 25. Once I sold the prototype of the 'air excavator', and the plans that I had reverse engineered I was going to repay the investment to the agreed terms."
"Goddamn you. Why do you have to be so good?" Carmella cried a little more. "I want to hate you so much right now."
"I know Car," Robert said. "I deserve it. I completely betrayed your trust; but I never wanted to hurt you. I want what's best for you, and your kids," he paused, "And I want to be there to see it happen; if you'll let me."
Carmella gave a sour laugh. "We have to get out of here first. I think our predicament is worse than before."
Robert looked out of the cage, scanning around the cave. "You've got that right for sure."
A few days passed before anything of note happened. Carmella's skin regained its colour and seemed to loosen up a bit. She became able to turn her head and flex her arms a limited amount. There was always a few mujahideen staring at Carmella through the bars of the cage. Once a couple of them ventured through the door and approached Carmella. Robert tried to block them but they roughly pushed him aside and one held him down. The other poked and prodded Carmella. His rough calloused finger was able to sink into her breast until the first knuckle. He rubbed his face against her. Carmella tried to kick at him, her hands flailed. Robert was shouting and she screaming. The man caressed her curve as he ran his hand over her surface, eventually centering in on one of Carmella's nipples.
There was a shout form outside the cage. Robert found his attacker lifted off him. The man molesting Carmella was grabbed and restrained. Both men struggled but were subdued and dragged out of the cage. Hazel was there, berating the mujahideen leader, angry enough to revert to German from Arabic.
"This isn't what I paid for. You were given money and weapons to secure them and ensure they are not hurt," she berated the man. "This is not doing that. Maybe I should take everything and go." The man stared at her with hard eyes. The two men were dragged in front of the two of them. The man glanced at them and people holding them. He jerked his head and the men were dragged away. Hazel nodded then turned and strode off. The mujahideen leader spat behind her as she left. It was evident that he disliked her. Robert and Carmella never saw their attackers again.
The next day the cage was opened again. Hazel was there to supervise. She directed some of the mujahideen in Arabic. Three men went to Carmella and started to roll her out of the cage. Two more went to Robert and restrained his arms while they escorted him out of the cage as well.
Carmella was rolled and Robert was walked down a shallow slope. When they had initially arrived in the cave Carmella had threatened to roll away on her captors as the moved her; today though took more effort as her skin had loosened and her breasts deformed against the ground. It was a short trip to a small pond in the lowest part of the cave where a tent that extended a shot way into the pond had been set up. Inside it sat the pump with the y hose and needle tips attached, a chair with some rope, and an electric lantern for light. Carmella was rolled right to the edge of the water. She didn't know what was going on and was quite dizzy. Robert was forced to sit in the chair, his arms and legs tied down.
"What are you going to do Hazel?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Nothing that you haven't done already," Hazel replied. "I'm just going to take it to the next level, maybe the one beyond that, and possibly the one beyond that as well."
"You're a sick, twisted person, Hazel. I had consent." Robert declared.
"What's going on Robert?" Carmella asked. "I can't see."
"I'm going to fill you up my dear," Hazel said, turning away from Robert and approaching Carmella. "However, I will push you to the absolute limit, repeatedly."
"She has the pump Car," Robert said. "She's going to pump you up bigger and force me to watch."
"Of course you have to watch, Robert," Hazel said, turning back to him. "You impeded our progress for far too long. Now you'll have to watch them proceed to the next phase that you tried so hard to delay."
"What is she talking about Robert?" Carmella asked, frightened.
Robert shook his head. "I don't know," he said.
"Why your children, dear. Rebecca, Dana, that Jason boy and his father. You are just the beginning," Hazel's eyes gleamed. "We shall reclaim our subjects and continue the experiments that our parents started." Hazel picked up the needles and circled around to Carmella's front. "We will push the boundary of what it means to be human," she said as she inserted the needles into Carmella's nipples and stuck them there with tape. She bent over and picked up the pump. "I hear that Rebecca has quite the remarkable ability. Apparently she and Jason are made for each other." Hazel set the pump speed to maximum. She dunked the pump into the water and turned on the power. The hoses jumped at the sudden pressure forcing 5 gallons a minute through their length. "Who knows what your other daughter?" she finished.
"Ahh!" Carmella cried when the water started flowing. "Fuck you, Hazel. Leave my family alone."
Hazel smiled. "Plans have already been put in motion to acquire them. Besides, I think you should be more concerned about yourself. Right now, you have just about the same amount of water as a standard American bathtub in each breast. I bet that in a few days you'll be able to fit double that."
Already three gallons had been pumped into her. Carmella's breasts grew taught again. It hadn't even been a minute since the pump started. "Holy fuck." Carmella said. "Ah, it's too much too fast."
"Hang in there Car," Robert urged her. "She doesn't want you hurt. She said as much yesterday." He looked directly at Hazel who was looking at him. "She's an evil bitch, but she's a scientist first."
"Wrong," Hazel corrected him. "I'm a scorned woman first. You were supposed to be mine, Robert."
Robert shook his head. "I'll never be yours; especially not now. She has superiors Car. They want you. She can't do anything to you."
"This isn't nothing." Carmella gasped. Another gallon and a half had already been pumped in to each breast. "This pump is fucking fast."
Robert attempted to reassure her. "You can handle it Car. Remember what I said before we got caught. You can take more than you know. I've read the research. I've extrapolated the data."
"And I've read your reports." Hazel said. "You can hold much more Carmella. I intend to show you just how much. You've had 8 gallons pumped into you in a little over a minute and a half. What do you think of my 'Nazi pump' now?"
With the talk of numbers and seeing Carmella growing bigger Robert couldn't help but get aroused. He just hoped that Hazel didn't notice. "Five gallons per minute?" he asked in disbelief. "You maxed it out? We never went that far. You're mad."
Hazel shook her head. "No," she said, "just determined." She touched Carmella with a gloved hand. "Besides She does like it, don't you Carmella. Or should I call you Car as well. After all I have been pretty intimate with you now." Hazel flicked Carmella's stretched out areola.
Carmella panted. "I don't like it."
"Your body belies you." Hazel said, walking around behind Carmella. "You are moistening up back here."
Carmella flushed. "I - don't - want - this."
"Oh, but Robert so enjoys watching it." Hazel turned to him. "I see you're responding to it now, Robert. Look at what her predicament is doing to you. Breasts swelling out of control? Oh my. You're practically bursting out of your pants. Carmella is in grave danger and you're getting aroused by it? What a bad man you are."
"Don't listen to her Robert," Carmella begged as her skin rapidly tightened. "She's trying to play us off against one another. I still love you. I know you can't help yourself. Don't you dare give in to her."
"I'm trying not to," Robert said.
"Like you said, he can't help himself," Hazel finished for him. She knelt in front of Robert and unzipped his shorts. His penis leapt through the opening, retrained by his underwear. "That pump has been running for over 3 minutes now Robert. That's 15 gallons into poor Carmella there; seven and a half per breast." Hazel opened the front of his underwear, letting his penis out into the air. "That's as much as a pair of O cup breasts." She circled her fingers around the base of his shaft and started a slow jerk. "She is soo big now that it barely shows on her."
"Stop this." Robert hissed as her. "Don't you have enough?"
Hazel looked him in the eyes and continued her slow jerking. "No." She looked back at Carmella. "Look at her now. Is she not amazing? I want to push her body to its limits." She looked back to Robert. "More of her is disappearing into her breasts. Watch as she becomes less of a woman."
Carmella was rapidly being absorbed by her breasts. With 20 gallons having been pumped into her by this time, Carmella's breasts were each 28 inches in diameter, giving her a 102 inch over bust measurement, but no possibility of an under bust. Her chest was 56 inches wide, almost as wide as she was tall when she had been able to stand up straight, which was impossible given that each breast now weighed slightly over 400 pounds.
Her arms had almost completely disappeared. Carmella's bust had consumed them pretty much the all the way to her wrists. Her thighs were a bit over three quarters gone. Only a couple inches of them remained above her knees. Between them was a gap of nearly a foot and a half. Her sex had stretched an inch wider and another two taller and her anus would comfortably fit a tennis ball.
Carmella's chin had been absorbed by her boobs and skin was losing its colour again. "She's had enough, Hazel," Robert said. "Look at her. Her skin is stretched thin enough to see through."
Carmella's hands clenched. "Soo tight," she groaned. The rapid speed of the pump made the transitions form opaque to translucent to transparent quite fast.
Hazel looked back to Carmella again. "My god," She said, slipping into German. "You can see inside her." She let go of Robert's penis and approached Carmella again. She put her hands on Carmella's hard side and peered into her body. "This is incredible. I can see her anatomy perfectly," she whispered.
Carmella clenched her teeth and took short, quick breaths. She had never felt so tight before.
"Shut the pump off Hazel!" Robert shouted. "She's going to pop! Nobody wants that."
Hazel blinked and pulled back. She quickly rounded Carmella's body and pulled the needles out of her nipples. A bit of water spurted out but it immediately stopped. Hazel dropped the needles and stared at Carmella in awe. "You are a magnificent specimen she said. That was 25 gallons in 5 minutes." Her gaze flicked down to Robert, through Carmella's body. "You should have started this a long time ago Robert."
Hazel bent over and picked up the pump. "We're done for today," she said curtly. She walked over to Robert and untied one of his hands. "Don't try to leave. The tent is guarded." When the tent flap opened to let Hazel out Robert did see the backs of the two guards flanking the door.
"Holy shit Car? Are you okay?" Robert anxiously asked as he worked at untying his other hand behind his back.
"Robert, I hurt all over." Carmella whimpered. "I'm so full."
"You'll be okay," Robert assured her. "I think you may have been able to fit another five to ten gallons." He quickly untied his feet and rushed to her side. Her skin was cool to the touch and hard as rock. He went around to her front so she could see him. Tears streamed down her face.
"What's wrong with her?" Carmella cried.
"She's very driven and results oriented," Robert said, "and evil as fuck."
Carmella managed a weak smile. "You've got that right. Using my torture to sexually torture you, it's diabolical. I can feel you poking me." Robert blushed. "It's alright. I know what watching me fill does to you. You can't control the way you are."
Robert snorted and shook his head. "I love that you understand me."
Carmella pushed against the ground with her toes. Her body rolled forwards, surprising Robert. What was left of her head came forwards and she caught his lips with hers. It was a ferocious kiss. "You know she was right about one thing," Carmella whispered when their lips parted. "I am incredibly aroused right now despite, or maybe because of how I feel."
"I don't know if it would be safe to do anything about that right now," Robert cautioned, "thought you know I am."
"Well, what's the volume of your penis Robert? A hundred and fifty millilitres to be on the safe side?" Carmella reasoned. "You said you think I could fit another five gallons in me. That's quite a margin. I think I can take it." She winked at him.
Robert faked reluctance. "Oh, if I must I suppose I we could get frisky."
"Just shut up and fuck me."
Hazel paid Robert and Carmella daily visits. Carmella's capacity to hold water increased more quickly on a daily basis. After 25 gallons that first day Hazel had returned the next day and added seven more, eight more the day after that, and nine that day after that. Each day the amount increased and the amount that came out when the needles were removed decreased. It was like her nipples were too stretched to work properly.
After a week, Hazel had pumped another 50 gallons into Carmella on bringing the total up to 75 gallons since they had been her and Robert had been captured. Carmella breasts were now each three feet wide, not that they were really distinct from each other anymore. What cleavage she had had before being captured had completely disappeared. Her areolae were each over two feet across, though nobody knew exactly how wide given that they were stretched so much as to be invisible (as was most of her skin). Almost all of Carmella had been consumed by her breast's demand for more flesh. Her hands had completely disappeared. Only her fingernails remained, flat on the vast curve of her bosom. All that remained of Carmella's legs were her ankles and feet. There was almost no give anywhere in her body. Her anus had stretched open large enough to fit a small watermelon. Her genitals had been virtually eliminated. The tension in her skin had become so great two days before that her birth canal had started to rapidly spread. At the end of day Carmella's cervix protruded slightly from the nearly foot wide oval of faintly pink flesh that use to be inside her. Even her head was mostly gone. It was just a small lump barely an inch high.
Her face had peeled off her skull up to her hairline and spread across her surface. Looking away from the ceiling of the tent was impossible for her. Nostrils were all the remained of her nose, spaced an inch apart and a half foot from both her eyes and her mouth; which gaped open in an 'O' shape twice as large as it normally was. It took effort to close her lips and to talk due to the tension in her skin. The pressure inside her made her eyes bulge out, raising little lumps of their own on her surface. Carmella was for all intents and purposes not even a large pair of breasts; she was just a single breast.
Robert stood beside Carmella. He had rolled her forwards so he could look her in her face as they spoke. "How are you doing Car?" he asked, concerned. Hazel had been particularly sadistic that day.
"I hurt, Robert," she managed to say. The words sounded strange from her now. Massive pressure was being applied to all her organs, distorting her larynx and the inside of her mouth. It was a wonder she was still able to breath. "I don't know how much longer I can last."
"Hang on a little bit more," Robert urged. "She keeps reusing the same ropes. She hasn't seemed to notice that I've been weakening one of them. Next time she comes I'll be able to break the ropes and take her out. I'm not sure what will happen after that, but at least it will be something."
Carmella didn't say anything. She was too tired. Even seeing how Robert was reacting to her growing form didn't give her the joy it had earlier. He was still rock hard. He'd managed not to succumb to Hazel's ministrations, not for lack of effort on her part. She had tried setting the pump on low speed and felaciating him, removing her shirt and forced herself breasts in his face while grinding on his lap, even digitally penetrating him to provoke a shock reaction. All came to naught. Carmella could tell she was getting very frustrated with him. The thought of him turning the tables and torturing her sexually gave Carmella strength.