When Hazel came back the next day she wore a smile, which was unusual for her, and a skirt. She addressed Robert. "Today you will break."
Robert shook his head. He was already working at the ropes again and could feel them starting to part.
"Don't give in Robert," Carmella encouraged him. "I believe in you." She was feeling a lot better than yesterday, now that her skin had become accustomed to her new volume.
"Shut up, water balloon!" Hazel snapped. "Today, I exploit his weakness. He will be mine again." She hooked Carmella up as usual and turned on the pump, slower than the days previous though. Then, to Robert's surprise she produced another pump with a flourish. It had a single hose attached to it. Hazel smiled creepily at Robert. She turned and wiggled her hips. Robert noticed that the hose went under the band of her skirt in the back.
"What are you doing Hazel?" He asked.
"You think development of the drugs we gave her parents stopped?" Hazel asked, gesturing to Carmella. "No. They have evolved. We have gotten to the point we can produce gene therapies to create the same effect in a grown person, not just in utero. I'm not going to pump up just Carmella. My treatment is done. I will get my pleasure out of you today Robert." With that she plunged the pump into the water and turned it on.
"You don't know what you're doing Hazel. Stop this," Robert urged.
Hazel stood; a hand on her belly. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Robert. Breasts are so passé. I could never reach her size." She walked back over to Robert. Her tummy was already bulging over the waistband of her skirt. "But I know you've always had a pregnancy fetish too, Robert." Hazel undid Robert's belt and roughly pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. His penis sprang up.
Hazel stood before him rubbing her tummy. It had started filling low in her abdomen. "Oh, this does feel good. I can see why you didn't mind being filled that much Carmella."
"What's happening Robert?" Carmella asked. "I can't see." The slight slack her skin had acquired overnight was starting to disappear. Some of the colour that had returned was starting to fade again. Carmella's body was pressing against the tops of her feet.
Hazel answered for him. "Why I'm doing that same as you dear; only I'm appealing to another fetish of his." She turned and approached Carmella. "How about I let you see what's happening." Hazel put her shoulder into Carmella and rolled her backwards. Carmella's field of view rose until she had an upside down view of Robert starting at something, mouth agape. His struggle to free himself from the ropes was forgotten.
Hazel came into Carmella's view shortly thereafter. If it had been possible, Carmella's jaw would have dropped. Hazel looked like she had swallowed a volleyball. The band on her skirt pressed deeply into her flesh, its button strained.
Hazel arched her back and the button held on for a few more seconds then popped off her skirt. The zipper below unzipped itself and the heavy material dropped to the ground. The bottom of her tightening blouse didn't cover her panties. They were red, with a black swastika in a white circle on the front and in back. "Oh did I just burst out of my clothes? I'm so embarrassed Robert."
"Stop it!" Carmella cried, suddenly enraged.
Hazel turned and walked up to Carmella's front, trailing the hose. "Afraid of a little competition?" She asked and gave Carmella a belly bump in the face. "What are you going to do to me? You can't even move you bloated cow. All you can do is lay there and grow bigger." With that she turned back to Robert. Her belly had grown to the size of a basketball. Hazel was losing her wasp waist. The inward curve above her hips grew less pronounced as she sashayed over to Robert.
Robert started at Hazel slack jawed as she approached him. She put a hand on each of his shoulders and threw a leg over both of his with some difficulty. "Oh. That was more difficult than I expected," she said. "I guess with all this water in my belly it would be." Hazel leaned forwards, pressing her belly into Robert. "It feels so good to fill up though."
Hazels flesh, cooled by the water inside her, squished against Robert. His erection throbbed against the underside of her belly. It rubbed across her moistening Nazi panties as she shifted on his lap. Hazel leaned back, pushing her bulging belly out. The bottom three buttons of her blouse popped off. They bounced off Robert's chest and clattered to the ground. "Oh, look at that. I'm destroying my clothes," she commented dismissively. "I don't think any of my clothes will fit now. In fact, I may as well just get rid of this blouse all together. Would you like that Robert?"
"Robert! No!" Carmella cried as Robert dumbly nodded. His eyes flicked to her and widened. The little bump that had been the top of her head was now flat. Her facial features had spread apart a couple of more inches
Hazel slipped off Robert's lap. She turned and gave Carmella an evil smile, taking a couple of steps in her direction. "Look at you." She said. "You're getting bigger, but it's me he wants." Hazel grabbed each half of her blouse by the bottom corners as she turned back to face Robert again. She threw her arms wide.
All the remaining buttons on Hazel's blouse flew off in all directions. Under her top, Hazel was not wearing a bra. Her tiny breasts bounced at the violent motion of ripping the blouse off. Her belly button which used to be an innie protruded slightly. She dropped her arms behind her, letting her top slide off them to the ground, then brought them up to cradle her growing belly. Turning to the side, she exposed her profile to both Carmella and Robert. Her belly projected nearly a foot in front of her. From her ribs to her pubis, where her hands were, was just a swelling dome capped with a slightly protruding belly button. Her panties had stretched against the bottom of her belly and were pulling very tight.
"This feels so nice," Hazel groaned.
As Carmella and Robert watched Hazel belly grew larger. Her hands spread apart. The elastic at the top of her panties stretched to its maximum. It was starting to press in on Hazel's skin. The elastics in the leg holes gaped, showing the bottom of her burgeoning belly beneath the red silky fabric. The swastika on the front was distorted, stretched half again as wide as it was tall.
"Robert! Focus," Carmella said sternly, and then begged. "Don't think of her. Think of me. Think of us. We need to get out of here. She's making me even bigger. I can feel it in my feet."
Robert blinked. He shook his head. Carmella was right. He needed to help her. Hazel was so entranced with her growing belly that she didn't notice that she'd lost his attention. Robert renewed his struggle with the ropes binding him.
A snap form Hazel panties a short while later drew his attention briefly. The elastic in the waist band had given way. Her belly had grown around her sides and her back was starting to fill out too. Down below, Hazel's belly grown all the way down her pelvis; it also swollen up above her bottom ribs, pushing up under her small breasts. Her pudgy nipples pointed further to the sides than before as her breasts shifted onto her belly rather than her chest. Hazel raised her hands to grasp them. She squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Robert tore his gaze away from her and continued working on the ropes, but his penis was so hard it hurt. His eyes flicked back to Carmella but that didn't help his penis. Her skin had become completely transparent again.
Hazel had been entirely unprepared for how much pleasure growing would give her. She played with herself for a bit. In her hands, her breasts lost volume as her belly ate it up. She was lost to the world playing with her shrinking and spreading nipples until there was a series of pops and a rip. Her panties tore down the font. The fabric fell loosely to either side, held up by the leg elastics. Her shaven mound was starting to be pushed down and made more prominent by her expanding belly.
Hazel hadn't looked away from her belly in a while. "Look at that Robert," she said, a smile on her lips. "All my clothes are gone. My breasts are nearly gone too. My tummy is so big. Look, it's even starting to become see though." She looked up at him, saw him working at the ropes and staring at Carmella. She frowned. "Tsk tsk Robert. Trying to escape? Do you not want to fuck me like this? You fucked her."
Hazel staggered back to Robert, unaccustomed to the extra 60 pounds she was carrying now, or the turgidity of her skin (it hadn't had time to grow accustomed to her new size). "Oh, it is hard moving like this. Everything feels tight." She stopped in front of Robert. "I need you Robert; right now. I will have you."
Hazels belly was too big to sit on his lap facing him. She awkwardly turned around and backed up over his lap. Robert tried to lean away but there was nothing he could do. His muscles strained against the ropes to no avail. Hazel's puffed up back rubbed against his chest. The hose from the pump pressed against him where it emerged from her bum. Robert's penis didn't listen to his brain. It strained upwards.
Carmella took a determined breath and shouted. "Get away from him you cunt!" Her feet were flapping as much as they could in her fury. Carmella's massive breasts were stating to absorb them, pulling the skin off the tops of her feet and growing down around her heels. She could feel it slowly progressing.
"I don't think so dear," Hazel said with a grin. She lowered herself, sliding down Robert's chest, her eyes locked on Carmella's. She felt the tip of his prick poking her labia. Hazel shifted over and felt it slide in between her increasingly tightening folds before continuing lowing herself onto Roberts lap. Her breathing sped up as she dropped, but she never broke eye contact with Carmella.
Robert closed his eyes, trying not to let Hazel have the satisfaction of making him come. He tried to think about anything except her or Carmella. Hazel rode him with authority, bouncing up and down of his lap, making the chair creak. Still inflating, she said "I feel so tight now. Like a spring, ready to release. Fuck me. Fuck me Robert."
"Robert," Carmela pleaded. "Don't let her win." Even she had to admit though, watching someone else inflate, even someone you hated, was arousing. It was doubly so with her own body pushing past it's limits.
The extra weight in Hazel's gut increased to 65 pounds, then 70. Water started trickling out of her mouth. Her skin grew more transparent as she got closer to her ultimate limit. Carmella could see Robert's dick surging into Hazel's vagina though her skin. Her internal pressure squeezed her vagina to a pink streak a few millimeters wide and forced her uterus down nearly to her lips. When she reached to bottom of her bounce Roberts cock forced it out to a more normal inch wide and bumped up against her cervix, pushing her womb back into her body.
The chair Robert was tied to gave a crack when Hazel bounced. The chair was not meant to withstand the force of a 160 pound man with a 180 pound woman riding him like a horse. On her next bounce the chair split and broke apart. Robert fell to the ground and felt a flare of pain in his forearm, near his wrist. He gasped. A bit of stone jutted from the floor of the cave. It felt like it may have broken one of the bones in his arm, but he could use it to cut the rope.
When the chair broke, Hazel felt her own flair of pain form inside herself. Her belly didn't bounce it was so tight. She felt like she would pop, but she hadn't orgasmed yet. She refused to orgasm before Robert. The pain she had felt was her cervix forcing it way over the head of Robert's penis. Once he had penetrated her womb the pain rapidly faded. It still hurt but it was more of an aching stretch. She looked down through her chest and belly and could faintly see the head of his penis pushing against her top uterine wall.
Carmella winced, or she would have if she could have, when the chair holding Robert and Hazel broke. She heard Robert gasp and her heart fell, thinking that Hazel had succeeded. However, Robert's legs didn't stiffen the way she had observed before when she had made love to him. In fact, he still seemed to be squirming underneath Hazel as she rode him. Hazel bounced a couple of more times on Robert's pelvis before his arm shot out from underneath his back, holding a piece of the chair. He grunted as he swung his arm up with as much force as he could muster.
There was a solid thunk as the wood in his hand made contact with the side of Hazel's head. The shock of the impact travelled up his arm. Hazel abruptly stopped. Her head rolled forwards, her body was unable to slump.
Robert fell back on the ground. "I did it, Carmella," he said. "She didn't win."
"Thank-you Robert," Carmella said thankfully. "That can't have been easy for you."
"It wasn't. It still isn't." Robert pushed Hazel to the side, then rolled with her as her cervix refused to let go of his penis. Hazel thumped to the ground. Her form didn't deform at all against the hard rock. When Robert tried to pull his penis out of Hazels ovoid body her womb prolapsed and came with it, cervix still snugly wrapped around his shaft. He pulled away again and successfully extracted himself from her.
Robert staggered to his feet. Despite the pain in his arm his cock was still raging. "Carmella? Are you okay?" he asked.
"Get the fuck over here and take me," she said. "My feet are fucking gone Robert. You got what you wanted. Now give me what I want."
Robert quickly rounded Carmella as saw that she was correct. The smooth curve of her breast was unbroken by any protrusions save one. Her five toenails and calloused skin were the only indication that she had had feet in the first place. The one protrusion was her cervix. It extended form her body nearly three inches. With her vagina already gone the pressure has continued to push her uterus outside her body. Her breasts were now pulling it open in their rabid desire for more surface area. Being the only place on her body left that was upstretched, it rapidly gave up. Robert could see inside the inch and a half wide hole directly into her womb.
"Holy fuck," he wispered. Carmella couldn't hear him over the sound of water being forced into her body. As Robert watched her cervix opened to two inches, and her anus stretched to 10. He stepped up and inserted his cock into Carmella's womb.
"What the hell?" Carmella moaned. "Are you screwing my womb?" She hadn't even felt him enter her until the head of his cock pressed one her back wall. It felt unexpectedly good.
"Yeah." Robert thrust his hips into her curve. "You have nowhere else I could put it." He thrust a few more times into her rapidly tightening warmth before he blew his load. He stayed there after, rubbing his chest over her clitoris. His ministrations quickly brought around Carmella's own climax, made better by her watching her enemy turning spherical before her eyes.
Robert leaned against Carmella and rested for a minute or two. In that time, Carmella's body reached a new level of roundness. Robert pulled back from Carmella. Her cervix was little more than a round ridge on her otherwise now completely smooth surface. Her uterus had been forced to the surface. Inside out wasn't the word to use. Instead it had opened and flattened, becoming a circle a foot wide in its own right. Even as Robert watched the ridge of her cervix grew smaller and disappeared.
"Robert. Do something." Carmella pleaded. Tears sprang from her eyes, both of pain and relief at having a tremendous orgasm.
Robert leapt into action. He quickly pulled the hoses from Carmella's nipples. Her growth stopped. No water spurted out of her nipples. "Are you alright Car?" Robert asked as he walked around her perimeter.
"I think I'm as full as I can get." She answered truthfully.
"I'll say." Robert agreed from behind her. "You're just a couple of big tits now."
"I don't know if I'd even go that far." Carmella retorted. "I haven't even had nipples for over a week. I'm barely more than a ball."
Robert snorted. "You're right."
Through Carmella's body he saw Hazel lying on the ground. Her torso was just a ball. Her arms and legs hung limply form it, as did her head. "I guess I should stop Hazel's pump too." She hadn't popped, but looked on the verge of it. It was very tempting to let it happen, but Robert couldn't do it.
"I guess not." Carmella agreed.
He sighed and made his way over to Hazel. When he got there he tapped her with his foot. It was like touching a rock. He picked up the hose running deep into her anus and pulled it out.
Robert shut off the pumps. "Now how do we get out of here?" he asked. He glanced at Carmella. "You're far too big for me to move on my own." Robert quietly made his way to the door of the tent and peeked through the edge. The guards were still there and a large amount of mujahideen bearing weapons seemed to be readying themselves for something. The cave was a hive of activity.
Robert sighed. "There's no sneaking out of here right now anyway; too many people." He looked at Carmella. "I think we're fucked."
Carmella snickered. Robert gave her a pained look. Carmella got herself under control. "At least we have each other."
"Yeah," Robert agreed. "We have her too though." He gestured to Hazel's unconscious form.
"You know, seeing her all swollen like that..." Carmella began. "I mean, she took on a lot of water. But I think I beat her."
Robert just looked at Carmella. "Are you serious?"
Carmella would have shrugged if she could. "Yeah, I am."
Robert snorted. "You're competitive."
"Damn straight I am." Carmella retorted. "How do you think I got as far in my career as I did? I was pregnant twice and I still made senior manager."
There was a loud boom. The tent shook. Objects bounced of the ceiling of the tent. There was a flurry of activity outside the tent. Arabic voices raised in alarm. "What the fuck was that?" Carmella asked, alarmed.
"I don't know." Robert replied.
There was a series of rapid cracks. A single voice rose above the noise, shouting orders. A chorus of voices swelled in a wordless cheer.
Robert peeked out the door of the tent. The guards were gone. The mujahideen were streaming towards the entrance of the cave. Robert saw them raising their weapons and heard the crack of gunfire.
Robert opened the tent door the rest of the way. "I think the cave is being attacked. We might not be fucked depending on who's attacking."
There was an explosion near the entrance. Robert flinched. He saw a few soldiers fighting their way in. Bullets whizzed overhead, punching holes in the tent's roof.
"That's a bit close for comfort, Robert." Carmella warned.
More bullets punched through a section of the wall. Robert swore. There was no cover in the tent. "The water! Hold your breath Car!" Robert ran to her and threw all his weight into her. Her inertia was enormous. Slowly Carmella's thousand pound body started to roll. Fortunately she was close to the edge of the water.
There was another explosion and more bullets ripped through the wall. Carmella's face dipped under the water as Robert rolled her. The going got easier as her momentum picked up. A few second later her face emerged from the water. Robert, waist deep in the water put a hand right between her eyes and continued rolling her. She rolled right through the tent wall, the weakened fabric giving way to her mass.
Carmella took a deep breath again as her face neared the water. She was underwater for longer this time. While she was under, Robert switched to her other side and started slowing her down. Carmella came to rest, her face pointing straight up almost level with the surface of the pond. Robert was hunched down beside her.
The fighting intensified and continued for a good half hour. The tent got more perforated and eventually collapsed when a portion of the ceiling of the cave fell on half of it. Robert described what he could see to Carmella. Both were glad to have gotten out of the tent.
The gunfire trailed off eventually. There was a lot of shouting in a language neither Robert nor Carmella understood. Robert made his way to the edge of the pool, keeping low just in case. He was chilled to the bone. Before he got there a uniformed man appeared. He raised his rifle and pointed it at Robert.
"Whoa!" Robert cried and raised his hands. "Whoa. I'm a prisoner. We're prisoners."
"Prisoner?" the man asked.
"Yes." Robert replied.
"Just you?" the man continued.
"No. There's my girlfriend too." Robert explained.
"The girl in the tent?" The man asked, his eyes wide. "What happened to her?"
"No," Robert explained, "she was our captor. My girlfriend is behind me, in the water."
The man looked past Robert and his eyes got wider. He turned and shouted something in his tongue and more men came.
Robert and Carmella anxiously waited for their plane to stop. Robert was clean shaven once again and wearing clean clothes. He looked tired. Carmella was dressed very conservatively. Her face was drawn, cheeks sagging and eyelids drooping. If Robert looked tired, she looked like death warmed over.
After the fighting in the cave and some rapid explanation to the Turkish Land Forces, along with fervent praying to whatever deities were listening, Robert had been able to rig up an adapter for the Nazi pump to allow him to hook a hose up to the intake. In two hours he'd been able to pump most of the water out of Carmella. Her skin had been horribly stretched and dropped off her frame. Her face was literally on her chest; her crotch was half way between her knees and ankles, and her breasts rested on the ground in small piles. There was still some residual water left in her that the pump was unable to get to it.
Over the next couple of days Carmella's skin had tightened up a lot. Everything was almost in its proper place once again. Carmella had been able to express most of the remaining of the water unaided. She had also been able to obtain or fashion garments to keep her still loose flesh in place.
A tight leash had been put on everyone that had participated in the raid on the cave regarding talking about what they had seen. Robert and Carmella had been put in touch with the American Embassy in Ankara shortly after their rescue. Their identities had been verified, with some difficulty for Carmella due to her state, and emergency passports had been made for them. A week after their rescue they were on a flight back home.
Rebecca, Jason, and Dana were waiting for Carmella in the airport. Her children rushed to give her a hug as soon as they saw her. Jason was close behind. Robert had nobody waiting for him.
"Mom, we were worried sick about you." Rebecca cried.
"When you disappeared it was the worst day of my life." Dana cried as well.
Carmella hugged them tight, crying as well. "It's alright girls. I'm back now. I missed you both so much. I couldn't have made it without Robert. You remember him, right?"
"Sure. It's been ages." Rebecca said.
Jason took Roberts hand and shook it. "Thank-you, Robert, for keeping her safe," he said.
Robert smiled. "It was the least I could do." He gave Carmella a glance that spoke volumes. "We've known each other for a long time."
Carmella gave him a tired smile. "I love you all, but we are exhausted. I hope you don't mind if we go home. I am exhausted and want to sleep in my own bed tonight."
"We?" Robert asked. "Is that an invitation?"
"Would you rather go back to your apartment?" Carmella asked.
"Not particularly." Robert replied. He addressed the kids again. "Thank you all for greeting us."<
"We'll, tell you all about what happened soon. There's a lot to tell, too much for right now. You'll never believe what happened." Carmella promised.
She and Robert left the kids there. They had no checked baggage, just the one carry-on containing a prototype high-speed pump. As they neared the doors, Carmella put her hand around Robert's waist. Robert responded by putting his arm around her shoulder. He looked back at the kids, locked eyes with Jason and winked.
Carmella hadn't been really happy since Howard had left. Rebecca looked at her sister whose mouth had dropped open. She looked at Jason who looked back at her with an arched eyebrow. "Did he just...?" he asked, trailing off. A smile came to Rebecca's lips. It was good to see her mom really, truly, happy again.