“I went for an older lady first.” The teenager spoke with a smirk. His cool blue eyes lacking any care for the women he assaulted. “She was a little older than my mom, but damn she was pretty. Her bosoms were huge!” He made a gesture showing their size to finish the thought. “You could tell she had a few kids though, because when I took them out they dipped a little low if you get my meaning.”
“Why don’t you just skip ahead and tell me the details, Leonard?”
The boy sprang up in a rage. “Don’t you fucking call me that! My pop called me that! I’m Leo!” He yanked against the handcuff connected to the table, pointing at the detective angrily.
The man kept his cool. “Fine, fine. Just have a seat Leo.”
“We’ll get to her, but you gotta hear about the others first.” He sat down and collected himself before continuing. “So, her name was Florence, and I passed by their place more often than not.” He recounted the events.
The woman looked to him with a warm, caring smile from the porch. Her mouth was tilted slightly, and the sun in her eyes made her squint unappealingly, but her enormous breasts would always draw his view, even though she tried to keep them flat and restrained. Her clothing was normally modest, but today her flowery sundress showed a scandalous amount of leg for a married woman. The boy trotted up the steps to greet her.
“How’s it goin, Mrs. Bennet?”
“It is going well, how are you today, Leo?” She shifted, extending an invitation to sit. “Care for some tea?”
“Nah, thanks, I’m actually wondering if you could lend a hand. My family’s garden hose broke and I was wondering if we could borrow yours.”
“Oh, of course!” The woman was eager to assist. She brought him to the backyard and showed him the coiled hose sitting on the cement slab.
“Do you have a fitting for the end?”
“Oh, it must be in the garage. I wonder why he took that off.” She unlatched the side door and stepped inside, searching for the fitting.
Leo searched as well, but he found something else. He stepped behind her quietly, grabbing her arms, striking like a snake. She screamed, but he quickly covered her mouth, squeezing her tightly, directing her to the center of the two-stall garage. “I don’t really want to hurt you; I just want to fill you up a bit.” He countered her struggling, bringing her to the support beam in the middle. He used the rope he had acquired and bound her wrists behind the thick wooden pillar.
“Why are you doing this, Leonard?”
“My pop calls me that name when I’m being bad.” He looked at her without care.
“Please, I won’t tell a soul if you just let me go. This can be our little secret.”
He smiled as he ran a hand under her dress, along her knee. “Too late to stop now, Mrs. Bennet. Don’t scream or I will be compelled to do something unsavory.” He stepped outside for a spell, returning with the hose in tow. He pushed the door nearly closed and brought the end to her. He attached the brass, twistable nozzle she had searched for prior. “I read that enemas will keep you healthy, so I’m just going to put a little in you and then I’ll be on my way.”
“O-okay.” She spoke nervously, like a frightened animal. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t want to be clean. He withdrew a tube of Vaseline from his pocket and went to his knees. He lifted her dress and pulled her knickers, sliding them to the ground. Sneaking a peek at her dark brown bush, he lubricated the hose and worked it into her posterior. She took it with only slight discomfort.
“You’ve got a mighty fine beaver, Florence. May I call you that?”
“S-sure, Leo. Just be careful down there. Mr. Bennet wouldn’t want you doing anything that would cause me lasting harm.” She spoke uneasily.
He reached forward and turned the inserted nozzle on, nearly to the max. He was annoyed she would mention her husband at a time like this. She let out a scream, shifting in unbecoming ways as he arose and stepped back. “You think I’m a cad that is going to have his way with you? I am attempting to aid you and all you can think of is sex?”
The woman was not listening, focused entirely on the water surging inside her. “Florence!”
“It hurts! This isn’t good for me!”
He slapped her across the face. “You need to be tougher! This will help you! Enemas can help you!”
“Just… Just slow it down!” Her knees buckled and she groaned in agony.
“You gotta keep the pressure high to clean all the shit out.” He flushed with embarrassment at the swear word. “This… this will flush you out.”
He watched her shift and struggle, her stomach growing exponentially. The dress grew tight and soon a small tear formed at the center of the bulge. She wailed, trying to pull the hose out with her foot. Leo slapped her belly, halting her abruptly. “It’s too tight!”
He watched her suffer for a time before he stepped in. He pulled the tear wider. The fabric ripped easily, exposing her trembling, expanding tummy. He decided to continue and opened the ruined dress top to bottom. The woman’s pain lessened, but she was still shifting and groaning. Florence’s belly hung low, appearing heavily pregnant as she leaned against the pillar, losing her will to fight.
He could see between her legs again, and he was aroused, but he tried to repress such sinful ideas. He couldn’t resist seeing what was beneath her brassiere, however. “I better take this off too.” He pulled at the seems, ripping the undergarment away. Her full breasts popped out and hung low. “They’re like udders!” He laughed. “Can I get milk from em?”
Her belly weighed her down, pulling against her bound wrists, her torn dress and bra still upon her shoulders. She leaned forward as the water filled stomach pressed against her thighs. “Sss-stop.” She whispered, her body bathed with a light sheen of sweat.
Leo went to his knees and turned the hose off, leaving it plugged in her ass. He gently rubbed her stomach as she grumbled. She seemed delirious, swaying with half-open eyes. She begged for release, but he explained that she had to retain the water to have a better effect. Sinful thoughts raced through his mind as he saw her privates. “Your beaver is pretty dang wet, Mrs. Bennet.” He leaned over to look into her eyes. “I know it’s wrong, but we could have a fling if you’d like.”
Her eyes widened with understanding and she shook her head lazily. “No, no…”
He was about to touch her down below when he heard a car approach in the driveway. He sprang to his feet and bolted through the side door. He got around the house and paused to watch. Mr. Bennet got out of the automobile and pulled the garage door open. The look on his face was a mixture of confusion and horror as he saw his naked, inflated wife.
Leo smiled, looking to the side. “I remember hearing him crying. I heard the sound of water splashing and I can only imagine how he felt while watching his wife leaking like sieve.” He leveled with the detective. “I never got in trouble and they moved away the following week. I guess it was too shameful to admit.”
“You’re a monster.” The man standing against the wall shook his head with disdain.
“My ma and pop always said a good deep enema would do your body right. I was just trying to help those ladies, but they didn’t understand that. Doesn’t matter none if I got my jollies from their ordeal too.”
He recalled the next girl, Connie. It had been a few months since Florence and he was antsy to help another girl. The slim Irish woman was visiting a Jazz club and partaking of some less than legal moonshine. He wasn’t a man to judge, as he was enjoying some too, watching her from a nearby table. Her lacy blue dress barely covered her knees, so she knew the clientele she was drawing in. Every man that approached, however, she turned away. She told them her beau would come along shortly, but he never showed.
She left at around midnight, and he followed. “Excuse me, ma’am. I don’t mean to intrude, but I saw you sittin’ alone all night and I don’t think that’s right.”
“Oh, it’s none of your business, I believe.” She spoke in a thick accent.
“I just want to make sure no unsavory types accost you on such a fine evening, no need to be ornery.”
“Ornery? You don’t know the half of it!” She smiled. “You best walk on before I show you my bad side.” She flashed a small, palm-sized pistol.
“Well that seems a little forward of you.”
“Says the one who has been eyeing me all night – leave me be and we’ll forget about all this, aye?”
“I backed off.” He paused his tale. “But, I had a good guess of where she was heading. I followed that rich trick downtown and jumped her by a full-service gas station. She didn’t even get the chance to draw that peashooter.”
“Weren’t you worried someone might catch you?”
Leo chuckled. “Course not. No god fearin’ lamb would be out that late and everyone else was partying at the speakeasies! I’m sure some people might have come around, but what are they gonna do?” He shook his head, clearing the thought. “I’d never seen such a place in my life! I tell ya, the automobile is an amazing thing, but they have so many pieces and parts to take care of. Anyhow, I brought her to one of those ECO air service stations…”
“I’m gonna have to try something different tonight, sweetie.” He threw the gun and man-handled her, ripping away her lavish clothing before coiling her in the lengthy air hose. She tried to escape, but she wasn’t a fighter by any means. He weaved it through, so the air could still move freely as it restrained her. “I read water is good for your insides, but lets see what happens with air, what do ya say?” He knelt behind her and wedged the wet tip in so it would stay open.
“You damned pervert! Bet you can’t-“ He pushed the inflator inside and fed the remainder of the hose into her clenched ass.
He got up and moved back to the front. “What? Not so ornery now, huh?”
She seemed to finally understand the gravity of the situation. “I’m sorry, just let me go.”
“Nope, you’re going to inflate like a balloon.”
“I swear I won’t tell anyone.”
“What is your name, honey-pie?” She stared blankly, so he asked a second time with a little added zest.
“Connie is a pretty name. What are you doing at such irreputable places in these late hours?” Leonard clamped the hose before flipping the switch. He let a small amount of air past as he smirked.
“I-I was waiting for someone.” She clenched one side of her face as the air moved inside.
“He normally finds me in there, but tonight he-“ She buckled in agony. “Ugh. Tonight he was absent.”
“You’re a jezebel?” She paused before nodding quickly. “Well, you should be used to this kind of thing then!” He released the pinched section, allowing the airflow to increase. Soon her belly was peeking below the hose around her.
She bucked and screamed, her stomach making lewd groaning noises as air collected in her midsection. He paced around the restrained woman, watching her body grow and pull upon the rubber hose. She snapped angrily once again as her belly rolled around the constricting tube. Her breasts bulged in kind, and her rump was widening as well. Her fat ass enveloped the pole, allowing it to nestle comfortably between her cheeks. The woman struggled, begging as she cramped. “Isn’t there something I can do to get you to stop this?”
“Nah, I think you deserve this – maybe it’ll fix you.”
He could hear the rubber stretching as bulges formed. It wasn’t long before multiple sections popped from the pressure. The humbled ginger slumped, falling to the pavement with the ruined chunk of hose still sticking out of her ass.
“I still recall how that metal nozzle went shooting like a damned rocket!” Leo made an embellished gesture. “That girl sounded like she had been eating beans for a week! She filled like a balloon and emptied like a whoopee cushion!” The boy’s laugh faded as he thought. “So, now I’ll tell you about the last one.”
“Yep… She was the most fun, I’ll tell ya!”
She was one of the prettiest girls, he recalled, growing up only a few houses down on the edge of town. “She had been my teacher and always kept on the sunny side. She was almost perfect, except for one glaring flaw. Her big, blue, bedroom eyes lit up as she saw me that day. She wore a light blue sweater over her knee-length white skirt and contrasting yellow blouse. She even had a blue ribbon in her long black hair and soft black stockings. She was young and ample chested, too.” He closed his eyes and smiled. “Of course all the boys tried to get with her, but she wasn’t having it. She played the part of the innocent woman, but I knew better.”
“She didn’t belong to any man, but she was a ‘family friend.’ A couple of years had gone by since Connie and I was itchin’ bad! She would join us for dinner from time to time and my parents never seemed to notice how she stared at my pa. That day I decided to punish her for her adulterous thoughts.”
He ran up as she was approaching her door. “Miss Coen, you dropped these” He offered her a pair of white lace gloves he had pilfered from his mother’s belongings.
“Uh, thank you, Leo, but I don’t believe those are mine.”
“Oh.” He tried his best to sound sad and pathetic, looking down as he spoke. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.” He turned to leave, but she stopped him as expected.
“You’ve come this far, want to join me for some tea?”
He turned with a big smile. “Sure thing, Miss Coen!”
He suggested they head to the backyard and relish in the tame autumn day. They sat for a time, sipping tea and making conversation. He asked about her parents, but that made her uncharacteristically sad. The conversation wound down soon after and she arose to bid him farewell.
“I actually came for another reason, Daisy.” He stood to meet her.
“I must head indoors…”
“I see how you look at my father.” She looked puzzled by the accusation. “I know you think about fucking him!”
“I-I never thought of any such thing!” She lied. “I only… I only wished I could be their friend!”
He took her arm, easily leading her to the thick metal clothes line pole. He used some cheap rope he bought and bound her wrists tightly together behind the pole. He took the nearby hose from its hook, polishing the nozzle with his shirt and his spit. He wagged it at her before going low and snaking it between her legs. He ripped her undergarments and popped it into her rear. She barely struggled, only letting out a tiny squeak as she trembled with fear. He fed it upwards, noticing how her privates glistened.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this more than you let on.” He grinned as he let her skirt fall back into place. He stepped back to watch her, seeing her entrancing eyes filling with tears.
“Please don’t do this, Leonard. I’ll never say anything.”
He set his jaw in anger as he went to the valve and turned on the flow. The hose leaked around the spigot, but he could see that enough was getting through. Daisy jumped and pulled against her bonds, lifting up and down upon the pole as she desperately tried to escape. She groaned softly as the water blasted inside. Laughing, he turned the water off to let her recover.
“Enjoying your enema, Daisy?”
“Why are you doing this to me? What’s wrong with you?”
“You’re a goddamned hussy like all the others!”
He cranked the handle again, watching her lean forward in pain. Her long hair obscured her face as her stomach complained. He stepped closer to stand her upright. “Let me see your face while you suffer, harlot.”
“I-I’m not… I haven’t had a man…”
“Why do you lie to me? What do you have to gain?”
“Well, I guess you’re gaining weight.” He poked her full belly, which pressed outward against her skirt. She shifted, whimpering as her stomach toiled. He turned the valve again, listening as she huffed.
“I’ve never been with a man and I don’t want your father!”
“Liar!” He spun the valve to the max.
She let out a long gasp, shaking and weak from the sensation. It filled her quickly, causing her belly to visibly swell as she fought against her restraints. Her waistband pulled tight and soon her midsection was pushing above and below the band. She let out quick, labored breaths as the pressure built. The fabric split and sent her destroyed dress and underwear tumbling to a pile around her ankles.
Leo stared in awe as the girl stood bottomless before him, her heavy belly hanging below her blouse. Her black stockings stretching as her legs thickened. He felt his cock rise as he watched her jerking frantically. With every motion her weighted tummy danced for his delight. He circled behind her to stare at her jiggling butt, enjoying her expanding rump as water collected in her body.
Coming back around, he could see her chest was growing, pushing against the yellow cotton shirt. She clenched her teeth as two formed bulges pressed against the cloth, and soon it gave way. Tearing abruptly, her shirt and bra opened for his pleasure. Her hefty breasts bounced as they came to rest, then swinging again as she cramped.
Her stockings ripped in multiple places and bulges of soft flesh peeked through. Her sweater ripped as her shoulders expanded. He reached up and pulled the ruined top away and she gave him a sympathetic look, but he only wanted to see her naked body.
Leo eyed her broad figure as he rubbed his pants. Her once slender frame now inflated to ridiculous proportions. She was fat, but it was all gathered in a very pleasing way. Her thick ass wrapped around the pole, reminding him of his time with Connie. He loved her huge bosoms, which were far more appealing than Florence’s floppy tits. Unable to resist, he turned off the water and started to unbutton his jeans.
“I like your mom!” The expanded girl blurted. “I was trying to see her!”
Leo was stunned. “You’re a gay?”
“That’s why I haven’t slept with…” She couldn’t finish the thought.
“Well, shit, guess I’ll have to fix that then.” He reached in to grab his pecker when she drove her knee up with all her might. Leo stumbled backwards and slid down along the wall, his shoulder hitting the valve, spinning it on again. He curled into a ball as he watched her, unable to function due to the pain induced delirium.
Daisy pulled again and could feel the knot on her bindings coming undone. She screamed as she pulled free and fell forward onto her hands and knees. Her stomach was massive as she moved ahead slowly. Her body was burdened by the copious amount of water she retained as she lumbered through the grass. It took some time before she reached the spigot, hysterically swiping at the valve hanging beside the house. She felt a twinge of pain and nearly fell over, but she regained her balance and turned the hose off. With that, she did topple, right onto her dazed attacker.
“My balls hurt for a good five minutes, but eventually I came beneath that mountain of a woman.” Leo chuckled. “She put her hooters right on my face too. I think she tried to smother me, but she was pretty out of it too. She couldn’t reach the hose in her butt to unplug herself, so we laid there for around an hour before someone noticed us.”
“Anything else you want to add, Leonard.”
“Yeah.” He narrowed his eyes. “Those are just the ones I want you to know about. Who knows how many haven’t said a word.” He leaned back with assurance. “Reputation and all. Hell, your wife might’ve been one of those whores I filled up.” Leo laughed as the detective stormed through the door and met someone in the hall. He could see through the window as the man’s expression soured. The other man put a hand on his shoulder before they left.