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Corina

​Gene laid in front of her with blood pooled under him; shot in the side, he had passed out. She didn’t know if he’d make it. He had told her to go on without him. She knew he was right, there was nothing she could do to help him. Corina wanted nothing more than to hide and wait for this bad dream to be over. But I know better. I have to keep going for all of the other slaves they keep here. She continued down the corridor, stepping past bodies of her former captors.

Gene had taken out at least six men before they got him. And now I have no idea who is friend or foe. She passed through the open doorway into the holding cells. She found the control room and began hitting the release buttons. Once they were all pressed she headed down to greet the prisoners. A very tall, chubby woman came from another cell.

“I’m Corina who-“
“What are you doing?” The taller woman snapped.
“I’m here to rescue you.”
She looked to Corina’s burdened belly. “You idiot, you’re going to get us all killed.”
“No, we’re getting out of here now!”
The tall woman went back to her cell. “No, they’re going to kill us or our families if they see us out here.”
“Listen, they don’t have as much sway as you think!”
“You listen! I don’t want to find out how they will hurt me or someone I love if I try to escape. I’ve accepted that I’m never leaving here.” She sat upon the cot attached to the wall in her enclosure.

Corina sighed, turning her view to the shy girl waiting in the doorway of the next cell. “Please, follow me and we can get out of here!” The girl nodded and followed. As they moved to the next area Corina asked the girl’s name.
“I’m Patricia.”
“Good, Patricia, we’ll get out of here.”
“You don’t have to reassure me. I know we’re probably not going to make it, but I am okay with it as long as we’re trying.”
“No, it’s not like that…” Corina decided to heed her words, “Okay, you’re right. We need to be realistic.”
They made their way down more hallways and found a few more dead guards. They turned the corner to see a group of guards and a man in a lab coat. A guard drew his sidearm and fired twice. Corina felt a prick as she turned to run. She saw a dart appear in Patricia’s chest and it took mere moments before they both slumped to the ground and everything faded to black.

Corina drifted back to reality as the man in the lab coat grabbed her cheeks. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!” She blinked, the man’s face coming into focus. “There you are. Have a good nap, 42?”
“Why didn’t you just kill me?”
“Oh, you’re too valuable to kill!” He rubbed her large belly. “Don’t you know why we chose women to carry water when we could have used heat regulated containers?”
“Because you’re sick bastards?” Corina spoke venomously.
“Well, I suppose that’s partly the reason, but no. It would have been difficult to maintain a set temperature for the entire shipping and receiving process. We chose humans, particularly women, because we had such an abundance. We had so many whores working for us and most wanted so badly to please us that they would manipulate their bodies at our whim. It started with just a small amount and over time, each group wanted to ship more and make more money. Their bellies kept swelling with our synthetic water. Now the women are too much of an investment… We can’t just let them walk away.”

“You are a monster!”

“Yes, but you are too.” He stepped back and pulled a lever. A sudden surge of water began forcing its way into her. They had inserted a tube into her backside while she had been asleep. They had secured her in a standing position, unable to fight the flow. She heard a scream, seeing Patricia in a similar predicament beside her, her belly growing slowly as the water surged into her.

“Stop! The valve broke, it’s going into me!” Corina yelped.
“I know. This is punishment!” He smirked. “I can use her, but you’re too damaged. And remember, I can’t let you walk away.” Her belly sagged to her knees at this point. She knew most of her body could handle a large amount of liquid, but her stomach was never meant for this volume. The pain was immeasurable as the flow continued.

“I think you need a little extra punishment.” The man in charge flipped the switch and the flow halted. Patricia’s belly hung to her ankles. She looked like an enormous grape. Shock struck Corina as she looked down to see her own belly was touching the floor. How am I alive? Some must have been going into pouches after all. She hurt all over.

“Looks like you can hold more than we thought.” The man’s cronies undid their straps and helped them to the ground. Patricia rested upon her hands, knees, and belly while Corina was lifted, resting mainly on her gargantuan stomach as well as her hands and feet. Hoses remained in place, leading to their backside. They circled the two girls, undoing their belts and removing their pants. Four guards and their leader in the lab coat.

One man stood in front of her, holding his rod as he pulled her head lower. “If you bite me then I’ll hurt you more than you’ll ever imagine.” She believed him. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to thrust his erect member down her throat. She gagged and sputtered as he moved without regard of her discomfort. Another man walked behind her as he licked his fingers. She felt him spreading her lower lips and prodding for a time before he took them out and replaced them with his larger-than-average cock.

“Man, it’s so tight!”
Two men were kneeling in front of behind Patricia as well. “This one isn’t anything special. Want to switch?” The man behind her joked as he pounded her.
“Screw you, this one is mine!”
“Remember, you can’t cum in that one.” The supposed doctor chided. “You can cum in 42 as often as you’d like, though.”
“Fine, I call second.” The man behind Patricia smiled.
“No way, I’m about to already!” The man that had been using her mouth said as he slid out and moved behind her. He waited as the other one increased his pace.
“Please don’t! I don’t want to get pregnant!” Corina begged.
“There is no need to worry, 42. You’re not going to last that long!”
Corina sobbed as the man behind her grunted, going faster and deeper; she felt the warm substance filling her. Each pulse caused her discomfort. He slid out and after a few seconds, the second man slid in easily. She could hear wet slapping sounds as he used her. It took only a short while longer before he filled her as well. She felt their seed dripping down her thighs.

She saw the men that had been using Patricia walking behind her with hungry eyes. Again, one cock slid out and another one replaced it. This one started cumming as soon as the tip was in. She begged for them to stop, but the final man slid in. He was larger than she had realized. She squeaked as he pressed in to the hilt. She tensed, pulling their mixed seed deeper as he railed her. This man took his time, going as deep as possible before withdrawing for another full thrust. He pumped her for a long time before he unexpectedly began erupting while he was balls deep.

“Ow, ow, it hurts!”
He stayed in place, pushing as much as he could as he filled her. He was breathing heavily. “Ah, the perks of this job.”

She thought she heard something roll on the metal floor. Suddenly there was a loud pop and her vision went white. She was out of it for a long time, hearing yelling and seeing black blobs as her senses returned. She finally was able to see three men standing over a pile of bodies beside her. Lenny’s familiar face looking concerned, “My god! What do I do?”

Corina mumbled, trying to find the words. “Empty us!”

One of Lenny’s men attempted to pull the hose out, but he stopped when Patricia shrieked. “It’s inflated too much!”

Lenny looked at the controls. “There must be a way to deflate it… Hey, here are the controls to empty you!” He pressed a button. More water surged into Corina. She yelled and Lenny pressed it again and again. The flow increased; both hoses shook with pressure. Corina could feel her belly growing again as water filled the bags inside of her. Corina grew, as her friend was getting smaller.

Patricia’s pregnant belly shrank beneath her, her face contorted in a mixture of plain and pleasure.
“She’s emptying into her!” A man said.
“I can’t stop it!” Lenny shouted desperately.
Corina grunted as her belly continued to lift her; she now stood on her tiptoes, her arms no longer came close to touching the ground. Patricia now lay on her stomach, flat upon the floor. She watched Corina with tired eyes. “Sorry.” She said weakly. Lenny looked frustrated as he tried to make sense of the console. His eyes grew as he saw Corina, swollen to inhuman proportions.

There was a knock on the door. The men readied themselves until they heard a familiar voice from outside. Imamu entered the room. He gasped, “My lord, I have never seen such a large amount of retention!” She rested upon her stomach; her tiptoes only barely touched the floor as she shakily rested.
“How do I help them, doctor?” Lenny asked weakly.
Imamu made his way around the console. He pressed a button and Corina could feel water surging out of her backside. Her massive belly deflated visibly, they all watched as the immobile girl regained her normal proportions. It didn’t take long before her stomach was fully emptied; she laid upon the floor as well, drained figuratively and literally.

“You have been through quite an ordeal, Corina.” Imamu smiled, kneeling to see her eye to eye. “Gene will make it. Lots of blood loss, but no vital injury. Dr. Caldwell is working on him.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “We have taken control of the complex!”

Corina tried to tell him how happy she was after hearing the news, but she was far too tired. She passed out on the floor.

It had been a few months since they had captured the facility. After the doctors had patched up Gene, they repaired the valve in Corina. They asked if she wanted the water holders removed, but she wanted to keep it. After the coup, they had opted to keep the facility open. They all agreed that innocent people needed the water or they would die; the scarce commodity generated large revenues as well.

Gene was more ambitious than she had realized; with their new income, he had hired groups to seize the nearby water-farms and put an end to the crime syndicate that had enslaved the girls, most of which decided to continue their work as free women. Corina was in charge of keeping them happy, comfortable, and well paid.

Imamu told her she was pregnant, but she asked him not to mention that to Gene. She knew she’d have to stop soon, but once a week Corina would fill up and accompany one of the other couriers; it helped them feel more comfortable and it also gave some free water to one of their buyers. In truth, however, she enjoyed the full feeling. And she was truly happy knowing that it was by choice. Her life was finally heading in the right direction

#42

​The truck’s breaks squeaked as it backed into position. The bald, plump man waited, grinning like a hungry hyena. “What’s your number, dear?”
She took off her shirt, revealing her number tattooed on her breast. “42.” She could barely notice the alteration Gene had made. She removed her shorts and accepted the roomy undergarments that would soon fit her larger assets. Gene went to get his transfer slip signed at the office. She walked to the rail and waited expectantly for her fill. The man waddled back and readied the transfer hose.

He doesn’t recognize me! It had been a couple of months since she’d seen this man. They just see us by numbers, Gene was right – or maybe it’s my new hair color. Her hair was now a coppery color and it had grown out more, which distracted from her forgettable face. She had also been learning to carry herself in a more confident manner. She knew to stay in line, though; she wasn’t looking to cause a scene.

He brought the hose behind her and inserted it; he was not gentle as he searched for the valve opening in her ass. She breathed heavily and tried to relax as he botched the insertion multiple times. Eventually he found the mark and pulled the lever. The hose quaked as it filled her; her breasts swelled and her belly distended as the man watched with a bulge in his pants. She rolled her eyes as he licked his lips. She tried to ignore the creepy man as she became taught with water. He stopped the pump once she had accepted the normal shipment volume. Her breasts were armfuls and her belly drooped just below her knees.

She waited as he removed the hose and moved behind her. “Shhh. Don’t say a fucking thing.”
“Wait, I…”
“Don’t!” He slapped her ass. She could hear his belt come undone. He licked his hand and used it to moisten her lower lips. He slipped himself in and moaned awkwardly. He lasted for about twenty seconds of pumping before he slid out and unloaded onto her posterior. “Ugh.” He wiped her off and slid her large elastic garments up to cover her. “See I didn’t cum in you.” He rubbed her thigh as he called for Gene. She was so tense; that the leg rub almost let her forget about what had led up to it.

Gene returned to help her off of the platform; without acknowledging her, he helped her into the truck bed. She put her head back and watched the clouds as they drove away. After an hour or so they came to a stop at an old, dusty barn. He jumped out to open the doors before pulling the truck in. He backed up to a small plastic water tank that sat on a trailer.

Gene turned the truck off and came around to greet her. “Sorry, was I rough?”
“No, you were fine. Just get this over with.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He couldn’t figure out what was bothering her.
“Yeah, it’s just… That guy… He did me.”
Gene’s confusion quickly turned to disgust. “I’ll kill him.”
“No, no, I’ll be fine. Once this is over he will get what’s coming to him eventually.”
“God. Are you sure?”
“Yes!” She snapped.
“Okay, sorry. Let’s do this then.”

Gene brought a small hose over and connected it to the tank and then he came to her. She was lying on her side, facing him. He lubricated the hose and slid her stretched panties down; he pressed the nozzle into her and pushed past the valve, deep into her ass. “Before I do this, do you know what this stuff is?”
“No, I don’t care; I’m just here to do my part.”
“Corina, you need to understand what this does!” He wiped a droplet of water from her elastic bottoms. “The water you transport is synthetic, it needs to be body temperature at all times or it goes bad.” He waited for her nod to continue. “And the stuff I’m about to put into you will react with this liquid.”
“It doesn’t matter, just fill me and we can finish this!”
He sighed deeply as he opened the plastic tank behind him; he used a finger to dab the slimy stuff she was about to be filled with. He touched it to his other finger, which held the synthetic water. It quickly doubled in size and turned into a thicker gel. “My point is: you need to be very careful that these two don’t interact inside of you!”

She was much more nervous now. “Won’t it start doing that as soon as it goes in?”
“It only reacts with the synthetic water. The rest of your body is safe.”
She nodded, “I… I will do it. I trust you.”
He smiled weakly. “Okay, this will work, I promise.”
He began pumping the ooze into her. It moved through the tube slowly, pressing farther each time he depressed the plunger on the hand-pump. She didn’t like the sensation one bit. I feel disgusting. I can feel it moving up my intestines. It was a long, slow process that caused increasing pain and pressure. Her insides strained against the water filled bags in her belly and breasts. She struggled to accept more, but finally asked him to stop.

“It’s okay; I think we have enough.”

She was enormous and she felt much heavier than she had before. She strained to keep the gel from leaking out as he removed the hose. After a moment it became easier; he helped her toward the truck. She struggled to walk in this state. Her belly and breasts hung low, swaying heavily with each step. It required immense effort to get her into the truck bed. Sweating heavily and feeling drained, she rested as they drove.

They passed through the checkpoint before pulling in front of her tank. Gene came around and opened the tailgate. “Where’s Lenny today?”
“He is sick. I’m subbing for him. The boss wants to see you in the office while I empty this one.”

Gene agreed, giving Corina a glance before heading to the main office. The man instructed her to lean forward onto the railing as he spread her cheeks and inserted the cold nozzle. He prodded and poked before he found the valve inside of her. She tried to relax and ignore all the things that could go wrong with this plan.
She was roused from her thoughts when she felt him yank the nozzle free. She felt a snap; something broke in her bowels, followed by the strange sensation of flowing water. Oh my god! It’s mixing! It is thickening! “What did you do?!”

“We know what you’re trying to do, you goddamn slave. Lenny and Gene are getting their punishment as we speak.”

Corina was floored. She leaned upon the metal handrail, unable to turn. She felt the water slowly mixing with the goop. She could feel the gel expanding inside of her. She watched as her belly sagged heavily, resting upon the ground. It grew more and more, spreading outward upon the elevated stone slab.

“Hah, you’re not going anywhere. You’re fucked.” The man turned, leaving her to her fate. She heard his footsteps fade as her belly continued to expand around the hot handrail, dangling over the cracked dirt below. Her oversized stomach pressed farther through the metal railing and rested fully upon the ground. Her belly finally ceased its expansion, however now her breasts swelled and sagged around her ungainly stomach. She was stretched larger than she had ever seen a person grow before. She felt pressure building before the hose jerked free, spraying her legs with a stream of cool water.

Feeling ill and achy as the sun beat down, she wondered how her body was able to retain such a large volume of liquid. Her expansion had stopped completely and she could do nothing but lean unsteadily and hope that a miracle would happen. It seemed like an hour had passed when she heard footsteps approaching quickly behind her. God I hope they are here to finally end my suffering.

“My god, you’re huge! What happened?” Corina’s body was inflated to immense proportions. She was engorged – her skin tight and firm. Her belly looked like a massive water balloon with two somewhat smaller water-laden breasts sagging over the top. Her water-weight pressed through the metal railing and flowed to the ground below. He walked beside her, shocked by the scene.
“Gene, is that you?”
“Yeah, are you… okay?”
“No! He broke the valve! I’m ruined! It all mixed, just like you warned me!” She hesitated, “Can you get my clothes off?”
He noticed the elastic bra had slid up, pressing against her chest uncomfortably. He slid it off before searching for her bottoms. They were difficult to remove from beneath gigantic belly. She lifted her legs, one at a time, for him to slide them free. She sighed with some slight relief.

He rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay, you’ll be fine.”
“What happened to you? He told me they knew and you were getting punished!”
He held up a rifle. “They figured out that I was planning to sabotage their tanks. But, I was able to shoot the guy who was going to execute me.”
Corina felt dizzy. “You killed someone?”
Gene was somber. “It’s not the first time. But, once we get out of here we can just disappear.”
“They’ll find us no matter where we go! I can’t move, anyway!”
He thought about their predicament. “I have a plan, wait here.”
She nodded nervously, holding back tears. “It’s not like I can move.” She forced a laugh.

Corina hated waiting, but she had to learned to accept it. She heard a few distant pops, and after some more time dragged by, she heard people approaching.
“I can’t believe this is possible! How are you, miss?”
“Uh, fine, I guess.”
“Can you help her?”
“I can, yes. She has the coagulant in her, yes?” He had a thick accent she couldn’t place.
“Yes, she had been retaining some as well as a full load of synthetic water.”
“Amazing. I shall work with her, you must go and get the others.”
“Corina, you’re in good hands. This is Imamu, he’s with us. We had to resort to plan-B, so I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful, Gene!”
“I will.” He paused, about to say something, but he shook his head and left.

“I’m Corina.” She spoke nervously, unable to turn and greet the man directly.
“I can empty you, Corina.” She could feel his hands upon her cheeks, spreading her for inspection. She felt something cold press into her before releasing more liquid. She cried out, but knew that it needed to be done. “I administered a thinning agent which will break down the gel in your body. For this to have its full effect you must retain the liquid for at least five minutes. You understand, yes?”
“Yes.” She could already feel it turning inside of her, becoming harder to hold.
“I only have three doses on hand, so we must allow it to break down as much as possible with each dose.”

Five minutes seemed like an eternity; each moment it was harder and harder to hold. Her belly gurgled as she gritted her teeth, hoping time would move faster. “Okay, five minutes is over. You-“ She could wait no longer; relaxing, she allowed the eruption of water and goo from her bowels. Imamu stepped back, into her view. Very tall and skinny, the mocha-skinned man frowned; a sheen of sweat covered his nose.  It took time and effort to press the immense amount of liquid from her and she still had a great deal to go.

She stood, finally able to move again. Her belly was barely above the ground now, but she could support the weight… barely. Imamu  walked behind her again, pressing another dose into her. “You must wait twice as long for this. Give it time to work. The last one will get the smaller bits out.” He stood to her side again, waiting.

“Tell me about Gene.” She attempted to distract herself from the discomfort.
“He is a very wise man. Very caring for the girl’s plight. I told him that it was bad for the girls, but we have no way to help you or anyone else. He would not accept that.” He spoke slower than she was used to, pronouncing each syllable. “He had planned to be subtle, tainting their water supply so they would not realize until it was too late. However, that plan failed somehow. He is now trying a more direct approach.”
“Were those gunshots I heard earlier?”
“Yes. We had been planning an uprising for a long while. Gunshots are not so strange here. Sometimes we have to end our courier’s careers if they cause trouble. As you see, however, we don’t care for this policy.” More gunshots were heard in a nearby building. “That may draw their attention. I must prepare so they don’t surprise us.” He pulled out a black pistol from his belt as he scanned the area. “Cover your ears.” He brought the gun up and fired four shots. Two shots came at them. He fired twice more before lowering his pistol. “Got him!”

He gasped. “This is bad.” He worriedly looked to her. “They hit the anticoagulant.” She turned to see a now empty bucket with a enema syringe sitting in it. There was a small hole near the bottom. He pointed, “It is okay. There is more in the main facility, but it will be dangerous.”

Corina regained her senses. “How many people are here?”
“Thirty seven, not including couriers. Well, thirty six now, yes.”
“Okay, how many of those are on our side?”
“Eight including me.”
It seemed like suicide, but she had no choice at this point.
“I know the layout better than the guards; we will need to be quiet… Oh, you may empty now. I will keep watch.”
She relaxed again, allowing herself to empty. “We have to stop this. No one should be forced to endure this sort of torture.” She felt weak and sore as she pressed the thick liquid out. Once she finished she turned to look at the main facility. It was a large warehouse surrounded by many water silos. She looked down and noticed she still looked large and pregnant, but she could move freely now. “Come on. Tell them you stopped me from escaping.” He nodded as he followed her through the sun-baked dirt.

#12

The cement slab was scalding in the afternoon sun. Sweat dripped from her brow as she hefted herself, taking heavy steps as she waddled up the ramp. Her belly sagged, nearly hitting the ground as she shuffled to her destination. She had been riding with her extra mass for three hours. The silver silos glinted in the sunlight, standing around 18 feet tall. A tan, greasy looking man stood next to one. He watched her struggle, but made no offer to help. “Number?”

“My name is-“

He stepped forward, pointing assertively. “I don’t give a shit, I only want your number. Don’t waste my time.”

“I’m number 12.”

“Right, this is your tank right here. Get over here and I’ll hook you up.” She moved closer and turned, resting on metal railing that ran along the platform’s edge. Her sweaty, over inflated breasts stuck to her belly as she leaned forward. The man moved her elastic thong, allowing a gentle breeze to cool her lower region. Over her shoulder she watched him remove a coiled hose from the silo. He brought it behind her, lowering it farther than she could see. She felt something cold slide into her backside and then he flipped a lever behind him; it was a strange sensation as the water flowed out of her and into the tank. “Should take about ten minutes; I’ll be back in a couple to check on you..” He walked down the path to the next silo, ducking out of sight.

She was burning up, but the lessening load made her feel much better. I wish my life was different, but I didn’t have much of a choice. She reminisced, remembering the enemies her father had accrued after her mother had passed. She could still recall that night they had sent a group to their place. “We’re here to end you.” The man in the suit looked like he was a viper waiting to strike. Her father had pleaded to wait, saying he would do anything. That’s when their true intentions showed through. He looked at me and said “I could use her.”

Her father had initially said no, but she knew there was no other way. They wrote a sloppy contract making her a “courier” for the next ten years. She had heard of couriers who transported large volumes of water from city to city. But, she never questioned how. If only I had known.

They took her to a black-market hospital after that. She could barely recall the surgery. They told her they had installed a receptacle in her stomach and two smaller containers in her breasts. They ran a tube to both and put a valve in her rectum; which allowed them to fill her with large quantities of water, keeping it clean and out of her digestive system. They also had given her something in an IV which would allow her skin to expand and contract in large amounts. They turned me into an animal.

The man approached once again, startling her from her thoughts. “You’re almost empty, probably another minute.” She looked down to see her breasts had returned to their modest proportions. Her stomach had a ways to go, still looking like she was pregnant with twins. He rubbed her butt as he watched her deflate. She knew better than to resist. He could very easily make this experience worse for her and she’d be back here within the month. He moved his hand along her back and down to her breasts. He cupped them beneath her dangling, oversized elastic bra and rubbed her nipples.

Her stomach was nearly flat and she could feel the bags shrinking inside of her. She had returned to her original, unattractive self. “I think I’m empty.”

He waited for the machine to make a high pitched hum, signaling there was no more before he stepped back and flipped the lever. He removed the hose, allowing her to stand; her large elastic bottoms fell to the concrete. “You’ll need those, you have a return load. Follow me, 12.”

She was confused; she couldn’t imagine why this storage area would have anything to ship back to Oasis. He brought her past some other tanks, a couple were being used. Eventually he came to a large white silo that stood separate from the rest. He led her to a drainage valve on the bottom and he attached the modestly clean hose to the fitting. He motioned for her to spin. “What is in this tank?”

He bent her forward, allowing her to rest on the railing again as he inserted the hose. “See that city down there? That is Easthaven; this set of water silos stores just enough water to keep that small city supplied for a very short amount of time. We rely on shipments from outside sources or all of those people will die.”

He flipped the lever. The hose jerked and shook, “and this, my dear, is the city’s sewage tank. We decided to send something back with you!” She felt a torrent of chunky liquid flow inside of her. She tried to remove the hose, but he held her hands as it swelled inside her belly. This is disgusting! I’m being filled with shit from thousands of people! She watched her belly expanding; her breasts had already swollen to DD-cups. The filling process always did go faster. With tears in her eyes she pleaded for him to stop, but he ignored her.

She stopped struggling, knowing the damage was already done. He released her and touched the top of her massive belly as he spoke. “You see, those greedy fuckers you work for decided to cut our water supply in half this month. So, this is our response.” He slapped her full, springy belly. “You tell them we found someone else.” He finally flipped the switch, stopping the flow. Her belly rested upon the warm cement and her breasts sagged to the sides. She was larger than she had ever been before. Both her knees were bent as she held the railing, straddling her stomach. It didn’t hurt as much as she had expected, but she felt sick; a large object bounced inside of her as she shifted her weight. He helped her back into her elastic undergarments, which now fit snugly.

“12 is ready for pickup,” he called over the radio.

The truck backed up to the ramp and the driver assisted the other man in supporting her as she walked. Once they arrived she turned and wiggled into the truck bed. They both struggled to push her belly up before closing the tail-gate. The truck bed was lined with a soft, slippery coating that allowed her some small comfort. She laid there, immobile, as the truck rumbled and lurched forward. She cringed every time she felt something bump around inside her. She even felt chunks in her breasts. She cried softly as the hours passed. I can’t believe this is happening.

The truck finally slowed and made a few turns through security gates before coming to a halt. The sun hung low in the sky at this point. They had arrived at Oasis; a criminally run water distribution center. Rows of metal silos were the focal point of the complex. They stopped by the receiving office.

She listened as the driver walked to the back and opened the squeaky tail-gate. He hopped up and stepped over her massive stomach, getting into the proper angle to push her to the edge. He strained, but finally managed to shove her far enough. He hopped down and helped her the rest of the way. She groaned as she tried to stand, using the driver for support. Her belly occasionally drug upon the ground as they skirted along the wall. They walked to the main office. The driver let her go and darted back to his truck. The office door opened as the truck took off.

“Help me.” The over-inflated girl croaked.

“What happened?” The guard asked as he took her arm, calling on the radio for assistance. She didn’t try to explain at first. It took only a few minutes before a guard and a man in a suit came upon the scene.

The man in the suit looked irritated. “What is going on?”

“I don’t know, someone dropped her off here.”

“Why the hell wouldn’t they bring her to a water tank then? She is over-filled too.” He pulled her elastic bra lower and inspected her tattooed number. “Do we have a 12 on the incoming records?”

“Sir, the people from outpost seventeen said they found someone else.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Sir, they were… upset that you cut their water supply. They said they had a new supplier and then they did this to me.” She sniffled.

“Oh well, empty her and we’ll figure out what to do next.” The man in the suit turned to leave.

“Wait, it’s not water!” He hesitated as she continued. “They filled me with… with shit!” Their expressions were a mixture of confusion and disgust. The man contemplated what to do next. “Please, just empty me!”

“Okay, bring her to the latrines. Be careful with her and make sure you sanitize her after.”

“Yes sir.” The guards hefted her around the building, down a small hill, and laid her down next to a trench. It smelled foul. “Lady, you’re fuckin’ huge.” He rolled up his sleeves and knelt behind her. He licked his fingers and she felt him prodding her asshole, searching for the valve. “Damn it, where is it?”

“It should be about two inches inside and to the right.” The other guard watched, resting a hand upon her posterior. She tried not to think about the man exploring her ass as she straddled her enormous midsection.

Without warning she felt something move and a torrent of shit erupted. The men lunged away, avoiding most of the spray. They laughed as they watched the fountain. She wept with embarrassment, feeling her breasts and belly deflating. She soon rested her entire weight upon her hands and knees again. She pressed her belly to get the rest out. She was thankful when it was over.

“Wow, that was something you don’t see every day!”

“Yep, now we gotta clean her out.”

They helped her to stand, marching her up the hill to a special tank beside the main office. It was bright red. She took the usual stance: resting upon the railing. The guard with the rolled sleeves took the hose and pressed it into her. Something feels different. “Man, we gotta tell Dan about this.” The guards flipped the lever as they walked away and the cleaning fluid began to fill her. Why does it feel like… It’s going into my ass! The valve must be broken!

She grunted in pain as the large volume of liquid filled her. “Wait, it’s not going into the containers!” She tried to yell over the hum of the pump, but the men were already too far. She turned to flip the lever, which would certainly get her in trouble, but she had no choice. She took a step and slipped against the lever, yanking it to the highest setting. She continued to the ground, hitting her growing stomach on part of the machine.

She screamed in agony as she lay there. The machine pumped cleaner at its highest speed into her bowels. She felt the liquid churning in her as she lay helplessly growing. An eternity passed before the the men came running. The loud hum stopped as they yanked the lever down. They looked down upon her, horrified. “Holy shit, what happened lady?”

“The valve broke. It’s all in my ass.”

“You took all that is in your ass?”

She noticed her belly looked like she was pregnant with triplets. “Take the hose out, please!”

“Uh, we can’t let it out here.”

She begged, but they didn’t listen. She finally agreed to hold it in until they went back down the hill. She stood and they slid the hose out slowly. She held two fingers in her posterior as she waddled down from the platform. They started down the hill and she made a misstep. Her fingers slid in a little bit and she couldn’t hold it any longer. A spray of liquid shot out, followed by another, as she tried to stop it. “Please, I can’t stop iiiit!” She whined, finally removing her hand as she trotted down the hill, water squirting with each step.

The guards kept their distance as she turned to stand over the trench, emptying herself once again. She grimaced as her stomach tensed, a flow of water blasting behind her.

“That sounds fucking disgusting.”

“Well, guess I’ll go call the doc. You clean her up and bring her to the office.”

Night had fallen. They gave her a blanket while she waited for the doctor to arrive. He inspected her and returned to the office. Outside, she could hear shouting. The man in the suit stormed out; he looked to the guards in turn. “She’s not worth fixing, get rid of her.” She protested, but the man did not care. The guards put her in the truck’s cab and drove away from Oasis. They drove to a remote area before they stopped and pulled her out of the vehicle. They pushed her to her knees.

“We’re supposed to kill you, but we have another idea if you’re interested.”

She turned to her captors, confused. “I don’t want to die. I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“That’s true, but sometimes you just get caught in a bad situation. Help us and we’ll help you.” She agreed and he continued. “We noticed how much water you could hold without the bags and that is perfect for what we need. We are going to bring that whole damned complex down.”

She was scared, “I don’t know if I can help with that. They’ll kill my dad.”

“Not if we do this right. They manipulated your dad – he used to work for the boss! They’ve done it so many times. They put someone in an impossible situation and use their daughters as forced mules. There are hundreds of other girls just like you, being used as fuckin’ water tanks. Don’t you want to help them?”

She nodded bashfully. This is bigger than me; I have to help those girls. I will help however I can.

“Good, we have a doctor just over that hill. My name is Gene.” He helped her back into the truck’s cab. “And that’s Lenny.”

She smiled, for the first time in a long while. “I’m Corina.”