This is an adaptation of the hitman scene from Naked Gun 2. Ive always thought that scene would look cooler if it were 2 girls fighting and one getting blown up instead. Enjoy!
Francis knew there was someone in her apartment the minute she walked in. As a police investigator she was quick to pick up on details, and there were things in her place that were not in the right place. She pulled her gun out and proceeded on in cautiously, heading for the kitchen first. She checked the room, and finding no one there went on through to the back bedroom. She began to push the door open slowly with her foot, only to have it violently flung back at her, knocking her gun from her hand as well as hitting her forehead. Francis was momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack as she stumbled back a bit, but the sight of a silencer followed closely by the attached gun brought her around quickly. Seeing only the gun and an arm, she lunged forward, grabbed the arm, and pulled as hard as she could. The woman didn't act fast enough and in short order Francis had her disarmed and in an arm bar.
"Not a bright idea breaking into a police officer's place...who are you and who sent you?" Francis virtually growled as she noted the woman's jet black straight hair, black vinyl pants, black turtle neck and maroon sport jacket, and black gloves.
"You can call me Denise, and as for who sent me, you've made allot of enemies Investigator Francis Drebbin, you figure it out." she said calmly as Francis held her painfully at a safe distance.
Now that Francis had the woman at a disadvantage she wasn't quite sure what to do, her handcuffs were on the floor in the hallway so she had no way of securing her perpetrator. "Move." Francis stated as she began, painfully, directing Denise out into the hallway. "Now pick up the cuffs on the floor slowly, and don't try anything or I'll break your arm."
Denise leaned over further and with her free hand snagged the cuffs off of the floor. She straightened up as much as she could, then held the cuffs out for the investigator to take. Francis reached out to get the cuffs, involuntarily relaxing the pressure on Denise's arm....who took the opportunity to spin in a crouch out her grasp, and leg sweep Francis, knocking her to the floor. Denise ran for the apartment door, she would escape now and finish the job another time. Francis recovered quickly, rolling to her feet and dashing after the culprit.
Just as the would-be assassin passed the right hand wall mounted fire hose in the apartment's outer hallway, Francis lunged in attempt to tackle her. The investigator fell a bit short, and managed only to grapple Denise's legs who tripped and managed to get her arms in front of her face before she broke her nose. Denise rolled over and brought her knee up to her chest to aim a kick at Francis' face. Francis saw it coming and rolled to the left, and began getting to her feet. Seeing her mark still on her knees, Denise did a gymnastic flip, coming to her feet much quicker and putting her right next to Francis' side. She reached down and put her arm around the woman's neck, and began strangling Francis.
Francis acted on reflex to save her life, and jabbed Denise three times in the stomach which had no apparent effect, she then aimed her next blow at the black haired woman's inner thigh. Denise gave a stifled shriek of pain, releasing her victim and stumbling back against the opposite wall. Francis aimed several quick jabs at her opponent's torso, the two traded punches for a few seconds, circling as they did so. As Francis had her back to the fire hose in the wall, Denise suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Francis around the throat with intent to maim.
Francis felt the other woman's nails digging into her skin, and as her vision went blurry from tears in her eyes, her flailing left hand found the handle of the fire hose compartment. Too angry and intent on the kill, Denise didn't notice what her victim was up to. Francis put all her effort into getting the small door open, and grabbing the large heavy nozzle of the fire hose. Her fingers found the cold metal, she grabbed it, brought it up against her stomach and shoved upwards as hard as she could. She had meant to at least knock out or stun the other woman, and figured that she might even break her jaw, the nozzle being metal and all. What happened instead was quite unexpected.
Denise had looked down just in time to see the nozzle coming at her face, and had opened her mouth wide in surprise...and so the nozzle had jammed into her mouth, chipping a couple teeth as it went in. Denise let go of Francis and began yanking at the hose as she stumbled about a bit. Francis slumped against the wall, her throat raw and breathe wheezy as she gasped for air. She paid no attention to Denise, and as she made her way leaning against the wall to her apartment, she unwittingly grabbed the hoses water shunt handle for support when her knees tried to give out on her. Francis blinked a bit at the handle she was holding onto, as if trying to figure out what is was doing there.
Denise's eyes went wide as she saw the hose begin to unravel from its compartment, pressure the flat hose round out as water gushed down its length. The black clad assassin began pulling with all her might on the metal nozzle in her mouth as she watched the round vs. flat section of hose rapidly approach her end of the hose! A bit water sprayed from the fitting in the wall, bringing Francis about some, and it took her only a few moments to realize the impact of what she had inadvertently done. She spun, weaving on unsteady legs a bit, and looked at Denise just as the water reached her.
Denise's hands were flung from the hose as it suddenly bulged with water, the pressure of the hose pinned her against the wall. Francis reached for the valve handle and quickly wrenched it to the off position...the cheap pot metal handle which was probably made and installed around the 1930's simply snapped off in her hand. Francis stared in horror at the handle for a second then rushed over to Denise, grabbed the hose, and began tugging on it to save the woman who she expected would drown in moments with so much water gushing into her mouth. Denise had reached the same conclusion as well, that she would drown, but what happened next surprised them both.
Denise had started swallowing as fast as she could as soon as the water rushed into her mouth. Denise had expected her stomach to feel very full by now, as the fire hose was probably putting out about 5 gallons per second. What she felt instead was her vinyl pants getting tighter around her calves, thighs, hips, crotch, and buttocks. This tightness grew with each passing second, and Denise quickly realized what was happening...her body was filling up like some kind of human water balloon! The swelling began moving upwards, Denise felt her waist and belly bugle, followed by her already ample bosom.
As Denise began pointing at herself and mumbling around the hose in her mouth, Francis let go of the hose for a second and said "What? I have to get the hose out or you'll dr..." she stopped and looked at the woman's body...she had to shake her head to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but nothing changed. The woman in front of her was actually growing before her eyes! Denise's hourglass figure was expanding, the curves of her well formed body expanding as the water poured into her. The vinyl pants were making quiet creaks and moans as they stretched along with their occupant...the studded belts clasp looked strained as it held back her swelling waist line and stomach...one of the sports coats buttons suddenly gave a creak and burst through the threads holding it, pinging off the glass door of the fire hose compartment. Francis stood there gaping at the woman in front of her for several seconds, only able to watch as Denise filled out in every direction. Denise pointed frantically at the wall compartment, Francis knew what she meant, she reached down, picked up the broken handle, and showed it to her. Denise tried to shout and scream around the nozzle just as the second and last button of her jacket popped off, but it only came out as a series of moan.
After that minute or so of just standing there, Francis backed away from the incredibly bloated Denise and jumped as the belt suddenly broke with a loud crack. Denise began pulling on the hose again, but this didn't last long as the water began to fill her arms now, forcing them out to her sides. Denise's buns were pushing her towards the opposite wall and each of her butt cheeks was easily the size of a basket ball, her hips were rounding out to near 5 feet wide, her thighs and calves were now proportionate to her huge blimped ass also. Her vinyl pants could only stretch so far, busting at the seams in various places, and Francis noticed that the flesh showing through was just as shiny as the pants. Denise's upper body was faring no better, her breasts were bloated to the size of beach balls, her torso had become a huge dome, sticking out 5 feet in front of her, and had untucked the turtleneck shirt from her pants. This allowed a 2 foot strip of her enormous swollen stomach to show, and the skin there was had also taken on a rubbery shine.
Francis now had her back to her own apartment door only 20 feet away, watching as Denise steadily swelled bigger and bigger and bigger! "How much bigger could she possibly get?" Francis wondered "The water pressure has got to make that hose pop out of her sometime! That or..." Francis' mouth dropped open "Oh my god!" she murmured.
Just then, Francis' neighbor at the other end of the hall open her door, she had apparently been in the tub as she was soaking wet and had suds dripping from her in a few places...that and she only had a towel on. "Hey! What's going on with the water! I'm trying to..." She stopped as she saw the massive blimp of Denise, who's belly was now touching the opposite wall. The newcomer gawked as she witnessed the remnants of Denise's pants burst off her inflating ass and thighs with several loud short creaks.
Denise felt her butt, boobs, and belly pressing against the walls as she still continued to expand with the relentless flow of water. She could hear the seams of the turtle neck begin splitting and tearing as it too had reached it's limits. "Oh god! I can feel the pressure in me building...this has got to stop!" Denise felt the hose in her mouth shift a bit, and her eyes lit up with relief "Yes! The pressure inside me is so great that the hose is ready to pop out!" Her relief was short lived though, as she nozzle moved outwards only a quarter of an inch, but stopped there as it pressed against her massive tits which were expanding back towards her face now that the couldn't go forward anymore. "NO! NONONO! OH MY GOD! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Denise felt her skin growing rapidly tighter, as she reached maximum capacity.
Francis reached was about to head into her apartment and call the fire department to shut off the water, when she stopped and stood stock still...listening. She slowly looked back at woman water balloon filling the hallway, "That sound...it's like..."
"Hey what sounds like stretching rubber?" Her neighbor asked out loud from the other side of Denise.
"Holy shit...she really is going to burst!" Francis thought "Get back inside Laura! She's gonna' blow!" she yelled to be heard over the gush of water and creaking of Denise's body. Francis locked her wide eyes on the still swelling Denise, as she clawed at her door knob.
When Denise heard Francis' words her eyes went even wider then before. "OHMYGOD! I'm really going to explode! BURST!...POP LIKE A WATER BALLOON!" A door to her left slammed shut as Denise began moaning loudly as she felt her skins stretching come to a halt...but the water was still entering her, adding to the already incredible pressure inside her overfilled body. The last of the turtleneck's seams burst as a low ominous groan filled the hallway...Denise heard Francis' door slam shut. "OoOoOHhH! This is it...can't...take anymore..." Denise's eyes went wide as her body suddenly swelled at least a foot in all directions, she let out one loud short moan, then with a rubbery creak her body burst apart soaking the entire hallway and leaving several inches of standing water behind.
Francis slowly stuck her head out her door, expecting to see a horror scene from the movies. But the only thing that remained of Denise was her shredded clothes, a pair of boots, and a still gushing fire hose. "Chief is going to just love my report on this..." she muttered as she went back inside to phone the office.