Fort, The (from the world of Vara)

Hands tied behind him, the male prisoner could only wonder what fate had in store for him. Trying to escape the besieged fort, the Amazons had captured him without killing him out of hand. Taking him a little farther away from their camp, they shoved him into cave with a small set of mining cart tracks leading into it.

"Lucky thing for us we found this old mine that happens to run under the hill your fort is sited on. Not so lucky for your friends...or you," said a woman, clad head to toe in a black latex bodysuit, gorgeously proportioned with big blue-green eyes looking him over in anticipation. For some reason, she has brought a along a dozen five-gallon tubs of some liquid, bearing an expectant smirk on her face.

Looking around, his eyes rapidly moved side to side as he took in the situation. Although he was happy that his captors had thus far spared him, the many tales that were whispered about them and their love for unusual methods of torture ensured that his demeanor was less that perfectly composed. Tugging at at his restraints, the rope budged slightly but nowhere near enough for him to begin even thinking about slipping from their grip, he tugged again as his gaze meets that of his captor, those eyes of hers both captivating and unsettling as she gazes over her latest catch.

"Just what do you want with me? There's no way that your forces can breach the Fort, if you let me go I might be able to put in a good word and have this confrontation resolved peacefully". He tried to maintain his composure as he talked and meet his captors gaze as he proposed his offer, but despite his best efforts he was unable to refrain from trembling slightly as his mind reels from the thought of just what these women might have planned for him. At swordpoint, they forced him to a suit of shining black latex and then made him wait.

"Executioner," one curious Amazon said, "why the suit?"

"The rebels keep sending gunpowder bombs at us, I happen to like this as a bit of foreshadowing for him."

"Oh."

Sneering at his pitiful offer to negotiate, the Amazons quickly connected a hose to his mouth. Openly laughing at his predicament, they immediately start pumping a liquid into him, joking as it forced its way down his throat, the thick liquid settling into his belly, forcing it to slowly dome out. To the chants of other Amazons shouting "down, down, down, down," his gut gradually pushed itself out as it starts to fill out his suit, stretching itself into a small dome. Without asking for his permission, other Amazons sneaked up on him and started rubbing his belly, alternately slapping it while others either kissed it or pretend to play the drums on him.

His poor body quite visibly straining as the strange and somewhat delicious fluid is pumped into him, he was unable to stifle a small groan. The latex around his gut was becoming less loose around his growing gut as it inched out in time with his captors pumps, the small dome of a belly audibly sloshing as it grew and grew, rapidly going from a paunch to a full blown Beer Gut.

As the other Amazons kissed, slapped and played with his belly, the sloshing ball that was once a man let out a low gurgle as its liquid filling was bounced around. What the hells are these women doing? he thought as he squirmed slightly in his restraints, trying to maneuver his swelling middle away from their grasp, but all he managed to do is intensify the gurgling and discomfort more. Muffled protests came as best as he could but the Amazons continued to play and fondle with his belly, uncaring for his plight as his gurgling Beer Belly swelled outwards looking like a black Yoga Ball. The latex hugged tightly around his middle and glistened in the moonlight, barely audible creaks and squeaks coming from the shiny material.

The Queen's Executioner (what is a woman all dressed in black latex?) said, "You've been given a very special chance, a chance to experience the Queen's Mercy." Seeing his belly starting to properly dome out now, she says, "This old mining track leads directly under this hill to just beneath the fort his compatriots are holding. Now, much as we'd like to take them all prisoner and execute them, we found a simpler way to solve our problems."

Pressing against his entire body, she briefly took the hose out of his mouth and kissed him, lingering on his lips, briefly savoring the taste of the serum they're pumping into him before replacing the hose.

"How are you feeling there, big boy? Feeling a little FULL of yourself, now, are you?" she mocks. To the other women she said, "Be sure to have your hearing protection for when we return him."

As the hose was placed back in his mouth he tried to shake his head to dislodge it but realized quickly that it's not going anywhere without the Amazons help. He pondered for a moment just what they're planning as she mentions returning him, but he's quickly snapped out of his thoughts as his gut continues its steady march outwards, the shiny and rubber clad ball bulging out sideways as well, forcing his restrained arms into an uncomfortable upwards position as it pressed outwards now, eating up more and more space. The shiny sphere creaked and gurgled like a balloon on faucet as he squirmed in place, it's pendulous mass swinging the opposite direction to his struggles.

He tried to muffle out a protest again, but only manage to let out a strained gurgle as he was pumped up more and more by his athletic captors, their mocking giggling and the groaning of his own belly were the only sounds that he heard.

Looking him over, the Executioner licked her lips lasciviously as his body's limbs started to swell into immobility. "Well now, I'd say off-hand like that your chance for glory from serving the Queen is coming along just fine." Running her hands all over him, she murmured, "Normally, I'd paint a large bulls-eye on that sweet, fat belly of yours in preparation for what comes afterwards, but business before pleasure, I always say. Lucky for me, I get to mix both today."

Tracing concentric circles on his belly, she knelt down to slowly kiss every inch of his turgid gut, pushing her face into it quite firmly. As she ran her tongue over him, she traced a longitudinal line starting at his chest and ending in his navel, stopping just long enough to apply serious suction to it, ending with a nibble as his navel turned into an 'outie.' Moaning to herself, she then furiously attacked his body, pumping serum into him with a wild abandon.

Limbs thickening and stiffening, their latex coating squeaked and emitted rubbery creaks as it was pulled taut against his swelling appendages. He tried to squirm or move his limbs, but only managed to make more rubbery squeaks as they stiffened and swelled, looking quite stubby on his swollen balloon of a middle. As his captor ran her fingers along his swollen body, he couldn't help but let out a groan as her fingers send sparks of pleasure through his swelling form. He let out a series of squeaks as he squirmed as she goes to work, tracing along his balloon belly and planting kisses all over the latex that at this point looked almost painted on. She shoved her head firmly into his tightening and ever expanding middle his body lets out a long rubbery creak followed by audible gurgles from his bloated belly, as if willing ihim to become larger, huger...vulnerable.

As she licked along his belly down towards his navel, he cpuldn't help but moan. Said moan was quite audibly heard by his entertained captors, a few giggles escaping from the Amazon crowd as they cheered him on.

"Bigger!"

"Rounder"

"Arm that rebel Bomb of a Belly!"

Heedless of the Amazon cries, he let out a long sustained moan as best he could around the torrent of serum being forced into him, his now balloon of a middle visibly shaking and wobbling as he failed utterly to hide his pleasure. His body starts to surge outwards in large spurts as his Amazon captor holds nothing back and pumped for all she could, his ballooned middle swallowing up more of his already stubby and swollen limbs as he got rounder and rounder. Each pump making his tightening middle gurgle and creak, keeping rhythm with her pumps. Arms and legs now filling up, he winced at the mental picture he conjured up, even as he shamefully welcomed even more. He now deliberately tried to squirm or wiggle his limbs as his arousal built, the latex covering him acting almost like a second skin and his internal pressure causing even the slightest touch or sensation to send waves of pleasure through him.

Looking over at her commander, the Executioner says, "Stage one is nearing completion, ma'am. Hey, Belly Boy, do me a favor? I need to see just what type of range of motion him have. I need to see if he can reach juuuust about here."

Applying a pale pink lipstick to her lips, she puckered up and delivered a deep, longing kiss to his navel, her tongue desperately probing into him through the suit. Pushing her face deep into his belly again, she then had another Amazon continue pumping into him while she gently reaches around and started stroking his backside, looking for his nether opening back there. "Sorry about the kink, honey, we're just making sure that him'll be fully able to achieve his full pardon from the Queen when the time comes. Besides, it's part of the Ritual. Ah, there it is."

Gallon after gallon of serum was forced down his throat even as he felt a sudden brief invasion of his, er, backside. Chuckling to herself, she waved over another Amazon carrying a rather large firework with an expectant look upon her face.

"Not yet," she says. "Stage two of the Ritual hasn't been completed yet."

"You have to admit," says the other Amazon, "He certainly looks the part for the role he has to play. Don't him think you're overdoing it?" she asks with a look of concern on her face.

"Nah, I've done this before. He's going to help us end this revolt in one grand gesture...isn't that right, Bomb Boy?" she says, pressing her face into his swollen, bloated gut as it jutted forth, even as his limbs continued to swell into uselessness.

As his captor stroked his growing sides and pressed her tongue into his navel, he couldn't help but let out another moan. His ability to hide just how much he was beginning to enjoy his predicament is crumbling rapidly as the the lithe and sexy Amazons had their fun, each poke, stroke or lick on his taut body causing more groans to come from his stuffed mouth.

His eyes look around in shock as he felt his captor probe his rear, a small grunt left his mouth as he squirmed uselessly. Although at this point his range of movement is severely limited and all that he managed to do was slosh and wobble on the spot slightly as his bulging middle continued to consume more of his extremities, his appearance almost starting to resemble some sort of cartoon latex bomb.

He then noticed the Firework being carried by one of the Amazons and it began to dawn on him that the Amazon idea of mercy might be somewhat lacking. However before he can even attempt to protest, he felt his captor press her face into his gut yet again, causing his internal pressure to rise, his rubbery sides creak and groan as he groaned with them. Despite his peril the various sensations coursing through him sent his mind reeling as pleasure began to replace fear in his mind.

Looking him over, the Executioner licked her lips and saids, "Looks like he's just about ready for Stage Two." Forcing him into the small mining car, she laughed at the display he made, his heavy blimp of a body bulging over the sides of the small cart and making him look ridiculous as he gently wobbled side to side as the sloshing Serum refuses to settle for a few moments.He realized what he looked like as all the serum in him splayed his limbs out to the sides even as his gut pushed out. She climbed atop him with a vulpin smile and said, "Here's the start of stage two! " Without any waiting she turns, planted her bubble ass in his face, punched his nose shut, and ripped an ladylike fart, straight into his mouth! Worse yet, he heard a deadly hissing start to come from within him!

"Catalyst as commenced," she cried out, accompanied by the sounds of taut and overtaxed latex creaking.

The numerous sensations flowing through his body also mean that he didn't notice that round Amazon rear approaching his face until it was firmly planted. There's a brief moment of resistance, but once he felt the flow of gas leaving her and notice his growth continuing again he practically gulped down her wind, almost eager to grow more at this point,the intense pressure and the pleasurable sensations it brings dulling any other thought but the prospect of more pleasure. Even as he heard a growing hissing noise coming from his belly and felt himself continue to grow, all he could do was moan as his internal pressure rose and his round body creaked and squeaked like a balloon on an Air Hose.

"Mmmph...more" hegroaned, his voice sounding almost drunk as he expanded in front of his captors.

"Look at him, ladies!" she cried as she squatted on his face. "All that serum has made gain vast amounts of weight, his limbs are all fat and swollen...congratulations, Belly Boy!" Ripping another unladylike fart into his mouth, the Amazons heard the hissing grow even louder, the pressure doubling inside him!

"The magic serum itself already caused him to put on weight in rapid fashion. Powers granted to me cause the serum to do two things when the catalyst of the the farts delivered by this sweet ass of mine..." she pauses to grind said bubble-butt into his face, "First, it makes all the fat inside explosively unstable, pound by pound, slowly but surely. I imagine he's only got about three minutes left as a rational human being."

"What's the second thing," a curious Amazon asked.

"The fat that hasn't be made unstable converts into hydrogen gas. He can't burp it out, so there's only one exit for it all. Nessa, if him cold do the honors?"

"With pleasure." A statuesque brunette Amazon walked up to him. Holding up a silver-painted firework with an inquisitive glance and smile, she strapped it about her hips, greases it heavily and walks behind him, out of his vision. Even as the pressure inside him increased, yet a third deadly fart from the Executioner entered his mouth to immediately find its way into his protruding gut, filtering with deadly effect throughout his body!

Which is just as well, considering that he felt a parting of his nether regions to feel something force its way into his body! He let out a long muffled grunt as Nessa slid the Firework into his ass. A peal of laughter came from behind him just before Nessa forced its entire length into him and walked out from behind him, hips suggestively swaying as she eyed him.

Even as fart after fart was forced down his throat, his body continued to gurgle and hiss as it visibly bulged outwards. Squeaks and groans coming from his belly as his middle became tauter and rounder, the mix of serum and his captors flatulence mixing into a volatile and dangerous mix. However at this point he was practically drunk on his expansion and almost gulping down the gas being forced into him, eager to expand and grow even more. A small voice in the back of his head tries to protest or to snap him out of it, but the intense pressure and pleasure that he experienced drowned out that small protest, forcing him to expand and grow, casting a shadow over the assembled Amazons as he started to resemble a cartoon bomb with stubby limbs.

He gritted his teeth briefly, but only found another intense fart forcing its way into his mouth and causing his cheeks to bulge outwards. Most of the creases in his latex outfit begin to smooth out and flatten as his expanding form pulled the latex tight like a second skin, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination as the Hydrogen being created inside him pushed its way into every nook and cranny, blowing him up a like a balloon on a hose.

To his shame, he tried to beg for more, but before he can even verbalize the first word another ripe fart pushes itself into his mouth and down his throat, causing another spurt of growth. his entire world is now nothing more than a pair of latex clad orbs rubbing and grinding on his face as fart after fart is forced into him and the accompanying feeling of mounting and maddening pressure, as he began to clench his hands and feet as his growth starts to ever so slightly slow as his limit starts to approach.

Groaning to herself, she started to relentlessly press her face into his turgid protruding gut, harder and harder, reveling in the firm resistance his body is returning to her face. She chants something under her breath and floats briefly, painting a small bull's-eye on his tummy. Giving him a wink, she says, "A very personal last kiss." Sashaying her hips to either side, she flies behind him and playfully alternates between working the firework inside and rubbing her perfect bubble ass on his face, causing him to ever-so-slightly increase in pressure, if not in volume, causing him to pulsate even more! Even she can see the vibrations his entire body is starting to make, her perfect face hidden behind her mask as she sexually tortured him.

As he pulsated and wobbled in front of the Amazons assembled around him, he tried to form a coherent thought in his head. But the ever building pressure and the pulsations running through him drove every inch of his body mad, making it nearly impossible to properly focus on his quite perilous situation or the ultimatum that has been given to him.

For a long pregnant pause, all he manage to do is groan, the creaking coming from his Latex clad form making me sound like a literal balloon, albeit a very unstable and explosive one. As he felt his captor's face press firmly into his gut displacing more air and causing his form to bulge outwards slightly, his groaning intensified, becoming audible over the sounds of his overtaxed body. For a moment it seems like he might burst then and there, the rubbery squeaks and pulsations emitting from his body becoming incredibly intense and rapid.

Then he felt her working the Firework in his rear! To his horror and shame, all he could do was grunt and groan as it displaced more air, terrifying pressure ramping up the feelings of overstrain and tightness inside me, every time he's about to nearly get a word out her skilled hands cause another spike of internal pressure which sends the thought tumbling to the back of his mind. Every time he tried to regain some composure he then sees that round and shiny ass plant itself firmly on his face, without even thinking his mouth opens to accommodate more of her gas, but none comes.

Instead he heard her hauntingly beautiful voice laughing at him, mocking him as she used that round rear to torture him further. As she alternates between her methods of torture, by his third attempt he finally managed to gasp something out just before her ass planted itself on his face again.

"Mmmph...mo-more gasph!" He yelled as best he could, before getting drunk on his own expansion again and he's buried under that round ass again.

Laughing at his feeble words of "no more," the Amazons started poking and prodding him, as if to see just how close his body is to reaching its limits. Clearly enjoying the creaking and groaning sounds emanating from his bloated form as well as sneering at his verbal protests, Latex Lady says, "Time we started to put this plan of ours into action...and administer the Queen's Grace to him and his entire army."

Chuckling under her breath, she makes certain the lethal explosive placed inside him is in order. She murmurs a few words under her breath and without warning, any and all discomfort him feel from the firework immediately disappears to be replaced by a strange feeling of...normalcy, though the sensation of helpless bloating is still with him...and getting stronger, even as it is clear him he has stopped growing...and was now pulsating.

"THAT, my lovely little Bomb-Boy, was a little something to help you deal with what's coming next. The firework is now PART of your body, merged into it so you cannot possibly expel it. Given the pulsations and vibrations coming from your body, it's obvious you have only a few moments left, but don't worry. I guarantee, you will not burst from over-inflation."

Climbing atop him one last time and said, "I've been saving this one for last. When your body reaches terminal internal pressure, it will set off the fail-safe switch in the firework, igniting it and sending you into the fort's magazine...and to your final rendezvous with the Afterlife. Say 'Ah,' Bomb-Boy."

Exuding her own lethal eroticism, she placed her curvy bubble butt over his face.

With terrible finality, he felt her descend onto his unresisting mouth as she pinched his nose shut one final time... and sends a ten-second long blast into his pneumatic-charged form.

In extremis, the male mage prisoner let out a series of muffled grunts and groans as his tormentors poked and prodded his taut form. He tried to flap or wiggle his extremities to shoo away the attention but at this point even the smallest movements are beyond him, each poke feeling like it could pop him as the insane pressure left him visibly pulsating as his form tries to hold itself together.

"Mmmmph...go-gonna POP!"

He groaned as the poking came to a halt and felt something change around his rear, or at this point, his southern hemisphere. The danger only dawned on him as he saw that round ass descend on his face again. Shuddering with a terrifying mix of fear and arousal, he knew what was coming but still couldn't find the willpower to resist, even though he felt as if he could blow at any moment.

Then that long sustained fart flowed into him, his body groaning and begging for no more even as he greedily gulped down her wind, eager for more. The taut latex around his face bulged up around his chin, threatening to engulf him fully as he begin to pulsate like mad, his body looking like a cartoon bomb. He let out a strained grunt as her ass parted from his face and not a moment afterwards heard something like a hissing noise and feel an almost faint warmth around his rear as a few Amazon's back off suddenly.

With a fatal WHOOOOSH, the firework ignited, starting him down the tracks to his final destination! Pressure mounting drastically inside him still, the firework gave absolutely NO relief to him as he caromed down the rails, rapidly approaching the tunnel. Laughing maniacally, his Executioner in rubber flashed her tits into his face one final time. She leaned over to whisper seductively in his ear:

"Wow, you're pretty big there, Belly-Boy. You're almost scraping the tunnel walls, I was afraid him wouldn't fit in here. To be honest, I didn't know just how much you could hold. It's just as well we're parting like this, my Bomb-Belly Boy. I'd stay around and get a close-up view of the festivities," she says as the two of them approached the tunnel entrance, "but I have a magic shield to put up for my friends back there. Say 'hi' to the rebel scum army for me!"

Sliding down his body as he raced like an arrow, she pressed her face with an evil grin into his over-taut belly one final time, blew him a kiss and then flew off, slapping both his ass-cheeks for good measure. He quivered with a mix of anticipation, arousal and fear, even as thar cart sped him inside the hill, the sides of him scraping the tunnel walls ever-so-slightly, even as he saw, several hundred yards away but getting nearer all to quickly, lit by torches, a large wooden wall with a target painted on it.

The laughter of his captor was barely audible over the whoosh of the rocket firmly lodged in him, but when she presses her face into him, threatening to send him over the edge for a brief moment before bailing on her improvised rocket I am able to piece together the jist of what she said. The point was rammed home by the rapidly approaching target he was hurtling towards. As if this weren't enough, a psychic assault washed over him, the chants, jeers and taunts of thousands of Amazons washing over him, all saying the same thing: "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Squealing down the tracks towards his destiny, all he could manage was a muffled groan. his taut form so tight and pressurised that even trying to wiggle a toe makes him feel like he could burst, although that fact was feeling someone moot given his predicament.

As the walls of the tunnel rushed past he excitedly groaned a few times as it looked like his fragile, pulsating sides will rub against the rough walls and detonate him, setting him off, but it appeared it was not to be. With the narrowest of margins, his bomb body slipped between the sides of the tunnel perfectly.

Mind simply gone by now, he grunted and prepared for the end as it got closer and closer!...but at the last second mere inches from the target he became stuck, the pulsating rubber of his sides squeals as the rocket continues to push onwards squishing his form like a balloon being pressed under someone's foot. Slowly but surely he inched closer and closer the whine of the rocket getting higher and higher. 6 inches...5...4...

He practically whimpered, yearning for an explosive release as it felt like his body was going to be squashed and popped, so close to his destiny.

3...2...

His cheeks flushed red as they bulged comically, his body looking like a squashed rubber ball, the sparks from the rocket starting to spurt as it neared detonation...so close, just a bit more...

The chanting of her fellow Amazons sweet music to her ears, the Executioner murmured numbers to herself, as she cast her shield--not necessarily around the Amazon army, but around the rebel-held fort, directing all the force in the only direction it would go: up.

"How much longer," asked the inpatient General.

"Not long, not long at all. Can the Rebels see us?"

"They can," was the General's response.

"Then it's time to send them a final message, ma'am," said the Executioner.

Casting her own spell, the Generals image magically appeared in the middle of the Rebel-held fort, twelve feet tall for every man to see.

"Well boys, it's been a real slice knowing you. You've given me good sport, but all things end. I'd tell you to kiss your ass good-bye, but you can't. Hope this works instead!" She glanced at the rubber-clad woman, who said, "Five...four...three...two..."

In a single swift motion, the General lifted her skirt, slapping her ass as she farted at the same time, then blew a kiss to every man in the fortress.

"One."

Inside the tunnel after a battle of squealing rubber and sparks the man made contact with the target. For a moment the Firework stopped making noise, the high pitched screaming ceasing abruptly.

Thoughts raced through his head: Was it a dud, will his captors come back to finish the job or am I doomed to spend forever like this. Pulsating and on the edge of bursting forever, never getting the release I yearn for...

He let out a muffled groan, even as his squashed and pulsating form creaking ominously as a realisation hits him like a thunderbolt.

"The fireworks always pause for a moment bef-"

In a glorious flash and thunder clap he got the release he had been yearning for as he detonated in a billowing tower of flame. The fort seeming to wobble for a moment before it was sent sky-high in a pillar of flame and debris, even as an army of Amazons cheered, a victorious end to a long campaign.