Chapter 1 - The Fountain

The sun was rising as Melanie walked. She was heading home from last night’s party and she was still a little bubbly. She had turned down a few offers to walk her home. It was a nice neighborhood anyway and her would-be suitors would have wanted to come in for the night. She was horny, but it was doubtful that anyone of them would be interested in taking care of her needs. Passing through a small park she noticed a new fountain ahead. She paused to watch the fountain jets, there were five nozzles spaced evenly on a cement pathway. They had a sequence of three small squirts followed by a quick high pressure surge and then a minute delay.
                A dirty thought cross her mind as she looked around for any people in the area. Melanie had an enema fetish and had been practicing to see how much she could hold in her free time, a few years, actually. She was excited now and wondering how it would feel to have the water shoot into her. The town wasn’t very large and not many people were out at this hour. There was a brick wall behind the fountain, plus the park had hedges all around, obstructing the view from anyone on the sidewalks or streets. She should be safe from onlookers, and the slight fear added a little excitement to it.
                Wearing a simple purple cocktail dress offered her easy access. She checked the area once more and then quickly slid her panties to the ground. She reached down, plucked them up, and put them in her purse. She dug around in her bag until she found a small bottle. After opening it she applied a small amount of lubricant to her fingertip. She snapped the lid shut before replacing it in her purse and hiding it in small a bush.
                Melanie gingerly stepped into the small enclosure with the fountain. She reached back and prepared herself with moist fingers. She waited for the fountain cycle to end and then went down to her knees. She used the rest of the lube on her fingers on the pear shaped nozzle. Spinning around, she used one hand to spread her cheek and the other to support herself. After fumbling for a moment, she eased the tip in. With her heels still on she couldn’t squat over it easily, so she gently stretched her leg out and eased herself further down. She put her other arm back for balance and extended her other leg. When she was stable she pushed her hips down, the largest part of the nozzle popped in. A soft moan escaped her lips.
                On cue, she felt pressure in her rear. Melanie enjoyed each rush of lukewarm water. The full feeling aroused her. She reached forward and began fondling herself. Then came the high pressure burst, she winced in pain, but it felt good at the same time. Her belly was puffed out slightly, but she wanted more and decided to wait there for the next sequence. As Melanie lay back pleasuring herself she heard a distant cough and instinctively pushed the bottom of her dress down to cover as best she could. Startled, she opened her eyes and noticed a man coming up the path. She struggled a bit, trying to rise, but with high-heels she couldn’t get up in time. The man started jogging to her. She could have gotten off of the nozzle, but the man was close enough that he would have seen her bare bottom and what she had been sitting on.
                The man stopped at the edge of the roped off area, worried and breathless. “Miss, are you okay, did you fall?”
                “No, no, nothing like that. I… just… I was hot and I wanted to cool off.”
                Then, she felt it start again. The first spurt caused her nervous smile to fade. She looked at the ground and twitched as she felt the second one. Then the third one came. She leaned back, bracing herself for the final shot. There was a short pause before the last gush, and then it came with great force. She closed her legs, squirmed, and whimpered, trying to be subtle and maintain a smile. It didn’t work, and he noticed her pained look.
                “Miss, what is the matter?” He stepped over the rope boundary towards her, “let me help you up.”
                “N-no!” she said louder than she had intended, “I’m just not feeling well. I’ll be fine, you can go on. I am fine.”
                “You obviously aren’t fine,” he said as he stepped closer, “you’re sitting under a fountain in a dress. You must be drunk, let me help you home.” He reached down to grab her arm.
                “Don’t you touch me!” she yelled, “I don’t want your help!”
                He stopped and stepped back looking around. After a pause he stepped back over the rope. He turned to leave; he noticed something and he paused. A woman she hadn’t noticed jogged up and looked over the situation. “What is going on here?”
                He gave an over exaggerated shrug. “I saw this woman sitting here like this. I thought she fell, and I was just offering to help her home. She’s obviously a little drunk.“
                The woman turned to look at Melanie, “He just wanted to help you up.” Her tone was slow and condescending, “You slipped and fell into a fountain. You should be at home in bed.”
                “J-just leave-“ The flow started once more. She tried to talk between the shots of water, but it didn’t work. “L-leave m-me alone, ugh, an-and I-I’ll, ugh, g-g-go home in a min-, ugh, m-minute. I can walk, it’s just around the corn-” Melanie’s elbow slipped out and she fell back. High-pressure water slowed into her.  She grabbed her stomach and whimpered. Her belly had swollen and now she looked about six months pregnant, fully on display.
                “Jesus,” the woman blurted, “she’s pregnant and drunk, that’s horrible!”
                Melanie was terrified now, “I am not! I just ate a lot and I have a stomach ache!” She could barely see over her belly.
                The man looked back and forth between Melanie and the jogger confused. He looked as if he was about to give up and leave when the jogger spoke. “Let’s get her up.” He nodded and they both crossed the rope divider.
                Almost teary eyed, Melanie pleaded with them. “I just want you both to leave! Please just go home and let me sit here!”
                That didn’t deter them and they both grabbed one of her arms. They tried to lift her but she was heavier than they had planned. They tried again, Melanie felt the wide end of the nozzle pop out as they raised her, but one heel of her shoe snapped and she fell to the ground once more. The nozzle slammed into her backside and she yelped. The fountain started again and the man and jogger stepped back as not to get wet. She barely felt the first three pulses of water this time, but the final surge took her unaware. She jerked from side to side, the water in her sloshed as she tried to get off of the spout. It was no use, her expanded stomach was weighted and ungainly, and she could do nothing now but sit there, shamed and in pain.
                “Did she just get bigger,” the jogger asked. Confusion turned to revulsion on her face “She’s sitting on a spout and she’s too wasted to know it!”
                “I just wanted you two to leave! Why didn’t you just go?” She sobbed.
                The man shook his head and sighed, “it’s okay, it was just an accident, we’ll help you.” They grabbed her arms and lifted her, but again they couldn’t lift her. “She’s stuck on it.” They looked worried. He straddled her, grabbed her posterior, and then lifted. She felt the nozzle pop out and he set her down on the flat pavement. The jogger slipped off Melanie’s shoes. They positioned themselves on her sides and pulled her to her knees. It was hard to get her upright, but after much strain, they pulled her to her feet. It was hard to balance at first, being very unsteady with the added girth.
                She waddled heavily. Her dress had been short before, now her bulging belly had stretched it further. The dress barely covered her butt. “I can get home now, thanks.”
                “Don’t you need to… go?” The man asked as he held her up.
                “I’m not going to here! I can make it home. Just let me go and don’t tell anyone.”
                The man thought about it and nodded, “I can help her  the rest of the way. You can go on.”
                “I should stay”
                “No need,” Melanie said in an irritated tone. She knew that they both wouldn’t leave her though, so she put her weight onto him. “He can help me get there. I don’t want any more embarrassment.”
                The jogger scoffed, then paused and looked at them both. “Are you sure?” She tilted her head down and raised an eyebrow as if to imply that he wasn’t trustworthy.
                “Yes, I will be careful.” A twinge of pain made her pause. “He’s only going to help me to my door. It’s just around the corner. Just go now, please!”
                “Fine,” the jogger shrugged. She picked up Melanie’s shoes and handed them to the man. She gave one more look then muttered something under her breath as she started to run again. It didn’t take her long to get out of the park.
                The two of them started walking. After a few minutes she had a good rhythm. The water sloshed around inside her. Each step a mixture of pain and pleasure. She needed to hurry, but if she went too fast then she might not be able to hold it in. Her mid-section ached, her butt really hurt too. She had built up a tolerance to it over the years, though. After a few minutes they reached the sidewalk and turned toward her house. “It’s the third one ahead,” she said breathlessly.
                “Okay, wait a second,” he reached down and tried to pull her dress lower. Instead his hand accidently brushed against her privates. She moaned, stumbled slightly, and stopped. His face turned red as he realized what he had done, “sorry, it-it’s too small. The dress, I mean.”
                She took a deep breath, “d-don’t worry… we need to go faster.”
                He agreed and they increased the pace. They hobbled along until a car came into view down the street. She slowed down, but he did not. “Slow down,“ she said, but he didn’t. She toppled, landing on her hands and knees and her stomach was stretched so much that, it too, hit the sidewalk. He had slowed her fall, but the impact caused a sharp pain in her mid-section. She could barely hold it in, but managed somehow. Her innards twisted and turned, she groaned, lying there trying to recover. Feeling a breeze on her backside, she could only imagine how exposed she was.
                The car had turned down a side street during the ordeal, so at least she was spared from one more spectator. The man helped her to her knees and with her help she was standing again. He repeatedly apologized as they started walking unsteadily. “Almost there,” Melanie thought aloud, she was going to make it.
                “My name is Mike, by the way.”
                “I’m Melanie, and don’t think you’re coming in.”
                He eased her to a stop, “Why are you so closed off? I’m only trying to help.”
                “I just don’t know what kind of person you are and you’re following me home when I’m drunk. I just don’t want you to come in.”
                “You don’t act very drunk. But, I’m helping you, not following you! I want to make sure you get home safely. I can’t just leave you at the door and walk on after all of this. I don’t have to be right next to you when I am there, but I am going to wait around until I’m sure you’re okay, just trust me a little.”
                 “I don’t want your help!” She took a step, but couldn’t keep her balance without support and fell back into his arms.
                “You don’t have a choice, because I can’t leave you here. Just accept my help and let me take you home.”
                After deliberation, she conceded. She really didn’t have much of a choice. They walked until they arrived at her doorstep. She pulled herself using the hand rails as Mike held her hips. When she reached the top she looked down at the lock with despair. She started crying. “My purse is in a bush back there, and my keys.”
                He sighed, gently rubbing her back, trying to console her. “I can go get it. Will you be all right here for that long?” She nodded. “I’ll hurry,” he set her shoes down on the steps and he started running back to the park.
                As her tears dried she noticed that she was still very aroused in spite of the discomfort. In fact, that was probably the only reason she was still holding it all in. Reaching down between her legs, she scanned the area for passers-by, and started pleasuring herself subtly. A noise next door stopped her, the garage door was opening. She composed herself as best she could. After a moment her neighbor’s car pulled into the street. He saw her and rolled down his window.
                “Hey Melanie, congratulations, I didn’t know you were expecting! When are you due?”
                She flushed red and fumbled for an answer, “Uh, a few months.”
                “Wow, expecting twins?”
                “Yeah, I… I feel huge. I’ll be glad after all of this, that’s for sure.”
                He smiled, “good, would you like to come over for dinner this weekend so we can meet your boyfriend then?”
                She noticed Mike at the entrance of the park down the street. “I, uh… sure,” she regretted saying that immediately, but she was distracted and wanted him to leave.
                “Great, I’ll tell Barbara you’re coming, how about six o’clock on Sunday?” She agreed hurriedly, her stomach in knots. She was getting better at hiding her distress. He smiled, rolled up his window, and drove down the road.
                Mike ran up holding her purse in one hand and keys in the other. “I got your keys out for you,” he said as he handed them to her. That meant he had gone through her purse. At this point she didn’t care, she quickly unlocked the door. Mike helped her inside and pushed the door shut with his foot.
                “Help me downstairs.” There was a bathroom on this floor, but she didn’t want him hearing her. She struggled down the stairs and he opened the door and flicked on the light. On the wall was a large red enema bag. Mike stared at it and then gave Melanie a knowing glance. She hanged her head in shame.
                “It’s okay, really. It’s fine you enjoy that sort of thing… I wouldn’t go to the park to do it though.” He hesitated, “how are you able to hold it all in?”
                She started to cry. He hugged her lightly, “it’s okay, I kind of like it.” Wiping away the tears, she looked up at his face curiously, he smiled and nodded. Mike rubbed her belly with one hand and stroked her hair with the other. He was very attractive, and this was the first time anyone had known about her fetish. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
                In a rush she pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. He slid her dress off and broke off the kiss to stare at her belly. Suddenly self conscious, she blushed and tried to cover up with her hands. “This was a mistake.”
                “No, I was just admiring your beautiful curves. You are gorgeous.”
                She let her hands fall as he grabbed her rump and pulled her closer. They couldn’t get very close with the large hump between them, though. Mike reached one hand down where he couldn’t see and began gently rubbing her inner thigh. Melanie closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He stopped, “are you sure you want to do this now, like this?”
                “Yes,” she yelped, “I will do it for you later, but I need this now!” She thought for a second, “but help me over there first.” They moved a few steps and he eased her onto the toilet. “I’m still not going to go in front of you.”
                “That’s fine, but you can’t go yet!” He grinned and pushed her legs wide. Kneeling, he snaked a hand down and carefully rubbed the top of her privates. She shuddered and softly moaned in his ear as she held him close. He ran his other hand up and down her back, getting more excited she started moving her hips.
                “Don’t stop, oh, I love it.” She said quietly in his ear. He slipped a finger in and almost immediately she started shaking all over. She had goose bumps, her fullness added to the pleasure, shocking sensations ran throughout her body. He continued until she relaxed and leaned back. “That was amazing. Ugh, go up and make yourself at home, I’ll be up soon.” She winced, discomfort was all that remained now, but it was worth it. She knew it would be more agonizing than usual, but she had never had so much in her before. Mike kissed her once more as he stood up. He walked over and grabbed his shirt from the floor. Shutting the door as he left the bathroom, she heard him going up the stairs.
                Sometime later Melanie came up the steps wearing a t-shirt and jeans, her stomach now flat. She walked over and sat on the sofa next to Mike. ”I’m sorry, but I’m exhausted.” She kissed him lazily. “Give me an hour or two to recover, then I can repay you.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “Oh, by the way,” she said sarcastically, ”how would you like to go over to my neighbor’s place for dinner in a few days? I just happened to see him outside earlier and now they want to meet my boyfriend because they think I’m pregnant.” She glanced up at him, sighing, “I don’t know how to explain this away.”
                He smirked and nodded, “I’d love to, and I think we can manage to keep up appearances. Maybe we can use what I found in your purse.” She looked puzzled. “You know, if you can hold that much water on your own then you’ll be fine for an hour or two with the butt plug.” His grin widened as he watched her expression.