She does.

"Give in..." her whispers turn into frantic moans, "I- want... to... I want...."

Triumphant, your fingers slip inside her sex. Fresh arousal drains out of Hana's parting lips and drips into your own salivating sex.

"Keep telling yourself that Hana-chan, it'll make everything so much easier..." you wonder where these words come, but they make sense to you.

They feel almost intrinsic. Like they're coming from your soul.

"I give in..."

Hana's small frame starts bucking. You don't start off slow, your fingers pump in and out of her. You plan to set the record for most orgasms in a minute.

"Giving in is good," you tell her.

"Yeah..." she moans.

Hana rides your fingers for several minutes before coming once. You draw her orgasm out, relentlessly fingering her.

Eventually, your second hand finds her hooded clit...

She shrieks in a third orgasm.

By the eleventh orgasm, Hana is exhausted and dehydrated. Your hands extricate themselves from her quim. You clean off each digit while whispering sexy words into Hana's ear.

By now, Hana's worries are gone. Her stomach and swelled an extra stone in size, but the thought can only bring a small smile to her face. Even if she still doesn't half-understand what's happening, she's giving in, and that's all that matters to her.

Your fingers, aching, want nothing more to do with sex for the rest of eternity, but you can't hold yourself back anymore. Hana's transformation from rebellious to insisting has left you too hot.

After several feeble attempts at touching yourself (you're just too tired), you feel Hana's shy grip on her wrists.

"Let me do it," she says dreamily.

"Hana-chan..."

"You're just so sexy, Naomi..." she moans huskily.

All the while, Hana's stomach grows larger and larger.