As Flannery lay panting front-down in the shower, the majority of her body swollen and horny as hot water rained down on her giant, upthrust ass and, to a lesser extent, the rest of her, the gloves suddenly ceased their unrelenting teasing and toying of her body. The gym leader wasn't in much of a condition to celebrate immediately, though, being too dazed from pleasure to think about it much, and her limbs were practically jelly at that point, far too weak to even try to lift the giant fleshy mounds she now carried. The best she could do was glance around bleary-eyed, trying to determine whether the brief reprieve was just a trick the gloves were playing on her.
Suddenly, the shower stopped, drawing Flannery's attention to the knobs controlling the water flow. Sure enough, the gloves were there; one was finishing turning off the water to the shower, and the other had grabbed a plug and was using it to stop up the drain. Once both tasks were finished, the gloves went to the knobs controlling the water to the tub's faucet, and started up a strong flow of warm water that soon began to fill the tub.
As the water began to rise, Flannery forced herself onto her back, her breasts going into an especially long bout of jellylike jiggling in response to the movement. The redhead's butt squished underneath her, the sensation pleasant enough that it would likely eventually become distracting, and though there wasn't any similar pressure on her fattened lips or labia, the sheer bulk and weight of both were enough to keep her constantly aware of them. The water finally gave her some reprieve, though; it wasn't quite as nice as the hot springs in her gym, but the water as still relaxing as it flowed around her overly curvaceous figure like a form-fitting blanket.
"Mmmmm... okay, that's pretty nic-ah!" Flannery started before letting out a yelp as she felt the all too familar fabric on her wobbling boobs yet again. This time, it was less sexy groping than it was soft caressing, but as sensitive as the fire-specialist's skin was, especially at her breasts, it was enough to keep her arousal stoked all the same. It soon became clear that the gloves were scrubbing her soft and now slick skin, cleaning off the sweat and juices that had built up on her over the course of the sexual maelstrom that the gloves had caused mere minutes ago.
"This feels good, but could you... you know? Help me finish?" Flannery eventually stammered out at the gloves, hoping they could understand her. It was embarrassing, but after all of the groping and swelling before, the gym leader was desperate for an orgasm, and the sensual bathing wasn't doing anything to lessen that need.
Thu Oct 01 00:30:04 2015