Adam's path, the very next morning

You slowly awake from your deep slumber, feeling somewhat refreshed. You stretched and looked around to see the sunlight shining through your bedroom window. Yesterday’s activities are kind of a blur in your mind, you aren’t sure if it was all a dream or not.

You stand up and officially greet the day in your pajamas, everything is normal all around you. You had to ask Denise if you had gone to visit her yesterday, just to be absolutely sure. But the first order of business was your usual morning shower to fully wake you up.

Having the whole house to yourself for at least a week meant no waiting time or no annoying anyone with your personal and private antics and preferences. But for this morning, you just wanted the hot, steamy water to bathe your body in an otherwise silent and calm environment.

You disrobed yourself of everything once in the bathroom and slid the glass door open, preparing the water to the desired temperature. As you waited for it to heat up, your mind couldn’t stop wandering back to… Last night’s dream. You can’t come to another conclusion than that. You had passed out at one point and dreamt the whole thing. But what a dream it was. You know that Denise would have absolutely loved for it to be real.

At last, the water was ready, so you stepped inside and pulled the glass door shut. The water made short work of your lingering sleepiness. Closing your eyes, you felt it splash against your scalp and cascade down your shoulders. It was just what you needed. You stayed like that for a couple of seconds, just enjoying the peace.

You peeled your eyes open slowly, and noticed black spots draped atop the shower’s glass door. You blinked a couple times and focused on them, convinced they weren’t there when you stepped in the bathtub. Your dominant hand slowly drifted towards the closest one and gently plucked it up.

Immediately, your breath caught in your throat when you realized this was a black latex glove. It felt heavy in your hand, its latex not as thin as your memories believed it should. Rapidly, vivid memories of the night prior resurfaced. There’s no way!

You gasped and jerked your hand away when you felt the glove twitch, dropping it on the bathtub’s floor with a wet splat. It lost zero time immediately expanding bigger, growing so that from digit to cuff, it was as long as your legs. You slowly backed away when you felt two cold hands gripping your shoulders. A quick look showed you another pair of them.

At this exact moment, you knew that your “dream” the night prior wasn’t one. Yesterday flooded your mind, recalling everything perfectly. Your dick also seemed to remember as it began to slowly harden with each of your heartbeat. The big glove in front of you had another growth spurt, the latex stretching loudly and bloating to be as tall as you and slightly wider, almost filling its half of the tub.

You thought of escaping, but not only was the only exit out past the monster just ahead of you, you remembered how successful your attempts had been last night. Deep down, you knew there was no fighting your way out of this.

The gloves at your shoulders gave you a mighty push, sending you in a collision course towards it. Out of reflex, your arms shot forward and gripped the behemoth to not slip and fall down. As you collided and sank deep in its rubbery embrace, the hyper glove slid downward, occupying most of the bathtub.

For good measure, the glove below you groaned before growing yet one more time, lifting you higher. The latex screeched as it stretched against the walls and the glass panel. But even at this incredible size, it still wasn’t firm under you, giving you a nice airy cushion to sink into.

In the end, you were resting face first onto the palm of the semi-transparent hyper gloves over a meter off the bathtub, its four digits rising up the wall ahead of you almost all the way to the ceiling. Its thumb was nowhere to be seen, probably squished on the side of the wall.

You felt a pair of hands nicely gripping both of your asscheeks, massaging them. Still sensitive from its last ordeal, you couldn’t stifle a moan as they gently pumped you up and down, making you bounce. The rod between your legs definitely approved of their treatment, having fully hardened by that point. A second pair claimed your back, massaging your sore spot expertly. They too made you sink whenever they applied pressure. Finally, another pair claimed your feet. You weren’t sure why they acted so calmly or gently today. Maybe to reward you for not acting out.

It came as a surprise from your deeply relaxed mind when the three pairs of latex gloves gripped your bodies at various points and lifted you clear off your rubbery cloud. “Woah, what are you doing?” you screamed out. You were flipped rightside-up at the same time you heard a screech under you. You had no time to assert the situation below since the gloves released you. You fell down for just an instant, but it didn’t stop you from screaming your lungs out for that short moment.

Of course, your back impacted the hyper-inflated glove safely, your body sinking and bouncing a couple times. Only now, your very hard penis was proudly pointing up for the gloves to access. The other addition you rapidly noticed was the addition of a long, wide and cylindrical tube of air between your legs, a few inches from your manhood. You now understood the glove had twisted itself sideways, and you were looking at its humongous thumb.

As you contemplated your new position, a pair went for your toiletries. One grabbed the shampoo and the other the body wash. They both applied a nice amount to another glove, before they began taking care of cleaning your body for you. One pair dealt with your hair, while the other two focused on everything else below. They slid nicely against your body, even managing to squeeze between your back and your soft mattress.

The moment a pair began “cleaning” your sensitive part, you moaned loudly. You knew it was obviously coming, but the anticipation made it infinitely better. They gave that body part a whole lot more attention than anywhere else. The soap made their ministrations frictionless. Your toes were clenching the air once in a while while your hand tried to involuntarily grip the bloated glove out of sheer pleasure, but with soapy hands, you found no purchase.

You had closed your eyes at one point, just enjoying the bliss from those magical gloves. The other body pair eventually joined the one already dealing with your erections, and you now had four hands toying with it. They often went to fondle your balls while others would either sandwich your length nicely between themselves. No matter what they did, their squishiness and the soap only delivered pure pleasure to your brain. You had no clue how long you could last.

Unfortunately, they retreated not too soon after, leaving your shaft longing for their touch. You almost decided to finish the job yourself, only to restrain yourself. You had an inkling that if you let them do what they want instead of intervening, great things would come.

The pair that were taking care of massaging your scalp moved themselves to your shoulders, gripping them. In one swift motion, they slipped you towards the inflated thumb, forcing it between your legs and unwillingly riding it. They held you there so you wouldn’t slip away.

The next instant, that towering pillar of latex came tumbling down towards you, pinning your body between its giant thumb and its overinflated palm. It then flexed its thumb back and forth against the whole length of your body, forcing you deeper into the rubbery embrace. Sometimes, the digit retracted itself only to come pressing back down just a moment later with more fervor.

In the end, it still wiggled directly against your sensitive erection, so moans were regularly escaping your mouth. The showerhead was also pointed directly at the expanded digit, the sputtering water pelting it and making it slightly vibrate against you as a result.

At this point, you were a panting mess. You knew it was only a matter of time before your shaft erupted. Yet, you still held strong, hoping for even better things from your otherworldly captors.

The last time the thumb retreated briefly, a pair of gloves managed to rapidly zip by before it came back down to more directly **** your most sensitive body part. One hand went to lovingly fondle and squeeze your balls, while the other took hold of your entire rod in its hand. It pumped your hard penis back and forth at the exact same time the thumb rolled itself up and down your body.

Your breathing kept on accelerating, your moans became more frequent as your heart was beating in overdrive inside you. You could feel it, the familiar tingling sensation between your legs, the point of no return. At this moment, you were extremely glad that your mother and your sister were not home to hear you. As the final nail on the coffin, you felt the third pair of gloves suddenly squeezing your asscheeks strongly before motorboating them wildly through the enormous glove below, flexing their fingers in a show of power.

This was simply too much for you as, at long last, your body flexed hard against your loving tormentors, your seeds powerfully shooting out of your dick. The whole hyper glove holding you would send your body twitches back as an echo, driving you even wilder. Wave after wave of pure bliss coursed through your entire body before being released by your sensitive shaft between your legs, once again sexually tagging the magical items with your seed.

At last, everything came to a stop. You were still panting rapidly, held in the middle of your shower, but you regretted absolutely nothing. Hell, you were almost looking forward to next time!

The glove below you began shrinking back while the gloves at your shoulders secured themselves under your armpits and lifted you once again. Once the bathtub was clear, they lowered you down so your feet and legs could get used to standing by themselves again. During that time, a glove unhooked the showerhead and began rinsing the soap off of you. The gloves at your armpit kept lowering and raising themselves a tiny bit during that time to see if you could stand on your own.

Once all was said and done, they twisted the water off, rehooked the head and opened the glass door for you, giving you freedom of movement back. The moment you stepped outside on the mat, a long towel assaulted you, rubbing itself all across your body to dry you as soon as possible. Your interrupted protest meant nothing to it as it worked swiftly without caring about your flailing arms or legs.

In no time at all, you were clean, dry, and sexually satisfied. You looked around to see all seven gloves just floating around you in the bathroom, not sure if they had anything else planned for you. You also had to contact Denise at one point, you did blindly attempt to cast a spell yesterday, and you had no idea if that had ever done anything. Nonetheless, she should be extremely pleased about what you’ll tell her. If she believed you that is.

With nothing else happening, you gripped the door handle, twisted and pulled open, ready to greet a new day.