Lucy 2: Shenanigans are afoot for the bathroom window

Mia re-entered the house, handing the timer back to Faith at Sophie’s behest. Sophie couldn’t really communicate the timing through a window the size of a loaf of bread.

Faith and Mia stood right outside the bathroom as Lucy started climbing up the bathtub. She held the curtain pole and teetered with her sock-covered feet on a little shelf built into the wall. Her chest was still almost a full foot away from the window.

The shelf had the size and smoothness to typically threaten to drop shampoo bottles at the smallest of disturbances. Lucy’s entire human self rock climbing up the side of the slippery wall of the bathtub was not at all what it was designed for, so Lucy quickly went from spider-monkey climbing up the wall to plummeting ass-first into the tub.

Lucy scrambled for anything to stop her fall. She managed to use the curtain to slow herself enough to avoid injury, but an errant foot flipped the tub faucet on as she landed hard.

“Yee ouch!” Lucy grunted. She rubbed her butt and laid down for a second. “Mia, can you get the step stool?” she asked, pointing toward the kitchen.

Mia grumbled and dawdled across the living room.

Cold water poured over her feet. Lucy didn’t mind this at first as she nursed her aching backside, but then it pooled up most of her legs and she remembered that she was wearing thigh high socks.

Lucy said, “Ugh, there’s nothing worse than wet socks.” She did a full sit up and lean-forward to turn off the water. Using just muscle memory, she pushed the little metal doohickey down, the first thing she usually does when taking a shower.

Lucy’s mind booted up for a second as the water moved up through the pipes. She let out a tiny scream and frantically scrambled, turning the water handle just in time to stop her impending shower.

Lucy relaxed now that everything had calmed down. She slid her soaked socks down her legs and off her feet, wrung them out, then hung them over the edge of the bathtub with a wet slap. She leaned her head back, glad to have a moment of peace.

“You’re gonna poke someone’s eye out with those,” said Faith as she nodded down at Lucy and giggled.

Lucy looked down, and saw that the impact of her landing had bounced both of her boobs out of the bodice of her dress. Lucy may have thought the moment had calmed down, but her two hard little pencil erasers certainly hadn’t! Lucy was leaned back in the tub, and her chest heaved with her heavy breathing. Her nipples were very much out in the open and pointing up at the ceiling!

Lucy squealed in surprise, slapped her hands over them, then squealed from slapping such sensitive flesh. She yanked the bodice up and avoided eye contact with the redhead looming over the bathtub on her tiptoes. Lucy was concerned her face might pop from turning so red over the past few minutes. So much for keeping her erect nipples a secret…

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone…” whispered Faith.

“Won’t tell anyone what?” asked Mia as she reappeared in the doorway with the step stool.

Lucy stood up as Faith answered, “She’s dripping on your floor!”

Lucy kept her eyes on the floor. Faith was outing Lucy for her troublesome little throbbing nipples, but she couldn’t believe she’d use the language of ‘dripping on the floor’. That was unexpectedly lewd. Lucy knew she was wet in more ways than one, but she hoped there was no dripping involved. Whether she was dripping or not, surely Faith couldn’t see that through Lucy’s knee-length skirt.

Mia shook her head in confusion. Faith grabbed a hand towel off the wall and flung it into Lucy’s face, then motioned downward. Lucy’s jaw dropped at what Faith was implying she should do. Faith motioned again, and this time Lucy realized she was pointing at the ground between the bathtub and the toilet.

Lucy finally understood and was totally relieved. She leaned down and mopped up a puddle of water dripping off of her wet socks. Faith wasn’t pointing out her arousal to Mia, but covering for her!

Lucy dried off her legs with the little towel, making sure to turn away and quickly get her inner thighs just in case. She dropped the towel under her socks to stop any further dripping.

“Sorry? It’s kinda a bathroom so… And it’s ours, but uh yeah, never mind, sorry,” said Lucy, almost dropping the ball. She wasn’t really sure why a wet floor in a bathroom, especially her own communal bathroom that she had 50% custody of, would be that bad. But, she went with it anyways.

Lucy changed the subject to the step stool, “Okay, put that here.” She pointed to both edges of the tub. To get the proper height, she would need the step stool to straddle it.

Mia was surprised she even made it across the living room without mangling herself in the step stool. Given her clumsiness punishment, this was a new record for her.

Mia lifted the step stool and started saying, “I can’t believe I made it all the-” Unfortunately for Mia and her big mouth, it all came crashing down right there.

A small splash of water remained in the middle of the room. It had flown off of Lucy’s socks when she flung them over the edge of the tub and wasn’t mopped up with the rest of the puddle directly under the socks.

Mia fell stool-first into the tub. Lucy dodged to the side, but one of the step stool’s feet still hooked onto some of the underfloof of her dress, and dragged it down causing several loud popping noises. Mia’s left leg scraped along the right edge of the step stool. Mia overcorrected a bit, slipping her feet over the wet floor, and slid another foot away from Lucy. The step stool’s upper handle hooked into the shower handle, and Mia and her step stool bulldozer finally came to a stop with her toppled halfway in the tub herself.

After a second of wincing, everyone thought things were over. But then Mia slightly shifted her weight and the step stool dragged the shower handle into the on position.

The pipes were primed and ready, so a spray of ice cold water partially hit Mia in the side of the head. Most of the stream missed her and directly hit Lucy in the body.

Everyone screamed, including Faith who was flabbergasted at what she was even witnessing.

It took Mia a few seconds to right herself and shut the water off, then she got up and zipped out of the room in a huff. She checked her own leg without worrying for a second about the pink-haired menace who clearly chose Mia to get the step stool only so something like this would happen.

Faith dashed over on her toes, careful to not slip on any more water, and checked on the pink-haired victim of Mia’s most recent clumsiness incident.

“Are you alri-?” asked Lucy, but she stopped asking as soon as Mia dashed to the next county over.

Lucy’s narrow dodge made it look like Mia crashed and burned on her, but she was quick to tell Faith that she was alright. The wad of fabric pinned under the step stool was a large section of her dress, but only the stuff underneath the hem that poofs out the rest of it. Her pleated skirt looked intact and she reassured Faith, “Just my underfloof.”

“Underfloof?” asked Faith.

“I think that’s the technical term…” said Lucy.

“I thought you were gonna get squashed like a bug!” said the relieved Faith. Lucy’s skirt may have still been quite modest, but something else again very much wasn’t, so Faith turned away to give her some privacy.

Lucy wondered why and realized that her bodice had pulled down, letting her erect nipples greet the air once again. She tried to pull it up, but it wouldn’t budge. Lucy investigated and she realized that the popping noise had been a ton of the interior stitching coming loose. A large portion of the ‘underfloof’ had been removed, but also her bodice now naturally sat three inches lower on her chest. It covered her abdomen but stopped just short of covering anything important.

Lucy plastered an arm over her boobs and extricated the fluffball from under the step stool.

It was in tatters, a wet ball of several soft fluffy unusable layers. Lucy felt a little silly standing in a shower holding what looked like a giant novelty loofah. She stuffed it between the toilet and tub with her socks.

Now that it was all gathered in one place, Lucy realized just how much fabric had recently left her body. She felt really naked now that she was down to just panties, a knee-length pleated skirt, a small unlaced ab-cover, and a handbra, all of which were soaking wet.

Lucy struggled one-handed with the step stool, and Faith helped her get it into place.

Meanwhile, Mia was out in the living room assessing her own damage. Her leg was thankfully unharmed. The scraping hadn’t been her skin on metal, but the fabric of her leggings on metal. The seam had been ripped open from upper thigh to mid calf, exposing a one inch wide strip of flesh along most of her left leg.

Mia grieved for her favorite pair of leggings. The soft cream-colored garment was totally ruined. The rip began below her short shorts, so she wasn’t at all thinking about modesty when it came to this turn of events. It didn’t occur to her to worry about what could happen to it in the remaining rounds of the game, she was merely mourning her special birthday leggings.

Mia snatched up the special towel off the coffee table and dried her hair with it, grumbled some more, and returned to the bathroom. Mia forgot that the towel was from the game, so she didn’t notice or investigate anything weird going on with it.

Lucy was getting ready to ascend the stepstool which was now in place. Before she did, Faith stole Mia’s towel out of her hands and let Lucy dry herself off with it. Mia was going to protest, but didn’t since she was only sprayed a little by the shower and Lucy had been totally drenched.

Lucy finished drying herself as much as she could with only one hand, then handed it off to Faith. Mia was paying the special towel no mind, and the other two thought it was a normal towel, so still there was no notice of any strange effects nor any experimentation with the now wet towel. It dried and was seemingly usable as a normal mundane towel. Faith draped the towel over the wet floor, and they got started.

Faith teetered on her toes holding Lucy’s hand as she ascended the precarious stepstool into position for the challenge.

Lucy’s other hand stayed glued across her chest, hiding her insistent highly-stimulated nipples that still buzzed into her palm and forearm. The hard little nubs had had a break from being mashed, but all this covering and uncovering and flopping about hadn’t exactly let her calm down in any way, shape, or form. Not to mention the cold water absolutely maximized her pointiness. Lucy mentally prepared for squashing them into yet another cold surface. Lucy wanted to regain momentum in the challenge, but too much excitement too fast would quickly let it slip just how worked up this challenge was making her.

Lucy stood on the top step, holding the hand of Faith. Both of them were now on their tiptoes. Lucy needed the extra couple inches to get the height, and had to uncomfortably tilt her neck to stop her head from bonking through the ceiling.

Without any further delay, Lucy finally got this challenge back on track. She dropped her handbra and mashed her breasts into the small rectangular window. She trembled and bit her lip to contain all the noises she was afraid of making as Faith began the timer with her other hand.

Lucy’s twisted neck let her watch the timer. This didn’t make the process feel any faster, but she much preferred this to looking her witnesses in the eye as they looked her in a much more humiliating place.

Lucy wondered what Sophie was seeing outside. Her titties pushing into and filling up most of a tiny rectangular window? It felt really strange to be showing something off but not actually seeing the audience. For all Lucy knew, the whole neighborhood could be out there having a look at her pancaked titties as she quivered on her tiptoes on a step stool in the bathroom. Lucy guessed this might be what guys feel like at a glory hole. Sensitive bits through the hole. Not knowing what’s going on on the other side. Shivering with arousal at the stimulation. Lucy shook her head as she thought about what a strange situation she was in.

The timer ticked over into the twenties, and Lucy was so happy that it was finally about to be over. Five out of eight windows were almost done, and she was well on her way to finishing this challenge!

As the timer approached thirty, Sophie called out from the living room. “Hey, what’s the hold up?”

“Hold up? W-What are you doing inside??” asked Lucy through the bathroom door. She pulled her titties off the glass, completely taken aback by this turn of events.

“You guys were taking forever, I was just wondering- Whoa!” said Sophie as she waltzed into the bathroom doorway. Mia sat on the counter by the sink. Faith was perched by the toilet, holding Lucy’s hand. Atop an extremely dangerous-looking perch stood Lucy, craning her neck against the ceiling. Lucy’s boobs were staring Sophie in the face like the shining star at the top of this precarious Christmas tree.

Sophie blushed as Lucy reapplied her handbra and squeaked.

Sophie’s whole task was to look at Lucy’s boobs. Somehow she had been the one to flub it by now looking at Lucy’s boobs in a completely unexpected way. Sophie quickly apologized, “MybadI’llgobackoutside!” and ran away.

…or at least that’s what she tried to do.

In her surprise at seeing the booby-topped Christmas tree, Sophie had let go of her jeans. The pants quickly made their way around her ankles, and therefore she quickly made her way to the floor. She was running straight back from the bathroom, but ended up flopping to a stop not even one step forward. Through the door, Mia saw everything but the other two only saw part of her biting the dust.

The flustered Sophie squirmed back into her pants in full view of Mia and affirmed, ”Okaygivemetensecondsandthengoagain!” She flew out the backdoor with her hands glued to her waistband.

A few seconds later the girls heard her say “Okay, I’m ready!” muffled through the wall.

Lucy couldn’t believe she was doing this whole window again, and whimpered as she once again pressed her boobs into the glass. Sophie must have left her post right as they started it the last time, taking the full thirty seconds to circle and reenter the house.

Faith restarted the timer.

Lucy used both hands to claw into the window sill. Her knuckles turned white as she supported herself and tried to ignore the tingly feelings coming from her chest.

Faith stood nearby, no longer holding Lucy’s hand. She held up the timer with one hand, and with the other she spanked Lucy with a loud smack that reverberated through the tiny bathroom.

Lucy audibly gasped in surprise, which came out more as one quarter gasp, three quarters moan. She coughed, trying to cover up the noise she just made.

Faith took a few seconds to tiptoe over the floor towel to escape being in range of Lucy’s spankable butt. As she walked, she gave a few bonus gropes through the damp and now-loosely-falling pleated skirt.

Faith stood a couple steps away and held up the timer. She was still near enough to dart forward and catch Lucy if she fell, but outside of arm’s reach activating her punishment. Faith said what she was thinking aloud, “Sorry, I guess my hands were full before and you’re ‘presenting a spankable ass’ now without all the… underfloof, did you call it? Are you sure that’s the scientific term?” Lucy’s skirt was, in fact, much more form-fitting without the underfloof.

Lucy was grateful that the groping had ended and infinitely more grateful that the subject had changed after she moaned. The small confines of the room made every little sound echo and linger that much more, so Lucy thought she might keel over from embarrassment during those few seconds of quiet shuffling and groping before Faith spoke again.

Lucy didn’t want to risk any more embarrassing vocalizations, so she just nodded confirmation on the term underfloof, or at least nodded as well as she could with her spine through the ceiling.

Mia was giggling at the whole scene, especially at the spank itself and Faith’s reaction to it. Mia didn’t seem to bring any particular attention to the moan, and Lucy was glad that the moment had moved on from her sexually charged outburst.

The trio sat in awkward silence for the final ten seconds. None of them wanted to move a muscle and bring everything to a crawl again by causing any more shenanigans.

The timer finally crossed thirty after what felt like a million years to Lucy, and she peeled her squashed titties with two diamond-hard nubs away from their rectangular viewing station. Her handbra arm reengaged while she used her other arm to carefully descend the step stool. Once Lucy touched down, time had restarted and everyone carefully exited the treacherous bathroom.

Two hard points happily sang into the back of Lucy’s arm as she looked at the three front windows that remained. A medium but easily accessible window pointed to the same side as the bathroom. It was open to the neighborhood, but only out toward the left side of the yard and that one house right there. The large main window was fully open to the whole neighborhood. Several houses worth of sidewalk and yards could be seen in both directions. The front door had a tall slender window next to it that would probably be the easiest of the three, especially because the glass had a bevelled blurry pattern to it that made it hard to see through.

Lucy had a sudden very strong desire to run over to the couch and put her blouse back on and quit this whole challenge, but then Sophie returned through the sliding glass door. The freckled brunette had a pep in her step as she made her way over to her sandals. Lucy wanted so badly to be as brave as Sophie during her last challenge, and she went all the way outside! Lucy didn’t even need to leave the confines of the house. If Lucy stopped to put her blouse back on, she felt she just might lose all momentum. Lucy would never complete this challenge if the last three windows were all like the last one.

Not to mention the effect her wet dress would have on the white blouse. Lucy hadn't been sprayed for too long, but she also hadn't dried off completely.

Lucy feigned the same pep in her step and nervously waddled over to the corner window.