You ask her to 'pwetty pwease' give you a bath.

What point is there in denying the obvious? You just 'made cummies' without ever touching your cock, all from your bimboi babysitter treating you like a toddler. You feel emasculated, eviscerated, and embarrassingly eager for more. That connection in your sick head between being ashamed and aroused just got lit up like the Vegas strip, and even with your groin all gross and sticky and your shaft shrinking and shy, the shame of your situation is making you hornier by the second. It's less a conscious decision and more an illicit instinct that makes you grind your butt against Ms. Becca's groin and gabble, "Pwease Miss Becca, give me a baff."

You half expect her to laugh or make fun of you. You're already flinching as she strokes your hair and pulls your head back between her enveloping E cups, but once she wraps her warm, welcoming flesh around you, all your doubts and worries melt away, smothered by her supple, succulent skin. "There. There. No need to be ashamed little one. Sometimes even 'big' bois like you get too excited and make a mess. That's what Ms. Becca is here for...to make everything all better. Tell you what, if you keep being real good like a cool lil' kid, I'll even get in the bath with you."

That promise obliterates any hope you had of resistance, not that you had much of one anyway. Ms. Becca lifts you effortlessly, letting your face stay buried in her creamy cushions as she scoops the rest of you in a little ball. You should have known it would come to this once you started letting her coddle you. Something about being treated so soft and sweet by such a tough looking tramp completely disarms you. You've gleefully surrendered without a fight, and in a weird, warped way it feels like you've won. After all, you certainly didn't wake up this morning thinking you'd end up nuzzling the finest, fattest titties you've ever seen, and surely a little baby talk is worth the price of admission for bath time with a bimboi beauty.

You coo contededly as your beautiful babysitter carries you upstairs and into the master bathroom. You wonder how she knows the layout of your house so intimately, and remembering how 'intimately' your dad seemed to know the layout of her bimboi cunt, you suppose she's might have been here once or twice without you knowing about it. You realize that her 'babysitting' service probably serves more men without kids than with. You wonder if this was your dad's surprise birthday present? You doubt this is how he imagined you'd use the bimbo bitch he hired to cater to your every fantasy. Then again, maybe it's EXACTLY how he imagined it would play out given what a spoiled brat you are.

"Alright, champ, ride's over. Let's get you in your birthday suit so we can take that bath." You blush as you peel off your shirt and strip off your sticky sweats. You blush even brighter when Miss Becca joins in. You feel even smaller seeing the size of her shaft and your nipples throb tenderly at the sight of her own puffy pierced ones. By the time you are both ready to clean up, you feel filthier than ever. Your father's jacuzzi tub is more than big enough for both of you to sit side by side or feet apart. Miss Becca gets in first, and you can't resist sliding right up against her, whimpering and shivering as you wait for the water to fill the tub.

"No need to shiver, sweetie pie. Miss Becca can keep you warm and wash you at the same time." She slides off the seat and bends over, sliding her supple sponges into the fast filling water, getting breasts soapy and slick and rubbing them up your quivering legs, around your sticky shaft, causing it to swell and slobber. You still tremble, even though you are burning up, a blush spreading up your chest as Miss Becca scrubs it with her suds slicked, thicc tits. By the time she wipes your face clean too, you are feeling dirtier and more depraved with every slippery second. The water meets your waist, and Miss Becca slides across from you, just as you are about to squirt your own lotion.

"But Miss Beccaaaaaaa! I was gonna make cummies!" You don't know if the lilting affect is for her benefit at this point or if your brain is damaged from blood loss as it all runs to your engorged prick. Either way, she doesn't show any sympathy for now. She smiles sultrily, her snake bite piercings making her beestung lips sparkle like she has hungry fangs, as if she's ready to eat you up...and maybe she is. Her thick shaft floats above the water and you feel a terrifying temptation to help her clean it. There's always the threat of naughtiness and nastiness under her nice and nurturing facade, and you know you couldn't stop her if she switched from being sweet to being sadistic. What really scares you is you don't know if you'd want to stop her if you could.

"Aww. My poor little pent up poppet. I'll tell you what. Miss Becca can help you make spurts and clean you up and tell you filthy stories and milk you again and then put you to bed. Orrrr..." she strokes her shaft, "you could play with my bath toy, I can make you a baby bimboi, and Miss Becca can play with you all night." Becca smiles sweet as sunshine, but her eyes are cold and cunning. You want to tell her that you don't want to play with her throbbing toy, but you can't seem to find the words. It would be easier to just let her milk you and put you to bed, and a whole lot safer, but how many loads do you have left in you tonight anyway? And why keep playing pretend, knowing it's only a matter of time before you have to go back to being a measly man? If you play nice with Miss Becca, you won't have to play dumb anymore, because you really will be a brainless bimboi baby.