Hop Right In!

So Kelly entered the shower.

She glanced around her. As was her routine, she reached for her shampoo, starting from the top of her body and heading down. She poured a tiny amount from her hand, but then, accompanied with a flash of her already pink eyes, a thought came to her. Awfully small amount, wasn't it?

"I think I'll need more than that." affirming her thoughts as she squeezed a large glob of shampoo from the bottle. As she put the bottle down, another thought interfered: I really got dirty down there, better start there first.

And so she put the obscene amount of shampoo on her obscenely flared crotch, gasping as the cold shampoo came into contact with her stiff clit and puffy vulva. She began to carefully rub the shampoo into her pubic hair, but found her hand inexplicably heading south. The still-cool shampoo lubricated her hand as she ran it across her cookie, sending shivers from her spine and moans from her mouth. The movements became exaggerated, her pelvis pressing into her hand as it ran along her crotch, belly-button to taint and back again. Her breathing became deep, and her eyelids drooped. After what seemed like hours, she finally washed her cunt clean, and turned to shampooing her hair.

"Nothing now?" Mumu casually asked

"No matter how much I want to FUCKING blow a load-" I nearly screamed, emphasizing my continuous pumping "-her hair probably needs a good washing. Its fucking good hair too."

"Found your fetish" Mumu replied in a sing-song tone

"Don't give a fuck" I said, giving her the finger with my not-free hand. The controller hit the floor.

"Yowie! You could have killed me!"

"Don't give a fuck" I said, giving her the finger with my free hand. "Also, I don't want here anymore Yaoi's from you."

Although still under the influence of the controller, her suggestiveness had decreased in the doldrum. After shampooing her northern locks, a bit of Kelly's sense came back to her. She was sick of being on edge for so long, but she could not orgasm in the shower for her life. She grabbed the body wash, and once again her eyes flashed with a new suggestion.

"Well, my boobs do need the most soap." she commented, drizzling the the cool, white, viscous gel on her breasts like warm, glazed sugar on two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her nipples, already erect, seemed to shiver as the areolar glands raised mountains around the two mighty peaks. Kelly suddenly jerked forward into the shower stream, the glaze diluting into a milky torrent that carved basins in her bosom. Those mighty mountain ranges, now submerged beneath a snowy wetness, sent signals of delight to Kelly's brain, toes curling in response.

"I love you bitches." she cooed, a goofy grin spreading across her face. She grabbed both of them roughly, and pressed her cheek into them as best she could, her chin grazing their tops. Her index fingers, of their own accord, arched up and dive-bombed her nipples, activating a building pleasure which simultaneously burst forth from her breasts and belly. She moaned, rocking back and forth, rubbing her breasts with a giddy playfulness while contorting her waist inward. Her eyes flashed again.

"But how could I forget..." she recalled, grabbing her asscheeks. Kneading them like dough, biting her lower lip, she raised and lowered each cheek, emphasizing the strong muscles she had long worked behind that bounteous blubber. Pulling the cheeks apart, she turned and bent down, letting the water drain between her crack. She almost purred, the warm water running against her asshole. Yet another flash. Still bent, she placed a hand to the wall.

The other hand formed a person, two fingers as legs, walking along her backside. Coming to her rear, Kelly put on her best impersonation of a Victorian accent.

"Well, golly me; A new cavern in the Kelly Cliffs, completely clenched! I must get to work at once."

The figure glided down. It reached the mouth of the cavern, tightly shut.

"Drats. Hmm... it doesn't seem that big. Maybe-" it pondered, sticking a leg in " hnnng -if I **** aahnn my way in.. looks like it will require grrnn two feet.. almost got it..."

"Oh for fuck's sake!" I roared, jamming the analog stick forward.

And like that, the entire hand disappeared. Kelly's eyes went wide, watering, as her mouth formed a perfect "O." As she realized the anal Armageddon that had just occurred, she waited for a ripping, a sharp pain, anything unpleasant that would be quickly followed by an ambulance. However, a warm sensation emanated from her backdoor -her arm began to pump- and it quickly turned into one of pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes!" she screamed, crying from the raw euphoria as she fucked herself silly through her own asshole. Although it met resistance, the fist crawled through her dungeon like a snake to its den, its knuckles massaging her bowels. A sound not unlike a muffled plunger emerged. As its pumping increased in speed, so did her body pump back, her wet hair flinging like rotor wings on a helicopter, her boobs bounding recklessly, to and fro and into each other, sounding much like my foreskin as I still could not fucking cum goddamnit.

"You've got an entire hand up your ass and you still cannot fucking cum?!" I complained.

"Maybe you should try her fro-"

"How about TWO hands!" as I flicked the controller back.

"YOU DUMBASS"

"Almost there..." Kelly grunted, watching as her legs buckled, her cheeks flapping like a bird in midflight, her other hand flying away like a bird in midflight.

...

What.

She turned to where her hand was, only to be greeted by a porcelain wall. It was not chummy. Everything went black.

My heart sank. My libido fell off a cliff. My dick shriveled up. Reality hit me like a porcelain wall.

"Oh god." I mumbled. "Oh God, what have I done?"

"Don't worry" Mumu remarked. "She was just knocked out. Nothings broken, except maybe her butt." she snickered "Want to move on?"

I ignored her uncaring remarks. From the screen, she caught a glimpse of my now-microscopic member. She pouted.

"I mean, if you are really that torn up about it, I can get her up and about no problem."

My ears perked. "Really, you can wake her up?"

"Weeellll, she will wake up sooner or later. I can get her up and running right now, though. Basically the same thing. Thanks to all the work you've done, of course" motioning to the "Arousal" bar, now filled nearly to the top.

As the soberness of the situation flooded in, my mind raced, trying to parse her mixed message.