She's using more than just her hands

At first, I wondered why Olivia Doggett had decided to take her "I <3 DOGS" apron off. It had seemed like not only a handy article to have on while bathing a muddy dog or person, but also, a persistent reminder of one of her most redeeming character traits, that being her affection for pets. Once she finished pulling her hair from the remnants of its bun and hooked her hands under that big, cozy sweater of hers, I began to understand where this was going. With urgency, I reminded her: I was the one taking a bath right now! When she didn't stop, now painstakingly wiggling out of those tight khaki pants of hers, I preemptively splashed over to one side of the tub, spreading out both arms to either side and no longer worrying about what I was covering.

The neatness of the little clothing pile forming beside her, all folded despite its dirtiness, was making me bitter; she hadn't been that careful with that poor excuse for a bikini she'd given me! The woman now stepped out from her shoes and placed them next to the clothing stack; all she had left on were short, white socks and an odd, pink bikini, a little reminiscent of the paw-print one she'd given me earlier due to the black paw shapes dotting its surface. With her chubby, mommish belly and wide hips revealed-- just a mountain of tanned, jiggly flesh-- I found myself wondering when was the last time she'd sized this underwear. It seemed like it was probably made for a younger, slimmer Ms. Doggett... "If you keep staring, Ms. Hojo, you're going to make me blush!" the older woman cooed, turning this way and that with a profound swing of her huge breasts.

I asked her why she was wearing such an embarrassing outfit under her clothes, as if I didn't already know.

"Hmmm... I only wear them on days when I'm hiring cuties from ODD," Ms. Doggett admitted, pressing one finger to her lip. "I like to dress up too, you know? Of course, I'm not going to wear it for this." With no further warning, she popped herself out of that strained bikini top, allowing her massive, dark-tipped breasts to spill out and jiggle to either side. I wouldn't call them perky, but they had their appeal all the same. It was unbelievable how different the shapes of our two bodies were and I must admit, I found myself watching, wide-eyed, as she untied her little dog-printed panties and placed them into the pile. The size of that butt! I felt eclipsed by her entire body, as her thick frame cast its shadow down over me. Her black pubic hair was neatly shaven upon her mound-- I was only a little surprised at that.

It was time I stopped thinking of this woman as a cute and curvy unmarried adult and started thinking of her as a sexual deviant who hires futanari to sit in a small tub full of dog shampoo with her. It only made sense that she'd be immaculately groomed down there.

Now with her dark hair all around her, still slightly muddy from our earlier exploits, the woman stepped one bare foot into the bath. Her whole body seemed to jiggle, even with that slight motion, and the water in the tub sloshed powerfully. I begged her with her: "There's no way we can both fit!" I shouted: "You're going to break the tub!"

The curvy shopkeep pressed one hand to the side of her cheek, then giggled ominously. "I'll make it work. Raise your arms, please!"

For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine she was asking me to be respectful and avoid touching her. However, no sooner were they up than I remembered just how out of character such behavior would be for the pervy Ms. Doggett. Once she'd gotten both feet into the tub, she scooped both hands under my arms, with the palms dangerously close to my bare breasts. Effortlessly, she lifted me up, then sat herself down into the tub with what seemed like a miniature tidal wave of water, spreading from the point of her meaty butt's impact. Once she'd wiggled her hips back and forth to get situated, she plopped me back down in her lap with my legs spread to either side of her chubby belly.

"Ms. Doggett..." I practically whimpered.

"Isn't this comfy?" she questioned, tilting her head with a cute smile.

"M-My penis is..." I added, trying as hard as I could not to move my lower body. Of course, the woman knew exactly what she was doing; this ridiculous new position put my futa parts rested up against the softness of her belly. The suds had mostly fallen away now, allowing me to see clearly where my penis was ridiculously dwarfed by the size of every part of her body. I couldn't help but picture it: if I put it between those huge tits of hers, it would be lost. If she engulfed it with her butt-cheeks, it might disappear forever. Heck, if I positioned it just right, I could probably hide in the area between her belly and her pussy. I would need a porn star's penis to compete with the crazy size of her MILFy body parts and my penis was... well, it was not a porn star's penis, okay? I'll leave it at that.

"Don't say another word. I think it's a perfect size..." Ms. Doggett cooed, already beginning to run her hands over my shoulders to rub soapy water across them.

I wasn't talking about my size! Of course it's an okay size! I was talking about the fact that she'd put my dick right on top of her! This pet-store owner was shameless...!

... This nurturing, body-to-body wash was pretty cozy though, I had to admit. We'd both be a certain measure of clean after this, probably, in stark contrast to how dirty the whole process felt. With a bright smile, she grabbed my glasses and set them down neatly with her own clothing. "We wouldn't want these to get all messed up with soap, Ms. Hojo." After that, she cradled my head with both hands and began to shampoo my hair. The soap smelled very sanitary, the type of smell that would make dogs furious to be exposed to. I began to ponder if this was actually ordinary human body-wash or bubble bath. Just as I was getting complacent, she drew my head in and began to motorboat my face between her big, jiggling boobs. When I tried to protest, she simply patted my head and continued. "We'll get that muddy face of yours all clean! Don't worry!"

The situation was too surreal. When my face drew back, deprived of its glasses, all I could see was that huge, milk-chocolatey blob of woman that was my tormentor, scooping me up to change my position. She did this a few times, rubbing my small body all over her slippery, soaped up frame, until I began to question whether I was getting clean or whether I myself was the sponge. I did my best to angle myself for minimal penis-to-body contact, but suffice to say, I found my dick exploring several of those chubby parts I'd mentioned earlier, heedless of my wishes. The stiffer it got, the harder it was to keep her from doing what she wanted with it.

The suds had grown larger and larger with friction; I had to wag my head to get them out of my bleary eyes. I felt bubbles popping around my ears, but I could still make out her teasing voice as she moved us on to the climax of this doggy bath. "There's one more important part we need to clean, Ms. Hojo. That's the dirtiest part of all~"