Chapter 22 - throwback (chapter 14.5)

Author note: I wrote this little scene, coming back to Sarya's time with Lucy, set during the time skip between Bathing in Bliss and New Normal. Enjoy ^^

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Chapter 14.5 : Bathing in Bliss (3)

Sarya was sitting on the edge of the wooden bathtub, reminiscing about her first night with Lucy, and how things had developed since that time. The outrageously voluptuous brunette didn’t slip fully inside the bath, for it always had the habit of overflowing and making a mess when she did so. However, after weeks under Lucy’s enabling care, truth was that Sarya couldn’t expect to squeeze her enormous bum in the tub even if she tried.

She had grown so deliciously plump now that having her slender blonde girlfriend around for her bath wasn’t only alluring and sexy, but also very much needed to reach every crease and fold of her enormous body. Not that Sarya’s mind would linger on these issues for long, not with her bombshell of a girlfriend finally re-joining her in the room, wearing nothing but tight linen underwear as she slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

Lucy was dead gorgeous, more so than ever. Dating Sarya had given the formerly demure and discrete tavern maid an aura of confidence that made her even more attractive, and the coy smile she had on her lips was nothing but a teasing illusion, hiding burning lust and desire behind a veil that would soon be removed. Her pert bosom was proud and perky, rising above a flat and shapely stomach, supporting just enough feminine flesh to drive Sarya’s mind crazy, without fully hiding the toned muscles dancing underneath.

In contrast, Sarya was overflowing with abundance, breasts, belly, hips, and thighs fighting for space and rolling on top of each other’s into an adipose dance of constant wobbling anytime she dared move. The overfed ex-urchin was so curvaceous her lap could no longer welcome Lucy when they cuddled, her girlfriend had to sit by her side and reach around the swell of her massive midsection to even attempt to hug her.

Grabbing a sponge, Lucy began to slowly wash the expanse of Sarya’s body, caressing the soapy skin with her free hand, massaging her lover’s stretched skin with love and care while she carefully cleaned her fattened beauty. How much did she grow since the first time Lucy laid her hands on her figure! Each time, she could feel and squeeze more flesh, more than she could even grab. Bathing Sarya was an important ritual for the couple, and a perfect occasion for Lucy to assess the progress of her girlfriend’s transformation into an obese pillow. Lucy was surprised by the pace of Sarya’s gain almost as much as she was by her own lust for more and more soft fat to add up on her figure. She expected she would eventually feel that Sarya was big enough, but each time her girlfriend reached a new threshold, may it be outgrowing a dress, struggling to sit in a booth, or having to slip sideways through a door, Lucy always found herself working even harder to keep her lover fat, happy, and in denial of her growing size. Soon, Lucy pondered, Sarya might struggle to get down into the Grey Market to work. Would that be enough to sate Lucy’s desire? The slender blonde bit her lower lip. The thought sure was exciting.

Considering that Sarya’s tummy was already grumbling for food, merely two hours after her hefty breakfast, if was also the likely end result of this relationship. But for now, these struggles were still to come, and the both of them could enjoy themselves and each other, bathing in bliss in the morning sun.