A Personal Tub
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
"Yes sweetie?" Melissa said as she glanced back over her shoulder. Mere inches away from your form her enormous ass stuck out facing you as well as the bathroom counter. You often wished your mother would show at least a shred of decency and not expose her naked body so thoughtlessly to you, but there was no changing her carefree, unabashed nature. Yelling up over the mounds of ass meat in front of you, you said,
"Could you run a bath for me in the sink? I'm still pretty filthy myself."
"What? Really? I thought you were still squeaky clean from that bath after the gym earlier?" Melissa responded, genuinely confused as if all of the events that transpired since the gym had completely fled her mind.
You rubbed your temples as you retorted, "Yes, really. First you dropped me into your stupid sweaty boobs, then dripped ice cream all over me, then threw me in your mouth, then put me back between your still-sweaty boobs! Does any of that ring a bell to you?!"
Melissa's brain visibly ran for a moment until a look of realization came to her face. "Oh yeah!" Melissa giggled slightly before regaining her composure, "Sorry about all that, hun. I'll get some hot water going in the sink for you." Melissa finally turned herself around, spinning her gargantuan backside away from you for once, but sadly replacing it with the sight of her nearly just as massive breasts. You were about to shout thank you up to your mom for once just doing something that you asked of her and not spacing out or just forgetting about you entirely, but right as you were you noticed her enormous body bending over right towards you. Without a second thought about your well being, Melissa leaned far over from her position in the shower towards the nearby sink to turn it on.
*Squish*
Just as Melissa reached the valve to plug the drain and turn on the hot water, her breasts made contact with the counter top beneath her. A nearly imperceptible bit of contact for the curvaceous woman, Melissa had long ago grown accustomed to having her assets bump and smack into all sorts of nearby surfaces when she tried to do even the most mundane tasks. While getting used to these little accidents meant that she could be more relaxed with where she threw her weight around, it was a constant trial for you to deal with. This time was no exception. In between her tremendous left breast and the granite counter top was you, a nearly imperceptible blemish she felt on the otherwise smooth surface. Melissa remained in this position, giving her back a break from the constant weight of her bust and allowing them to rest for a moment on the surface below. Utterly unaware immediately of how she had crushed you once again, she ran her hand through the water repeatedly until she felt it get hot. Then, once the sink quickly filled with water she finally shut off the valve and leaned herself back until she was standing up once again.
"Alrighty, Thomas, the water is all warmed up for ya!" Melissa looked downward at the counter, yet you were nowhere to be found. Of course, as life could never cut you even a single break, you were plastered face first into the soft flesh of her boob, groaning at the ridiculousness of the situation. By some miracle, Melissa decided to look into the somewhat foggy mirror in front of her and just barely saw you stuck to her breast! "Oh! Thomas! Sorry again sweetie it seems like you just can't avoid me today, can you!" As Melissa laughed at her own observation you took offense to the way she worded it slightly. By the way she spoke it seemed like she genuinely thought it was easier for you to avoid her monolithic form than it was for her to simply not plop her body down willy-nilly. But, of course, there was no use getting mad at Melissa as she didn't mean anything by it, she just wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Almost as if to confirm your observation of her carelessness, rather than use her fingers to grab you off of her boob she decided that grabbing the underside of it and shaking it violently to free you would be the better course of action. As she shook her tons of flesh in her hands, you felt immediately delirious from the rapid movement. For a moment you weren't even feeling yourself budge, but before too long you felt the bond between her skin and yours start to break. Briefly you pondered why you even stuck to her in the first place, as her skin was quite slick from the shower, but it seemed her overwhelming weight overshadowed this fact. Finally, after nearly 30 seconds of shaking and giggling from Melissa, one final tremendous shake ripped you free and sent you flying across the room! Slamming into the wall elicited a sympathetic "Oof!" from Melissa for once, but quickly your body peeled itself of that surface and began fluttering downwards once again. You were utterly disoriented from the previous trip via Melissa's Tit Airlines, but from what you could tell there was water beneath you and a curved bowl as well. Mentally sighing in relief as you continued to flutter down, you expected to reach the warm water any second now so you could begin to finally relax. However, just as your back hit the surface of the water beneath you, you felt that it was... cold? Your heart sunk as you took in your surroundings and saw deep rising, porcelain walls in place of the shallow bowl of the sink. You were in the god damn toilet.
At this point you were feeling a mixture of utter terror and exhaustion. Your body was slowly reforming thanks to the brief but powerful pounding Melissa had just inflicted upon you, and you were in the absolute worst place to be when there was an inattentive, giggly, giantess roaming about. You prayed to whatever deity would listen for just a scrap of good luck for once, and to your surprise it seemed your wish was granted!
"Thomas oh my god!" You heard exclaimed from the other side of the bathroom. Turning the shower off, Melissa stepped out, dripping water all over the floor as she tiptoed towards your toilet prison. When she reached you she peered down into the bowl beneath and you two locked eyes. "Thomas I'm so sorry I thought I would just shake you loose right into the sink! I didn't know you would go flying across the room!" Melissa said, with genuine concern in her voice for once, before sadly adding, "I gotta admit it was pretty hilarious though seeing you shoot across the air like a little cannonball! And thank god I saw it all happen though, can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been for us if I had actually used the bathroom with you down there! Yuck thank god!" Laughing out loud at that point, you finally had regained the ability to speak and you interjected.
"MOM! For the love of god just pick me up and place me in the sink, please!" You shouted as loud as you could up to her. It seemed you had finally gotten through to her as she stopped laughing and actually reached down towards you with her hand. Picking you up she said down to you in her fist,
"It was almost worthy of taking a picture of you down there but I think that situation might have been a little gross even for the Son Squishers!" Melissa's mind ran pointlessly as she said to you.
"Please... can we just not talk about this anymore and let me clean off?" You said back, desperately wanting to be through with the whole ordeal.
"Oh, yeah honey I'll stop for now." It seemed Melissa had finally gotten the message from you, even if it did take much longer than you had wanted. You took solace in this, knowing that while Melissa could often run wild with her stupid obsession with the Son Squishers, she was still your mother after all and occasionally knew when you genuinely did need a break. Walking back to the sink she opened her palm and dropped you nearly a foot into the water. You plunged down quite a ways further than you would have wished, but swam back to the top to see your mother holding a bottle of body was over your bath. Squirting some into the water around you, she smiled down at you.
How does the sink-bath go for you?
"Could you run a bath for me in the sink? I'm still pretty filthy myself."
"What? Really? I thought you were still squeaky clean from that bath after the gym earlier?" Melissa responded, genuinely confused as if all of the events that transpired since the gym had completely fled her mind.
You rubbed your temples as you retorted, "Yes, really. First you dropped me into your stupid sweaty boobs, then dripped ice cream all over me, then threw me in your mouth, then put me back between your still-sweaty boobs! Does any of that ring a bell to you?!"
Melissa's brain visibly ran for a moment until a look of realization came to her face. "Oh yeah!" Melissa giggled slightly before regaining her composure, "Sorry about all that, hun. I'll get some hot water going in the sink for you." Melissa finally turned herself around, spinning her gargantuan backside away from you for once, but sadly replacing it with the sight of her nearly just as massive breasts. You were about to shout thank you up to your mom for once just doing something that you asked of her and not spacing out or just forgetting about you entirely, but right as you were you noticed her enormous body bending over right towards you. Without a second thought about your well being, Melissa leaned far over from her position in the shower towards the nearby sink to turn it on.
*Squish*
Just as Melissa reached the valve to plug the drain and turn on the hot water, her breasts made contact with the counter top beneath her. A nearly imperceptible bit of contact for the curvaceous woman, Melissa had long ago grown accustomed to having her assets bump and smack into all sorts of nearby surfaces when she tried to do even the most mundane tasks. While getting used to these little accidents meant that she could be more relaxed with where she threw her weight around, it was a constant trial for you to deal with. This time was no exception. In between her tremendous left breast and the granite counter top was you, a nearly imperceptible blemish she felt on the otherwise smooth surface. Melissa remained in this position, giving her back a break from the constant weight of her bust and allowing them to rest for a moment on the surface below. Utterly unaware immediately of how she had crushed you once again, she ran her hand through the water repeatedly until she felt it get hot. Then, once the sink quickly filled with water she finally shut off the valve and leaned herself back until she was standing up once again.
"Alrighty, Thomas, the water is all warmed up for ya!" Melissa looked downward at the counter, yet you were nowhere to be found. Of course, as life could never cut you even a single break, you were plastered face first into the soft flesh of her boob, groaning at the ridiculousness of the situation. By some miracle, Melissa decided to look into the somewhat foggy mirror in front of her and just barely saw you stuck to her breast! "Oh! Thomas! Sorry again sweetie it seems like you just can't avoid me today, can you!" As Melissa laughed at her own observation you took offense to the way she worded it slightly. By the way she spoke it seemed like she genuinely thought it was easier for you to avoid her monolithic form than it was for her to simply not plop her body down willy-nilly. But, of course, there was no use getting mad at Melissa as she didn't mean anything by it, she just wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Almost as if to confirm your observation of her carelessness, rather than use her fingers to grab you off of her boob she decided that grabbing the underside of it and shaking it violently to free you would be the better course of action. As she shook her tons of flesh in her hands, you felt immediately delirious from the rapid movement. For a moment you weren't even feeling yourself budge, but before too long you felt the bond between her skin and yours start to break. Briefly you pondered why you even stuck to her in the first place, as her skin was quite slick from the shower, but it seemed her overwhelming weight overshadowed this fact. Finally, after nearly 30 seconds of shaking and giggling from Melissa, one final tremendous shake ripped you free and sent you flying across the room! Slamming into the wall elicited a sympathetic "Oof!" from Melissa for once, but quickly your body peeled itself of that surface and began fluttering downwards once again. You were utterly disoriented from the previous trip via Melissa's Tit Airlines, but from what you could tell there was water beneath you and a curved bowl as well. Mentally sighing in relief as you continued to flutter down, you expected to reach the warm water any second now so you could begin to finally relax. However, just as your back hit the surface of the water beneath you, you felt that it was... cold? Your heart sunk as you took in your surroundings and saw deep rising, porcelain walls in place of the shallow bowl of the sink. You were in the god damn toilet.
At this point you were feeling a mixture of utter terror and exhaustion. Your body was slowly reforming thanks to the brief but powerful pounding Melissa had just inflicted upon you, and you were in the absolute worst place to be when there was an inattentive, giggly, giantess roaming about. You prayed to whatever deity would listen for just a scrap of good luck for once, and to your surprise it seemed your wish was granted!
"Thomas oh my god!" You heard exclaimed from the other side of the bathroom. Turning the shower off, Melissa stepped out, dripping water all over the floor as she tiptoed towards your toilet prison. When she reached you she peered down into the bowl beneath and you two locked eyes. "Thomas I'm so sorry I thought I would just shake you loose right into the sink! I didn't know you would go flying across the room!" Melissa said, with genuine concern in her voice for once, before sadly adding, "I gotta admit it was pretty hilarious though seeing you shoot across the air like a little cannonball! And thank god I saw it all happen though, can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been for us if I had actually used the bathroom with you down there! Yuck thank god!" Laughing out loud at that point, you finally had regained the ability to speak and you interjected.
"MOM! For the love of god just pick me up and place me in the sink, please!" You shouted as loud as you could up to her. It seemed you had finally gotten through to her as she stopped laughing and actually reached down towards you with her hand. Picking you up she said down to you in her fist,
"It was almost worthy of taking a picture of you down there but I think that situation might have been a little gross even for the Son Squishers!" Melissa's mind ran pointlessly as she said to you.
"Please... can we just not talk about this anymore and let me clean off?" You said back, desperately wanting to be through with the whole ordeal.
"Oh, yeah honey I'll stop for now." It seemed Melissa had finally gotten the message from you, even if it did take much longer than you had wanted. You took solace in this, knowing that while Melissa could often run wild with her stupid obsession with the Son Squishers, she was still your mother after all and occasionally knew when you genuinely did need a break. Walking back to the sink she opened her palm and dropped you nearly a foot into the water. You plunged down quite a ways further than you would have wished, but swam back to the top to see your mother holding a bottle of body was over your bath. Squirting some into the water around you, she smiled down at you.
How does the sink-bath go for you?
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