Jumping into the bath with Jen part III
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
chapter 179
by
RandomAnon
You couldn't really blame Jen for getting sweaty in there, those boobs were huge so, it should've been obvious that when she was playing twister it got pretty hot and sweaty in there and once again, you weren't even particularly grossed out by sweat, but right now the feeling made you shudder because it immediately reminded you of Cindy's overbearing buttcrack. Some passing conversations between your big sis and her friends or stuff Arianna said crossed through your mind, the girls noted that their cleavage could be at times like a third armpit by their own accounts. Until now, you hadn't fully grasped what that meant.
Jen appeared not to have fully noted your reaction other than your intense staring, which flattered her. Using some of the remaining soapy foam in her hand she began to gently wash in between her mountainous fleshy globes. You could almost hear the bikini top's threads struggling to contain their sheer mass. Still, even with most of your attention captured by the jiggly spectacle, you still felt like you were standing at the entrance of a sauna. Then, you felt observed and looked up to see that Jen was in fact staring at you and when she realized the two of you locked eyes, she winked.
"Mind giving me a hand? There's just soooo much to wash" She said in a slightly over-exaggerated manner that came across as incredibly flirty and playful. It was almost a wonder that you remained conscious when most of the blood in your body must've rushed down. Too flustered to speak out your answer, you simply nodded and hopped onto her hand. At first, you thought she'd put you on top of one of her boobs but as she brought you closer to her cleavage you realized that she intended to have you in its depths.
You even zoned out for a moment, returning to reality when you found yourself leaning on the very warm flesh of the inner side of one of Jen's boobs. It was indeed very much like your experience with Cindy's crack at somewhat lesser intensity. If you had to make a comparison, that would've been a 9 while Jen's cleavage was more of a 7. The warmth, the humidity and the saltiness in the air were heavy but just not nearly as much. It probably helped that Jen had already started to wash so the cleavage felt fresher than it would've been had she not. Jen then rubbed some foam near you to give you something to wash her with, giggling some more as she figured you were getting way more eye candy than you could handle.
"I'm gonna wash the outside, you can help with the inside" She spoke softly and slowly let go of her boobs, which had been kept pushed apart until now. In just a few seconds you found yourself in near complete darkness, surrounded by the squishy, silky smooth mass of her gargantuan chest, listening and feeling the vibrations of her heartbeat. The sauna-like atmosphere became much more noticeable though the increased warmth contrasted with the cool from the water below, reaching a more balanced temperature than you'd expect. The humidity in the air increased even more, however but the soap's pleasant scents lightened the feel of it.
Even though all you would've wanted at this point was to lay and let the softness and warmth of Jen's body comfort you, you remembered her request and thankfully, you had experience helping brobs wash so you scooped up as much soapy foam as you could before you start to rub it diligently on her boob. Almost immediately, everything around you shook and you heard something odd but it had gotten muffled by all the "soundproofing" surrounding you. After that, you heard something you recognized as Jen's giggling before light pierced through from above as she opened her cleavage with her hand once more.
"Sorry if I scared you, I... I think I'm more ticklish than I thought" She said, improvising the excuse on the spot well enough that you completely bought it. On the other hand she was the more surprised one of the two, she intended this to just be more of a flirty game where you'd try your best to clean her, essentially rubbing her boobs all over without accomplishing much in reality but she felt that you were covering more surface than she thought you'd be able to and with more force than she anticipated, making it feel much closer to an actual massage.
'But how can someone so little...?' She wondered 'Hmm, maybe that's prejudice? Lillies sure can do a lot more than their size suggests. Not that I'm complaining' She smiled and blushed a little, washing the outside of her chest some more to then leave you to your "work".
Even though this was incredibly sexy and couldn't deny that you were enjoying it, something compelled you to actually try your best. Possibly some sense of insecurity, wanting to show her that you weren't useless at your size, momentarily forgetting that having this sort of skill could be a dead giveaway to your true nature.
You felt wild, pleasant surges of electricity shooting through your hands and up your arms and all the way, past your shoulders until they reached your spine as you kept rubbing and sort of kneading Jen's gigantic boobs. Time became a blur and while you had a vague sense that this was quite the workout, it was an effort you didn't mind making and kept pressing on until you ran out of foam, having spread it far more efficiently than any brob could ever have. Only now that you made a pause you were hit with the result of your vigorous work, your arms were somewhat sore but not too terribly so and still, you were pretty satisfied with how much you pulled off: You easily washed like 3/4ths of the surface of both her boobs from the inside of her cleavage.
"Oh!" Jen had closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy your tiny massage but the pause felt rather abrupt. She used her fingers to slightly part her cleavage and take a look at you, immediately noticing how much foam you'd spread on the inside of it "Did something happen?" She asked, unsure on why you stopped. She was unable to hide the sheer surprise in her eyes though, she didn't expect you to get much done at first.
"Well" You chuckled a bit nervously, still feeling embarrassed like you had failed your task "I ran out of foam" You then explained, wondering if it sounded like some piss-poor excuse out loud, it made perfect sense in your head but you had a feeling that there was a significant gap between what made sense to you and what people found acceptable or unacceptable, maybe some mild suspicion or some distant nagging feeling. To your relief, Jen giggled cutely in response and then carefully picked you up, setting you on top of the bar of soap once more.
"You already helped a lot" She said sweetly "How about I finish this myself, you can have a first row seat" She said in a more suggestive tone and once more, turned this experience into an incredible journey, venturing inside the depths of her mountainous cleavage on quite the odd vessel, gently guided by Jen's hand. She did her best to give you a hell of a show and for the most part nailed it, slowly rubbing the bar of soap, lathering up her cleavage while you were having a view of it unlike anything else ever. The intense warmth gradually got abated by the repeated rinsing which refreshed her skin and the vague smell of sweat was pretty much scrubbed off though you'd already done most of the job.
Like most good things in life, it felt like this lasted for way too short because it seemed that after blinking a few times, Jen was done. You couldn't even say you were disappointed at her but just at the fact that this amazing thing ended. Somehow either by sheer coincidence or by reading your mind in ways you couldn't even predict, Jen winked at you.
"We're just barely getting started, there's still a whole lot more to do... to have fun with... Just hold on for a bit" She said, still leaving you on top of the bar of soap but slightly pushing it away from her enormous chest. You were a tad confused because you didn't know what to expect but felt that it'd probably be something good. In any case, you saw her go underwater, the lac of her presence being all that much more noticeable to you, making the bath look more like an actual ocean.
Despite her warning, you still were 200% caught off-guard when two absolutely massive meaty globes emerged from the water right in front of you, nearly engulfing the bar of soap between their cavernous crevice. You would've wondered if it was her boobs again but you were able to tell almost immediately that these were quite a lot larger than them. Plus, the stretched bright red bikini bottom was a surefire sign, giving away what you were beholding.
The huge waves caused by the rapid emergence of millions upon millions of tons of smooth, supple flesh put any tsunami you ever heard of to shame, easily tilting the bar of soap which was larger and heavier than most lillie civilian ships you knew. By the time you came back to your senses, having been overwhelmed by things and experiencing them as a blur, you had already been launched off like a projectile off a trebutchet set on a straight course to Jen's gigantic ass.
You made a near perfect landing between her massive cheeks, as if you had been aiming for that on purpose and landed with a splash, hitting the water in between them as it flowed back down towards the rest of the bathing pool's. Just like with her cleavage before, Jen's crack felt a lot warmer than the rest of her body and the feeling of humidity and lingering sweaty steam was even stronger than her cleavage's.
Given that you weren't expecting to do any impromptu cliff diving or some kind of human canonball act, when you splashed into that water you couldn't help but end up swallowing some, quickly gulping it down to avoid choking on it. That water felt way saltier than it should have, after all, tap water's supposed to be fresh, right? Who bathes with seawater after all? You found yourself submerged into this warm, saltier body of water that thankfully ended up draining rather quickly, leaving you standing on the rather thin (for brob standards) strip of clothing that reached into the depths of Jen's gargantuan booty. Now that's a landing but what happens next?