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Thicker than Oatmeal [AE][Exclusive]
🕑 Added 2020-02-06 00:57:08 +0000 UTC
Rachel had never heard of ‘Bury’s Beautification Clinic’, when she thought of a Clinic, she thought of needles, beeping machines, labcoats.. but definitely not bath bombs. Maybe it was from some hipster-chic, poorly-branded-but-legitimate dermatology clinic, they were oatmeal scented, after all. Of all the white elephant gifts to have gotten… and how hard she willed fate to pass her that coffee-maker.. at least she didn’t end up with another novelty mug like last year.
Rachel felt like maybe a bath wouldn’t be such a bad way to end the evening, to wash off the grime of making pleasantries with all those wax automatons all evening, some subtle fear she might ‘catch’ whatever soul-eating, beige-infatuating virus they carry. Filling the tub up, she wondered- which one of those robots thought to buy bath bombs, anyways? They actually smell pretty good.. this had to be an accident, was this someone’s idea of a prank gift?
Sliding into the slightly fizzy, steaming bathwater- she couldn’t help but daydream. The refreshingly hot, oatmeal scented bath slowly sapped her tension and worries out, like she was some stress tea-bag. Barely awake enough to keep her head above water, minutes quickly passed as she fantasized more and more vividly of the wonderful life she’ll lead, after her internship finished.. she could take with her degree to a city with life in it.. and maybe she’ll bump into Elon Musk in the supermarket one day, and..
She woke with a start- in a luke-warm tub of water, with cold knees and a sore back. She had slouched into the curve of the tub and gotten a real kink in her back.. but.. that would’ve been below the water level. Why was the tub was now only half full? Anxiously, she checked the floor to see if she sloshed it out - besides the condensation of steam, it was dry. Did she sleep through the weekend, and it evaporate out? No, she didn’t even have wrinkly fingers yet.. She slowly pulled herself out of the tub, with all the sore grace of a senior citizen- only to find her center balance way off, she slipped even less graciously back into the water.
The splash shocked away the last lingering haze of unconsciousness, and she actually managed to take stock of the situation. Righting herself, she felt a foreign weight on her hips, and strange warmth of skin-on-skin contact between her thighs, where there should be a gap. Shifting to look behind her, she saw her torso, and waist affixed onto a pair of hips and thighs that were 3 sizes too big. Gingerly touching the soft flesh confirmed it was, indeed her backside that was sloshing like an inverted bowl of jello with every movement. She sat back on her haunches to see her thighs press against either wall of the tub, and felt her calves and feet completely engulfed beneath the weighty balloon of flesh. It was like she was sitting (noticeably, a few inches higher) on two beach-balls of warm dough, but that they were also her.
Her head was spinning with a cacophony of emotions, and she slumped back into the tub- dumbfounded. Staring at her monster thighs branching from two squished globes of butt that had cleavage between her torso.. cleavage! - It was too surreal. She needed to take a step back, have a breather and collect her thoughts- it felt like she was thinking so many things, so fast, that it was getting incoherent.. She needed to relax..
Without thinking, she turned the knob for hot water to refill the tub, and reached for the second bath bomb…
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