Meanwhile…

Chad's body quaked as he waited for Anna to finish undressing. He tried to look away from her glorious figure as she removed her sleepwear, but he knew he was about to get closer to her body than he ever would have liked. He felt her watching him out of the corner of her eye as she slowly disrobed in what he was sure was supposed to be a teasing display. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but notice the striking figure that she cut. She had her mother's body and curves, that much was obvious, and he knew if she would get over her off-putting demeanor, she would one day make some guy very happy. He wasn't just some guy, though; he was her stepfather. Everything about this felt wrong on a whole other level.

Only a few agonizing moments later, Anna was as naked as the day she was born. Try as he might, he couldn’t help but admire her impressive physique. The prominent curves of her breasts that rose and fell with every breath she took, the defined abs below them from rigorous training, and the glorious bulge that her hips made framing the canyon of the clean shaven and puffy slit between her legs, all stirring something primal within him. He swallowed as he realized that her remark about being a God compared to him held more credence. By all rights, she may as well have been a Goddess standing before him. His eyes roamed her body until they came to rest on her angular face. It was framed by her auburn hair, but the look in her eyes held anything but mercy. There was a hunger in those eyes that he’d seen before and it terrified him.

He was paralyzed as she walked over to him and stood still for a moment. He guessed it was some kind of powerplay, not that she needed it after the other night, and that she wanted him to take in her full glory. She bent down and leveled her massive face with his puny form after a moment, "Ready, squirt?"

"Anna, please," he pleaded in a final attempt to prevent what was about to happen, "I am begging you, don't do this. You made your point already, you're strong, and I'm weak. You don't have to do this; I've already conceded."

"As much as I like hearing that, and I do, this is happening, little man," she said, emphasizing the word little, "Besides, you should be thanking me. After all, I'm showing that you still have some use at this pathetic size."

He knew she wouldn't let it go, but he had to try, "Anna, please, this is wrong."

"Don't lecture me about right and wrong," she snapped as she scooped him up and brought him up to her level, "What do you know about that, anyway? Nothing, that's what! Now, don't struggle too much, or you'll slip out of my hand. Unless you want to see if you can survive a drop and a trip down the drain, you'll cooperate."

He wasn't sure, but the last part of her statement sounded almost like genuine concern. He heaved a sigh of defeat in her grip as she slowly made her way over to the shower and turned the water on, "Yes, Anna."

"That's a good toy," she taunted before bringing him to her face once again, "I mean it, Chad, keep as still as you can so I don't drop your dumb ass."

"I'll try," he said and then asked, "Are you worried about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, bug boy," she snapped, "I just don't want to lose my new plaything, and I'd rather not explain to mom that her idiot husband slipped down the drain."

That seemed believable enough, but he chose to believe that some small part of her cared about his well-being. As nice as that thought was, the looming events that were about to take place eclipsed it. He felt the rush of heat and steam from the shower as Anna stepped in. His world shook in the palm of her hand as she planted her feet on the slick surface of the shower floor. Her hand was cupped but not closed so he could get a good view of her exposed flesh. She turns her back to the stream first to let the water run down her back and soak her hair. Droplets of water rolled down her skin, and he felt a bit of shame as he stared up at her. Terrifying though she was, from his perspective, he couldn't deny that she looked magnificent.

His embarrassment rose when she called attention to his ogling, "Like what you see, pipsqueak? Don't worry; you're about to get a nice up close and personal look."

That was all the warning he had before she grabbed a bar of soap and a rag. She mashed his body into the malleable substance with a surprising amount of care. It still hurt, but he knew that she could have easily injured him with the process. His back was pressed into the bar with his face exposed, and he found it impossible to turn his head one way or the other. He caught sight of her delighted grin as she turned herself around to face the steady stream of water. His body was pelted by the shower, and he hadn't expected the intensity of the heat and pressure. A pained cry of surprise escaped his lips before he could bite it back, but thankfully Anna didn't hold him beneath the water for too long. He was moved away from the assaulting waterfall, but it did little to comfort him because he knew what was coming next.

His sight was obscured by the water that had soaked him, but he could almost feel her excitement as she brought his soapy prison to her body. He was flooded with nervous anticipation, and he wasn't sure if Anna was deliberately drawing this out or if it just felt like it was taking longer. He closed his eyes as he was brought to her chest, and she began lathering herself up. She started him between her mounds, and he found himself doused in the scent of stale sweat from the day prior. She worked him and soapy prison up and down before moving him up and around to her breasts. Try as he might, his body once again betrayed him as she rubbed along the supple flesh of Anna's breasts. He was sure she at least knew it because she slowed her rhythm down in a compelling way, and she took some extra time while lathering her nipples. It may not have been the most humiliating thing he'd endured, but it was close to it. With every stroke, he felt his embarrassment swelling along with his member.

Eventually, after what felt like much longer than necessary, Anna moved him to the underside of her breasts. She forced his body and the soap into the mass one after the other, and he had to stifle a gag at the overwhelming scent of sweat. He'd expected the foul odor, but the experience far surpassed his expectations. He shuddered as best he could in his prison as his open mouth caught the taste that accompanied the smell. The longer he had to endure it, the more he dreaded having to help wash the rest of her body. If the stench of her breasts was this bad, then he didn't want to find out how bad her underarms, let alone the rest of her body, would be.

She dragged his minuscule form from the underside of her left breast towards her armpit. Despite the feelings of dread and panic that were welling up within him, he did his best to limit his struggles. Although, even if he had wanted to, he couldn't move much given his body was still pressed into the bar. That didn't stop him from once again gagging as the powerful stench of Anna's underarms bombarded his senses. He'd thought that the underside of her boobs had been nasty, but that was a pale shadow by comparison. The smell was disgusting, and he could feel the contents of his stomach threatening to upheave. To further his disgust and humiliation, Anna pressed both him and the soap against her skin with much more pressure than she had previously. She proceeded to slowly and roughly drag him in small circles around the area.

The friction alone would have been enough to cause discomfort, but the increased pressure combined with the foulness of the experience was unbearable. His erection had thankfully disappeared, but not before receiving an excessive amount of pain from the sudden force that Anna used with him. After his initial gag reflex, he did his best to keep his mouth closed and desperately wished he could turn his head. She scrubbed vigorously and without mercy. It felt like an eternity, but he knew it had only been a few seconds. The fact that this was only the first if two caused his heart to drop. This was torture on a whole other level of humiliation and degradation that he had never considered when his condition first developed.

Anna was thoroughly enjoying herself. It might have been better if she could feel him squirm, but she knew he was in hell right now. She'd felt his minuscule cock spring to life while she used him to wash her breasts. The feeling had filled her with superiority and reminded her that Chad was no different than any other man. That thought had been the basis for her punishing him with her armpit. She knew that her pits were probably rank and that it would most likely be torturous for her stepfather. Her head spun with ideas for ways to play with him more, but one in particular stuck out to her. She would wait until she was on her other armpit before acting, though.

She had scrubbed harder and longer than she usually did this time around. She wanted to ensure that Chad had a firm grasp on how powerless he was before moving him onto her other pit. She finally pulled him away and carried him to his next destination. She heard him squealing out what she assumed was either a protest or a plea for mercy, but the sounds of the shower drowned him out. She didn't personally care about his objections, anyway. Until she finished with him, he was nothing more than a human loofah, and last she checked, those didn't talk back. She was going to enjoy every second of this. She hadn't even made it to the other half of her body yet.

Chad had tried to get Anna to let him catch his breath, but she had either ignored him or didn't hear him. He knew there was no getting out of his predicament, but he had hoped that she would have at least been willing to let him breathe a bit between rounds. However, she didn't waste a second, and he tried to brace himself for the oncoming stench. The pressure returned to his body along with the friction of her vigorous scrubbing. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like she was working faster this time around. However, the pace did little to reduce his torment as she dragged from all over her smelly crevice.

He was confused when she stopped her scrubbing without warning and left him in the center of her armpit. His face was mashed into the now steamy area that smelled somewhat like a mixture of the floral soap and the remnants of her sweat. While his vision was obscured, he could still see the light on the edges of his eye. However, everything went dark as pitch, just as the pressure amplified once more, and his breathing became difficult. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, but when he did, he disobeyed his only command and began thrashing around as best he could. It did nothing to help his situation, and most of his struggles were halted by the soap bar that held him captive. Nevertheless, with his eyes burning from the soap, his lungs screaming for air, and his mind filled with panic, he did his best to free himself.

Anna had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Chad was in a full-blown panic about her little joke. His struggles tickled her, and she fought to keep from twitching from the sensations. Part of her felt like she should punish him for failing to do as he was told, but then again, she was already subjecting him to a pleasant surprise. She needed to find someone else this size to keep around, someone she could have fun with. As exciting and enticing as this all was, the fact of the matter was that Chad belonged to her mother. She wouldn’t go all the way with the little runt, but she would definitely toy with him. He was finally learning his place in the world, serving women better than him. Now, if only she could get her mother to see how much fun this was.