Anna felt Chad's struggles begin to die down, so she slowly lifted her arm to retrieve him. Her endorphins were shot when the bar of soap slipped in her grip. She could hear Chad screaming as he flew through the air; at least she knew he was alive. She caught him before he could plummet to the ground and brought him to her face, "You alright, shrimp?"

Chad was not enjoying his adventure in the slightest. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his already depleted breath. He wanted to yell at Anna and tell her the truth, but he knew that angering her would be a huge mistake. There was a slight look of worry on her face anyway, and he didn't want to scare her any more than he wanted to incur her wrath. So instead, he called out over the water, "I'm fine, Anna. Can we please cut this short?"

She felt a bit of relief knowing that he was okay. It was weird, but she quickly brushed it aside and fell back into her typical demeanor, "No chance, bug boy, you're not even halfway done! You've still gotta wash my feet, my legs, my ass, and, lucky you, my pussy."

"Anna, wait!" he yelled, "Look, I'll do whatever you want, but please not that!"

"What, you wanna tell me that you're too good for my cooch?" she asked.

"Anna, I am married to your mother!" he argued, "Please, that's like cheating; hell, it's worse than that! You're her daughter for crying out loud!"

"That didn't stop your little cock from getting hard, now did it?" she fired back.

"Anna, I am less than an inch tall, I am trapped in this stupid bar, and you were rubbing me everywhere!" he defended, "It was a reaction, not because I'm attracted to you!"

"So you're saying I'm not attractive?!" she demanded, tightening her grip on the soap and him.

"No, of course not!" he yelled back, "You have your mother's looks, but you're not her! Someday, you're going to make a guy lucky, but I am in love with your mom! Just...please, I won't ask for anything else, just don't use me like that...I can't do that to her!"

She paused and let his words sink in. Of course, she never had any intention of using him that way, but there was no harm in teasing him with the thought of it. Still, she could hear sincerity in his pleas. Even with the torrent of water pouring around them, she could hear the devotion to her mother in his voice. "Alright, tiny, I'll make you a deal," she began, "I won't use you to clean my vag, but I will use you to clean the rest of me. In exchange, I don't want to hear any complaints, and, this goes without saying, you keep your little mouth shut about our fun. We got a deal?"

This was certainly not what he would consider fun, but he wasn't going to correct her. He tried to nod as he responded, "Yes, Anna, I'll do my best...thank you."

"Alright then, why don't we start at the bottom and work our way up?" she asked, ignoring his gratitude, "How does that sound?"

Awful, it sounded awful to him. He knew better than to argue, though, especially in the face of mercy from his stepdaughter. He put on his best face and said, "Sounds great, Anna."

"Liar," she said with a grin, "But you already know there's nothing you can do about it, so I appreciate the cooperation. Do not struggle while I'm washing my feet. I don't like you, but for whatever reason, mom does, so I'd rather not upset her, understand?"

"Yes, Anna," he replied, fully aware of the possibilities that came with being so close to someone's soles.

"Good boy," she said as she lowered him and the bar down past her waist.

He really wasn't looking forward to this or her ass, but at least she wasn't going to use his on her more intimate area. He would have to endure the remainder of their shower together, and he told himself over and over to keep still for the upcoming scrub down. Anna had raised her foot and taken hold of it with her free hand, allowing him a firsthand look at his next destination. The sensations were as he expected, rough and fast, generating a good amount of discomfort for him. The bottoms of her feet were already soaked from standing in the water, but they stunk, and the skin was calloused from her time on the court. He wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but she had him and the bar held at an angle that forced his face to rub along the bottom of her foot. Up and down, side to side and small circles were made using him as a metaphorical scrub brush on her foot, and it took everything he had not to fight against her.

He was given a slight reprieve from his hellish time when she pulled away and prepared to swap feet. He sucked in the steamy air and realized that his nose was tainted and stained with the stink of her feet and pits. He tried to ignore the scent that lingered in the back of his nose as Anna swapped him over to her other hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to prepare himself, but he instantly regretted that decision. He felt the rough surface of her next foot collide with his face just as he was exhaling. This meant that his mouth was open and forced to remain that way for a moment as she roughly similarly dragged him along her foot. The taste of tainted water, mild sweat, and the soap that he was trapped in filled his mouth and made him gag. It was one of the most unusual and revolting tastes that he had ever had the unfortunate privilege of experiencing. Without warning or hesitation, Anna began the process of lathering her foot with his imprisoned form.

The discomfort quickly began to evolve into pain as she pressed him into her arch. She pulled him away right as his nose felt like it was on the verge of breaking, though, and moved him towards her toes. He was thankful that she seemed to be moving quicker this time, but he knew what awaited him after this. Her legs wouldn't be terrible, but he hadn't been thrown into a bare ass yet and wasn't looking forward to it. First, though, he had to finish cleaning her toes. She threaded him through each one just as she had the last, and he was disgusted by the grime that rested in those crevices.

He felt waves of nausea crash over him as Anna moved onto her legs. She made short work of her calves, and Chad's world spun at the speed that she worked. She ran him up and down her legs like some elevator from hell. The disorientation was all-consuming, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't find a way to come to grips with it. Closing his eyes only gave him a feeling of being drunk with the world spinning and his stomach somersaulting; keeping them open wasn't much better, and blocking out the experience was next to impossible. Her thighs, strong and well defined, took a bit longer, but he was able to note that she kept him just out of reach of her womanhood. She swirled his body and casing around every inch of her thighs while keeping just far enough from her sex. He could, however, smell the distinct aroma of arousal wafting and mixing with the steam. While he couldn't quite get a solid read on Anna, one thing was certain: she loved the feeling of power she had over him.

By the time she finished her legs, his prison was wearing thin. He guessed it was due in part to the extra time Anna had spent washing herself along with the overexposure to the torrential stream of water he'd been subjected to. Now that Anna had finished her feet and legs, there was only one place left for him to clean. The idea of being that close to her ass was already dreadful, but now he could feel his restraints beginning to wane. What would happen to him if he suddenly fell out of the bar or if it crumbled around him? Would Anna notice in time, and would she care enough to save him? As much as it worried him, right now, he had to put his trust in her hands. She was, after all, the only thing standing between him and either the abyss of her ass or the certain death drop to the shower floor.

There was a moment of slow tension as she brought him around to her backside. There were no taunting or cruel words this time, only silent action amplified by the sounds of running water. He dug his fingers into the malleable and scented substance surrounding him in an attempt to hold on, but he forced his panic to the back of his mind. Fearful though he was, he knew that crying out would do nothing except possibly anger his captor. The shape of Anna's full moon came into view, and he had to admit it was quite a sight. Pale and well defined from years of athletic activity, it was an impressive yet frightening sight to behold. The last time he'd been this close to an ass had been a repulsive experience, but he knew there was nothing he could do to escape. He just held onto the hope that this would be over soon.

He came into contact with the first cheek, and he caught a strong whiff of the pungent odor coming from her backside. His stomach rolled as Anna pressed his body into the bulbous flesh of her butt. She wasn't a particularly dirty girl by any means, but sights, smells, and sounds were all magnified at his height. It was the biggest reason having to endure everything from her armpits to now her ass had been so unbearable; not that it would have been particularly glorious from his former height either. The slow and deliberate way she lathered her butt cheek told him that she was drawing out this process more than the last. He was willing to wager that it was either a power play or simply for her own amusement. Honestly, it was probably both.


Anna had been waiting for this part for some time now. Ever since she had witnessed Chad's humiliation at the ass of an unaware Victoria, she'd been contemplating just how to toy with her stepfather with her own. Everything about her shower fun had felt right, and it doubled as sending a permanent reminder to Chad that he was little more than a toy dependent on the whims of those bigger and far superior to him. She would take her time with him here and ensure that he never forgot the feeling of powerlessness that she was sure was sinking in.

She started slowly, with careful circular patterns on her right cheek. Chad was rolled along the soft mounds with care, and his sense of smell was quickly getting overloaded with the scent of her backside. He knew, however, that the worst was yet to come. However pungent the stench was here, it would be at least tenfold worse when she moved to her crack. He felt his world shift as she dipped him lower and dragged him along the underside of her cheek. The area was akin to an inverted canyon filled with humiliation and disgust. The heat from the shower mixed with the heat trapped in this area of her body, and Chad felt his prison continued to weaken around him. He told himself, once again, that it wouldn't be much longer now. Soon enough, he'd be free, and even if he was still at Anna's mercy, he wouldn't have to worry about a painful plummet.

She finished the first cheek and moved onto the next. Her movements were slower than they had been, particularly as she moved him over her crack. He was certain now that this was some sort of ploy to demoralize him further, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Small and weak though he was, he was still a person, and he wouldn't let himself be broken. That didn't mean he wasn't afraid, however, and with every second that passed, he found his fears continually escalating at the prospect of falling to his death. The fact that his safety rested in Anna's hands didn't do much to quell those feelings either.

The process for the left cheek was identical to the first. Anna rubbed him along her cheeks in a circular motion. Despite the precise definition of her cheeks, the flesh was soft to the touch, something he was grateful for. It wasn't much comfort if any at all, but at least it wasn't painful to he mashed into those orbs. The only rough part about scrubbing was when she moved him back to the underside. She purposefully pushed him up and lifted her cheek with her hand and his body. This meant that despite the mild softness of the flesh, being jammed against it was more unpleasant than necessary. Honestly, what was the most disturbing was that he was beginning to get accustomed to the smell. He hoped that that meant the transition to wash her crack would be easier, but even for him, that hope felt as small as him.

The time finally came, and he was pulled away from her left cheek. There was only one place left for him to go now. Without a word from Anna, he found himself inching towards the foul valley. His heart sank as the stench emanating from it graced his senses. It was a scent fouler than any he'd experienced so far in his adventures as a shower aid. The smells of stale sweat and filth formed an unholy union that caused him to retch involuntarily. He was treated to the sight of Anna's free hand taking hold of one of her cheeks and parting it to allow him unbarred access to what was undoubtedly her foulest area. He didn't see any debris, something he thanked whatever God was looking out for him, but the closer he got and with the doors opened, the stink stung his eyes and turned his stomach. What rationale he had left was being assaulted by the nightmare of this experience, and there was simply nothing he could do but serve Anna's will, whatever that may be, and wherever it may take him in these next moments.