The Inheritance - Part Five

Reaching the edge I look over at Jane, watching as she snaps the metal casing at the end of the last cable free from the socket with a triumphant grunt. Holding the metal device up high I give her a mortified look, my vision of the object blurring as she holds it high above her own towering head.

As if noticing my dismay she gives me a weak grin. "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll get you a nice pair of glasses soon enough. But first...Let's get you cleaned up in the showers" she coos, wincing a little as she looks at my curvy cum-covered body.

For a moment I feel a twinge of sadness, the thought of washing the devilishly delicious substance drying against my soft supple skin feeling like a waste of tragic proportions. However, I soon catch myself as I pull away from that line of thought as I focus on the disgusting sheen of sweat and old fallen-out body hair that clung to me.

"Sounds...good..." I manage to whimper out, the fact I still couldn't reach the floor from the high seated chair even as I sit at the edge sending chills down my spine.

"Here" Jane says, holding out her hand "let's get you standing first." As I reach out to her I let out a short sharp squeal as I find my once large masculine hands being dwarfed by her own. As I clasp her hands, my weak grip making me feel downright pathetic and vulnerable, I see her cock and eyebrow.

"Very soft" she muses, running her thumb over the back of my hand. "I guess that's a benefit of youth"

"Youth?!" I squeak, my voice reaching new heights as I slide off the seat and onto my tiny feet. The cold metal floor practically stings the sensitive ticklish soles of my feet, causing me to dance in place. With each quick shuffling step I can feel my body shake and jiggle along with me, my chest bouncing wildly as the heavy hanging fatty weights painfully strain my back and the taut flesh of my chest. My ass jiggles along with everything else, my mind struggling to comprehend just how big each of my new cheeks really was.

Looking at Jane, my eyes watering a little as I'm bombarded with painfully and disconcerting feelings, I notice just how tall she was now. Where I had once stood nearly a head taller than her when I first came here I was now forced to crane my head up to meet her cheeky gaze.

"Yes, youth" Jane says with a chuckle as she watches my awkwardly dance of discomfort. "Your nineteenth birthday was just last week" she continues, her free hand moving to rest at my hips as she begins to guide me to the doors.

"Dix-neuf?!" I squeal, slipping into French again out of shock. I was nearly a decade younger, Aunt Deborah would have gained back most of a century from this. It made sense, if you were getting a new body you may as well get the most out of it, but no matter how much sense it made the shock of being so young was still hard to take in.

I don't have much time to linger on the age issue, however, as my first real steps send all manner of strange sensations coursing through my body. Stepping forward I find that despite the shaking of my exhausted body I glide along the tiles with relative grace. My free hand locks to my side, my back arching slightly as I assume a perfect posture and thrust out my mammoth chest. I choke out a groan mixed with a weak whimper as I feel the heavy mounds on my chest bounce with each step and wobble against my upper arms, my hips popping and swaying enticingly from side to side as my behind puts on a show.

While keeping my arm to my side I slowly run my hand over my jizz soaked hips and waist, a shudder of delight rumbling through my short stack body as I feel the urge to play with and eat what cum was stuck to me yet again. My waist was positively dainty feeling, a narrow mid-section with practically no body fat. My hips my comparison flare out dramatically, their size bringing the term childbearing to mind as I'm stuck reveling in the feeling of what little cum I had inside my aching ravenous pussy.

Snapping from the series of distractions ravishing my body and mind I watch as Jane opens the door to the hallway, my cheeks burning red as I realize what we were about to do.

"Attends! Qu'est-ce que tu fais!?" I squeal, attempting to back peddle but finding Jane's strong grips around my waist more than enough to keep me moving out of the room.

"English Madeliene" she chirps, reaching back to close the door behind us as my clothes are locked in the room. My breath grows more and more rapid as we stand in the hallway, the thought of someone seeing me like this filling me with a mixture of fear and worrying excitement.

"What are you...I'm...I'm..." I stammer, my sweet squeaky voice and alluring accent doing little to carry any weight behind my words.

"Naked? So are most of the people who come through here. We have showers on sight for a reason" Jane explains, wrapping her hand back around my waist as she guides me down the carpeted hallway. I'm eternally thankful to be out of the tiled room at least, the warmer and softer carpet causing me to jump about far less.

As we head through the halls of the large office I find my mind lingering on where we were going and why. The hand at my side slowly and nervously begins to swipe at the cum covering my thighs, my fingers shaking a little as I try to resist but fail at every turn. Both the thin watery discharge and the thick dripping ropes begin to build up around the tips of the fingers, though as I try to discretely wipe myself clean more and more builds up in my palm as well.

For a second I catch Jane looking down at me, a faint look of disgust causing her lips to curl creeping across her face. Her eyes dart between my hand and my crotch as if checking to see what I would do.

For a moment I feel like my hand is drawn to her gaze, my fingers inching closer to my crotch as I remember just how overwhelmingly wonderful I had felt back on the chair. However, as we round a corner I feel my stomach sink and my heart lurch into my throat. My eyes go wide as I see a tall figure in ill-fitting clothes leaving one of the many rooms along with what appears to be an attendant. He couldn't be far into his twenties, his toned body practically wearing the old worn black t-shirt as a tarp rather than as clothing.

He quickly turns his head, catching my naked body in the corner of his eye as a lewd smirk inches across his lips. My cheeks burn red, my heart hammers in my chest, and my breath quickly grows short. My eyes were locked onto this young man, my body trembling with desire.

Jane, not noticing my reaction, continues to walk us towards the two. Without so much as a second thought I hold up my cum covered hand, showing it to the man, before licking the moreish salty ooze off with my strangely long tongue. My body is practically on fire as I slowly wrap my tongue around my fingers, drawing them into my mouth as I let out a sharp sweet little gasp. As we reach the two, their figures shifting into two indistinct blurs, I flash a coy smile.

"Bonjour" I coo, my voice dripping with sexual energy as we pass. Before I know it I quickly return to licking my hand and sucking at my fingers, my tongue and lips relishing a chance to play with the oozing mess in my palm.

By the time we reach our destination my hand is relatively clean, instead now being coated with a thick layer of drool and saliva. As Jane opens the door, revealing a starkly white-tiled room with several showerheads dotting the walls separated by rather short partitions covered in the same white tiles, it finally hits me what I had just done. Each stall, beyond the tiles, has two larges vents flanking it from either of the partitions as well as containing a small bucket sits in each of the shower stalls with variety of soaps and shampoos sitting within.

"Wait...what did I just..." I mewl, my face drooping as I wipe my hands off on my hips.

"Back there?" Jane asks, a knowing grin on her face. "Flirting, quite effectively if I say so myself. I wish I could be that forward...well...maybe not that forward"

"But...but...he was a...a..." I squeak nervously, my words cutting short as I begin to hop about on the cold tiled floor once again.

"A man?" Jane asks, pausing as she grabs a stool from by the door as she leads me to a showerhead in the back corner of the room. "Did you think you were into women after all you've been...eating?" she continues, wincing a little as she looks at the few errant globs of cum clinging to my lips.

Before I can formulate a response, my mind racing as I process all the new information that I'd been bombarded with over the past few mintues, I feel Jane's guiding come to a stop. With one swift motion she places the stool behind me before pushing me down to sit on it. My thick behind pools out over the sides of the cheap plastic seat, the pliant flabby flesh squishing out beneath me.

"Hmmmmm, a little lacking..." Jane mutters, causing my heart to skip a beat.

"What? I squeak back, tilting my head up as I watch her roll up the sleeves of her lab coat.

"Your...behind, it's missing a little bit back there" she explains, reaching to turn the one single tap on the wall as a cascade of perfectly warm water begins to pour from the showerhead and over my sweaty body.

"But...wait it's so...it's..." I whimper, sniffling and spluttering as I feel the tears in my eyes becoming lost in the warm soothing water of the shower.

"Big? Yeah, Mrs. Davies was...eager to have an alluring form...at least according to certain tastes" Jane explains, walking around behind me towards the bucket. Tilting my head down I stare at my massive and overwhelming milky chest, my blurred gaze locking to the fuzzy image of my small pink nipples sitting far out from my body. My Great Aunt hadn't been the most curvaceous woman, even in pictures of her in her youth, rather being a bit of a tall and willowy wallflower from the stories I had been told. Had she wanted to be something different? The opposite of her former self?

Before I can think much further on the topic I feel something cool begin to dribble onto my head, the honey-like ooze slowly running down my scalp. Without warning I feel two hands begin to massage my scalp, strong practiced fingers digging into my scalp and running the mystery substance through my lengthened sunset red hair.

A gentle moan escapes my lips, my eyelids shutting as my eyes roll back a little in my skull. It feels so wonderful, so tender and comforting, I can't help but lean into the hands as they do their work. My mewling and moaning only grow in frequency and intensity as I enjoy the massage of my life, my head eventually leaning back sharply as my hair dangles back in sud-covered wet clumps. For a brief moment my eyes flutter open, my view filled with a slight wet Jane as she pulls tangles from my wavy hair.

"Close your eyes" Jane snaps, my body immediately following the command. "Don't want to get shampoo in your eyes do you?"

"N...non" I pant, writhing slightly in my seat as I return to the pleasant bliss of the head rub.

If it weren't for the delightful shampooing the shower would not be a pleasant experience. The warm water, while sooting, paints a solid picture of my new body in my mind. My chest is mapped out with each and every one of the pounding droplets, the streams of water then having to run down my overwhelming bust before trailing off without reaching my lower body. The cum covering my stomach and thighs, what little I had left after my mid-walk snack, feels less delightful and more disgusting as the water seems to leave it feeling strangely repellant against my skin.

"Head up" Jane orders, pushing against the back of my head as I'm forced under the water. I groan in disappointment as I feel her hand cease their massage, my body longing to be touched after even that short bout of pseudo-affection. My hair quickly begins to stick to my face and my neck, the long strands only reaching a little ways down past my shoulders as I'm thankfully spared from the feeling of the silky strands gluing themselves to my chest.

My moment of longing doesn't last long as I hear Jane grabbing something else from the bucket. Without warning yet again I feel some thick cool ooze getting poured onto me, the lavender-scented substance running over my shoulders and my chest. Jane quickly begins to massage the body wash into my shoulders, my body practically melting on the stool as a series of pitiful gasps and moans escape my lips. My sweet and subtle noises only grow more extreme and lewd as she moves her hands towards my chest, my body lighting up like the 4th of July as I feel her fingers brush against and sink into my voluminous flesh. My legs shake, my pussy twitches, my arousal builds by the second as she begins to thoroughly and forcefully massage the soap into my chest in an effort to wash what hair and cum was left behind.

"Quiet down" Jane groans, struggling to manipulate the massive mounds on my chest as they spill out of her hands with ease. "Otherwise you can do this yourself."

With the threat of losing...this looming over my head, I quickly bite down on my lip holding my mouth closed as I muffle my growing pleasured moans. Thankfully, or terribly from a certain point of view, Jane begins to move on as her hands move over my slender arms. I'm able to catch my breath as she cleans away the sweat and grime that had accumulated from the moving process, the soothing feeling however only really putting my arousal on hold rather than pushing it back down.

With a reapplication of soap she moves onto my waist and stomach, a series of giggles and chuckles quickly bursting forth from me as the room fills with the sound of my sweet French voice. Her fingers simply tickled so much, what little abdominal muscles I had were convulsing with every light brush and squeeze of my slender form. This time however Jane doesn't say a word, instead simply focusing on rubbing the cum from my belly as quickly as she could.

As her fingers creep further down, gliding over my hips and approaching my thighs, my breath is forced from my lungs. I let out a short series of pitiful sighs, my legs squeezing together as I feel her fingers brush against the inside of my soft and supple thigh. Despite squeezing my legs together with all my might Jane is easily able to remove herself from my wet slippery grasp, her hands quickly returning to rubbing at the sweat and cum that had covered my lap in an effort to get me clean before I return to the vigorous moaning from before.

Her fingers dance remarkably close to my aching pussy, the damp heat emanating from my delicious little sex thankfully being partway obscured by the steamy water of the shower. Before she ever gets too close her hands shift away, running down my legs as she wipes away foam and soap.

"Hands" she orders, causing me to pause for a moment as my mind struggles to catch up.

"I...wha...huh?" I mutter, my mangled words coming out between heavy bouts of panting.

"Give me your hands" Jane restates, grabbing the lavender-scented soap for me. "I'm not doing everything for you" she explains, gently taking my right hand by the wrist as she dollops some of the soap into my palm.

My breath grows ever more shaky at the thought and the anticipation, the thought of touching that driving my body wild with desire. "You can do it" I think to myself, swallowing hard as I slip my hand between my thighs "You're an adult you can shower your..."

My train of thought immediately derails as I feel my fingers come into contact with a firm little nub between my legs and right about the lips of my new pussy, my back arching uncontrollably in response as I howl in pleasure. I manage to rip my hand away as my legs yet again attempt to form a vice grip around my hand, my body begging me to touch it again, to rub and lavish it until I physically can't anymore.

Whimpering and panting I tentatively return to cleaning myself, my nervous and shaky hand dancing slowly around the pleasure button I had inadvertently found as my body is filled with loathing at being teased in such a manner.

"Just a little bit wouldn't hurt" I catch myself thinking, my tongue running along my lips "Just one...maybe two more orgasms like before and I'll be thinking clearly again"

As if reading my lewd thoughts Jane reaches for the tap, her arm becoming drenched in the water streaming from up above. "Come on, one more minute" she blurts out, staring down at me as I freeze up less than an inch away from my prize.

With the threat in mind I manage to rend myself away from my lewd and playful desires, rising from the stool awkwardly as I let the water wash away the numerous soapy suds and begin to gently wash my behind. I let out a shocked gasp as I feel my new ass cheeks in my hands, the massive fatty yet surprisingly tight masses dwarfing my hands as my fingers sink into the plaiant and smackable flesh. I'm forced to bite down on my lips once more as the mere act of massaging and washing the giant rear my great Aunt had purchased for herself is enough to send my thoughts straight back to indulging in my body's pleasures. It feels almost too good, like I shouldn't be allowed to feel this way from such a simple act.

Thankfully, as I almost become consumed by the pleasure of my new ass, Jane shuts off the shower. The freezing cold of the room reaching my drenched body immediately works to snap me from my pleasure-filled stupor, my whole body shaking as I hug myself for warmth.

"There" Jane says with a chuckle, grinning a little as she looks down at my wet shivering form. "All cleaned up. Now please stand still" she requests, shuffling a little ways out of the stall before pressing a small indented metal button.

The walls around me whir to life, a blast of dry heat erupting from each of the vents in the partition as I find myself in the body equivalent of one of those hand dryers in bathroom stalls. Wanting the experience to be over, the feeling of the heated air blasting against my sensitive skin being entirely unpleasant, I set about speeding up the process.

Shifting my hands up I raise my elbows, allowing the hair to dry at my surprisingly smooth armpits as I grab the wet masses of hair around my face and neck. With the red locks in hand I try to air it out, the wavy strands turning frizzy in the dry heat bombarding them. Leaning over, a groan escaping my lips as I feel my chest dangle beneath me like the unwieldy pendulums that they are, I ruffle my hair in the hopes that this would help dry it.

Despite my best efforts, by the time the vents turn off my hair is still relatively damp. However, the rest of me feels wonderfully squeaky clean, even the dreaded sweaty space underneath the huge udders I had been saddled with.

Sighing contentedly I roll out my shoulders and my head, whipping my partially dried hair back as I tuck it behind my ears without noticing. My body is still on edge, a gnawing desire to get off plaguing my every thought in the background as I try to maintain what little composure I had left.

"It'll get...easier...right?" I ask jane nervously, my voice dripping with anxiety. "You said the...fetishes would be less severe, so..."

"Easier? Yes" Jane says in a matter-of-fact tone, making her way towards the door. "But your body isn't like your thoughts. Those delightful new desires are just at the forefront of your mind thanks to the swap, they need time to settle in as just a part of you. Your body however...that's just you now" she explains, a warm slime spreading across her lips. "But I'm sure you'll work out how to bathe without...well...taking care of business during...Unless you want to that is."

"Tu ne peux pas être sérieux!" I shout in shock, mincing after her as she moves towards the exit.

"Language" chides Jane, raising her eyebrows as I fail to catch what I was speaking.

"Merde...sorry...I mean..." I stammer and splutter, struggling to maintain the momentum from my outburst as I'm forced to repeat it.

As if eager to change the subject Jane pushes the door open, gesturing for me to leave into the hallway. "Come on Madeliene,...