"Hold on I feel a little funny, I'm heading to the bathroom." The blonde said
Every step felt like an earthquake inside of your fleshy prison, but the longer you are in it, the more you can tolerate it. If you're not careful, you will soon be enjoying it!
But then you feel her take off her bikini bottoms and sit down, on presumably a toilet. "Whatever's in there, you need to come out." she said as she started to push and soon enough you popped out and quickly reformed. "Oh my gosh!" She said "I'm so sorry, I..."
"It's fine," you said
"What are we going to do?" she asked, you seemed to have lost you swimming trunks.
"Well I need washing first..." you said. So she walked you into a private shower.
"I can do it on my own." you said
"I would hate to lose you again, I also think you're going to need quite a scrub." she said as she started scrubbing you down to remove all her shit.
"By the way, I'm Chelsea" she said
"I'm Jack" you said "What are we going to do about my lost swimming trunks?"
"Well, I've had an idea." Chelsea said "Well a couple of ideas. We're going to have to hide you and that's the problem. I doubt you want to go back up my anus so I could either hide you in my cleavage or I could mould you into something."
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