If you’re reading this, this is a beta version of the story, though it is essentially finished. If this page disappears, that means it’s been officially posted. Check the Interconnected Writing stories, and you should find it there.

This will be added to the end of chapter 2 in the final release. Thank you for your patience, and if you see any fixes that should be made, please let me know.

With the round trip complete to break in the new wheels (and thank the lord, that wheel on the far right corner had been making so much noise!), Elise and Farah returned to the room and promptly realized that they had abandoned most of Elise’s morning routine in all the chaos. Now that there was some return to normality for them, it was time to make up for the missed items on the list.

First, and most vital in Elise’s mind, was her shower. Farah went off to get things warmed up while Elise picked out her outfit for the day- it didn’t have that much more coverage than what she was currently wearing, but it’s not like she could have physically worn too much on her upper body. She wheeled herself into her bathroom and around to her ‘shower wall’, her breasts acting as a makeshift curtain.

Farah had thrown on her waterproof poncho and readied her cleaning supplies. “Elise,” she called up and over the hyper’s breasts, “you ready?”

“Almost,” Elise called back. After locking the wheels on her cart, she slipped off her shorts and underwear, stashing them and her fresh clothes in the small waterproof cabinet behind her. “Alright, I’m ready.” She turned around as best she could and turned on the water for her shower.

As the water began to spray out of the shower head above Elise, Farah’s movable shower head began spraying the similarly warm water. Farah started up some light conversation- Elise had to admit that she liked having it keep the awkwardness down. “Are you ready for tomorrow’s social event? I heard that just over half the building will be attending.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” She squeezed some liquid soap into her hands and began lathering herself up.

“…‘Don’t remind you’? Elise, you agreed to this!” Farah began her arduous task of rinsing and lathering the wide expanses Elise’s gigantic breasts. “You and Hannah both agreed to host part of the event in your rooms. You’re barely having to do anything, the assistants will take care of practically everything.”

“Still.” When she first found out that she needed another person’s help to clean herself, she’d been embarrassed, and the first time an assistant stepped into her oversized shower, she was mortified. But now, it was just… par for the course. On one hand, she did eventually get used to it, but she also found it incredibly useful when her breasts got large enough to fully hide her privates. “I don’t want anyone disturbing my hobby setups.”

“Don’t worry,” Farah started making quick work cleaning the outside curves of Elise’s breasts, “we’ll be able to move the delicate stuff into another room and make sure that no one bothers it. Besides, almost everyone here is conscientious enough not to be too rough with someone else’s stuff.”

“Does that include people accidentally bumping their tits into stuff?”

“We’re leaving it up to you to decide what’s important and what’s not; the attendants and I will move it all out of the way.”

“Mmn.” Elise sounded somewhat unconvinced, but she didn’t raise any complaint- partially because Farah was about to move on to something dangerous, and she didn’t want to embarrass herself. Not when she was fully naked in front of her anyway.

While Farah had put off cleaning it as long as possible, she needed to deal a particular delicate area eventually- Elise’s nipples and areolae. She tried scrubbing the rosy skin on Elise’s right before things got too messy, only to see the sud-heavy runoff begin to take on a stronger cloudy white color. After giving it one last quick rinse, she hurried over to work on the other side. To her chagrin, she found Elise’s milk had welled up even faster than the other side.

On the other side of the mountains of breast, Elise put a hold on her shower. She winced as Farah scrubbed her extremely sensitive nipples- just working with her areolae was enough to get her going, which, unfortunately, her body was very much getting worked up. Part of her imagined that since her breasts didn’t get much human interaction, they got all the more eager to act when the chance came up. Even when Elise’s nipples were getting rinsed off, she couldn’t help but shudder as the electric arcs lit up her body.

The process repeated itself as Farah washed Elise’s other side, but her body was ready this time- she couldn’t do anything but sit there and feel her tits lazily gush milk as she felt the arousal grind itself deeper into her body. She bit back a whimper as Farah told her she was almost done up front.

After a few long moments, the sensations faded on her left side as Farah started washing the less sensitive areas of Elise’s breasts. No longer enthralled by the sensations and no longer worrying about embarrassing herself in front of Farah, Elise released her breath and un-tensed her fingers, slowly resuming her shower. She could only hope that there wasn’t much of a blush for Farah to notice.

After another minute or so, Elise felt Farah start reaching the close curves of her breasts. The two of them had gotten the timing worked out by now, and she was usually ready to go by the time Farah was about to hand things over. With a few last sweeps of the soap-soaked sprayer in Farah’s hand, she turned down the output and handed it over, reaching around the wide curves of Elise’s breasts to preserve her privacy.

From here, the process was a quick one. Elise washed the surface of her breasts that she could reach, and Farah retraced her steps, drying the same skin she’d scrubbed minutes before. Farah finished first, and with a quick check that she could finish things out, almost like a formality, Farah went out to the living room to tidy a few things up. Elise finished her shower on her own time, taking as long as she needed to finish drying herself off and dressing herself.

Unlocking the wheels of her cart, she pushed against her breasts and started wheeling herself to the living room. A few moments of dread opened up in her stomach- something told her she was going to regret something about tomorrow.