The Bath

 The Bath

Written by IndigoCarmine with story help by Ms. Pigfreckles 

She skipped past the doorman into the lobby, heels clicking loudly on the marble floor. She felt someone watching her and glanced back in time to catch the doorman quickly look away, flustered. She stepped into the waiting elevator and giggled, snorting just a little as the doors closed. She blushed and covered her nose with her hands.

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She stepped into her spacious apartment, carefully brushed her shoes on the doormat, and stepped out of her tall designer pumps. She wrinkled her toes and lifted herself to her tiptoes to stretch her aching feet. She hung her purse on its hook by the door and then she picked up her heels and precisely placed them in their correct spot in the third row of her shoe closet, snugly amongst her other cute shoes. She took off her pale blue trench coat and hung it next, ensuring it draped just right on it’s hanger. She closed the closet and took a deep breath, it was good to finally be home. 

She padded on her stocking feet into the living room, enjoying the plush feeling of the deeply piled rug when she stepped onto it. She surveyed the room and took in the tasteful new-retro furniture, the photo canvasses of temperate rainforests and creeks, her family of leafy green houseplants, and the panoramic view of the twinkling city through her floor-to-ceiling windows. She frowned a little when she noticed her stationary bike and yoga mat in their corner, the torture devices she subjected herself to early every morning before work. But then she saw her svelte reflection in the glass and smiled; tonight was about relaxing instead of working out.

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She undressed in her large bedroom, slipping out of the sleeve of her slightly too tight pencil skirt. Untucked, she slowly undid the shiny black buttons of her white cotton blouse, leaving herself standing in her black bra, dark pantyhose, and underwear. She looked at herself in her wardrobe mirror, turning this way and that, studying herself with a critical eye. She traced the long, elegant curve of her neck, exposed by her primly professional updo, the sharp angles of her shoulders and collarbone. She examined her long lean arms, the small swell of her pert little breasts, and the flat slopes of the tummy she was sucking in. She turned around and admired her thin hips, the tight shelf of her bum, and the elegantly sweep of her slender pantyhose clad legs. It took a lot of effort to keep her body trim like this, but she couldn’t help smiling a little at the results of her hard work and discipline. She winked at her reflection, that’ll do.

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She was standing in her beautiful kitchen, snuggled in a terrycloth bathrobe, trying to decide on a snack. She frowned at the bowl of fresh fruit on her kitchen island: the bright farmers market apples and pears, the probably overripe avocados, the one sad orange. She knew she should eat something healthful and fresh, something adhering to her diet, but tonight she wanted a treat. Hadn’t she been such a good girl all day? Eaten her plain fat-free-high-protein yogurt breakfast and that kale salad for lunch; the one with the dried fruit and nuts, and that delectable truffle oil vingrette. Her stomach growled and she snuffled a little just thinking about it. But tonight didn’t she deserve to let loose a little? To maybe have a glass of wine and something tasty? To cheat just a bit? To really just relax?

Biting her lip she made up her mind. She took her bread knife and cut two thin slices of sourdough off the staling loaf on her cutting board. She popped the slices into her toaster and skipped over to the pantry where she grabbed a pair of plastic containers and returned. When the toast slices popped she placed them on a plate, giving them a chance to cool a little before she built her creation. When she judged the bread was cool enough, she opened the first jar, a cheap sugar heavy peanut butter. Using a butter knife like a trowel she slathered each slice of toast with a thick creamy layer of peanut butter, the smell making her mouth water. She grinned a toothy smile, and picked up a banana, carefully peeling it and cutting it into disks which she stuck into the peanut butter mortar on her bread. Then, feeling mischievous, she opened the second jar, her deliciously forbidden Nutella, and spooned great dollops of the chocolate hazelnut spread over her banana peanut butter toast. She licked her lips and resisted the urge to grunt. She knew this sugary monster snack was outside her regimen, but gosh darn it, she deserved it!

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She was standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom cleaning off her makeup while the bathtub cheerfully filled. She patiently removed the red lipstick from her mouth and wiped off the foundation on her cheeks, revealing the colour of her too-pink skin and the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of her cutely upturned nose. She carefully cleaned off her eyes, stripping off mascara and eye liner, and then finally reached up to remove the pins holding her hair up in its tight little bun, letting her long brown hair cascade loosely around her face. She brushed her hair back over shoulders baring her subtly pointed ears, which she wiggled just a little. She snorted and smiled at herself, admiring her slightly too sharp canine teeth. No one ever noticed, or would notice, as long as she was careful. She squished the tip of her nose up flat and blew her reflection a kiss.

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She stood next to her full bath tub, feeling the steamy heat rising from its bubbly surface. She slipped out of her robe, draping it on the heated towel rack, and then drew her hair up into a sloppy topknot. She  parked her decadent snack on the tray suspended over the water and put her big glass of rosé wine where she would be able to reach it. Finally, at last, she carefully stuck her leg over the edge of the free standing soaker tub, and gently dipped her toe in, breaking through the layers of frothy bubbles to touch the water below. She gasped a little as the not quite scalding hot water licked over her big toe, shocking her with sudden heat, just how she liked it. She slowly immersed the rest of her foot, feeling the hot water close around her foot and calf like an embrace. She stood like that for a moment, trying to judge if the water was maybe too hot, before deciding that it was probably safe or that she didn’t care enough to wait. More quickly she stepped her other foot into the steaming bath and then sat perched on the rim of the tub, both feet stewing and acclimatizing, beads of sweat beading on her shoulders and forehead. She loved this moment, the time before the plunge, when the promise of the hot bath was wrapped around her feet but the rest of her was left sweating and chill with anticipation. But her butt was getting cold and pinched, so rather ungracefully she folded her body into the tub, ass to the bottom and then leaning back to let the water spill over her legs and stomach, her chest and small breasts, and her arms and shoulders. She tipped her head back and let out a long contented sigh as the heat of the tub enveloped her completely. 

As she soaked in the hot water and breathed in the floral aromatics of her bath oils she could feel herself start to relax. Her muscles, aching from her morning workout and standing all day in heels, started to soften, to unknot themselves, braised by the heat of the tub. She felt like she was cooking, getting softer, growing boneless. She grunted and finally let herself unclench her stomach, to stop holding it in. She felt her flat stomach balloon outward, growing a cute little paunch that she squeezed in her hands. She sighed, reaching new levels of relaxation; it was nice to finally let that go. Her nose twitched at the scent of her snack and her stomach growled. She licked her large pointed teeth, now pressing against her lips, and leaned forward, aware of her gut and the heft of her swollen, floating breasts. She picked up one slice of her toast and tore into it, her tusks tearing through the crispy bread, breaking off chunks which fell into her bath. She snuffled cheerfully, unconcerned, maybe a little pleased by the mess. She smashed the rest of her snack into her mouth, smearing her snout with peanut butter and Nutella, now a flat pink wedge in her vision. She leaned back and snorted happily, felt her long floppy ears brush the hot water. She let herself relax more, felt her hot body swell bigger, and rounder. She grunted when she felt an awkward pinch, and slid her hands under the soft wide expanse of her now chubby butt and wiggled, giving her curly tail room to fit comfortably under her. She squeezed her fleshy ass in her hands and smiled a tusk filled grin, pressed and rubbed her expanded thighs together in a way that felt absolutely delicious. She reached out to pick up her wine glass, almost fumbling it with her three-fingered hands, now almost trotters with thick hooves on her finger tips. Awkwardly she managed to bring the rosé to her snout and drink a little while spilling wine over her large breasts and into the bath. She dropped the glass on the floor, unable to negotiate it’s stem, spilling the rest on the bathroom tiles. She sat up, the hard trotters of her feet scrabbling on the bathtub bottom, to reach for her second slice of toast. As she did, she could see the extra nipples sprouting down the bulge of her flabby stomach, ten sharp points including the teats on her heavy original breasts. But those could wait; food now. She snatched up the second sandwich and destroyed it, scarfing it down and snorting eagerly, crumbs raining into her bath, peanut butter and Nutella smearing her trotter-fingers and snout. She squealed a little and flopped back, splashed and wallowed a little, savouring the heat of the water. She was so big now, downright fat, and ohhhh she was getting hot in a way that had nothing to do with the water temperature. 

Snuffling, she ran her trotter hands over her soft plush body, grunted and groped her chest and the newly swelling breasts covering her belly and crotch. She felt so good, feverishly hot and relaxed and free. She slid one trotter under the rolled over fat of her belly, down along her crotch and between the squeeze of her fat thighs. She touched her pussy and oinked, bucking a bit in the water. Yes, yes this is what she wanted. Slowly she ran one wide finger along her labia, working from the back to the front, gently pressing the hard tip of her hoof against her clit. She bit the centre of her lip, framed by tusks, and snorted through her snout. Yes, yes, yes. She started to stroke herself faster, squirming at the caress of the soft surface of her hand and the contrasting smooth hardness of her hoof, enjoying the heat of the bath water and the slipperiness of the bubble bath soap. She rolled her wide hips, squeezed her hot thighs together, her free hand rubbing her slick breasts and nipples. Underneath her tail twitched and she panted and snorted, emitted little squeals. Fuck yesssss. She rubbed faster, carefully hooking one finger inside herself, feeling her hoof fingertip stretch her wide, while she brought her other hand down to rub her swollen clit with the soft soapy palm of a finger. She squealed and thrashed in the bath, water and bubbles sluicing onto the floor. She felt feverish and wild, sparkling with pleasure, on fire with need. Oh fuck, oh fuck, she was getting so close! Everything was so slippery and hot and she was so big and relaxed and oh.... Ohhhhh.... Ohhhhhhh... And she was screaming, squealing, back arched, hooves scraping the tub, as she orgasmed like the filthy hot wet piggy that she was!

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She was suddenly aware how cold the bath water had become, having basked and dozed in afterglow. She sat up, look down at herself: at her fat bloated body, it’s rows of heavy breasts, and her sheer porcine bulk. Piggy beyond anything she could hide. She snuffled happily and wallowed in the water. She knew that she would have to deal with it, hide it all away again before going back to work, but that was a problem for later. Tonight was about relaxing and enjoying herself. She snorted a giggle, tonight was about pigging out! Her stomach growled and she decided she should order a pizza. Maybe two.

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The End