Alan frowned slightly, deciding to leave the ‘lactating’ checkbox on Bob’s sheet alone for now. She was sorely tempted, but she had some other ideas to consider, and didn’t want to do too much to the new girl. She was just looking for payback for her larger bust, and a reminder not to step out of line… she didn’t want to seem like she was dumping on Bob.
Still, though, there was something that Alan had been wondering about, ever since Bob had prevented her from adding a bra to her own sheet in pen. Would something written in ink on the “clothing” section of the sheet really be unable to be removed? Now that she had somebody else to experiment on, this seemed like a perfect time to find out. As for what to write, well, that was obvious. Alan set the tip of the pen to the paper, with stiletto-heeled shoes in mind, when something else caught her eye, and she laughed out loud. That was the perfect way to keep Bob from messing with her sheet, ever again!
Alan had, for the first time, read the “skills” column, having ignored the wall of text until then. It seemed to be a rather comprehensive list of Bob’s useful skills, and, there, near the top, was written “Language: English (literacy).”
It was written in pencil.
Without hesitation, Alan turned the eraser on the word “literacy,” still giggling to herself. Her task done, Alan folded up her own character sheet, placed it into the spellbook to mark where Bob and Marjorie’s sheets were, and headed off to join the fun in the shower, leaving the book on the bed behind her.
Meanwhile, in the shower…
If there was a slight tingling in Bob’s head, she didn’t notice, as her wobbly legs finally gave out, and she fell gasping to her knees, face-to-face with a grinning Marjorie. The reason for that was simple: she had just experienced her third orgasm in slightly over an hour of girlhood, and it had proved too much for her to handle. So, when the larger woman reached out to once again caress her perky breasts, Bob grabbed her hands. “Please, Marjorie… Multiple orgasms are great, but I’m spent. I just want to finish my shower in peace.”
“Are you sure about that, Bobbie?” the maid asked, her eyes focused on Bob’s chest. You seem to be advertising otherwise.”
Bob didn’t need to follow her gaze to know what the maid was talking about. Despite her drained arousal, her nipples were still so hard that they were beginning to ache in a strangely pleasurable way that she couldn’t fully ignore. She leaned back slightly, to place her chest more fully in the shower’s spray, hoping that the warm water would help them relax, unwittingly displaying her charms more fully to her shower-mate. “No, really, I’ve had enough. I can’t go anymore. I’m sure they’ll get the message and soften soon… just go out and play with Alan if you’re still horny.” Bob’s words were broken by several small gasps, as a few drops of water made direct contact with her firm nubs, each sending a fiery bolt of arousal to her vagina, where, true to her words, they failed to kindle any flames.
“Well, if you’re sure” Marjorie pouted as she stood up. “I just wanted to cheer you up!” As she slid the steamy shower door open, the door into the bathroom also swung open…
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