"Nnngh… Feels… so full…" Angela groaned, carefully straightening up, one hand protectively cradling her lower belly where the sloshing water visibly distended her abdomen.
Vivian stepped closer, placing her hand gently over Angela's, feeling the strange, shifting tension beneath the skin. "Are you sure it wasn't too much?" she asked, a flicker of genuine concern mixing with her fascination.
Angela gave her a mock glare. "And whose fault is that, filling the bulb to the brim?" Then she softened. "No, it's okay. Feels… different. Like… cool waves moving inside." A thoughtful pause. "Wanna try it later?" Having crossed so many lines already, Angela felt a strange sense of liberation. Inhibitions were dissolving. If this was their new normal, might as well explore it fully. Plus, the idea of initiating her… husband… into this particular activity held a certain appeal. A reversal of roles.
Vivian hesitated. "…Okay… Kinda scared, though."
Angela chuckled softly, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Don't worry, Husband. Wife will be… very gentle…"
"Okay," Vivian agreed, swallowing nervously.
They waited in companionable silence for a few minutes, Angela occasionally rubbing her slightly bloated belly. "Alright," she finally announced, shifting uncomfortably. "Okay, Mommy can't hold it much longer." She started to turn towards the toilet.
"Nope!" Vivian intercepted her quickly, wrapping her arms around Angela's waist and spinning her around so her back was to Vivian again.
"Vivi? What—?"
Before Angela could protest further, Vivian gently pushed her back into the bent-over position, bracing her against the sink. Then, Vivian reached down, fingers closing around the jeweled base of the glass plug still nestled firmly in Angela's anus.
"Wait—!"
Plop! With a swift, practiced tug, Vivian removed the plug. Immediately, a powerful jet of warm water erupted from Angela's body.
"Vivi! Get back! Move!" Angela cried out instinctively.
"No! It's okay, Mommy! Let it all out! Give it all to Daughter…" Vivian held Angela firmly from behind, positioning her own body directly in the path of the forceful stream. The warm liquid slammed against her bare abdomen and thighs, surprisingly strong. A bizarre thrill shot through her. Wanting to intensify the experience, wanting to be part of the release, Vivian let her penis manifest, plunging it smoothly into Angela's wet, momentarily unguarded vagina as the anal expulsion continued. No thrusting, just… presence. She could feel the vibrations of Angela's internal contractions against her shaft.
"Ngh… Ahhh!" Overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensations – the relief of release, the unexpected penetration, the sheer intimacy of Vivian holding her, absorbing her bodily fluids – Angela abandoned all resistance. She deliberately clenched her abdominal muscles, increasing the force of the watery expulsion. Vivian moaned softly, one hand rubbing circles on Angela's spasming belly, the other gripping her hip. "Yes… Wife… Give it to me… All of it…"
The forceful stream continued for nearly thirty seconds before finally slowing, then stopping.
"Hoo… haah…" Angela sagged against Vivian, utterly spent, panting heavily.
Vivian slowly withdrew her penis, then gently turned Angela around to face her, kissing her softly. "Mommy," she murmured against her lips, "did that feel good?"
"Hoo… Yes…" Angela breathed, eyes still hazy. "So… intense… Stimulating… I think… I think I came… a little…" A faint flush confirmed her words. Sure enough, Vivian felt the system register another point. Intimacy level increased.
Once Angela regained her composure, a wicked glint appeared in her eyes. She leaned close, pinching Vivian's cheek playfully. "Alright, Husband… your turn… Wife promises to be gentle…" she purred, echoing Vivian's earlier words.
Vivian felt a jolt of nervous anticipation but nodded gamely. "Okay."
Smack! Angela delivered a firm swat to Vivian's backside. "Assume the position."
"Wait!" Vivian protested. "Let me… you know… clean out the pipes first? By myself?"
Angela tutted playfully. "Honestly, Vivi. I'm your mother. I changed your diapers. You think a little poop scares me after what we've done?"
"But…"
"Shh," Angela whispered, leaning close to Vivian's ear. "Husband… It's okay. Mommy will be super gentle. Nothing to fear."
"Okay… Let's do it… Wait!"
"Now what?" Angela asked, amused.
"Gotta poop first," Vivian mumbled, face flaming red.
Angela burst out laughing. "Pfft… Hahaha! So the little perv gets performance anxiety?"
"No!" Vivian protested, mortified. "It's just… since I can control my body… I want to make sure… everything is totally clean first! I know you don't mind, but… still…"
Seeing Vivian's genuine embarrassment, Angela softened. "Okay, okay, sweetie. Go ahead. Do your business."
Blushing furiously under Angela's amused gaze, Vivian sat on the toilet and concentrated, willing her bowels to evacuate completely. The sounds of plopping and faint flatulence filled the small room, making Vivian wish the floor would swallow her whole. Even with her adaptability, some human embarrassments lingered. Especially with her mother watching, arms crossed, smirking. After flushing, she meticulously wiped herself – more out of habit than necessity, as her internal control ensured perfect cleanliness.
Standing up, face still red, Vivian faced Angela. "There. Done."
"Good girl. Come here then," Angela beckoned.
"Just… quick rinse first," Vivian muttered, quickly stepping into the shower for a fast wash.
Finally ready, she adopted the same vulnerable position Angela had held moments before, bending over the sink. Vivian remained in her adult form; they'd implicitly agreed that unless specifically needed, the mature body felt more… appropriate for these activities now. Seeing her daughter mimicking her earlier pose sent a jolt of possessive, dominant energy through Angela. Payback time, indeed. She knelt down behind Vivian. Her daughter's perfect, pink vulva and tightly closed anus were presented beautifully. Copying Vivian's earlier move, Angela leaned forward and pressed a kiss directly onto the smooth flesh of Vivian's backside.
"Mmm…" Vivian sighed, melting into the touch, trying to embrace the vulnerability. Then came the tongue, gently probing, licking.
"Ah… Mommy… feels… good…"
Angela couldn't speak, tongue occupied, but hummed in response. She took her time, gently exploring, teasing, until she felt Vivian fully relax beneath her ministrations. Then, she reached for the cleaned enema bulb and applicator. The process mirrored Vivian's earlier actions – gentle insertion, slow infusion of the warm saline. Vivian tolerated it well, finding the sensation strange but not unpleasant. The only truly weird part was when Angela retrieved the same glass butt plug and began to slowly, carefully insert it.
A jolt of déjà vu hit Vivian. George… his past life… a brief, experimental encounter with a stunningly convincing ladyboy in Bangkok… curiosity had led him to let her peg him once, heavily lubricated and with a condom, just to see what it felt like. It hadn't been painful, just… pressure. So the plug itself wasn't frightening. Uncomfortable, yes, but Angela's expert touch – theoretical knowledge meeting gentle practice – prevented any real pain. Trust was key.
After a few minutes of letting the liquid settle, Angela spoke softly. "Okay, sweetie, almost time." Learning from Vivian's move, she gave no further warning, simply grasped the jeweled base and pulled the plug out with a smooth, quick motion.
"Ah! Oh!... Whoosh!..." Vivian gasped as the warm water surged out of her uncontrollably, the feeling surprisingly… relieving. Intense, but clean. The water ran clear, proving her internal cleansing had been effective.
Angela quickly cleaned up the equipment, storing everything back in its designated place in the secret playroom. They showered together again, quickly and efficiently this time, before heading back towards the bedrooms. Angela automatically turned towards her own room, but Vivian gently tugged her hand in the other direction. "Let's go to the playroom, Wife."
That room, secretly expanded by merging it with an adjacent storage space, had become Vivian's preferred name for it: The Funhouse. Angela sometimes slept there herself on the large round bed when she wanted solitude (or used to, before Vivian). It felt like their special sanctuary now.
Entering the dimly lit 'Funhouse', both still naked from the shower, Vivian led Angela directly to the large, circular bed in the center – one of Angela's company prototypes, easily big enough for four or five people. They sat facing each other, cross-legged in the middle of the vast mattress. Vivian took both of Angela's hands, looking deeply into her eyes, her expression suddenly serious.
"Mommy," she began softly, her voice losing its usual teasing edge. "From now on… you really are my Wife. Mine. And I'm your Husband. Can we… can we agree on that? Fully? No more holding back, no more pretending this isn't real? Can we just… be this? Together? Openly, at least between ourselves?"