Awash in a Splash

~ II ~

Filling the Bowl

Wallflower found it harder to go from feeling all eyes on here. Maybe that wasn't a fair assessment—since there were only two more in the room—but the feeling was the same. Her naked body felt watched as she shifted on the toilet seat.

"C'mon." That voice. Soft and sweet and teasing. Infusion of the three making it harder for her to pee. "Going to keep me waiting in suspense? You can do it. Give a little yellow stream for me?" Sunset's bare bottom squeaked across the side of the bathtub, its sound, closer. "Not so hard in letting it hard. Don't imagine I'm here. It's not like you're soaking your panties or something, right?"

Wallflower whimpered. Trickles of a current striking against porcelain. It slid down in a thin ravine into the body of water, a splashing that was soft, sounding, throughout the room. Her cheeks burning.

"There we go! Little burst—but we're getting somewhere." Wallflower opened her eyes to the view of the naked girl, standing before her, a hand on her hip—pushing it left. She smiled sweetly upon lowering herself. "But if you don't mind... this room is getting cold. Need something to warm my fingers up a bit."

What had she meant by that? The answer revealed in Sunset swinging her legs over Wallflower's own, sitting on the further reaches of her thighs. The pressure was soft and applied to the tension tucked behind her crotch. The feeling of that place expanding, needing release, building in size.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Sunset leaned in above and kisses her forehead, the act flooding relief through a tensed body. It filtered to the pressure and released some of the streams. "Pee for me." She giggled down into Wallflower's ear. "Sounds a little strange to say—but that's what I want for you to do. Pee. Let it all be free. Douse these little fingers of mine."

Wallflower couldn't keep restrain in on the sensations that followed. Those talked-about fingers trailed across the tautness her belly, soft circles stroked where the pressure was the worst, a dam, cracking, from the pleasures. Then they dipped down, all the way so, stroking the top of her slit in a swipe downward.

Which allowed for everything to come.

Wallflower shuddered on closing her thighs the best she could, feeling the current break from her depths, unleashed, a feeling of freshness spreading over her form. The warmth of yellow splashed outward as the tension behind it faded with the seconds. Worst and best, however, were the sounds.

She jerked her head down to the view between their chests and bodies, seeing, far below, that sunny hand posed below her crotch. Warm currents of lemon washed over the fingers, dousing them in the smell of urine, each wiggling to cover every inch of their skin.

"How does it feel to peeing on my hand right now? Getting my fingers nice and warm and wet and sticky as you let it go aaaaallll over them? They'll smell like you for a week." Sunset giggled as her own body shifted, a feeling of release coming soon. "Unique scent of you few others will ever know. Never come to think about it often, do we? None else will ever see or smell what comes in these little private acts—but that's what gets you off, doesn't it?"

Sunset's words were followed by a current of her own, another stream from her folds down below, striking and flushing down the emerald crotch, tufts of pubic hair dampening with the liquid. The heat of the stream nearly burned at Wallflower's folds as she whimpered and wiggled her head upward in utter delight.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of." Hands crossed and wrapped and hugged around her slender frame, catching Wallflower in surprise, feeling the head press on her shoulders. Her own fell onto its side, nuzzling it, seeking comfort. "Peeing on another girl... has never been a fascination of mine. But I can see the appeal of it. That, and making you happy."

Wallflower's lips wobbled as the jointed heat between her legs lessened. Pressures were gone from her crotch, but warmth lingered in affected skin and remaining droplets, leaving a sense of satisfaction.

"But I guess... since you've held your side of the bargain... that I..." Sunset planted her face into the silky-green shoulder, its smoothness reminiscent of cream, a smell of coconut relaxing on the mind. That, and the other aroma rising. "It's been a really long time since I've last used magic. W-When this is done, I-I should... be on your thigh."

Wallflower's eyes widened on inching past the shoulders of the girl, seeing a thin aura of white surrounding Sunset's form, brightening and dwindling and contracting, the weight on her thighs lessening as the pleasant pressure was relieved.

The glow surrounding the woman became smaller and smaller, dropping from her shoulders and beneath the mass of her bust, round breasts wobbling from the slightest of movements. Her eyes watched the effect of the girl, that was, until it reduced.

And there she was. Hard to see enough to garner a lean forward and the squinting of eyes. Standing on the expanse of thigh like a curved land of creamy delight. So tiny and small and struggling to walk around—feet sinking into the warm squishiness.

How did Wallflower appear to her now? Thighs spanning a road leading into the vertical rise of her stomach, high into the sky were breasts became clouds, that monolithic face in space, hazy and blurry from size and distance—gazing down at her diminutive form.

Then the adorableness set in.

"OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE SOOOOOOOO CUTE!" Wallflower reached her hands downward and clasped them on the trip, having scoop them beneath the tiny. Feeling her frame clattered onto the join palms, they rose, reaching to before her face. "You're all so adorable! Tiny and small and naked! I just wanna gobble you up and swallow you whole!"

Gazing into the expanse of the palm show the tiny girl sitting back, elated from a clump of skin, sinking into it. That small face looked up at her, hints of sweetness and a smile—maybe a little fear all things considering.

Wallflower pushed her palm into her cheek, rubbing against it vertically, feeling the protrusion sink into its softness. Feeling the strokes of something tiny and small dominated by something like her cheek was a new pleasure all together. But her mind wasn't in that type of a space.

"I'm going to protect you forever like this! You can rise in my shoulders or hide out in my bra! Keep inside my underwear if you want to totally be safe about things." Wallflower lost self-consciousness in being giving this cute thing of life. Getting to keep and protect and all that rendered shame a non-existent thing. "We're going to have so much fun together! You can play in my food, or do battle with my fingers! You could try using one of my controllers at this size and see how well you can play! Oh my!" She drew her palms back. "This is going to be so much fun!"

And tilted them forward by mistake.

Wallflower wasn't aware until feeling the minuscule weight fall across her palm, sliding over the edge and crashing through the air, stiffening and leaning to watch. The pebble of orange smacked into her breast, which swallowed and jiggled away the momentum. Due to its slope, however, caused the tiny to slide, on her stomach, down its shape.

Wallflower reached a hand to grasp the tiny girl from her boob, the swat coming in too late as Sunset shot over the edge, coming, in a grip, to grab her tit. Suddenly it was clenched and hung from, the stimulus rocking her head back, a flick to her frame, causing her rack to wobble away.

Sunset lost her hold on the nipple and fell, seconds passing until the next crash—right into the stomach below. The titanic frame, to her, had leaned back to catch her fall. But sliding down the runway of emerald skin as, far below, the colossal thighs sprawled into the distance—the rim of the seat obscuring the world beyond it.

By the time Wallflower sent her hands to catch the poor girl borne for a course down her frame—it was already too late. The tiny blew across the crotch, little tickles causing giant quivers, the instinctual closing of legs.

Sunset had been forced through the towering strands of hair, damp and thickened by piss, the baking scent of urine absorbed into her skin. The smell born of the giant and herself from a session merely moments prior. The foliage slowed her speed as two rolled mounds rose on the sides, the slit between him... being her direction.

Wallflower madly blushed and fought the swirling in her tummy, hands in the air, fingers curling, unsure of their next act. Catching her girlfriend tucked within the folds of her pussy hadn't been the end intent of all this. Much less feeling the sliding slow lower and deeper into her cunt.

Where a last bout of revilement had lingered.

Wallflower could feel the tiny had stopped, now hugged by the folds and kept within the depths of her privates, wiggling, waiting to be retrieved. Those tickles on sensitives places evoked something building behind it all. In the seconds that came, she could feel the tiny face gazing within her pussy, the quivering hole of smallness.

Until a torrent of gold broke into the open, the last amount of pee set free, blasting into Sunset, pushing her out from the cunny. Carried within the yellow waves and splashed into the smoothness of whiteness of the sloped wall—sliding down that, too, in a series of squeaking.

Then a final splash broke.

Wallflower swallowed deeply as the final bout of her release finished, aware of how she'd pissed over the miniature form of her girlfriend. In daring to look downward, her thighs came apart and, in the space between, revealed the dot of gold among the sea of yellow.

Sunset Shimmer was treading the waters of her urine from the shallow side of the bowl, looking up at her the same, the gigantic bottom of supple cheeks an eclipse, the spanning of plush thighs blocking most sight. She could barely be seen over the massive expansion of the breasts hanging out.

Sunset hadn't minded the kink or the shrink, the fall across softness rather pleasant, a treatment of a tiny creature needing the big girl's protection... something touching her deeply. Being cuddled into a cheek rendered a playground a hidden delight. Being handled from Wallflower wasn't all that bad.

Even in treading the pool of yellow, the view the sky above, contained by the toilet seat, was obstructed by the cheeks of green tucked tightly together. Or the thighs constructed like bridges going across. Or the delightful crotch above constantly threatening another good time.

After being scooped out and apologize to a hundred ways at a thousand speed from quivering lips endlessly kissing her—Sunset found immersion in the fetish. There was something about swimming around a sea of urine drawn from the giant pussy above, knowing it all was made and came from her, stature rising high, locking her in such a place.

Was it humiliation? Maybe a slice of it. Knowing that Wallflower could bear a smug expression as the little one swam laps in the toilet beneath her, sometimes a sporadic waterfall cascading from above, the water-level rising, drastically, each time.

The warmth of the waters and the stinging smell uniquely Wallflower doing tricks on its own.

Those hands had scooped her from the depths of the bowl and into the sink, cold tunnel flowing downward, the palm possessing her, diving under and into a harsh clean. Green fingertips rubbed across her body to help wash the skin. Soft pressures were enjoyable in their own way.

"I am so, so so so, so so sorry."

That apology again.

The palm hovered out from the tap as the other closed the vale, the first laying flat on the counter, which Sunset stepped down onto. It spanned a squeaky white expanse that curbed upward at the edges. Beyond them loomed the delightfully-tight middle of a stomach, which spanned ever upward, a craning of neck required to spot the beautiful face of the messy-hair girl.

Sunset let her head fall to the left, and her eyes to her feet on white, debating about the experience. Her perversion stole a glance at that wonderful groin, the folds retreated, the depths of that cunny known about. Tucked in there before that hole—blasted from another woman peeing.

Such an act of power that aroused her.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Somehow her voice carried up to the giant, who shifted in place, dull thuds breaking out, a swaying of the hips to the left. Wallflower's tremendous lips quivered in thought and, knowing not the play around the question, shook her head in dips barely seen.

"How would you feel about... maybe trying it again?"

Both of their hearts thundered at the idea.

Few days had passed, enough for the new dynamic to be felt, tensions in their hearts faded—at least to branch the latest act. Sunset stood in the middle of the green bowl as it quivered around, her feet dancing around its smooth surface—all while the thunderous thuds and cracks roared from the great beyond.

Above the rim of the bowl peeked the face of Wallflower, hair still a mess and eyes fighting to see inside the container. Every time they locked eyes she'd look away. It must have been hard knowing what came next. Something she got off to brought her shame.

But Sunset wasn't going to allow it to keep that way.

Rather she was grateful for when the bowl sometimes lowered, granted a peek at those green mounds that jostled after every step, a great crashing as the giant consumed the background view of the word. Soon enough, they were in the living room.

Sunset's stomach suddenly swirled as the bowl was lowered to the floor, the titan bent forward upon placing it on the ground, her breasts appearing beyond the rim of the container, the view of her stomach following through—crotch too.

Sunset was jostled around the bowl in a series of steps in feeling the momentum leave it, the item finally laid on the carpeted flow, unable to see any of it due to the sloped walls of green. She peered upward to the looming black castle being her couch in the distance.

A sight, obstructed, from the giant coming in front of it, squatting to the lowering of her frame, presenting the cliff of her crotch over the rim. It consumed Sunset's view as the fear of seeing such size so suddenly scampered her backward, falling on her ass and crawling a few feet—unable to go past the curved wall of smoothness.

And in looking up, far across the body and forced to lay her head into the ground to see fully up, she saw Wallflower's worried expression. Cheeks pink and swallows constant. Wanting this yet fearing it. Shame for getting off to all this.

"Are you really sure you went to go through with this?" Wallflower's voice echoed from above and, from there, her hand descended from the sky. Its mass settled on her mounds, stroking them both, each one sliding closer inward. "Because I'm... I'm happy you're willing to go through this for me. B-But soaking you in a bowl as I let go? Something about it..."

"Sounds strangely awesome?"

Wallflower's massive head considerably shook. "No! You're going to get hit with my pee! It'll drown you and the water will keep rising and... and..."

"And all of that sounds really good to you right now? Getting to pee in a bowl with your miniature girlfriend in it? Dousing me in your urine, drowning me in a bowl full of you, it cleaning my skin and absorbed into my hair?"

Wallflower whimpered from above.

"Hovering your pussy like that, with me stuck in this bowl, unable to get out." Sunset allowed herself to stand up and walk to the center of it all, eyes set on the cosmic crotch always looming above. "Knowing the only way out is for this to overflow. To swim over the edge because you peed so much over me. You have to go, don't you?"

Those thighs blocking the sides swung, then, side by side, softness crashing to sounds erupting, an effect slowed but never ceasing. Sunset smirked as, despite her size, some power was about her. "Don't you want to take that other hand of yours and rub it over your underbelly? Feeling the concretion of everything built up. Don't you want to let it go? For the pressure to be gone? Letting it be free as you sigh in relief?"

Another hand rose from the ground and did as told, stroking circles in the span below the belly button, sometimes pressing enough to sink into the skin. Mummers cascaded from above as the hips flicked softly forward and back.

Sunset herself prepared for the coming tides, sensing the swirling and crashing of waved beneath the distant skin, sloshing together in the cavity, waiting for its release. Knowing she was going to be there for the start of it. That this other girl towered before her, crouched over a bowl, ready to piss a full bladder and gush her out from the pot.

Or maybe she'd be left to swim.

"This will just be a shower for me, y' know." Sunset raised her hands into the air in entering a tub, those seconds of nakedness before the water struck. "Your gorgeous pussy raining droplets on my body. Filling all of this up for a nice bath. Wouldn't you like to join me after?"

Another whimper.

"That would be nice, wouldn't it, shrinking down to a bowl full of your expulsions." Sunset's hands slide down the sides of her bust, the warm skin rendered squishy from the fainted pleasure, feeling her palms go down her sides. "Both of us swimming in it after the fact. It's smell always around us. Always a turn on. You could repay the favour by swimming under and going down—you've always got me in a mood by being you."

Another whimper.

Followed by the storm.