Jasmine stood over me and slowly covered her breasts with her teddy. Then, she reached down below the tub and flipped a switch which caused wheels to descend next to the bear claws on the tub. A hydraulic pump was underneath, and she gave the foot petal a few steps with her heels and the tub lifted effortlessly. She then reached down into the front of her thong and withdrew a vial the color of eggplant. She sprinkled it into the tub, and I tensed.
"Oh don't worry, darling, "she said. "This is a dissolvent. In a few minutes that jello will be pure liquid and you can get out of there, although I'm not sure you would want to after that double entendre orgasm you had." She then walked to the back of the tub and began pushing it, and she aimed the tub out the door. I was still encased in the jello and my arms were restrained with the nylon ropes. As we exited the room, we came onto a vast open space. It appeared we were on the 5th or 6th floor of an internal apartment structure, with an open central rotunda. The ceiling of the rotunda stretched up to the night sky, and I stared up as she wheeled me around the open corridors. Spaced every 3 feet was a naked woman, and there was such a variety of appearances, but all were attractive. Small and large breasts, muscular legs and soft legs, and asses that were supple and asses that were firm. I felt like I was on display, being rolled around like some sort of trophy. But I looked closer, and I saw they all stood with their arms at their sides and stared off into space. All of them had black studded collars, and they didn't seem to pay any attention to me.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked. She didn't respond for quite some time, then finally gave a two word answer.
"The pool."
We got to an elevator and it took us up several levels. There we exited, and I noticed the jello was more like a clear ointment consistency and I could move my legs. My balls still ached and I couldn't even remotely close my legs as the girth of my balls prevented it, but I was glad for at least some movement. When we entered the pool area, the lights were dim, and they had a purple hue to them. There were a few women in the shallow end of the pool, and it looked like they were having a water gun fight. But as we approached, I saw there were no water guns, only milk filled breasts being fired at each other. Four or five women in the pool cupped and caressed their own massive tits and shot milk at each other, squealing when it got in their face.
We came to the hot tub area, where another group of about six women were sitting in it, all completely naked. They had full wine glasses in their hands, and they slowly turned to see what excitement Jasmine was about to start. Some of them sat up or leaned over the edge, and each of them had hanging, pendulous breasts. They looked mesmerizing, I wanted to reach out and touch them. One brunette, for fun I think, half stood out of the hot tub and had one arm under both of her tits. She then sized up the distance from where they were to the top edge of the hot tub. Once satisfied, she instantly removed her arm and let her tits drop and hit the deck. Swack! Water danced off of them and sprayed a quick mist into the air, and a few women giggled.
Jasmine stopped my tub just outside the hot tub, and told me to get out. I stood, but my legs felt like warm spaghetti so I needed to steady myself with my arms on the edge of the tub. One of her naked assistants came over and carted it away, leaving me standing there unable to cover myself or my engorged sac. Looking down, it was easily the size of a basketball, and without the buoyancy of the water, it felt just as heavy as one too. I looked to the wall of the pool and there were chains and restraints bolted into it. Jasmine, keen as ever to my gaze, gave me some words of reassurance.
"Those won't be for you, but you'll get to enjoy their utility," she playfully said.
It was steamy in the pool area, and I couldn't see completely to the other end of the pool. But I saw a group of women approaching through the fog. As they got closer, I saw a woman in the center who was restrained at each arm by the firm grip of one of Jasmine's subordinates. Low and behold, it was my wife. Her boobs were still enormous, and with each step on the moist tile they swayed as if testing her skin's ability to contain them. Her tits hung a little further than I remembered, now the bottom swell of each breast was in line with her belly button. The women who were handling her all had bountiful breasts, probably D cups for all of them if not larger. But they paled in comparison to my wife's udders. She looked tired, but when she saw Jasmine and I, her eyes awoke and she started scanning the room.
Jasmine spoke, loud enough for all to hear, including the gallery watching from the hot tub. "We are going to play a club favorite, 'Flux capacitor race.' But first we need to cleanse our female contestant. We know Phil here is clean, since he soaked in anti septic jello for the last 24 hours. Ladies, please commence."
Jasmine then disappeared and one of her accomplices stood next to me for security.
The four women surrounding my wife immediately brought her over to the chains on the wall. When my wife saw these, she started to thrash but the women were ready for this and held fast. The upper restraints looked like a very large leather bra with huge openings for her tits. They wrapped this around her chest, with a long chain attached securely to the back. Her engorged tits were thrust through the openings of the leather harness. The lower bolts were at ankle level and only had about 3 links, so she was maybe a few inches from the wall with each foot. The woman in the back then pushed her forward, and with the added slack to the "bra" restraint, my wife tipped forward and abruptly stopped at 45 degrees. She was completely helpless. Although her arms and hands weren't secured, she had nothing to grab and no leverage, so she had to lean forward.
The tallest woman of the group (who also had the most rounded ass) retrieved two buckets from the corner and brought them over. They were sudsy, and all four women reached in and grabbed wash rags and started washing my wife. Her body quickly became covered in thick, white foam, and the women enjoyed lingering on her breasts and massaging them heavily. The tall woman then went behind my wife and positioned herself directly behind her ass. She then reached around my wife with her hand and started washing her pussy. She went in circles, then up and down, while having her other hand on my wife's hip for balance. My wife's eyes were closed, and she was pursing her lips like she was exhaling smoke. At that moment Jasmine returned, now wearing a bikini thong bottom and completely topless on top. She had tassels on her nipples, and they swayed in rhythm with her steps.
"That soapy goodness is something I came up with," Jasmine boasted. "It makes all the nerves tingle and become hypersensitive. Even light touch will become erotic to her." After a few more minutes of watching my wife get washed thoroughly, Jasmine shouted for them to spray her off. One went and got a hose and opened it up. The force was significant, and my wife turned away from it as it quickly washed away the suds. She then aimed it at her pussy, and held it there. Unable to bend her knees or protect her area, my wife started bucking at the restraints but it was useless. In seconds she was orgasming, which seemed to please the woman with the hose, who then turned it off.
"Bring her to me," Jasmine commanded. My wife was then released and brought over to us. This was the closest I had seen my wife in what felt like ages, and I was nearly gawking at her swollen mammary glands and the thick veins that now criss-crossed them. She was also gawking, but at my ball sac, how it hung to nearly my knees. I looked down at the tile floor and saw that all the tiles were a light blue except for two: these were black. We were then told to sit on our black square, with our feet out in front of us but spread apart. This made my lower body in the shape of a "V", with the top of the V being my feet and the bottom of the V being my balls.
My wife assumed a similar position, and when she did our feet touched. We were facing each other with legs spread, and I had a clear view of her pussy. It was glistening and her lips were open, revealing delicate pink folds. My sac lay heavily on the tile floor, and I was glad not only for the spread eagle nature of my legs so my sac had room, but also for the floor so my heavy sac could rest on something. Our ankles were then secured to steel eyelets in the floor, and our hands were secured to these same eyelets, so we had to lean forward slightly. There was some play with these, so I could move several inches forward and back. But even so, I noticed that when I looked down, I was staring right at my cock and fluid filled balls. My wife's tits were now touching the tile in front of her, just enough so that the nipple and areola were in complete contact with the tile.
