Original Description:
Bathia is making ready for her third bath after her second lunch. The dry heat is never good for good for a sphinx (according to Bathia who sure know that sphinxes are well build for the desert and desolate landscapes). Despite of fountains there cold and moisturizes the air, its never enough for her. Plus it makes a great excuse to rinse any leftover food there sank between her fat rolls.
She steps into the room with a little mint green slave. Skinny and short compared to her gigantic proportions. She already knew he is a prankster, but she means she can handle him with her mind control. Little she know that he just acts like he is in her powers. Before the bath will get started she demands him to massage and touch her belly, to please her.
“Mmm.. thats right. Keep going, little frog.” demands Bathia as she looks on her hand. Checking her nails and their smooth glance.
“As you wish, my lord’” answered Garry as his small body lifted and massaged the many kg’s of fat around, with his head close into it. Listing to the stomach work. Trying to hide his smirk face under her breasts where she could not see him. Perhaps he planned something with her bath oils?