It felt like the showerhead was spitting out icicles instead of water. Andrea couldn't help but scream as the sensitive new skin of her breasts was pelted with an unrelenting barrage of hail. Flinching, she retreated as far as she could but couldn't escape the frigid water.
"Andrea?" Her shriek had attracted Jessica's attention. Her frantic voice was getting closer to the bathroom door. "Are you OK? Do you need help?" The door handle shook, bit it was locked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but how do you get the hot water working?"
"Well in the winter it takes awhile to warm up. Just hang in there." Jess was chuckling by this point. "You had me worried there for a bit. Do you know how hard it is for me to run through the house in the dark?"
Andrea couldn't tell if the mental image of her busty friend jiggling down the hallway or the cold water was the cause, but her nipples were standing at attention. Each drop of water they were struck with caused a small gasp to escape from her lips. She hoped her friend outside couldn't hear.
If she did she didn't give any indication. "If you need anything just holler, I'll be in the other room."
"Okay, thanks!" Andrea didn't say anything, but she actually could use some help. Maybe a team of horses would be able to separate her from her jeans. Well it was unfair to blame the jeans, they had just remained the same size while she grew. Now they were intolerable. She could barely bend her knees, and they were slowly cutting off circulation to her feet.
It took her awhile to realize that the water was steadily warming up. She stepped back under the spray. The shower would rejuvenate her, and hopefully the fabric of her jeans would relax enough that she would be able to shed them.
If that didn't work she had spotted a bottle of baby oil that should do the trick.
"Andrea?" Her shriek had attracted Jessica's attention. Her frantic voice was getting closer to the bathroom door. "Are you OK? Do you need help?" The door handle shook, bit it was locked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but how do you get the hot water working?"
"Well in the winter it takes awhile to warm up. Just hang in there." Jess was chuckling by this point. "You had me worried there for a bit. Do you know how hard it is for me to run through the house in the dark?"
Andrea couldn't tell if the mental image of her busty friend jiggling down the hallway or the cold water was the cause, but her nipples were standing at attention. Each drop of water they were struck with caused a small gasp to escape from her lips. She hoped her friend outside couldn't hear.
If she did she didn't give any indication. "If you need anything just holler, I'll be in the other room."
"Okay, thanks!" Andrea didn't say anything, but she actually could use some help. Maybe a team of horses would be able to separate her from her jeans. Well it was unfair to blame the jeans, they had just remained the same size while she grew. Now they were intolerable. She could barely bend her knees, and they were slowly cutting off circulation to her feet.
It took her awhile to realize that the water was steadily warming up. She stepped back under the spray. The shower would rejuvenate her, and hopefully the fabric of her jeans would relax enough that she would be able to shed them.
If that didn't work she had spotted a bottle of baby oil that should do the trick.