#bath scrubbies

[shadesofmauve]

Great news, everyone! Krogan fit in the shower! \o/

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Rawhide Scrubby Buddy (he is so cute!!!)

1990s

Found on Ebay, user kimscottage

[kaliracrafts]

face scrubbies

Okay, gotta be real - washcloths are a great way to practise new stitches, but also I looove the feel of washing (myself, but like, in general I guess; I have kitchen ones too) with them.

These are not washcloths, but they are for the washing of self with lovely feeling (and super soft) cotton.

. . .also, possibly weirdly, they're the easiest in-the-round project I've ever worked on to keep count.

(There's a magic ring, first round, second round is of course two stitches in every stitch, and after that the next two rounds, pattern includes working puff stitches or working into puff stitches, which are unmistakable, and the final one is even easier.)

The pattern I used (with a few small tweaks) is available for free.

I've been working them while watching movies, honestly. XD And I have the pattern in my head now. (Though there's another one or few patterns for round face scrubbies I'll try too.)

Actually these were the first time I tried puff stitches, too - not a fan at first, but after one and a half of these I figured out what I was doing that was making it harder than necessary and also got used to the process.

I also added finger bands to some of them, which is not in any of the patterns I've seen, but does make it easier to handle such things while using them.

I'm using thicket stitch, at the moment, though with a three stitch wide band it's not really given space to shine.

. . .oh and I sized up my hook; I like the feel of the weave better with the H/5mm I'm using now, considering the yarn I'm using.

Every one of them I make now is almost identical in size and weight/amount of yarn (allowing for the ones with a finger band using more yarn, obviously), which is also rather neat, I think.

I might keep/make more for myself, perhaps, but I'm planning to take a flurry of them with me to the market, of course.

(Project on Ravelry)

[thecrochetcrowd]

Crochet Scrubby Bath Pouf + Tutorial

Scrubby Bath Pouf The Crochet Bath Pouf is super quick and easy to crochet. Even with Red Heart Scrubby, fast to follow to finish. This is actually a long row that consists of 100 stitches after the first row. In row 2, we are creating loops in which the hanging chain is fed through to form the pouf. I would strongly suggest for the hanging chain to be 100% cotton-like Bernat Handicrafter, Lily…

[melucrochet]

Jungle Hex Crochet Bathroom Collection by Melu Crochet

[teaboot]

why should i use shower scrubbers instead of just washing with me hands

The flat smooth skin of your palms and fingertips isn't super great at lathering or scrubbing, and while it may be okay for washing small areas, it's a much slower and less effective process than just having a washcloth.

Your fingernails might scratch dead skin and dirt off pretty well, but your fingernails hold onto dirt and fungus, and using your nails to scrub yourself can transport that nasty shit to other parts of your body, especially if you're giving yourself microabrasians or scratch-scrubbing too hard.

Watching yourself with your nails would admittedly be much more hygienic if your nails were cleaned of these things first, but if you're going to do THAT, you'll need something to wash under your nails with. Like, say... a scrubber. And at that point you've already brought a scrubber into the equation.

If you ONLY use your hands to wash, then you have resigned yourself to either washing your ass and genitals DEAD LAST or you're washing your only human face with your butt scrubbing hands and that's between you and your god

Warm wet scrubby feel good on face, good on skin. Get a nice warm soapy massage all over? Love me that shit

Scrubber go in laundry, get nice and clean, fresh for next time

Idk about anyone else but if I go to someone's house and use their bathroom and see they got face towel and bath towel separate AND some kinda loofah or scrubby or lil scratchy shower towel out for themselves then that is a Green Flag. I trust you with a baby and I trust you with my phone and I sure as fuck trust you not to give me fuckin jaundice or some shit shaking hands. I imagine you to be an upstanding and respectable citizen with a pure soul and a clean ass. Good day

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

No Sugar Tonight 7

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Brock Rumlow

Summary: A regular customer becomes more than just a familiar face.

*sorry for misnumbering

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The bath steams enticingly. Your apartment doesn't have a tub. You only get a few minutes to wash between your roommates. Most times, there's not enough hot water.

You peel off your shirt and day's worth of sweat and grime. You put it on the counter and bend awkwardly to peel off your socks. You push down the elastic band of your pants and add them to the pile. You unhook your bra and stretch your neck. You turn to put that aside too and it drops to the floor as the door opens suddenly.

You squeak and cover your chest, only your panties to protect you. You back up as Brock enters. You locked that. Or thought you did.

"Coffee," he purrs, "go your something to read to."

He sets them on the counter and inhales as he stands straight and looks you over. He reaches to grab your wrists. You lock up and try to resist.

"Brock?" You whimper.

"Just relax, baby." He forces your hands down and purrs at the reveal of your naked chest. Before you can react, he bends to kiss the swell of each tit.

He pulls back and spins you to face the tub. Your feet tangle and you babble. He drags his hands down your sides and hooks his thumbs under your panties. He rips them down to your ankle.

He stands with another strained breath and urges you toward the tub. You let him if only to keep your distance. You lower yourself into the water as he retreats. He rests a bath table across the brim and brings the book and mug to you. He lingers as you sit bunched up, trying to hide.

"Relax," he repeats the command. "You're safe with me, baby." He watches you as he grips the curled edge of the tub. "God, you're gorgeous. You know I couldn't let you live like that."

You stare at him. This man is brash and unafraid. Unpredictable to say the least.

"Thank you, sir. Brock," you say. "It's really nice."

"Try the coffee." He insists as he steps back. He sits on the closed toilet and crosses his arms, watching you.

You look at the cup. You don't think he can see much over the high walls of the tub. You take the coffee and taste it.

"Mm, it's nice," you hum.

"The good stuff. Get it down at the market." He says.

"Oh, cool," you set the hot cup down. You look over the book. It's yours. You know by the regrettable crease that runs the length of the cover.

"That's your favourite," he says. He's right but you don't know how he guessed.

"It is," you agree. "Thank you."

He leans forward, elbows on his knees as he sits at an angle, and he cradles his chin on the heels of his hands. "WIll you call me honey?"

You look at him. "Um... okay... honey."

He grins and sends you a wink.

"I like it," he growls. "Go on. Lay back. Enjoy."

You stare at him a moment before you obey. What other choice do you have? You wish he'd go but you wouldn't dare say so. You lift the book and pretend to read, your mind reeling as your eyes gloss over the font.

You stay like that until the coffee is almost gone and the water is lukewarm. You sit up, skin pruned, and place the book on the bath table. You don't know what to do.

"Got you the fancy soaps," he says.

You wish he'd stop watching. The heat of his gaze has clung to you this entire time. You nod and thank him in a murmur.

You grab the bright pink scrubbie that could ever only be for you. Just the thought of him going out to buy the whimsical bottles of soap and shampoo is a bit absurd. You focus on washing yourself and as you stand to scrub your skin, he groans. Oh, gosh.

You've never been so exposed in your life. Or afraid. What are you doing here? You're his prisoner but why you? Because you smiled at him over his black coffee? You didn't ask for this.

You rinse away the lather and he approaches. You flinch and look up as he holds open a fluffy towel. You stand shakily and flip up the stopper. You slip over the edge onto the mat.

He pats your dry, feeling you through the towel. His work is deliberate but delicate. Little noises escape him as he bites his lip. Your face is on fire.

He wraps you up and you grab the top of the towel. He turns to lift the nightie hung on the back of the door. He faces you again.

"It's pretty. Thanks."

He slides the straps off and puts the hanger aside. He raises it over your head.

"Ooh," you eke out. You put one arm up, then the other, letting the towel drop as he pulls the nightie down your body. 

Oh. Ooh. It doesn't cover much. The filmy fabric shows so much; every curve, every nook. Your nipples poke against the fabric, tickled by the coolness. You shiver. He steps back and admires you.

"Damn, baby, you look better than I dreamt," he growls.

You make yourself smile, "thank you, sir-- honey."

He puts his large hands on your shoulders. He snarls as his eyes flick up and down. His touch grazes down your arms and the rumble gets deep. He frames your hips and jolts your forward against him. You squeal as you collide with him. His hand curls around to grope your bottom and his other cradles the back of your head. He bends to smother you in a ravenous kiss.

You stand on your toes as he devours you. You squirm and squeak in his embrace, breathless as he finally parts. He keeps you close.

"Baby, I thought I could wait," he rasps and grinds his pelvis against you. "But you're too damn sweet."

[jenthebug]

Husband: “We’re still on for hanging out with my coworkers downtown tomorrow, right?”

Me:

I do not remember agreeing to this!

I mean, I’ll go, I like hanging out with my husband, and the plan is Mexican food and margaritas, but WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR

Seriously, my wardrobe consists of uniforms, pajamas, and couch goblin loungewear (t-shirts, sweatpants, cargo sweats lol, scrub pants). I have a cool hoodie. I can wear that. I’m VERY hesitant to go to the thrift store and buy better pants because my waist is going to change shape in less than two months (aaaaaaaa).

I have some long skirts that might work. One of them might even look like some cool, intentional pattern mixing, especially if I wear my chonky work boots with it.

I got this.

I know my husband is proud of me and I don’t want to show up looking like a potato who just rolled out of bed (even though that will be the case). Also, the social anxiety is definitely doing its thing.

I’ll do an exfoliating mask and a scrubby bath tonight.

I wonder how many strangers will be there.

[ignistigator]

Mahtab is restless. Not like she usually was, mind you, a new kind of unsettled. A pathetic, jittery kind that she can’t bear to see herself be.

It would have otherwise been a great luxury to sleep on furniture at all after months spent on the ground and that was especially true for the Elfsong’s numerous plush beds.

In spite of these privileges, they could only shift and kick to the tune of the drunken festivities from below the floor in harmony with the howling wind against the structure’s walls. But these annoyances could not shoulder the whole of the blame for their lack of rest.

Despite her best efforts they could not find their focus enough to hold the elven Reverie, never having perfected it in the first place. In the Underdark Mahtab had never seen the appeal of holding herself entranced in place of the sleep she so adored, though she had made that particular sacrifice for weeks at a time during excursions into the moon’s domain. It was not ideal, but to have just a few more hours where she could watch over her flock in such unwelcoming territory made any bit extra effort worth it.

It should be different with these fuckers. She isn’t in charge of their safety. Well, not officially anyway - and certainly not completely. Even if it had been solely her duty to protect them, there wasn’t a member of their merry band that was helpless. Hells, Karlach was as much muscle as she was, not to mention Minthara. The magic users alone are fully capable to destroy any number of threats before Mahtab could even reach for her hammer at full speed.

Yet their camp has been compromised time and time again. If it wasn’t by the devil making demands of Wyll, it was the devil begging for a bargain. Fine, Mahtab can rest in spite of them.

Now to be faced with the shape-changer who sought to turn them on each other and ultimately to take one of their own hostage, it shook her nerves more than she would ever like to admit.

If none of that was enough to keep Mahtab on her toes, tonight made sure of it. A gods damned swarm of vampire spawn ambushed them in the night, for the purpose of returning Astarion to his former master. With her anxiety raging through her, the Doom hammer swung savagely in beating each of the assailants to a bloody pulp before they retreated. It was the cowardly option despite being the wisest on they could make. Worse, their continue existence remained a threat the whole unit.

So sleep, Reverie, whatever; none of it was an option tonight.

Maybe tomorrow it would be but that time had to come first. So the drow put their shoes to floor and inched out of the sleeping area. Once they reached the center of the suite, they realized how much blood was left behind. It stood stagnant and shining - like it had not considered drying nor soaking into the floorboards - all while the candlelight caught on the pool’s shiny surface.

She acted without contemplation, sneaking towards the bathing area (another beautiful luxury that she had yet to bring herself to appreciate,) and filled a tin bucket with water as quietly as she could manage. Her companions certainly wouldn’t be pleased that Mahtab would use one of their few sponges for a housekeeping task, but fuck them. She’s been the one repairing their armour, stitching their clothing, and dealing with traders, so perhaps they can spare a singular sponge if it means she might be able to relax. Maybe.

Mahtab settles next to the widest pool, unsure if they were hoping to or afraid they might see their likeness in its reflection. Once her eyes adjust to make out her silhouette, the dry sponge is thrusted into the middle of the mess as if the image might jump out into her. The sponge, of course, soaks up much of center within seconds. With a sigh, her suspicions that the liquid might resist any efforts to clean it assuaged. She rings out the undiluted gore into the bucket of water, watching carefully as the two collide in the dim light.

After nearly twenty minutes spend on her knees scrubbing vigorously at the blood spill, she is satisfied that she has done all she can do for this area and begins to move herself to the next. Once Mahtab stands though, she looks up for the first time to notice her silent observer.

Her stomach drops. The red eyes that look upon her send her nerves into fight-mode, and her heart rate jumps. She is not about to let herself be ambushed by a vampire for a second time tonight, but her mind catches up when he speaks.

“What in the hells are you doing?” Astarion questions from where he stands in front of his own bed. He looks more tired than usual, the way Mahtab suspects they also look about now. His voice is thick and gravely like he’s been sleeping but she knows better than that.

“Why? Are you hungry?” Mahtab presents the bucket in front of her in jest. It’s mostly diluted by the water and she suspects that vampires aren’t inclined to drink the blood of each other. Aside from that, it’s also simply disgusting.

Astarion clears his throat before speaking again.

“You think you’re oh-so-clever, don’t you dear.”

Mahtab scoffs, kneeling once against to resume her efforts. She rings the sponge, noticing he has yet to shift his gaze away. She supposes they might as well chat.

“Not too keen on resting up?”

“Well, you understand how it is. My bloodthirsty siblings come to return me to the man I loathe more than anyone alive or undead and my beauty sleep suffers as well.”

“Grab a sponge then, those siblings of yours bleed buckets.”

“And waste yet another sponge? As if one wasn’t enough.” Mahtab rolls her eyes at his predictable complaint. Instead Astarion turns the corner towards the parties’ trunks and returns with a few clean-enough rags. He sits a few feet away on his bum with his legs crossed and begins wiping down the wood floors alongside her.

He sits silently, leaning towards the bucket every few minutes to wet the rags in an effort to rid them of the blood they’ve consumed. It’s unsettling, being near Astarion while he’s conscious and yet he isn’t saying a single word. A man who loves the sound of his own voice. After a couple rounds of this, Mahtab speaks again without looking up.

“You know we’re not going to let anything happen. Every one of us is going to fight tooth and nail, horn and claw to keep you from whatever that fucker will ambush us with.”

Astarion sighs and drops the rag into the bucket with a small splash then rests his hands on his knees, pausing with his impressive posture in tact.

“It is just going to get worse the longer he stands, you know. He will terrorize our minds, he will take everything from us. From me.”

“Then he won’t stand any longer. When the others wake we will find him and gut him.”

“You really think it’s that simple, do you?”

“I don’t give a shit if it is. The longer we sit it out the more intimidating it will be. We’re in the city, we’re more than capable. What do you suggest we wait for?”

Mahtab gently tosses the sponge in the bucket, grabs the dry rag he already brought over, and wiped the water left on the floor.

It is clean.

“Fine. Tomorrow it is then. And then it will be over, at least in some sense.”

When Mahtab takes her eyes from the drying floorboards, she sees Astarion is looking right through her. His gaze is as exhausted as she imagines her own to be and it makes her feel pity for the both of them, a feeling she tries to let go of as soon as it lands in her palm. He doesn’t need pity. She’s not even completely sure if he needs her company, but that’s neither here nor there.

As a matter of fact it doesn’t concern her whether he wants her to be there for him, if he wants any of them to be. They’ve been relying on one-another for months and there’s no way any of them will go through any more of it alone, not if they didn’t have to.

Mahtab stood after collecting the rags and sponge in the bucket and held it against her hip. She offered Astarion a hand, one he looked blankly at for a few seconds before realizing she would stand there silently all night if she had to. So allowed the barbarian to help him to his feet. He turned towards his bed but made no moves towards it.

“Whether you like it or not, you are my friend.” She remarks with a smile. “We will talk about who to take and what we’ll need in the morning.”

Astarion rolls his bitchy red eyes and offers a subtle smirk. “Then goodnight, my friend.”

thank you to @irondeficienttav for reading this and helping me post!! you’re literally the bestest💜💜💜 hope i did your man right

[joutsummer]

all those evenings out in the garden

@cycleprompttuesday “Flower”

Also on AO3.

I.

After lunch they head up into the hills, Matteo intent on showing Jonas yet another of his favorite hiking trails. Each time it’s a new one, and each time Matteo swears this one is his favorite, and while Jonas has long since given up trying to remember them all, he likes the way Matteo’s face lights up when he talks about his adopted home.

The clouds have disappeared, and Abby plops a floppy sunhat on Jonas’s head as they wait for Matteo, who’s clattering around in the bedroom. “Grand Canyon National Park” it says, in boxy red lettering on the front. Jonas has never been to the Grand Canyon, but he likes it, having this piece of Matteo’s experiences. Abby’s fingers brush at the hair at the back of his neck, where it’s just starting to curl again, and Jonas uses his forefinger to rub at a streak of white sunscreen on her nose.

The afternoon stretches out: the sparkling blue of the sea in the distance, the scrubby green of the hillside, the whites and yellows of the wildflowers. When they stop to eat their packed sandwiches, Jonas finds himself with Matteo’s head in his lap, the sun warming both their faces. Matteo’s nose is just starting to turn pink and Abby’s fingers are soft against Jonas’s scalp as she weaves forget-me-nots into his hair.

II.

Jonas wins the fight for position in front of the sink, shooing Matteo back to the table, bathed in light from the setting sun, as Abby pulls a towel out of the drawer. It’s a victory that won’t show up on any results sheet, but he likes the way he can look to the side as he scrubs at the saucepan and see Matteo curled in one of the chairs, scribbling something in his notebook. Abby knocks her hip into his on her way to put a bowl in the cabinet and they share a smile.

The next time Jonas looks over, Matteo is looking back, and he sends Jonas what may be an attempt at a wink, grinning around the end of the pen between his teeth. Jonas wonders what he’s writing about. They’d ridden in the rain all morning, only finding the sun again as they came back into town - and Abby had called to them from the balcony as they rolled up outside, pointing at the rainbow arching above. A few drops of water hit his cheek, and Jonas turns to see Abby’s bright smile, her hand still dipped into the tub of water in the sink. Matteo laughs and somewhere down the block a motorbike growls to life.

When the last glasses are dried and stacked neatly on the shelf, Abby drapes herself over Matteo’s back, reading over his shoulder. Jonas stuffs the towel over the over door handle and reaches past the pair of them for the jar of cut wildflowers on the windowsill. A few head to the bin, while the rest get a fresh bath of water. From the sink, Jonas directs a surreptitious look over his shoulder, and then sends a flick of water toward the table. It doesn’t quite work, the distances is a bit too far - but Matteo squawks in indignation at the droplet of water that lands on his notebook, and Abby is laughing when she leans in to kiss his cheek.

III.

The sun sets earlier here than Jonas is used to, but Abby turns on the string lights she says she hung up the first time she came to visit, and the lamp in the corner lets out enough light for Jonas to read at one end of the couch and for Matteo, curled on the floor beneath him, to frown down at his knitting in concentration. Jonas thinks the blueish-gray lump is meant to be a scarf, but he hasn’t had the heart to ask.

At the other end of the couch, under the glow of the string lights, Abby is sketching something, feet stretched out into Jonas’s lap. She hums appreciatively when Jonas rubs them absentmindedly, focused on Hercule Poirot and his theatrical revelation of who committed the murder in question. Matteo shifts where he’s leaning against Jonas’s knees, holding the maybe-scarf out in front of him, then up for Jonas’s approval, which Jonas gives dutifully if not completely truthfully. Matteo groans knowingly and turns his face to rest his cheek against Jonas’s knee, smiling up at Abby, who proudly turns her sketchpad around to reveal a rough sketch of Jonas, with a sunflower tucked behind one ear.

When Jonas heads into the kitchen for a glass of water, he passes a matching sketch hanging from the refrigerator, Matteo with daisies woven into his hair. In the bedroom, he can hear the shuffling of drawers and the quiet hum of voices. There is not quite enough room in the bed for three, but they can make do.

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Bowser Scrubby Buddies Bath Toy

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Mercari, user Angie M

[sparkmender]

How do we feel about mechanimal symbiosis…………..

Not like, carrier/deployer stuff, but more along the lines of remora and sharks or cleaner birds and gators?

I keep thinking about Rung’s tank of pipe cleaner scrubby shrimp, which help keep the baths at the pools in good condition. It would probably be really silly but helpful to have a boxer crab with buffer pads for fists, or a critter that will eat/preen off debris and old oil etc from places a bigger mech can’t reach like their backs

[skittlespizza]

ive been using a dish sponge as a bath washcloth. i was told this is "terrifying." i want to know tumblr's opinon. i use the scrubby side as an exfoliator for my face and shit, while i use the soft side for like. easily pained parts.

[tomorrowsgardennc]

chicken update // january 12th

doesn't LOOK like a lot has happened, but it has!

since this was previously a garden bed table, i had to do a ton of prep work before painting. i scrubbed, bleached, sun bathed, then sanded the chicken nursery before bringing it in for painting. this was all done before the winter lows came in - too cold to leave outside for painting.

i was putting off scrubbing for over a week because i knew it would kill me, with my AS acting up before the cold front. took me over a week to mention that to hubs, who reminded me he bought me a scrubby tool a long time ago for that very reason. meant more for cleaning inside, but still applies here. i did all the cleaning the next day, no major issues at all with my AS flair up.

it felt great, too. been buying tools here and there as they go on sale at the bug orange box store. hubs works there, he texts me when a tool gets discontinued or clearance, i ask the bank account yay or nay, and i trust hubs to know if that tool is useful or not. never ask questions on what it is. but for prepping the chicken nursery for painting - after being sad and confiding in him that i couldn't physically do it, he asked what the steps were and then proceeded to show me all the tools he's been slowly buying these past 4 years at his job and how they all make what i want to do easier. and he said they're all for me this whole time.

so lesson learned on my end. stop hiding the sads, hubs already has me covered 💚

also - wear a mask when dealing with mold. ok carrying on.

no garage, no shed with lights, so into the kitchen the chicken nursery currently resides. cats are all loving it, using it as a jungle gym.

not visually a lot different between these two photos, but once i brought this inside i did a coat of Kilz mold & mildew just in case, after all that prep work, something still is hanging around in between the cracks. i even did 2 coats of kilz in some places. probably overkill, but that just left 1 coat of the enamel paint to do. leftover white paint i bought for the outdoor house trim. tomorrow is painting the bottom with the last coat of paint. then it all starts to really come together.

---

as far as the chickens are concerned... i had a talk with a local breeder who has rare varieties - sometimes for sale, otherwise for ag shoes across the region. *sigh* idk why i thought chicken breeders would be different than any other type of animal breeder, but alas. only willing to sell "retired show birds" or ones that are teenagers and have no qualities to win awards. which my chickens won't be for that, but i don't want to support that kind of thinking. these chickens will be a part of the family, not "judt an animal".

after this discussion with the breeder, i decided i am 100% buying from the local hardware store. their chicken schedule is supposed to be released at the end of the month. hubs and i talked more about the plan for the chicken run and coop (that work will be started in 2 weeks) and we decided on getting a rooster, too. anything to help aid in scaring predators away. so 5 chickens, 1 roost. unless some absolutely amazing breed is bring sold at the hardware store, all olive eggers too. will finalize the breed once that schedule is out.

[missamyrisa2]

(That cleaning ask made me want to pull this mini story back out and write some more~!!)

I don't want to post it here because I'm sure it'll get flagged but you can view the artwork I had done for this scenario here:

Miss Amy struggled and squirmed. She tried and failed to stifle her voice again, and such futile fighting only encouraged her tormentor further. Her outfit hung neatly on a rack nearby. The gentle fuzzy fabric of her cropped sweater and the flirty short length of her denim skirt with the wide belt and flower buckle were by no means a tickle-proof outfit, but anything would be better than the total exposure she faced now.

At times in her giggly delirium the reflection in the many video feeds offering multiple angles of her plight seemed so far away, like it was another helplessly ticklish girl ensnared in this fiendish machine. "Navel cavity is at 43 point! tooo percent lint coverage. Proceeding with water cleanse" the robotic voice chimed with child-like enthusiasm and feminine flirtations. "No not again! Not the waterrrr!!"

Amy pleaded as with a mechanical wind a thick arm lowered and extended a metal nozel, carefully positioning itself as the padded cuffs on Amy's wrists and ankles moved her gently. She summoned her strength to wiggle away from the tip, but the incoming tool simply recalibrated. Amy watched in giggly horror as the water flowed freely into the attached tube, and with a little kick, the apparatus began blasting her sensitive divot with a concentrated stream.

It was like an endless parade of poking fingertips, with droplets scattering on her outer belly like teasing after touches. She shrieked and struggled, the jet following a strategic pattern to clean every tiny bit of her bellybutton. A familiar chime dinged into the bathing room and Amy shook her head, wiggling her toes and fingers.

"No no no!!"

"Feet. And Underarms. Have become layered in sweat. Recommend additional scrub."

"Don't scrub me again!!"

"Scrub approved. Cutie."

Amy shook her head as the cleansing machine's teasing voice and digital face smiled brightly. Mechanical whirls started up as spinning soft brushes spun into view and targeted her feet. The machine gently bent her legs back to hold her soles up for the incoming tools. She cackled out feeling the suds dripping from high into the crevice under her toes, and squealed madly as the brushes moved in to work their tickly cleansing magic.

Next, a gloved hand appeared in front of her and wiggled its big fingers. The robotic hand mercilessly coated her sensitive underarms with soap, careful to ensure the deepest crevice and all the edges were coated before moving to the next as a scrubby brush whizzed down and began merrily shuffling in circles.

How long had the cleaning been going on? Amy lost track a while ago. Certainly a trap set by one of her archenemies, the machine was possibly designed with noble purposes. But whoever set it here loaded a routine which Amy could not break, goals it couldn't fulfill. The cleaning at her belly caused sweat. The cleaning at her feet and underarms put dust and bubbles into her midsection.

Maybe the machine was purposefully doing so? Was it sentient? Such thoughts were lost when she realized her body was giving away a secret. She tried desperately to keep it down, her mind flooding with awful imagery to resist the touch, that soft tease. But it was a losing battle.

Another mechanical whirl as a scanning eye passed down her belly and between her legs with a tingly pink beam. Amy blushed hotly, she didn't want to acknowledge what all this slippery tickling and teasing had been doing to her body, and certainly couldn't hide it.

"Miss Amy is aroused. Controlled ticklegasm is recommended."

"T-Ticklegassm??"

There was no doubt the intent of this cruel cleaning machine now.

"Erotic hydrotherapy approved."

The machine dinged happily as two new implements sprung out from under the digital smirking face. A gentle sponge began slowly grazing her royal jewels, and a fluffy cloth on a robotic appendage started draping against Amy's swollen princess part. She squeaked a gigglemoan, pulling uselessly against the padded cuffs. Her body gyrated and tried to resist the soft supply slick affections.

The soft cloth draped up to the underside of her tip and mercilessly stimulated it with the tickliest of touches, like the flirty kiss of a lover. The sponge kept moving back and forth, cleansing again and again under her most royal areas. Her thighs quivered. The robotic hands began buffing her nipples with detail brushes, and occasionally sneakily tweaking and rubbing earnestly to make her really let out throaty moans.

Her resistance worn down, Amy soon tumbled into a soft ticklegasm amid the flying suds, gigglemoaning herself silly. Her head lay low, body going loose as the sensations rocketed all over her body, her royal milk coaxed out in perky spurts. Every peak of the ticklegasm had her screaming, struggling in the cuffs, and the machine never relented its gentle cleansing extraction and tickly touches.

And the beeps continued as scans rolled over her trembling body.

"High likelihood of residual ticklegasm honey. Engage drainage procedure."

Amy gasped and squealed out her words, trying madly to find any strength to stop as her body was moved into another position.

"Don't you dareeee you ffffff nnnnhh stupid bucket of boltss turn it offfff!!"

But she was helpless to resist as the machine flipped her around and gently spread her legs. From above a large vibrating began descending, and from the side a soft flexible tendril spun into view. Both were shiny and pink, both emblazoned with cute names. The wand was labeled "Finessa" and the tendril named "Caressa".

"Oh what the actual fuuuuuuuuuuckk~!! fuck fuck fuckkk!!!" She started whining and was soon nothing but a stream of desperate laughing moaning f-bombs as Finessa quickly went to work buzzing the underside of her still-throbbing princess part while Caressa was glistening with lubricant applied by the robot hands before diving in between Amy's legs to probe up to her honeyspot.

Her body shook and shivered and struggled and bounced, the sister tools working in tandem to tease Amy along into a further fuzzy ticklegasm with their vibrating tickly touches. As Amy bucked up, Finessa followed and grazed that death spot. When she pulled back, Caressa was there gliding along inside to stroke carefully on that most hidden of tickle spots.

All around, the cleaning tools gradually re-engaged. Scrubbing brushes taunted at Amy's feet. Sponges slid along her ribs and under her arms. The jets tauntingly sprayed whenever Amy was in the middle of a deep belly moan, targeting her navel and thighs mostly but also making sure to get her nipples and toes too. The sudsy jet floated freely, almost whimsically depositing its sparkly tingly bubbles all about this teased helpless body.

This time around, the machine made Amy ticklegasm hard. She was nothing but nonsense and cussing, her body quaking with overload, stuck in an arch as Caressa relentlessly dipped in and out while Finessa held taut but barely touching on the underside of her tip. They tickled and tickled until Amy released all her princess milk, indeed draining every bit.

"Ticklegasm has resulted in a messy Miss Amy. Recommend an extension of cleansing procedure."

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Part 1 for this month's items -

This Month's Catalog - pt.1

Bathroom Patron Release 08/14 - Public Release 09/04 This is the bathroom in it's entirety. The bathroom toys came in two sets(or more) with the Tub being it's own set, unless you got the deluxe version, in which you got everything. So, I guess this would be the deluxe set. I think.

The Bathroom comes with:

The Toilet - fully functional, slots on the back.

The Bath chest - lots of slots in the cubbyholes and some on the top.

The Towel Rack - this came in three colors and two towel colors(that I've seen), so it has all the swatches.

The Tub 

the clutter that came with The Tub - 3 bottles, a bath brush, a scrubby thing, a soap dish, and a bar of soap. All clutter comes in the different toy colors of Blue, Yellow, and White.

Special Thank-You gift for my Patrons 

This will be released with the bathroom, but public release will be on 09/18 I'll be putting up previews of the bathroom and page 2 of this month's catalog, featuring the kitchen!