Clara's bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the sound echoing with finality in Shaun's mind. This was it.
"Alright, little man," Clara said, shifting him in her arms as she surveyed the aftermath of his diaper situation. "We definitely need to get you cleaned up. You're a mess."
She wrinkled her nose playfully. "You know what? We should just bathe together. It'll be easier, and faster too."
Shaun's pulse quickened. 'Finally.'
The bathroom was smaller than his mother's, but Clara had made it her own. Soft purple towels hung from silver hooks, and bottles of expensive-looking bath products lined the tub's edge. Everything smelled like her—vanilla and something floral.
Clara set him down gently in a small plastic bathing tub that sat inside the larger bathtub. The miniature tub was designed for infants, with a textured bottom to prevent slipping and curved sides that would keep him secure.
"I'll clean myself first, then we can get you all fresh and clean," she said, adjusting the water temperature. "This is our first time bathing together, isn't it? Well, since you were tiny tiny anyway."
'Come on, system. Give me the quest confirmation.'
Nothing.
Clara stood at the edge of the tub, her hands moving to the towel wrapped around her body. For a moment, she hesitated, glancing down at him with a slight blush.
"Don't look too hard, little guy," she teased. "I'm not as young as I used to be."
Then the towel dropped.
Shaun's brain short-circuited.
Holy fuck.
Clara's body was—he couldn't form coherent thoughts. Breasts that were fuller than his mother's, heavy and perfect. The curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the way her ass curved in two perfect globes. Between her legs, dark hair obscured his view.
'Shit. Can't see everything from this angle.'
The system notification pinged immediately:
[Quest Progress: 60%]
'Sixty? What the hell is the other forty?'
Clara stepped into the tub, the water rippling around her ankles as she settled in beside his smaller basin. Her body glistened with moisture, and Shaun realized he was staring openly.
"What are you looking at, hmm?" she asked with a gentle laugh, though her cheeks had grown pinker. "You're giving me some serious looks there, mister."
Shaun managed what he hoped was an innocent baby smile and splashed his hands in the shallow water of his tub, trying to look like he was just playing.
[Objective incomplete. You must see EVERYTHING.]
'Oh, you've got to be kidding me.'
She reached for her sea sponge and the lavender soap, working up a rich lather between her palms. The scent filled the small bathroom, mixing with the steam rising from the hot water.
Clara started with her hair, wetting it thoroughly before working shampoo through the long strands. Her arms stretched above her head, lifting her breasts higher, and Shaun watched water droplets run down her neck and over her chest.
'Okay, think. The system wants everything. But she's sitting at an angle. I need her to move, shift position, give me a better view.'
She rinsed the shampoo away, then picked up the soapy sponge and began washing her body with slow movements. First her shoulders, the sponge gliding over smooth skin. Then down her arms.
The sponge moved to her chest, and Clara's movements became more deliberate. She washed around her breasts with careful attention, lifting each one slightly to clean underneath. Soap bubbles clung to her nipples.
'Jesus Christ.'
She continued downward, the sponge trailing over her stomach, around her waist, then to her hips. When she turned slightly to reach her back, Shaun got a perfect view of her ass. Water ran down the crack between them.
[Quest Progress: 75%]
'Seventy-five. Getting closer. But what's the last twenty-five percent?'
Clara finished washing her back and moved to her legs, bending forward. The dark hair between her legs glistened with water, but the angle still wasn't quite right. Her thighs blocked most of his view.
'That's what the system wants. Full view. But how the hell do I get her to—'
An idea formed. Wicked and simple.
She rinsed the soap away with handfuls of warm water, and Shaun watched every droplet cascade over her curves. Her skin glowed pink from the heat.
'Now.'
Without warning, he splashed his hands in his small tub, sending a spray of soapy water across Clara's chest and stomach.
"Shaun!" she gasped, laughing as the water hit her. "Stop that!"
Shaun didn't stop. He continued splashing, sending water everywhere, soaking her hair and face.
"Is that how you want to play?" Clara asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She cupped her hands and sent a gentle splash of water back toward him. "Two can play that game, little man."
Clara splashed him gently, laughing as he squealed and giggled in response. Water flew everywhere, soaking the bathroom floor, the walls. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her laughter filling the steamy air.
'Come on, move. Just a little more.'
Shaun splashed back with increasing enthusiasm, aiming his shots to make her shift, lean, adjust her position.
Clara turned to avoid one of his splashes, and her legs parted slightly as she steadied herself in the tub.
There.
For just a moment, Shaun saw everything. The dark hair between her legs parted, revealing pink flesh beneath. The outer lips, the hint of inner folds, everything the system had been demanding he see.
[Quest Progress: 100%]
[Congratulations! Quest Completed: See Clara Fully Naked]
[Reward Granted: +2 Lust Points, +0.5% Sin Points, $1000]
'Finally. Thank fuck.'
"Alright, alright!" Clara finally called, holding up her hands in surrender. "I think we're both clean enough now. And the bathroom is officially flooded."
She stood up in the tub, water streaming from her body, and reached for her towel. The show was over.
"Let's get you dried off too, water baby," she said, lifting him from his small tub and wrapping him in a soft towel. "We made quite a mess, didn't we?"
Shaun allowed himself a small smile as she dried him off. The quest was complete. The memory was burned into his mind forever.
'Worth it. Absolutely fucking worth it.'
Twenty minutes later, they emerged from the bathroom both fully dressed. Clara had blow-dried her hair and put on a simple sundress that hugged her curves. Shaun was in a fresh diaper and a blue onesie.
Cassandra was waiting in the living room, fully dressed and checking her watch with obvious impatience.
"Finally!" she said as Clara handed Shaun over to her. "You two took forever in there. We're going to be late for the doctor's appointment."
"Sorry," Clara replied softly, smoothing down her dress. "Someone decided to turn bath time into splash time. The bathroom looks like a hurricane hit it."
Shaun's contentment evaporated instantly. 'Doctor's appointment. Fuck.'
His mood darkened as the reality hit him. Dr. Peterson, with his cold hands and probing questions, his suspicious looks and uncomfortable examinations.
'That son of a bitch,' Shaun thought as Cassandra gathered the diaper bag and car keys.
But as Clara kissed his forehead goodbye and promised to see him when they got back, Shaun glanced at his updated stats one more time.
[Current Lust: 7]
[Current Sin: 5%]
[Currency: $1000 (Locked)]
The numbers were climbing. Slowly, but steadily.
'One step at a time. One MILF at a time.'
Some things, he decided, were worth even the most unpleasant doctor visits.