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Jolyne panted softly, trying to ignore how unbearably stimulating it was for her waterlogged body to wobble and slosh around.  FF's abilities had improved, turning her dependence on water into an ability to control it.  Of course, her first course of action had been to turn her girlfriend into a massive water tank...

But Jolyne found it hard to mind.  Even if her plumped lips made speaking a little bit of a chore sometimes.

What WAS hard to bear, however, was FF's apparent obsession with playing with her waterlogged folds.  Squishing her cheeks and jiggling them about, digging her hands into the spare tire of her neck to make it ripple and shake.  It was all so much movement, so much stimulation...

Try as she might, she could never hate it.  Though she'd resist admitting that she enjoys it for as long as possible.  No, as FF's smaller lips meet her waterlogged ones, she lets herself focus on that.  It's nice, being a waterbed.  It's even nicer when the person who uses said waterbed loves it as much as when it was a person.

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Ragnar

This is peak