Jaded Jess The Tiny Prison, a new type of prison chapter 14 by TinyLesbo

“Friends?”

Jess started treading choppy waters. That was a difficult concept right now. Ever since she’d lost her freedom, absolutely no one had her best interests at heart. Even that Niamh kid only wanted to help her for the sake of help in return.

”Mhmm!” Rachel smiled warmly. Lathered up in a wealth of bubbles, she put down her froggy soap dispenser. “Oh, did you want some? Here, just a sec.”

”No no, it’s not that.” Jess put up two hands. “It’s the whole friendship thing. I’m… not so sure I’m ready to accept a friendship right now. After all, you might wanna use me for weird things, or torture me in my sleep or something.”

”Hmm,” Rachel put a finger to her lip. “Well I dunno about that. I just saw you all lost and messy and thought I’d help.”

”That’s the thing, kid. Help usually meant I had to do someone a favour.” Jess leant against the rim of the bath. Seeing her reflection ripple in the bath water, engulfed by the pinkish silhouette of her supposed saviour, that wasn’t a shadow she wanted to stand in.

”Favour?” Rachel giggled. “Naah, that’s silly! If someone needs help, you just help em… don’t you?”

Despite it all, Jess found herself chuckling darkly. “I wish everyone was as nice as you, kid.”

”Well I guess I’ll have to be extra nice and make up for their meanness!” Rachel put her hands on her hips, splashing water outwards. “Starting with you. Here, let’s get you washed up properly…”

The next thing she knew, Jess had been squashed up against Rachel’s tween belly, limbs flailing uselessly as buckets of water were cascaded over her head. Sure, it was probably only a handful at a time or whatever, but she was gasping and spluttering all the same. 

With Rachel’s massive fingers wrapping about her midriff like telephone poles, there was little she could do but parse her surroundings for a while. After all, who knew how filthy she was? Probably the giant kid dousing her in water.

Her feet kicked out at the cusp of Rachel’s thighs, tickling at the softest of skin, while the girl’s green highlights trailed down over soft chest bumps to meet her. Between the seemingly endless barrage of water, there was a care and calmness to Rachel’s behaviour. The inexperience, but love, of someone who’s never had to take care of a kid, but has at least tried with a doll.

”Hey uh, Rachel?” Jess gasped between water drops. “I think I’m probably clean now…!”

”Hm? O-oh yeah, sorry.” She giggled, easing her grip around Jess’ middle. “I just got kinda carried away, heh. Speaking of which, I gotta get to dinner. Whaddya say to living in my pocket for a while?”

”Uh.” Jess mumbled as Rachel clambered out of the bath, her enormous form eclipsing the lights above and displaying every curve she possessed. “What kinda pocket?”

“Bathrobe!” Rachel grinned, bundling herself up in, yep, a frog green robe. The plug was pulled from the bathtub, and Rachel held out a hand for Jess. Slowly sinking farther away from her new ‘friend’s offer, Jess took a glance at the plughole, draining her past away from her. 

This kid couldn’t be so bad. Could she? What creep would go to the trouble of lovingly washing their next victim?

Unless of course that was exactly what they were into. Like some kinda doll collector.

”Um,” Jess gulped, her feet touching the floor of the bathtub. “Can I trust you?”

Rachel bent over the rim of the tub, her robe falling loose and exposing that few curves she had. Jess’ eyes lingered a little, but she turned that blind eye as soon as she could. 

“I think you can,” Rachel smiled, her fingers reaching out warmly. 

Tentatively, Jess crept towards her outstretched hand.