Mouth Wash
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 11
by
orphaned
After entering the bathroom with Jill sitting in her palm, Marcy gently slid Jill off her hand and into the sink. Jill fell on her knees and hands, and balanced herself back up, standing up carefully on the slippery green porcelain sink.
Jill looked up at the cute young girl holding a toothpaste tube in one hand, and a doll's toothbrush in the other. She couldn't get too mad at her. After all, she was just a misguided little girl. "Marcy, will you let me do this by myself, please?"
Marcy frowned down at her. "You don't want me to help you, Jill?"
"No Marcy, I don't."
Marcy stared at her for a few seconds and, to Jill's surprise, granted her request. "Fine," she said simply, and placed the toothpaste and toothbrush down in the sink near to Jill. Marcy then leaned by both her elbows on the two sides of the sink, and looked at Jill with fascination. "Let's just get this over with", Jill thought to herself. She tried to open the toothpaste tube, but soon gave up - it was closed tight and she was way too weak. She looked up at Marcy, "Would you help me with this?"
The next 30 seconds went something like this:
A joyful "I knew you'll change your mind!!!" was the last thing Jill heard before two fingers pried open her mouth. Before she got a chance to make a sound, massive amount of toothpaste got deposited from the tube into her mouth, filling it completely and inflating her cheeks. Jill tried to spit it out, but Marcy's fingers didn't let her. Next, Marcy raised Jill to the tap, and turned on the water flow. As water streamed into Jill's mouth she was able to spit some of it, together with some of the toothpaste in her mouth. Before she could do anything else, the tiny toothbrush invaded her mouth and roughly brushed her tiny teeth. Finally, she managed to spit it all out, but then Marcy pried her mouth open again and again the water streamed into it. Again Jill spitted it, and she finally got to breath.
Still breathing heavily and inside Marcy's grip, Jill managed to make out "I... meant... I needed... help... opening the toothpaste..." before she rested exhausted in the hand that held her.
Jill fell asleep.
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Yawwwn. Jill opened her eyes slowly, and found herself in a small bed - the same bed she awoke in when Chloe brought her in. She kicked off the blanket and jumped off the bed. It was the same one room house - with the small closet and the small table with some small chairs around it. She was only wearing undies - her doll cheerleader outfit was gone, with the exception of the pink panties and bra. Jill looked through the entire room in search of some clothes: in the closet, under the bed, under the blanket... but she found none. The pink panties were tightened well around her waists, but their bottom part was rather loose, which made Jill feel very naked. The pink bra, although consisted merely of thin silk, seemed to be at the right size at least, and didn't expose too much skin.
Jill carefully opened the door and exited the miniature house. The house was now placed on Marcy's nightstand. Looking around, Jill saw the door on the far wall, a desk with a pink laptop and some papers on it, a bunch of girly clothing on the floor, and a big bed just over by the nightstand. Looking out of the window (which was well out of reach), Jill could see it was about noon right at the moment.
Quitely as she could, Jill stepped down from the nightstand into the bed, carefully landing on the big pillow. "I have to do something," she thought, "I've gotta get the hell out of here!"
She thought about it for a moment and then it stroke her: The pillow! Using all her strength, Jill pushed the giant pillow, until it fell to the floor. After hesitating for a moment, she jumped, landed softly on the pillow, and walked over to the floor. She ran to the open door. "Please, please..." she mumbled to herself as she ran out of the door. Phew, no one was there. Jill walked close to the walls to minimize risk of being found. She went on, until she reached the living room. No one seemed to be around. She ran to the front door as fast as she could, intending to forcibly open the doggy door with her shoulder as she comes into it. But just as she got two inches from hitting the doggy door, the whole front door opened wide, and Jill ran past it and between two giant legs until she fell down on the rough sidewalk outside. She'd done it! She's out! Jill almost cried of joy. Straightening herself up, she looked around making sure nobody noticed her, and went out to the street.
All she needs to do now is to find a passerby to help her get home...
Jill looked up at the cute young girl holding a toothpaste tube in one hand, and a doll's toothbrush in the other. She couldn't get too mad at her. After all, she was just a misguided little girl. "Marcy, will you let me do this by myself, please?"
Marcy frowned down at her. "You don't want me to help you, Jill?"
"No Marcy, I don't."
Marcy stared at her for a few seconds and, to Jill's surprise, granted her request. "Fine," she said simply, and placed the toothpaste and toothbrush down in the sink near to Jill. Marcy then leaned by both her elbows on the two sides of the sink, and looked at Jill with fascination. "Let's just get this over with", Jill thought to herself. She tried to open the toothpaste tube, but soon gave up - it was closed tight and she was way too weak. She looked up at Marcy, "Would you help me with this?"
The next 30 seconds went something like this:
A joyful "I knew you'll change your mind!!!" was the last thing Jill heard before two fingers pried open her mouth. Before she got a chance to make a sound, massive amount of toothpaste got deposited from the tube into her mouth, filling it completely and inflating her cheeks. Jill tried to spit it out, but Marcy's fingers didn't let her. Next, Marcy raised Jill to the tap, and turned on the water flow. As water streamed into Jill's mouth she was able to spit some of it, together with some of the toothpaste in her mouth. Before she could do anything else, the tiny toothbrush invaded her mouth and roughly brushed her tiny teeth. Finally, she managed to spit it all out, but then Marcy pried her mouth open again and again the water streamed into it. Again Jill spitted it, and she finally got to breath.
Still breathing heavily and inside Marcy's grip, Jill managed to make out "I... meant... I needed... help... opening the toothpaste..." before she rested exhausted in the hand that held her.
Jill fell asleep.
---
Yawwwn. Jill opened her eyes slowly, and found herself in a small bed - the same bed she awoke in when Chloe brought her in. She kicked off the blanket and jumped off the bed. It was the same one room house - with the small closet and the small table with some small chairs around it. She was only wearing undies - her doll cheerleader outfit was gone, with the exception of the pink panties and bra. Jill looked through the entire room in search of some clothes: in the closet, under the bed, under the blanket... but she found none. The pink panties were tightened well around her waists, but their bottom part was rather loose, which made Jill feel very naked. The pink bra, although consisted merely of thin silk, seemed to be at the right size at least, and didn't expose too much skin.
Jill carefully opened the door and exited the miniature house. The house was now placed on Marcy's nightstand. Looking around, Jill saw the door on the far wall, a desk with a pink laptop and some papers on it, a bunch of girly clothing on the floor, and a big bed just over by the nightstand. Looking out of the window (which was well out of reach), Jill could see it was about noon right at the moment.
Quitely as she could, Jill stepped down from the nightstand into the bed, carefully landing on the big pillow. "I have to do something," she thought, "I've gotta get the hell out of here!"
She thought about it for a moment and then it stroke her: The pillow! Using all her strength, Jill pushed the giant pillow, until it fell to the floor. After hesitating for a moment, she jumped, landed softly on the pillow, and walked over to the floor. She ran to the open door. "Please, please..." she mumbled to herself as she ran out of the door. Phew, no one was there. Jill walked close to the walls to minimize risk of being found. She went on, until she reached the living room. No one seemed to be around. She ran to the front door as fast as she could, intending to forcibly open the doggy door with her shoulder as she comes into it. But just as she got two inches from hitting the doggy door, the whole front door opened wide, and Jill ran past it and between two giant legs until she fell down on the rough sidewalk outside. She'd done it! She's out! Jill almost cried of joy. Straightening herself up, she looked around making sure nobody noticed her, and went out to the street.
All she needs to do now is to find a passerby to help her get home...
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