Bath Time at Cindy's
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
rainman1131
Later, Jill and Jackie lay in the sink in Cindy's bathroom, up to their necks in the warm water, a thick froth of bubble bath covering their tiny bodies. They lay facing each other across the sink, resting their heads on the edge of the porcelain rim, arms stretched back behind them on the counter top.
"Still warm enough, girls? Need me to run some more hot water?" Cindy sat in a chair she had brought in from her adjoining bedroom. She had set the chair facing backwards, so that she could rest her arms on the back as she leaned forward talking to Jill and Jackie. The larger girl wore a terry cloth robe, and a towel wrapped around her still-wet hair.
"It's perfect, Cindy," sighed Jill, bringing one slender leg slowly out of the water, and splashing it playfully down.
"Mmm-humm," murmured Jackie, eyes closed.
Cindy smiled. "Good. You'll have to get out soon, though. We need to be sure to disinfect your scrapes and cuts."
"Okay," Jill said, as she absently rubbed at a tiny spear wound on the side of her index finger.
"Let me get you guys some shampoo," Cindy said suddenly, reaching over the sink and opening the medicine cabinet. As Cindy rummaged through the cabinet, Jill saw that Cindy's big, soft-looking robe had fallen open a little, showing the upper half of a huge breast. Jill had to suppress the urge to reach up and touch the soft flesh overhead.
Ordinarily, Jill was very intimidated whenever she was near big people when they were naked, her mother, for instance. There was just something about all that flesh out on display that just creeped her out. But with Cindy, it was different. The big girl had just finished her shower, and when she'd stepped out of the tub, Jill had had a good look at Cindy's giant, naked body. Jill thought Cindy was very shapely and cute, and she suspected the boys at Cindy's school probably thought so, too.
As Cindy had been drying herself with a big, fluffy towel, she noticed Jill staring up at her from the sink. The big girl's face had reddened, and she had slipped quickly into her robe.
Jill smiled again at the memory. She looked across the sink at Jackie, who was gesturing up at Cindy's open robe. Whispering so only Jill could hear, Jackie said, "One of those things could block out the sun."
Jill stifled a giggle.
"Found it!" Cindy said, leaning back in her chair, and holding up a small, gold-colored bottle. "Look! It's baby shampoo! Just the thing for my adorable little girls!"
Jackie slapped her hand into the water, splashing suds into the air. "Don't make me come up there, Kong."
Cindy laughed. "I'm sooo scared!"
Jackie slapped the water again, pouting furiously.
Jill, chuckling, said, "I'll take some of that shampoo, please, Cindy."
"Okay," Cindy unscrewed the cap and poured a dab of the amber-colored gel onto the end of her finger. She looked down at Jill. "Okay, dunk."
The tiny blond obeyed, ducking her head under to wet her hair, then bobbing back up, rubbing her fists into her eyes to keep out the soapy water.
Cindy placed the dollop of shampoo on top of Jill's head, then, seemingly on impulse, began to rub it gently into Jill's scalp. Jill offered no protest, instead rotating her head slowly around, allowing Cindy's huge finger to rub in the shampoo thoroughly. Cindy worked in the shampoo for the next couple of minutes, making sure to get every strand of the tiny girl's hair.
Finally, Cindy said, "Okay, Jill, dunk."
Jill did as she was told, ducking under once, then twice, to get all the lather off.
"Thanks, Cindy."
The big girl nodded, smiling. She turned to Jackie. "How about you, grumpy?"
The dark-haired girl held a hand out. "Yeah, I'll take some, but I can handle the job myself, Miss touchy-feely."
Cindy poured out another drop of shampoo, and patted it into Jackie's hand. "You're no fun."
Jackie ignored Cindy, and began working the shampoo into her hair.
"Anyway," Cindy said, her tone becoming serious. "I haven't thanked you guys for saving me. Thank you so much, Jill. Jackie."
"You're welcome, Cindy." replied Jill.
Jackie waved a soapy hand, giving her a sloppy half-salute.
Now Cindy bit her lip. "One thing I was thinking about. All those little people dying...just so...so I wouldn't be..." Cindy's voice trailed off, and Jill thought the big girl might be near tears.
Jill shook her head. "Don't go there, Cindy. Don't you dare feel guilty. My mom didn't care a bit about those little people. If Jackie and I had refused to do her dirty work, she would have just done it herself."
"Or had her loyal dog, Kurtz do it," Jackie put in, dunking her head to rinse.
"Yeah," agreed Jill. "The way things worked out, thanks to a brave little woman's plan, we managed to save thousands of those people."
"About that Jill," said Cindy, leaning closer. "What was the deal with that women with the ponytail? It seemed like you knew her. Did you-"
"I can't," said Jill, the hurt clear in her voice. She lowered her head, pausing. "I can't talk about that right now, okay, Cindy?"
Cindy blinked. "Okay, Jill." The larger girl brought down her finger, touching Jill's shoulder and drawing a line down Jill's tiny arm, rubbing it gently. Jill turned her face up to Cindy, smiling sadly. She reached her other hand out, grabbing the tip of Cindy's huge finger, giving it a squeeze.
There was only silence in the bathroom for several moments.
Then Jackie said, "So, Jill, now you've got an ID card to get into the place. What do you plan to do with it?"
Cindy lifted the credit-card sized piece of plastic off the counter, idly fingering the plastic loop attached to one end.
"Well," replied Jill, leaning up onto her elbows. "That's the question, isn't it? My mom expects me to join the team now. She thinks I'm on her side in this."
The room was silent once again.
"Well?" said Jackie at last. "Are you?"
"Jackie!" For the first time, Cindy was genuinely angry with the smart-ass little brunette, and really did feel like hitting her. "How can you say that? Jackie, you-"
Jill held up a hand to still Cindy, then turned to stare at Jackie across the sink. "I know you had to ask that, Jackie. Because she's my mom, and all. Where do my loyalties lie, right?"
Jackie dropped her eyes a moment, then raised them to face Jill again. Jackie nodded.
"The answer is, no. I am not joining my mom's team. But I'll tell you what I am going to do." She turned to look up at Cindy, then back to Jackie, a grim half-smile on her face. "I'm going to bring to that whole, God-damned place down, and I'll make sure that lying, murderous bitch goes down with it."
Jackie grinned back, reaching forward to grab Jill's soapy hand in hers. "I'll second that."
"Third it," Cindy said, placing her finger atop the tiny girls' clasped hands. Then, a delighted smile lit Cindy's face. "Now we can get those jackets with our names on them!"
Jackie slapped her hand to her eyes, shaking her head. She looked at Jill. "What are we gonna do with this goofy Biggie?"
Jill giggled. "We need her, Jackie." Jill tipped her head in Cindy's direction, throwing the larger girl a wink. "She's our muscle."
"Still warm enough, girls? Need me to run some more hot water?" Cindy sat in a chair she had brought in from her adjoining bedroom. She had set the chair facing backwards, so that she could rest her arms on the back as she leaned forward talking to Jill and Jackie. The larger girl wore a terry cloth robe, and a towel wrapped around her still-wet hair.
"It's perfect, Cindy," sighed Jill, bringing one slender leg slowly out of the water, and splashing it playfully down.
"Mmm-humm," murmured Jackie, eyes closed.
Cindy smiled. "Good. You'll have to get out soon, though. We need to be sure to disinfect your scrapes and cuts."
"Okay," Jill said, as she absently rubbed at a tiny spear wound on the side of her index finger.
"Let me get you guys some shampoo," Cindy said suddenly, reaching over the sink and opening the medicine cabinet. As Cindy rummaged through the cabinet, Jill saw that Cindy's big, soft-looking robe had fallen open a little, showing the upper half of a huge breast. Jill had to suppress the urge to reach up and touch the soft flesh overhead.
Ordinarily, Jill was very intimidated whenever she was near big people when they were naked, her mother, for instance. There was just something about all that flesh out on display that just creeped her out. But with Cindy, it was different. The big girl had just finished her shower, and when she'd stepped out of the tub, Jill had had a good look at Cindy's giant, naked body. Jill thought Cindy was very shapely and cute, and she suspected the boys at Cindy's school probably thought so, too.
As Cindy had been drying herself with a big, fluffy towel, she noticed Jill staring up at her from the sink. The big girl's face had reddened, and she had slipped quickly into her robe.
Jill smiled again at the memory. She looked across the sink at Jackie, who was gesturing up at Cindy's open robe. Whispering so only Jill could hear, Jackie said, "One of those things could block out the sun."
Jill stifled a giggle.
"Found it!" Cindy said, leaning back in her chair, and holding up a small, gold-colored bottle. "Look! It's baby shampoo! Just the thing for my adorable little girls!"
Jackie slapped her hand into the water, splashing suds into the air. "Don't make me come up there, Kong."
Cindy laughed. "I'm sooo scared!"
Jackie slapped the water again, pouting furiously.
Jill, chuckling, said, "I'll take some of that shampoo, please, Cindy."
"Okay," Cindy unscrewed the cap and poured a dab of the amber-colored gel onto the end of her finger. She looked down at Jill. "Okay, dunk."
The tiny blond obeyed, ducking her head under to wet her hair, then bobbing back up, rubbing her fists into her eyes to keep out the soapy water.
Cindy placed the dollop of shampoo on top of Jill's head, then, seemingly on impulse, began to rub it gently into Jill's scalp. Jill offered no protest, instead rotating her head slowly around, allowing Cindy's huge finger to rub in the shampoo thoroughly. Cindy worked in the shampoo for the next couple of minutes, making sure to get every strand of the tiny girl's hair.
Finally, Cindy said, "Okay, Jill, dunk."
Jill did as she was told, ducking under once, then twice, to get all the lather off.
"Thanks, Cindy."
The big girl nodded, smiling. She turned to Jackie. "How about you, grumpy?"
The dark-haired girl held a hand out. "Yeah, I'll take some, but I can handle the job myself, Miss touchy-feely."
Cindy poured out another drop of shampoo, and patted it into Jackie's hand. "You're no fun."
Jackie ignored Cindy, and began working the shampoo into her hair.
"Anyway," Cindy said, her tone becoming serious. "I haven't thanked you guys for saving me. Thank you so much, Jill. Jackie."
"You're welcome, Cindy." replied Jill.
Jackie waved a soapy hand, giving her a sloppy half-salute.
Now Cindy bit her lip. "One thing I was thinking about. All those little people dying...just so...so I wouldn't be..." Cindy's voice trailed off, and Jill thought the big girl might be near tears.
Jill shook her head. "Don't go there, Cindy. Don't you dare feel guilty. My mom didn't care a bit about those little people. If Jackie and I had refused to do her dirty work, she would have just done it herself."
"Or had her loyal dog, Kurtz do it," Jackie put in, dunking her head to rinse.
"Yeah," agreed Jill. "The way things worked out, thanks to a brave little woman's plan, we managed to save thousands of those people."
"About that Jill," said Cindy, leaning closer. "What was the deal with that women with the ponytail? It seemed like you knew her. Did you-"
"I can't," said Jill, the hurt clear in her voice. She lowered her head, pausing. "I can't talk about that right now, okay, Cindy?"
Cindy blinked. "Okay, Jill." The larger girl brought down her finger, touching Jill's shoulder and drawing a line down Jill's tiny arm, rubbing it gently. Jill turned her face up to Cindy, smiling sadly. She reached her other hand out, grabbing the tip of Cindy's huge finger, giving it a squeeze.
There was only silence in the bathroom for several moments.
Then Jackie said, "So, Jill, now you've got an ID card to get into the place. What do you plan to do with it?"
Cindy lifted the credit-card sized piece of plastic off the counter, idly fingering the plastic loop attached to one end.
"Well," replied Jill, leaning up onto her elbows. "That's the question, isn't it? My mom expects me to join the team now. She thinks I'm on her side in this."
The room was silent once again.
"Well?" said Jackie at last. "Are you?"
"Jackie!" For the first time, Cindy was genuinely angry with the smart-ass little brunette, and really did feel like hitting her. "How can you say that? Jackie, you-"
Jill held up a hand to still Cindy, then turned to stare at Jackie across the sink. "I know you had to ask that, Jackie. Because she's my mom, and all. Where do my loyalties lie, right?"
Jackie dropped her eyes a moment, then raised them to face Jill again. Jackie nodded.
"The answer is, no. I am not joining my mom's team. But I'll tell you what I am going to do." She turned to look up at Cindy, then back to Jackie, a grim half-smile on her face. "I'm going to bring to that whole, God-damned place down, and I'll make sure that lying, murderous bitch goes down with it."
Jackie grinned back, reaching forward to grab Jill's soapy hand in hers. "I'll second that."
"Third it," Cindy said, placing her finger atop the tiny girls' clasped hands. Then, a delighted smile lit Cindy's face. "Now we can get those jackets with our names on them!"
Jackie slapped her hand to her eyes, shaking her head. She looked at Jill. "What are we gonna do with this goofy Biggie?"
Jill giggled. "We need her, Jackie." Jill tipped her head in Cindy's direction, throwing the larger girl a wink. "She's our muscle."
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