While initially reluctant, Aladdin eventually nods his consent.
“Thank you,” Jasmine cooed. “Trust me; this is for the best.” She reached out for the rag’s bottom and carefully lifted it. Her grin broadened as she beheld the tiny boy’s unusually pale body, and it was hard not to start laughing. She’d never seen a naked male before, and laughing would only make the poor thing needlessly self-conscious, yet it was a struggle to hold it in. “So adorable!” she squeaked in girlish delight.
“I… am?” Aladdin asked while covering his privates.
“Of course, you are. Just look at you.” Jasmine motioned up and down his tiny form. “I’m sorry, but I just love your little arms and little legs. And look at this.” She reached out and pushed her finger onto his rear. “Such a tiny bottom. Oh, you’re cuter than any doll father ever bought me.”
“Wait, you… really like me?”
“Of course, I do. Did you think I wouldn’t?” Jasmine asked while still stroking a finger down his smooth back. She liked how his skin’s friction complimented the tiny protrusions of his bones.
Aladdin pursed his lips. “Well, um, whenever people saw me before, they’d always throw things at me, and call me a rat or a bug.”
Jasmine’s expression grew stern. “I swear, so long as you’re with me, no one will ever hurt you like that again.”
Aladdin blinked. Since his parents died, the only one who ever looked that concerned about him was Abu. “Well, I guess we’ll see.”
“We will. Speaking of seeing, I think it’s time we got you cleaned.” Jasmine cupped her hand behind Aladdin and gently coaxed him over to a basin in the counter. “This is a sink. Water is pumped through this part,” she pointed, “and I’ll use this to scrub you down,” she finished while indicating a clean rag and a red bar.
“Well, if that’s how it’s done,” Aladdin accepted as he slid into the basin. Jasmine turned the knob that unleashed a downpour of cool, clear water onto the boy. He briefly tensed from the chill, but quickly adjusted. The cascade from the faucet slowly eased his tensions as he said, “This isn’t my first bath, ya know.”
“I should hope not, but it’s clearly been a while,” Jasmine giggled, turning off the water once it was chest-high with her pet.
“Yeah, things got messy with the dancers, so their boss had to scrub the place pretty often. So whenever she did, I’d sneak some of the cleaning water for myself.”
Jasmine hummed. “I can’t say I approve of stealing, but I understand that you didn’t have much choice. Remember what I said. So long as you’re with me, just ask for what you want. And if that’s another bath, then I’ll be happy to help.” She dunked the clean rag in the water and rubbed it against the bar until they produced a frothy lather. “Okay, we’re about to start, so let me know if I’m being too rough.”
Aladdin chuckled. “The pampered princess is worried about being rough.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes and pressed the rag to Aladdin’s back, mindful of his sounds as she measured her actions. “Is that fine?”
“Mmh, yeaaah,” Aladdin almost purred as he leaned into the fabric. “N-now, over here,” he instructed and angled his body to the side while lifting one arm. “Oh, that’s good.”
Jasmine giggled and released a relieved sigh. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She got down on her knees for a closer look at the tiny boy. The suds obscured most of his body, but she had no less fun watching his little limbs bend as he turned to meet her scrubbing. It warmed her heart to see him show this level of trust. Then, just because she could, she poked at his still bulging belly and watched it jiggle. “Hehe.”
“You like seeing my belly so big?”
“I do. If any normal person had a stomach that size, I think they’d tip over.” Jasmine giggled when she poked him again. “It’s like you’re wearing a very thin water skin.”
“It’s not that funny,” Aladdin said while slapping his gut with full might, sending ripples across his expansive middle and triggering a small giggle fit from the princess. “What? I told you, it’s not funny,” Aladdin insisted while slapping the other side. Jasmine had to cover her mouth to muffle her titters. “Hey, who gave you permission to laugh?” Aladdin demanded while rapidly tapping his stomach like a drum. “Pssh, and here I thought a princess would have better manners.”
“Hey, that’s not *hehe* fair,” Jasmine said through her giggles. “I’m one of the most well-mannered people I know.”
“Do you know a lot of guards?”
“I do,” Jasmine warily replied, certain that she knew where this was going.
“Then that’s not much of an accomplishment,” Aladdin finished with a proud smirk, only to be taken aback when the giant woman swooned. “Uh, princess?”
“Jasmine. Call me Jasmine,” she corrected while staring with tender intensity at the boy.
“Okay, Jasmine. Um, are you alright?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, I’m sorry. It’s just that… I can’t even remember the last time I had this much fun talking with someone. Thank you.”
Aladdin bashfully rubbed the back of his head. “It’s no problem, I guess. I’m having fun talking with you, too. You have a very pretty laugh.”
Jasmine felt a strange tingle deep in her core. Aladdin had stopped trying to cover himself and had fully faced her. However, his expanded stomach still blocked her view between his legs. For whatever reason, she felt a building desire to see that part as well. “We should hurry and get you clean,” she said while snaking the rag under his belly. She couldn’t feel much through the rag, yet it still gave her an odd thrill to know where she was touching. Not to mention that Aladdin’s adorable blush had returned with a vengeance, which only intensified the tingle.
“I, um, I-I only ever used scraps to wash down there,” Aladdin blurted, trying to break the awkward silence. “This, um, feels weird.”
“Oh, am I too rough? Should I stop?” Jasmine fretfully asked.
“No-no,” Aladdin hurriedly countered. “I don’t mind. At least, I don’t think I do. It just feels a little weird.” He stared appraisingly up at the giant woman’s vast face. “Did you get prettier?”
It was Jasmine’s turn to blush. “Well, I don’t think so. I haven’t put makeup on or anything.”
“I think you’d look pretty even without it.”
The tingle grew until Jasmine caught herself grinding her thighs together. As much as she wanted to continue playing with that one spot, she forced herself to move the rag to Aladdin’s leg. The water rippled and splashed as she worked, and her hands grew pruney, but she didn’t mind. This was too much fun to stop.
Suddenly, Aladdin had an idea, but it took him a second to build up the courage to share it. “Jasmine, after we’re done here, do you think I could return the favor and clean you?”
Jasmine’s cheeks turned beat red. “I-I y-y-youuu, uh…”
“It’s only fair,” Aladdin reasoned with a child’s certainty.
Jasmine mentally screamed at herself for this absurd reaction. This was a little kid, and a tiny one at that. the regular rules didn’t apply. There was nothing wrong with him seeing her… and touching her… and—No! she internally screamed. H-he’s just a pet. Undressing in front of him is no different than being naked in front of Rajah, or a servant on bathing duty. Wait… Jasmine beamed at her brilliance. “That might take a while.” She gestured behind her at the porcelain tub. “I’ll have to call a servant to warm up the water for me, and that’ll take a few minutes,” she explained, confident that she’d avoided this awkwardness.
“That’s okay, I can wait,” Aladdin evenly replied.
No, my plan fell apart! Jasmine internally screamed again. She still didn’t understand why she was reacting this way. The only thing she knew for certain was that the awkwardness would likely intensify once they were naked together. Was there any way out of this?
1 Jasmine relents and bathes with Aladdin
2 A servant calls Jasmine to dinner with her father
3 Meanwhile, a sullen man skulks around the castle
4 Meanwhile, a mysterious woman snoops through Agrabah
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