"No point in wasting twice the water to bathe us separately. Might as well do it together." The Collector said aloud, stripping away her filthy hunting gear and setting it gently beside Ami's cosplay helmet. Pulling down her panties and removing them at the same time she stepped out of her socks, The Collector was naked from the waist down before she realized that she probably should've started the bath first. Turning to the simple but sturdy porcelain tub, The Collector dropped the bath stopper in and turned the both the hot and cold knobs. As a lady who liked her baths hot, she turned the hot water knob as far as it could go while giving the cold water knob only a quarter turn. Watching the water slowly fill up the tub, the collector stood and began to undo her bra.
"Hey, Collector, do you mind if I ask you something?" Ami thought, The Collector tossing her bra towards the clothing heap and inadvertantly catching its strap on one of the protruding ears of Ami's helmet.
"Of course! Speak your mind!" The Collecter answered in Ami's voice, sitting on the edge of the tub and dipping a finger into the water to test it. "Or think it, anyway" She added, a classic joke of hers.
"Do you have any friends?" Ami asked, her mental tone completely free of malice or contempt. It seemed like she was asking an honest question.
"What?" The Collecter flatly asked in her head, too surprised to articulate the thought.
"Like, do you have any friends that aren't part of your collection? Like, real people friends. With bodies and such. Do you have any?" Ami clarified.
"You're 'real people' too, you know. Just because you dress yourself like a cartoon character doesn't mean you are one." The Collector answered her, speaking slowly but not meanly.
"I mean, we're kind of fash-..." Ami stopped herself, as though she were about to think something that she'd regret having The Collector hear her think. Her mind went silent for a while, then thought "I'm just curious if there's anyone besides us. Friends, relatives, loved ones, people on the outside."
"Why?" The Collector asked. "You girls are all I need."
"Oh... no reason. Nevermind." Ami thought.
The bath was just about ready, and The Collector was happy to drop the subject if Ami was going to. Sticking her fingers into the matted bun of brown hair tied behind Ami's head, The Collector dug and pulled, dug and pulled, until the knots and tangles of sweat encrusted helmet hair cascaded down her bare back. She shook the head on her shoulders twice, feeling the hair not so much sway as scrap from side to side behind her. She could NOT let Ami go this long without a bath again.
Turning off the water, The Collector slid back and submerged herself in the steamy water up to her bust, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure as her arms rested along the rim of the tub. She closed her eyes and tilted her borrowed head back, slowly lowering her head back into the water until only her face remained above the surface, Ami's small round ears filling with water as she did so. She rested in that position for a while, smiling as the water worked its way between the fine hairs of her head and untangle them. Without opening her eyes, The Collector reached out and grabbed a bottle of shampoo and a poofy bath sponge. She dunked the sponge into the water, worked the shampoo into its nooks and crannies, then rose into a sitting position and massaging the sponge against Ami's scalp, the shampoo breaking down the compacted grime and sweat and dropping small grimy clumps into the water around them.
While none of Ami's thoughts were explicitly telegraphed or clear enough for consistent coherence, The Collector could still detect some flickers of emotion and Ami seemed to be enjoying her bath. She enjoyed the way The Collector's fingers moved through her hair, the feeling of the sponge against her scalp, getting pampered and cared for. The Collector, likewise, enjoyed the feeling of caring for the helpless head, knowing that it was she whom all the heads relied on and depended upon for everything and that she was always willing to benevolently provide. So long as they didn't want her to provide their escape, of course.
Satisfied with the cleanliness of Ami's hair, The Collector decided to clean her own body before Ami's face, as she felt it was almost ritual for her to clean any head just before or just after she removed them. Setting the shampoo and poofy sponge aside, The Collector opened her eyes as she gathered up a bar of pine scented soap and a more robust sponge. While the scent was a bit masculine, she felt it helped her blend into the forest better while also being pleasant to walk around the collection wearing it. Dunking the sponge and slathering it with soap, The Collector proceeded to wipe down her body, starting with her forearms and working her way towards her chest.
Tuning in on Ami's thoughts again, she noticed that the head's emotions seemed more intense now. She seemed to be enjoying this more than her own hair wash. "What's up? Did I not do a good enough job washing your hair?" The Collector asked aloud, Ami's subconscious performing the equivalent of a gasp at being called out.
"N-no, it's not that, it's just... I like the way your body feels. I mean, uh, the way you... you feel like... womanly. You know? Like, my old body wasn't... it didn't feel like this." Ami mentally stammered, her words coming through fuzzy as she struggled to find the right ones and struggled still harder in trying to suppress the wrong ones from leaking out. The Collector remembered Ami's body, a scrawny, short, stick figure of a thing that even the heavy padding of her homemade Celty costume couldn't hide the total lack of meat on her bones. If The Collector had to guess, Ami's couch potato lifestyle didn't have much regular exercise or large meals scheduled into it, just a lot of internet arguments and instant noodles. While none of the heads HAD to eat, a lot of them still requested food and candy for the nostalgia of it, or just to feel normal. Since she'd been collected, Ami had had 1 small blueberry milkshake on her birthday and exactly nothing else ever, as though she considered eating a hassle and was happy to be rid of the need.
That said, while she never had the time or energy to take care of her own body, she seemed to be rather infatuated by The Collector's healthy, athletic, well proportioned figure. The Collector detected Ami's strong feelings clearly even without the young adult's concious effort to convey them. She enjoyed the way her strong arms felt as she ran her fingers over them, the way her firm but plump breasts felt as she rubbed the sponge against them, the way her well defined belly felt as it curled and twisted in the near scalding water... wait, was Ami gay? Or bi? Was that why she was asking if The Collector had 'friends'? Had she been dancing around asking about if she had a boyfriend or girlfriend? Or was the Collector just looking too deep into it? Anyone would've been jealous to have a body like this one, especially someone who'd looked like Ami had. Her excitement could've easily been for herself, like this was merely a power fantasy for her to look like one of those ridiculously over-sexualized women in her silly cartoons without any of the effort. Plus, spending a lot of time deprived of a body often had the effect of making everything with it feel more intense. The Collector certainly felt her heads more intensely if she went a long time without wearing one, and Ami had gone unworn for a few months. She could simply be experiencing an intense reaction due to her heightened sensitivity, and nothing more.
The Collector decides to...
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