This choice: your pile is knocked over just before closing and you reform by morning. • Go Back...Chapter #7Mistaken Identity by: Unknown As the day progressed, you felt nothing but more and more towels being added to the pile, furthering increasing the weight load that your battered body was expected to uphold. You knew that is was hopeless at this point, and they you were doomed to repeat this endless towel cycle for the foreseeable future. However, luck was partially on your side.
You heard the muffled sounds of the loud bells ringing throughout the park, signaling that the day had ended and the park was closing. You heard what sounded like stampedes of people exiting the park, and you prepared yourself for another long night leading into a day of torture.
Just then, something bumped into the pile of towels that you were a part of. You felt your whole world shift, as you and the stack of towel started to tumble. The towels poured out onto the ground, and the towel you were stuck to slid out as well, leaving you face up in the air. Not only did that fact give you fresh air to breath, but it also meant that you would be free to reform.
“Shit.” You heard a female voice say. It was the lifeguard who had knocked the stack of towels over. She glanced nervously around, not noticing any other staff member in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief. “What the hell. Not my job to pick these towels up. No one will know the difference.” The lifeguard shrugged, and she walked off, leaving the towels out on the ground. You were amazed by how lazy she was, but you eternally thanked her for unintentionally being your savior.
The lights in the park were shut off one by one, until you realized that everyone had left. You were all alone in the park, but you hardly cared. You were actually happy that no one was around to witness your reforming. They would probably scream in terror at seeing a three foot, teenage boy materialize from out of a towel and start walking around.
You knew that the reforming process would take a while after what you had been through, and it did. It was over four hours until your body was totally reformed back to normal. You stood above the strewn about towels, looking yourself over. Sure enough, your body was one hundred percent red, every single inch of you had been dyed. It would take a while for all of that to wash off.
You looked around for a way out of the park. It was practically pitch black, the only illumination coming from the stars and moon up above. You didn’t want to try and find the exit from where you currently were, as you feared getting lost. The last thing you wanted to happen was to fall in one of the pools. They ran the cleaners at night, and you would surely be sucked right into the drain, helpless until the staff arrived to throw you in the trash.
You looked to your right, and took note of the large wall beside you. The wall was nearly twelve feet high, but you knew that the parking lot was on the other side. If you could get out into the parking lot, you could get to people. People could help you call your mom, and you would be safe and sound at home before you knew it.
You spotted a big stack of red cushion looking objects sitting near the wall. They looked like the prime way to help you climb over the wall. You approached the stack, and began to scale it. The top of the wall was just in reach, but you underestimated the wobbly nature of the cushion stack. You overextended your reach, and the stack below you began to tip over.
You lost your balance, and crashed down onto the ground. It was a nearly eight foot drop, and your body partially flattened from the fall. Unfortunately, the cushion stack tipped over before you could run, and you were crushed underneath the surprisingly heavy cushions, trapped between the mountain above you and the ground below.
You cursed your terrible luck, and also your own stupidity. You had been blinded by the fact that safety was within reach, and you had overestimated your abilities. Now you were back to square one, trapped underneath a pile of something or other, with no way to free yourself. Angry, upset, and sad, you drifted off to sleep.
When you awoke, you heard the sounds of people walking around and talking. You realized that the park had reopened. You were still trapped, until the pile was suddenly lifted off of you. To your surprise, you still felt yourself stuck to something. Just then, the object you were stuck to was lifted into the air, and flipped over. You could see everything again, including the bright blue sky, and two girls on either side of you.
“These are what they ordered?” One of the girls asked, her voice clearly expressing her distaste. She was a lifeguard, and she had the tight, sexy two-piece bikini to show it. She had short black hair, and brown eyes. The front of her bikini stated her name in big, bold letters: ALICE. You recognized her appearance and voice as the lifeguard that had knocked over your pile of towels the previous night.
“Yeah. They were custom made.” The girl holding you replied. She was one of the employees of the park, but not a lifeguard.
“And I do what with these again?” Alice inquired.
“They’re seat cushions.” The employee answered, and your blood ran cold. You thought a towel was bad, but now you realized that you were plastered to a seat cushion! And you were face up, meaning a full course of ass was in your future.
“Seat cushions? That makes sense.”
“Yeah. You should know just how uncomfortable the lifeguard chairs are in this park. Put this seat cushion down before you sit, and experience the pure bliss it provides.”
“Pure bliss? We’ll see about that.” Alice scoffed, grabbing you from the girl.
“Don’t worry about being wet when you sit down either, as they’re waterproof!” The employee called, but Alice had already started walking away. She gripped you tightly, pressing you against the cushion beneath you. She carried you all the way to her lifeguard chair, and set you down on the chair when she reached it.
You stared up in horror at Alice, hoping and praying that she would somehow spot you. Unfortunately, your red body blended in perfectly with the red cushions, making you indistinguishable. You mentally gasped as Alice turned around, revealing her massive, jiggly ass to you. It was nearly as big as your mothers, and hardly contained by Alice’s skimpy bikini. You didn’t want to spend hours underneath her, but it looked like you had no choice.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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