This choice: You're Helping Gertrude on Lifeguard Duty • Go Back...Chapter #3"Big, fat guy. I mean, like, orca fat." by: Unknown "...anybody need help?" I weakly called out. Nobody really cared that I'd appeared, save for Garnet, who gave me a polite nod. I returned, but she didn't run up to me, either. "Hello?"
I'd easily lost track thanks to Gertrude and her swimming, though. She rocketed back towards shore so fast that she'd struck the beach in a vast explosion of sand and water, still skidding a several dozen feet along the coast until she slid past the beach chairs, halting with a lingering wobble. Even as she laid atop her monstrous belly she could probably look down on a house's roof, and the moisture clinging to her blubber gave her oil-black skin a slippery sheen under the artificial light from the dome's screen.
Even as far away as I was, I could hear her grunt as she pushed down on the ground and heaved herself up so she'd roll back and strike the ground with her feet, dusting herself off. As fate'd have it, she glanced toward my entrance and perked up, bulldozing a path of wet sand along the beach as she turned and stomped my way.
"Good morning, Gregory! How're you, today?" For someone as big as she was, she spoke in the sweetest, most babysitter-worthy voice you'd ever think a giant could speak in.
"Hey, Gertude. I'm doing okay, you?"
"Mm-hmm! I'd actually called Miss Holmes for some help, today. Could you help me out with the water slides?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well, we're just a little under-staffed, today. That, and one of the flumes'd been clogged, again..."
THEY FUCKING ASK FOR YOUR FUCKING GIRTH THE FUCKING MOMENT YOU FUCKING GET IN THE FUCKING LINE HOW THE FUCK CAN WE FUCKING KEEP FUCKING GETTI "I'm on it. Lead the way."
.....
The tip of Rapid Mountain was probably the only angle in the resort where you could make out the little lines between each screen piecing together the facade of the clear sky, but the rare 100-footers visiting'd probably get a better view than anybody else. Down below, the mountain was tangled by a medusa of hundreds of colorful plastic tubes weaving around and through the few remaining slivers of rock face left visible, all tangled up in a crazed attempt to give every single girth class as much of the fair experience they could; Torpedo tubes, bowl rides, body flumes, funnel tubes, every possible variety, some big enough to pilot a yacht through.
The only ride that wasn't in action when Gertrude picked me up was a bowl slide at the "fifteen-er" level. They'd already had the ropes hooked up to the mouth's face, leaving me with only having to strap up into the harness and weave the cords through.
That, and rappelling down a 50 degree drop.
"Are you sure you don't mind? I'd do it myself, but..." She looked down at her stomach, whose girth wouldn't last ten feet.
"Meh, somebody's gotta do it. Just not somebody keeping me from working in the White Brimstone."
At that, Gertrude gave an unwilling snicker.
"On my mark...going down."
Gertrude sat before the mouth, easing the main rope into the tube to keep it taut and even as I descended into the slide's darkness. The water hadn't dried out from the floor in the short while it'd been shut down, and from what little light I had to work with I could plainly see the shine of the slick surface I had to work on. My feet practically slid down on their own, but by the time I was in pitch darkness I'd eventually stumble on the journey along the pipe, and have to work on keeping my body nice and straight.
It may have been bad, but it was the trip back I was dreading, the most.
"HELLO? IS ANYBODY THERE?" Someone's voice echoed from the other end, but they sounded less panicked than they did demanding. "C'MON, I'VE BEEN STUCK HERE TWENTY MINUTES!"
"I'm coming, miss, just wait a few moments longer!"
Within the growing light on the other end, I could see a flood of water lingering at the entrance of the bowl. When I was close enough that I wouldn't crack my head by jumping, I yanked the call cord three times, and the main went slack, allowing me to slide down into three feet of water.
I waded into the round, gaping chamber at the tube's end, where the eager guest was trapped in the center, wriggling to free herself from the ride...
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