“Actually, I think that working at the beach would be a pretty easy job for me to handle.” You reasoned. “I love to help people out, and I think that I’m pretty athletic. I don’t know how good I’d be at saving people, but I can help with any other issues, or be on the lookout for people in need.”
Quinn smiled approvingly. “That’s a good attitude to have. You’ll fit in, I guess.”
You could tell that Morgan was a bit letdown that you hadn’t picked her, and Avery was pretty upset that you hadn’t chosen her either. However, there really was no way around it. It’d be impossible for you to balance three jobs at once. You just decided that you would need to hang out with them later to make it up to them.
The rest of the day passed by fairly uneventfully. The four of you spend time hanging around and chatting in the living room, eventually transitioning into watching a movie. The movie came after dinner, which was efficiently prepared by Morgan and served by Quinn. It was really just a few frozen meals heated up, but it was still a meaningful gesture and a tasty experience.
After the movie finished, it was nearing ten o’clock at night, and each of the girls meandered upstairs to their rooms. Surprisingly, they each seemed to have forgotten about you, and left you all by yourself on the couch in the living room. You couldn’t really blame them, as this was only the first night for the three girls living under the same roof as a tiny like yourself. Your existence hadn’t become fully routine for them yet. Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold in the living room, and the couch cushion was nice and comfy, so you easily fell asleep.
*****
You awoke to Quinn standing above you, saying your name and lightly pushing the couch cushion with her foot to shake you awake. When you sat up groggily, she seemed to smile somewhat at your disheveled appearance, before switching back to her usual apathetic expression.
“Breakfast in the kitchen.” She said, jerking her head to motion towards the kitchen. She then sauntered away, leaving you to fulfill your morning obligations yourself. This method of treatment was still so foreign to you, but there was admittedly something empowering about a giantess letting you act completely on your own.
After getting dressed and freshening up, you trekked over to the kitchen, narrowly avoiding Morgan’s pounding feet as she strode to the front door. You would’ve hated to get trampled under her sneakers as she left for the gym, so you were lucky you’d leapt to the side in time. You were doubly lucky Avery was still asleep too, as you had no doubt, she’d find a few to screw this morning up for you in that ditzy, bubbly way of hers.
Climbing up onto the kitchen table, you found that Quinn had set you aside some crackers and a shot glass of apple juice to drink from. Giving her an appreciative thumbs up, you dug into your meal, easily satisfying your hunger before you’d even finished off all of the crackers. Quinn didn’t say anything during the meal, but you caught her staring at you twice.
Finished eating, Quinn lifted up a duffel bag of her own onto the table, and gestured to an unzipped pocket on the side. “Get in. Easiest way to carry you, Hunter.”
“Sure thing.” You nodded, obliging the black-haired giantess. Scrambling up into the pocket, you fit snuggly inside. You watched the outside world disappear as Quinn zipped it up, and then everything began to swing and shake as Quinn shouldered the bag and headed for the door. In almost any other circumstance, this would terrify you, but you felt strangely at peace with placing your trust in your new roommate.
You felt your bag being set down on the passenger’s seat, and then the car start up. It was a bit boring in the bag, but surprisingly comfy, and one hundred percent safe. The drive to the beach took a little over a half hour, but finally you heard the car stop. Quinn picked the bag back up, and gently patted the pocket you were in.
“We’re here. Sanderson Beach.” She explained, and if you listened closely enough, you could hear the seagulls and the waves in the distance. “I need to go to the employee locker room to change, and then I’ll take you to the office to meet with Brigitte.”
You pounded back against Quinn’s hand as a sign of understanding, earning yourself the quietest and quickest of laughs you’d ever heard, before your giantess carrier headed off to the locker room. You couldn’t do much but keep waiting in the pocket, but you obviously knew why. In fact, you began to feel both embarrassed and intrigued by the fact that Quinn was now carrying you into the women’s locker room. You had never in your life been in one.
Ten minutes of mostly silence passed, though you heard Quinn give a muffled ‘hello’ to someone else in the locker room with her. Finally, your pocket was unzipped, and you were quickly grabbed up by Quinn’s giant, soft hand, her fingers enveloping you as she retrieved you. You were taken out of the bag and placed down on one of those hard-wooden benches common in locker rooms, and found yourself staring up at the black-haired giantess.
All rational thought fled your mind. Your jaw openly dropped, and your knees felt weak. Quinn had been unfathomably attractive upon first meeting her, but this was on a whole other level. While you’d been in the bag, she’d changed into what you could only assume was her lifeguard uniform. Though it was only a simple red one-piece bikini at the end of the day, the very sight of it rocked your world.
Quinn’s heavily abundant chest was wildly pronounced, as her gigantic breasts strained against the tight fabric of the bikini. The bikini clung to Quinn’s body like a second skin (at a guess, it was a size too small for the curvaceous girl), and showed off so much of her porcelain smooth flesh. Every time Quinn so much as shifted slightly, her boobs jiggled, and the word ‘LIFEGUARD’ which was printed across her chest was stretched and distorted to a comical degree.
Noticing your extremely obvious stare, Quinn frowned and crossed her arms, succeeding only in squishing her abundant breasts more prominently. “Wow, perv. I thought you were better than that, Hunter.”
You hastily clamped your jaw shut and stammered out a defense. “I-I just didn’t k-know you had changed! Caught me off guard!”
“It was the only spare uniform close to my size that they had.” Quinn sighed. “That’s why it’s so…” She cut herself off, and a faint color flared up in her cheeks. “A-anyway…it sucks, but whatever. Doesn’t bother me that much.”
“I think you look really great!” You said, smiling (and secretly praying that a compliment was the right course of action here).
Quinn quirked her mouth in a show of disbelief. “What?”
“I said you look great! Really!” You nodded enthusiastically.
Quinn seemed to debate whether you were being sincere or not for another second, and then finally smiled very softly. The blush had returned to her cheeks. “Th-thanks, Hunter.”
Grabbing up her bag, Quinn effortlessly tied her short hair back and out of her eyes, then turned to put her bag into the locker behind her. For the second time in a row, your breath caught in your throat, and your jaw fell back open again.
If Quinn was impressive from the front, her backside was a heaven all onto itself. Her humongous derriere was impossibly alluring in her one-piece, each plump but doughy cheek perfectly sculpted into a big bubble booty. The one-piece left most of Quinn’s creamy cheeks exposed, and it squeezed her ass so tight that the slightest movement shook it like an irresistible bowl of jelly. You desperately wished for nothing else than to leap into its pillowy embrace, this butt to end all butts bigger and more entrancing than any on the planet, in your books.
Oblivious to your staring, Quinn put her bag into her locker, then turned back to pick you up. Holding you in her hand, she walked out of the locker room and to the office. As she walked, you found it nigh impossible to not stare at her bountiful bosom or bodacious booty bounce and sway as she walked. Quinn was on a whole other level of thickness and beauty, and it was a shame she seemed oblivious to that. You also took note of how her one-piece seemed to keep riding up her butt crack, revealing even more of her ass. That whole ‘size too small’ issue was causing her a wedgie she had to keep picking out.
At the office, Quinn introduced you to the chief lifeguard of Sanderson Beach, Brigitte. Brigitte was a twenty-five-year-old woman whose standout features were her fiery mane of red hair and her pronounced muscles and defined abs. She was alluringly muscled, fit but still feminine. Her own one-piece fit much more naturally than Quinn’s, but she was still decently curvy under it. Her smile was award-winning.
“So, little dude, it’s a job you want?” Brigitte asked, still smiling at you. It was a bit intimidating, how closely she was leaning in towards Quinn’s hand to look at you.
“Uh…yes! Yes, ma’am! Any job you need, I’ll do it.” You proudly declared.
Brigitte grinned. “Love the attitude, man! I’ll hold you to that.” She stood back to her full height of 6’2”, and walked out from behind her desk. From what you’d gathered, she spent most days handling office affairs. “Let’s see…it’s sudden to throw on another new lifeguard. We already have three others on shift today…”
Quinn mused. “With three lifeguard towers overlooking the beach, we can always use more eyes.”
“True.” Brigitte agreed. “Tell ya what, Hunter. Do me proud for one whole week, and you’ve got a guaranteed position. Deal?”
“Absolutely!” You said, shaking the red head’s extended finger as a show of signing off on this new job. What’s your first task?
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