“Well, if testing you is what we’re going with…” Brigitte tapped her chin, and looked at Quinn. Her eyes lit up. “Quinn! Take Hunter with you to the middle tower. He’ll be your partner for today’s shift, and maybe the rest of the week.”
Quinn nodded, understanding. “Of course.”
You smiled broadly. “Sounds like a plan to me, boss!”
Brigitte laughed at your bravado. “Alright, then get going, you two! Guard some lives!”
You and Quinn both nodded again, before you hopped up onto Quinn’s palm. Bracing yourself, you held steady as your black-haired roommate strolled out of the office and onto the beach proper. The sun was blisteringly hot, but thankfully you and Quinn had both put on some sunscreen (Quinn in particular had lathered up to the extreme). There was also an occasional breeze that felt quite good, especially on your miniscule body.
Quinn strolled purposefully towards the middle tower, which you could see was not too far away. It was a standard lifeguard lookout post, about twelve feet off the ground. That was only half what you were noticing, however, as your attention had shamefully wandered back to Quinn herself. In full motion, her gigantic breasts were once more bouncing in an eye-catching manner, and her one-piece was again riding up her massive booty, revealing even more of it to the world. You were hardly the only one staring too, as Quinn was drawing the eyes of everyone she walked by.
Even still, she seemed oblivious to the adoration of the beach goers, or her own sex appeal. Your roommate and new partner merely kept sauntering on, eventually reaching the bottom of the lifeguard tower. Without a word to you, she cupped her hand and tossed you into the sky. You screamed out in surprise, flew into the air, and then crashed back down up atop the tower, landing in a slightly squishy heap on the floor of the tower.
While you reformed, Quinn effortlessly scaled the ladder up onto the tower, and stood atop it seconds later. She spotted you immediately, and scooped you back up into her hand, then placed you on the railing that served as a barrier around the top of the tower. With you in place, she sank down into the lone chair, which looked to be made of uncomfortable hard plastic. You also couldn’t help but note how Quinn’s humongous ass just barely squeezed into the chair.
After a moment of silence, you spoke up. “So…this is the tower. What do we do now?” You looked at your new partner eagerly, and though she stared back apathetically at first, your enthusiasm for your new job rubbed off just a bit on her, and she soothed her expression.
“Not much, really.” Quinn shrugged. “If someone asks for help, we help them. If someone starts screaming out in the water, we save them. Otherwise…” She gestured in a circle. “This is our post for the rest of the shift. Get comfy.”
You laughed at her blunt explanation, and sat down on the wooden railing. It was smooth wood, so no splinters, thankfully. In fact, you bet that you were more comfortable sitting on the railing than Quinn was in her seat. Though it was early in the day, the sun had been bearing down for hours, and the plastic was probably quite broiling, not to mention how the chair pinched and poked at Quinn’s hips and back. You had to believe that it was built for lifeguard’s with much less developed proportions than the black-haired giantess.
The next twenty minutes were fairly uneventful. No one asked for help, no one screamed for a savior. The sounds of the beach were just the crashing of the waves, the laughing of the beach goers, the occasional windy breeze, and the cawing of seagulls. You passed the time with Quinn by asking her about some of her favorite memories working here. She was her usual cagey self for a bit, but she began to open up more as time went by. It was pretty fun.
Eventually, the fun came to an end, and a faint voice called out from the bottom of the tower. “Hey! Miss! Can you help me find my phone? I swear, I just had it!”
Quinn hopped to her feet instantly, and walked over to the railing, peering down at the young girl who had asked for help. “Of course. I’ll be right there.” She replied. She then looked back to you, forcing you to quickly clamp your open jaw shut, hoping Quinn hadn’t just caught you watching her bubble butt jiggle and shake due to how fast she had stood up.
From the way Quinn’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, and the way she reached a hand back to readjust her wedgied one-piece, you knew that she had caught you.
Trying to not address it, you stammered out. “U-uh…want me to come with?”
Surprisingly, Quinn shook her head. “No, not this time. It’ll take too long. Hold down the fort.” She said, and then turned on her heel without another word. In one effortless motion, Quinn flipped around onto the ladder, and descended it out of sight.
All alone, you went back to scanning the beach, looking for anything that might be amiss, or anyone who might need help. There were a huge number of people at the beach, laughing, tanning, playing volleyball, swimming, and just generally enjoying themselves. For one blissful moment, you felt that this job was truly the best thing to ever happen to you, or any tiny, for that matter. It was perfect.
The illusion of perfection shattered a moment later, when a squawking seagull dive-bombed through the air, coming to a screeching landing on the tower railing right beside you. You screamed and backed away, the giant bird like a mythical creature of death at your size. The seagull eyed you curiously, and took a step closer.
Not wanting to end up the meal for some bird, you blindly leapt from the railing towards the inside of the tower, hoping it wouldn’t follow you. You hadn’t exactly looked where you were jumping, though, and you ended up landing right in the lifeguard chair. The fall slightly squished your legs, but the real thing you noticed first was the burning sensation of the hot plastic. It felt like you had landed in lava, it was almost overwhelmingly hot.
A quick glance told you that the seagull had given up and flown away, allowing you to breath a sigh of relief and focus on reforming. Your feet had flattened out and stuck to the plastic, the sticky nature of your body no doubt enhanced by how searingly hot the plastic was. Almost as overbearing as the temperature was the residual scent of Quinn’s body wash mixed with her sweat. It was both gross and appealing, and that fact made it all the weirder.
Unfortunately, you had only just reformed one foot when the worst possible thing happened: Quinn appeared, having finished helping the young girl down below. She scaled the ladder with ease, and then approached her chair. You still couldn’t move, and could only look up at her in fear as she towered above you. Nightmare scenarios of her not noticing you and sitting down ran through your mind, but she actually spotted you right away.
Hands on her hips, Quinn frowned. “…what are you doing, Hunter? That’s not your seat.”
You held up your hands, willing your right foot to stop sticking to the chair. “I-I know, I know! I’m sorry, Quinn. A seagull flew by and scared me off the railing. This is where I fell.”
Quinn’s look of contempt told you that she didn’t believe you, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “Uh huh. You landed right where I’m supposed to sit. Honestly, I should already BE sitting, even if you are there. It’s not where you’re supposed to be, after all.”
“It’s the truth, honest! Please, Quinn, it won’t happen again!” You pleaded with your giantess lifeguard partner. “I’ll be more careful.”
An agonizingly long moment passed before Quinn closed her eyes and sighed. Reaching down, she plucked you up from her seat and returned you to the railing. She then sat back down, her butt audibly clapping against the plastic as she plopped into her chair. A grimace crossed your face, as visions of you being trapped under all of that played out in your mind.
You gave Quinn a big, genuine smile. “Thank you, Quinn. And I’m sorry.”
Quinn shook her head. “No, I believe you, about the seagull. That isn’t your fault, much. It would’ve been wrong to punish you for it.” She sighed, and you were about to speak again when she held up a finger, shushing you. “BUT, if it happens again, I won’t save you. You have to take care of yourself, Hunter, or you’ll always be as weak and frail as people say that tinies are. You won’t grow more dependable if I baby you every day during this job.”
You took stock of her words, and nodded. “Of course. You’re right.”
Quinn smiled faintly, and then was back to full business mode. “So if I see you on my chair again before I sit down…” She shrugged. “Don’t let me find you on my chair, is what I’m saying.”
“Roger that!” You saluted, earning a barely audible chuckle from the black-haired giantess. Then, the two of you went back to looking out over the beach. Your shift as partners continued.
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