(Originally written by Hectic)
"Oh wait a minute!" Brigitte exclaimed, raising her finger and eyebrows at the same time as she seemingly remembered something. "I completely forgot about our tinies only section of our beach! We typically have had one of our normal sized lifeguards watch over it, as its pretty much just a 10x10 foot square of sand leading up to the water. But quite often there are issues that could likely use a bit more precision than our girls can give. I mean you save dozens of tiny guys from drowning without so much as a thank you, but accidentally kidnap a few guys after the waves slide them into the back of your swimsuit and you’ll never live it down.” Brigitte shook her head, part of her chuckling at her quick anecdote, and part actually annoyed by it.
“So that’s where you come in,” she continued, “There’s an appropriately sized lifeguard tower towards the edge of the zone, as well as a tiny megaphone for you to yell at any of the tiny guys in there or any normal sized girl trying to enter the zone.” You smiled in return, appreciative of the inclusion of the megaphone. While some strange part about the physiological changes of men allowed your voices to travel to normal girls’ ears most of the time, seemingly if they weren’t paying enough attention then they often still wouldn’t hear you. Being able to bolster your voice even a bit would likely be quite helpful.
Brigitte leaned over you once more, her powerfully toned body contrasting the overwhelming softness of your new giantess roommate behind you. “Save people who need saving, help people who need helping, it’s pretty self explanatory. Now get out there, and you too, Wallace, you’ll be manning the station that the tiny section is in. Keep an eye out and help him if he needs it but I don’t want to catch you doing his job for him!” Brigitte’s firmness was accompanied by a level of genuine confidence and enthusiasm that somehow reassured you. While she looked intimidating, you could tell that if you stayed on her good side then she would be a good ally to have.
“Yes ma’am, believe me I won’t be babying this guy. He’s gotta survive on his own somehow.” Quinn said to Brigitte, her eyes flicking down to you midway through her sentence. In a way you really appreciated Quinn’s blunt, no nonsense way of speaking to you. You had grown used to women either taking care of your every need in an overbearing way, or actively seeking out to torture you. Either way the fact that you were only an inch tall seemed to almost always be the focus of any woman’s attention towards you. It was quite refreshing to hear Quinn actually talk to you as an equal, even if you were about 1/70th her height.
Quinn then plucked you up in her hand, readjusting so you could sit on her palm as she turned and walked swiftly out of the office. Making a pitstop back in the locker room, Quinn stopped by her locker, placed you on the bench, and took out a large tube of SPF 100 sunscreen. You could only gawk up at your giant friend as she began to smear the cream over every inch of exposed flesh. You watched her soft hands caressing each of her comically oversized assets, making sure she didn’t miss a single spot. The amount of sunscreen she needed to cover a single gargantuan butt cheek would probably be a lifetime supply for you. In the middle of your deep trance you heard Quinn’s voice,
“Staring again, perv. If you’re going to work as a lifeguard you’re going to have to learn how to keep your composure around regular girls in bikinis.” Quinn’s tone indicated half annoyance, but also half genuine enjoyment that she took from poking fun at you. Either way, you were about to shout back to her that she was far beyond a “regular girl” as she said due to her ludicrously attractive looks, but before you could speak a drop of sunscreen as big as you landed right on you. You quickly dug your way out of the thick substance, reaching the top to catch the tail end of a light chuckle coming from Quinn. By the time you pulled yourself out of the glob you were sufficiently covered head to toe, ensuring that you would neither melt nor burn yourself in the hot sun. Quinn then reached down with a finger, swiping up the remaining sunscreen on the bench and rubbing it into her the last spot on her ass that she hadn’t yet covered. Quinn caught you looking once more and simply rolled her eyes before picking you up yet again.
“Come on let’s get out there” she said as she closed her locker and began powerfully walking out into the blistering sun. It was a scorching day on the beach, happy to be covered in Quinn’s extra strong sunscreen. Since both of your stations were located towards the middle of the beach, it only took you a matter of minutes to reach them. You saw the tinies only section from your perch in Quinn’s hand. It consisted of a number of spikes in the sand, with bright red rope traveling between them, effectively sectioning off the 10x10 foot area that Brigitte had been talking about before. You saw it was fairly crowded too, with a number of guys looking to simply spend a nice day at the beach without fear of being crushed by a roaming giantess. It honestly looked pretty fun to you, briefly making you wish that you had more friends your size. Spending all of your time with giant women had its benefits for sure, but the normalcy of the tiny zone did seem like a welcome change of pace for once. Quinn finally arrived at the edge of the rope, bending over to drop you off in the sand. As she did so you saw each and every head in the zone turn to stare at the hanging mountain of cleavage behind them. Honestly, you couldn’t blame them, you were too. Quinn’s body was a spectacle, even if she didn’t often acknowledge it.
“Alright, Hunter, do some good work today. I want to make sure you keep this job… it would be kind of cool to keep working together like this.” Quinn said down to you, once again showing just the slightest crack in her normally apathetic attitude. She then stood back up, returning to her full height, and turned to walk back towards her own normal sized lifeguard tower. Once more you and the sea of tiny guys in the section stared at the ridiculous ass eating up the backside of her lifeguard one piece with each passing step. You shook yourself out of staring and walked a few steps, climbing the lifeguard tower and sitting yourself in the high chair. Sure enough the megaphone was hanging off of the armrest and there was a miniature umbrella casting a nice shadow over you. You looked out beyond the tiny guys’ zone and saw a myriad of beautiful giant women frolicking and having fun on the beach. You breathed a sigh of contentment, maybe your job wouldn’t be so bad after all. After all, you knew from experience that guys were fairly resilient, so you didn’t have much fear of actually needing to save any lives. It seemed like a pretty solid gig.
What befalls you as lifeguard of the tinies only section?
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