(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
"So, I know it isn't exactly a me-and-you kind of date, but I got a call last night from my friend Viola. She works with me at The Oasis."
You nodded. "Yeah, I met here a few times." Your interactions with her had been brief, but she was always nice and courteous to you and Mari. She was a fairly thin girl, reserved and soft-spoken, but definitely excellent at her job as a lifeguard.
Mari anxiously twirled a strand of her hair. "So, basically, Viola called me and said some family emergency had come up, and wondered if I could...uh...cover her shift today. Even though...you know...it's my day off."
You already pieced together what your girlfriend was saying. "And you said yes, didn't you?"
Mari nodded, hesitantly biting her lip. "Yeeeeeah. I know I should've checked with you first, but-"
You held up a hand. "Hey, no buts, miss! Unless it's your cute booty, that is." Mari smirked at your ridiculous wordplay, and you continued. "I think it's super sweet that you're always willing to help out other people. Is your plan for me to tag along on your shift?"
"Yeah, actually. It's almost always pretty quiet at The Oasis, so I could really use some eye candy up in the lifeguard chair to help pass the time."
Your heart rate fluttered at the promise of 'passing the time' with Mari, so you eagerly nodded. "I'm game. It sounds fun!"
Mari smiled brilliantly. "Oh, thanks, Matt! You're the best!" She shot you up to her plush lips for another enveloping kiss, then set you down on the table. She sauntered over to the closet to slide on some flip-flops, then came back to you with her purse and pool bag in hand. She squatted down beside the table, giving you enough height to leap across from the table onto her shoulder (after catching a quick peek at the incredible sight of Mari's buttocks thrust out from her squat).
Grabbing some hair strands to stabilize yourself, you and Mari were off, leaving her house and heading out to her car. Mari slid gently into the driver's seat, having perfected the art of getting into her car without dislodging you from her shoulder (after many, many incidents of you falling off and onto her seat, whereupon Mari crushed you beneath her obliviously). Normally you'd then leap off to the cupholder for the journey, but as The Oasis was mere minutes away, you opted to just stay on your girlfriend's shoulder instead.
The drive was short and uneventful, though Mari did try her best to annoy you with purposefully off-key singing to the radio. You made your displeasure playfully clear by blowing a raspberry into her ear, to which Mari cried out in surprise and lightly slapped her shoulder, squishing you flat, but in a gentle and clearly non-malicious way.
You were still flattened and reforming when Mari parked in the employee area of the parking lot and exited her car, strolling up to the employee locker room at the back of The Oasis. She entered the locker room, approached her designated locker, and prepared to grab her custom-made swimsuit. The owner of The Oasis gave each lifeguard a custom-tailored suit when they joined, as one of the many signing bonuses. It was yet another perk of the job that Mari treasured, because she was certainly aware that any other one-piece would be a tight fit on her curvy frame.
Only...her suit wasn't in her locker where she'd left it yesterday.
Mari frowned, setting her purse and bag down, and began looking all around the other lockers for her missing suit. Once you reformed, you hopped off of her shoulder and slid down her body to the ground, helping your titanic girlfriend check by looking under benches and other dusty corners. The suit was nowhere to be found.
You crawled out from under the dank cabinet you'd just searched, only for a dark shadow to appear over your head. Acting almost entirely on instinct, you screamed out and jumped to the side, right as a massive object slammed into the ground with a resounding 'clap' of bare skin on tiled floor. The ground shook from the reverberations, and you found yourself staring right into the polished black toenail of a perfectly pedicured foot.
Trailing your gaze upwards, you followed the foot up a long, shapely leg, to more and more creamy white skin, eventually leading to a noticeably rounded butt, toned abs, and a perky chest, all contained within the unmistakable bright red hue of a lifeguard uniform. Dark hair with silvery highlights framed a probably quite attractive face that was nonetheless firmly locked into a disgusted sneer, staring daggers right at you.
"You've got to be shitting me, little perv." The girl seethed, and began raising her foot to stomp again. "Get what you deserve, bug."
"OH MY GOD, STOP!" Mari cried out from across the locker room, finally noting what was transpiring. She rushed over to the girl, who she was a good head taller than, and put a firm hand on her shoulder. "It's not a bug, Hanna. It's a tiny."
The girl, apparently Hanna, shrugged, her foot still dangling precariously above you. "So?"
Mari's eyes narrowed. "He's also my boyfriend, not some perv who snuck in here."
Hanna glanced back at you, spreading her toes to get a glimpse of you. Terrified, you managed a shaky wave. With a dramatic sigh, Hanna let her foot fall to the side (but still terrifying close to you). She then wandered away, apparently to get something from her locker. From the stenciled imprint of her own name on the back of her suit, it was obvious she was an employee of The Oasis, and probably a new one, as you didn't recognize her.
Mari popped another squat to reach down and grab you, then moved you to the nearest bench. She leaned close and whispered conspiratorially. "That girl is Hanna Chambers. She's the newest lifeguard. She's great at her job...but kind of snarky." Mari flicked her eyes over to Hanna to make sure she wasn't listening. "A bitch, to people she doesn't know. And to our tiny patrons." Mari smiled. "But don't worry, I'll keep you away from her."
Mari then stood up and spoke louder. "Actually, Hanna. Have you seen my suit anywhere around?"
Hanna turned to face Mari. "Yep, but it's gone now. I think Viola was so flustered when she left last night that she took it home instead of her own. I noticed when I started this morning that your locker was left open. Viola must've confused it for hers, or something."
Mari's frown deepened. "Uh...wait. So what suit am I supposed to wear, then?"
Hanna threw her hands up. "Not my problem, Mari. Just use Viola's. It should be still sitting in her own locker."
Mari winced. Tentatively, she turned to open Viola's locker, and found that, yes, her good friend's suit was still inside. Mari pulled it out, and held it beside herself. She chewed her lip anxiously, and even from your perspective, you could see why. Viola's suit was easily several sizes too small for Mari. Sure, it could probably stretch, but would it be enough?
Hanna's lips curled into a small, smug smirk. "I mean, you don't really have any other options, huh, Mari? Unless you want to turn your little...ugh...boyfriend into a replacement suit for the day?"
Mari's cheeks flared up, as did your own. "N-No, I'll manage." Mari insisted.
"Whatever." Hanna shrugged, before wandering out of the locker room.
You looked up at your giantess girlfriend, and flashed her a confident thumbs-up. "You can do it, Mari! I believe in you!" Your attempt at levity at least brought a smile back to Mari's face, but it was fleeting.
With no options left, Mari begrudgingly got to work. You respectfully turned around as to not stare, taking the opportunity to strip off your shirt and shorts, remove your underwear, then put your shorts back on to act as a makeshift swimsuit. Behind you, you could hear Mari take off her street clothes, and then you heard nearly five minutes of Mari stumbling around, swearing under her breath, and also the sounds of fabric and lycra stretching and snapping into place.
After a moment, everything was silent, so you risked turning around, and nearly died of shock.
Mari was, technically, wearing Viola's suit, but to say it fit was a gross misuse of the word. The red one-piece was stretched to the absolute limit to fit Mari's generously curvy body. It compressed tightly against her stomach, her big breasts bulged at the top, revealing most of her deep cleavage and stretching the words 'LIFEGUARD' to a comical degree, and the lower half of the suit couldn't even begin to contain Mari's monumental derriere. Each ass cheek was almost entirely hanging out, the suit acting more like a thong as it rode up her crack.
Mari picked uselessly at the suit wedgie, before sighing and giving up, letting it floss itself between her meaty buttocks. Dejected, she picked you up from the bench and walked out of the locker room with you in hand.
As you walked, you rubbed her thumb gently. "You look gorgeous as always, Mari. You should wear this all the time!"
Mari chuckled softly. "As long as it holds, I'll survive today. It's...not comfy, being this tight. And if it snaps, I'll really have no other option but to..." Mari trailed off, flicking you a quick glance. "...let's just hope for the best. A positive attitude will turn this day around!"
Forcing a pep into her step, Mari reached her lifeguard chair and climbed up to the top, settling into place and putting you on the spacious arm rest at the top. From your vantage, you overlooked The Oasis.
The Oasis wasn't huge, but it was still considerably packed for its size. It had a big central swimming pool, a pretty tall and fast waterslide in the corner of the park, a kids splash area, a hot tub, and plenty of space to run around or lie down and tan, along with a volleyball sand court. The park was also surprisingly filled with guests for how early it was in the morning.
You looked back at Mari, who smiled at you. Today would be a fun day...right?
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