This choice: Mari thinks you are a protective cover, glues you back down to the seat. • Go Back...Chapter #8Sealed Into the Seat...As Life Moves On by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Sighing, Mari rubbed her hands along your body, pondering what you could be...when suddenly, it struck her.
She'd always thought that The Oasis' lifeguard chair was a bit uncomfortable, but Mari knew that her assets kept it padded enough to not be miserable. However, for some reason, when she'd returned from her week-long vacation, the chair had inexplicably felt a bit comfier. Mari hadn't dwelt on it earlier, but now it made total sense. The other lifeguards, or maybe The Oasis manger, must've bought this strange seat cover as additional padding for the girls on duty while Mari was away!
Mari winced, feeling a bit guilty. She probably shouldn't have torn the protective cover off then. Maybe she could still fix it up? Put it back in place even tighter and more secure than before?
Glancing over her shoulder, Mari shouted to Hanna. "Hey, Han! Do we have glue and sealant in the supply closet?"
Hanna, poking her head up from the empty, slightly moldy pool, frowned. "Uh...maybe? Why, what's up?"
Mari smiled sheepishly. "I totally tore this little squishy protective cover right off the seat while cleaning. I think I can put it back on good as new, though!"
"Cover?" Hanna furrowed her brow, and hefted herself out of the pool. Strolling over, she put her hands on her hips. "Mari, what are you talking...about..." The girl trailed off, eyes locking onto you.
Even as battered and brutalized as you were, and even with your reddish tint and partially translucent body, and your elongated and contorted shape, Hanna still recognized you instantly.
Choking back a laugh, Hanna nodded. "Oh, yeah, that cover! Um...yeah, we totally have glue and sealant. But why?"
Mari tapped her chin. "Well, this material is a little flimsy. I'm thinking of dunking it in glue so it hardens out, but doesn't lose its supportive consistency. Then, I'm going to use those ultra-flex sealant strips to, basically, tape down the edges of this cover underneath the seat itself. That way, it shouldn't ever peel free again!" Your girlfriend ended her explanation with a grin, pleased with herself.
Hanna bit her lip to stop from cackling. "Okay, okay. Sounds great! Yeah, let me just get that stuff for you!" Hanna ran off to the supply closest, letting herself laugh as soon as Mari was out of earshot. She'd never in her wildest dreams planned such a fate for Mari's bug of a boyfriend those months ago, but this was so satisfying!
Meanwhile, you could do nothing but rest in Mari's hands and sit in empty silence. The endless onslaught of booties had totally destroyed most of your human senses, especially your sight and hearing. The world was a mute void to you, and only your touch sense primarily remained focused. Thanks to the dearth of crushing through winter, you admittedly could very faintly feel your body trying to pull itself back together, but your progress was infinitesimally minimal. So, you continued to remain oblivious as to everything happening around you.
You were beginning to wonder why you'd been pried from the chair, though, and you desperately wished to know who was now holding you in their hands. Something about their warm touch was...nostalgic. Your fracturing sanity latched onto that vague sense of familiarity, even as a few traitorous thoughts deep in your mind yearned for the sweet embrace of crushing butt cheeks. Months and months of being swallowed by gorgeous, heavy, and sweaty asses had nearly shattered your psyche, and you could feel tiny, dark parts of your brain long for the return of the summer season.
Hanna finally returned with the glue and sealant, handing the supplies to Mari. Your girlfriend smiled graciously at her good friend, and then dunked your body fully into the glue can.
As she waited for you to absorb the glue, Hanna decided to torment you a little bit more. Of course, she didn't know your ears were uselessly mangled messes by this point, but her sadistic side couldn't help but try and rub some more salt into your wounds.
"So..." The cruel girl innocently began. "...I heard down the grapevine that you had a fun weekend, huh?"
Mari winced. "Oh, geez. Did Viola blab? I was trying to keep it a secret."
Hanna grinned. "Oh, Viola didn't blab. She basically sang!" The girl laughed. "You finally dipped back into the dating pool, huh?"
Mari nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I did. I had a date on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Three different people."
"Way to go, girl!" Hanna cheered, sparing a quick sneaky glance at the beautifully oblivious girl's previous boyfriend, a squashed lump in the glue can.
Mari sighed. "The first two were pretty...uh...disastrous. They were with tiny guys. Obviously, I have nothing against tiny guys, but it was super clear these guys just wanted to ogle me the whole dinner. And, it kinda ticked me off, but I still tried to put up with it. Yet, weirdly, they actually both ran out on me. Isn't that strange? Getting ogled by two little pervs, only for them to leave halfway through the meal. They'd even paid!" Mari shook her head. "But, whatever, I guess. What's past is past, and all that."
(In actuality, the real story was somewhat different. Neither of the two tinies had been ogling Mari, and they'd rather just been so struck by her easy-going demeanor and beauty that they'd been speechless. They also hadn't run out on Mari either. The first poor guy was on the table when Mari went to the restroom, only to be swept up with the rest of the trash by the careless waitress, and tossed into the dumpster out back. The second guy lasted longer into the meal, but when he went to use the restroom, and over-zealous older woman had discreetly snatched him from the floor, having just been complaining to her friend that she was in need of a comfy insole. Both guys would never see the light of freedom again.)
Hanna thought of chiming in with a witty insult against tinies, but thought better of it. Mari was still quite visibly hanging onto her lingering feelings for her previous boyfriend, and Hanna hadn't spent these past ten months trying to convince Mari to forget about tinies and embrace a real, worthwhile relationship for nothing. She could be patient. It was obvious to everyone that Mari was coming around to common sense, like a proper woman in a society where they ruled over pathetic little bugs.
So instead, Hanna simply coyly winked. "Okay, okay, tinies aside. I'm here for the real tea, so spill it! How about that Sunday date, huh?"
Mari blushed brightly, and she couldn't help a soft smile. "Yeah...I finally said yes to Selena." The dark-haired girl giggled. "And, yeah...it was a pretty amazing date."
Hanna bowed to an imaginary crowd. "And Mari swings both ways, ladies and gentlemen! I always said it!"
Mari feigned offense. "I never said I don't find girls attractive! I was just...with Matt." She sighed. "Every day I pray that I see him waiting for me at home...but it's obvious that's a dumb fantasy. God, I loved him so much...but he would want me to be happy even without him, right?"
"Of course!" Hanna put a hand on her heart. "That's exactly what he would want."
"And being with Selena at dinner, then a movie at her place? It made me feel truly happy for the first time in...basically the past ten months. We're...uh...actually going out again this weekend."
Hanna chuckled. "You lovestruck thing, you. Well, I wish you two the best. Just don't be smooching on the job, alright?"
Mari blushed again and waved Hanna off, then finally returned her attention to you.
Fishing your glue-dripping body from the can, she splattered you back onto the lifeguard chair. She then straightened out your edges and flattened your creases, ensuring that you covered every little inch of the chair perfectly and without any folds or bubbling. Her smooth but firm hands cemented you in place neatly, and as you felt the unyielding chair against your back once more, your spirits faltered. It was like your one shot at freedom was gone, and the finality was crushing.
Mari then peeled off a few ultra-flex sealant strips from the box of them, and methodically placed each strip along the edges of your body and the underside of the chair. Invisible little strands of bonding chemical agents, the sealant adhered to your every pore almost instantly, binding you to the chair like an unbreakable lock. Silently, you sobbed.
With her work done, Mari sat back and smiled. She then gathered her things, returned them to the closet, and helped Hanna finish cleaning the pool. The Oasis would be re-opening for the summer season in one week, after all, so everything had to be spotless. After a hard day's work, the two girls headed home, leaving you all alone yet again, one final week remaining before your suffering would begin again.
1) To your surprise, the glue Mari coated you in ends up being faulty. Though the sealant strips keep your body firmly locked to the seat, you actually manage to regain your tan color, and even your face reforms. You're stretched too flat to talk, but you can blink by the time The Oasis reopens and the lifeguards arrive!
2) To your surprise, the sealant strips Mari held you down with end up being faulty. On opening day, a strong gust of wind peels you up from the chair and sends you blowing over the park. You're still trapped in your flattened, reddish, and translucent form, but at least you're free from the chair!
3) There's no bright light of hope or miracle to save you. The glue and sealant strips work perfectly, and Mari's handiwork is unmatched. You're a permanent addition to the chair. This is your life now.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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