This choice: The First Day of the Rest of Your Life • Go Back...Chapter #9Life as a Lifeguards' Chair by: matthias   Chapter originally written by Azazel-8)
There had been times in the past, dim memories now, when you had been trapped for extended periods. Days spent tangled in thongs. Weeks in smelly shoes. One memorable month spent as a toy for your aunt. But nothing like this. All those other times, something had always saved you in the end. Sometimes it was your own efforts finally bearing fruit. Sometimes you benefited from external intervention. Sometimes it was just dumb luck. Whatever the case, you had always been saved. As if fate enjoyed watching you suffer but ultimately wanted you to keep moving forward in your life.
Not this time. Perhaps your luck, such as it was, had finally run out. Or perhaps this had been what fate had in store for you all along, and all your previous salvations had merely been to bring you here today. Whatever the case may be, this time there would be no salvation. No happy ending. You’d always been worried that one day one of Jenna’s pranks would go too far, or that you’d fall prey to some random woman while out by yourself. You’d never imagined that you would be doomed while in the company of your loving girlfriend by her own obliviousness and the malevolence of her friend.
For your last week of relative freedom before the rears returned you struggled to hold onto fleeting dreams of being freed. The tiny hope that one day Mari would have a sudden epiphany on the true events of that day so many months ago now, and return triumphantly to save you, unaware that she had already begun to move on, finding herself a new partner in spite of her continuing love for you. Such was your desperate hope, that when you felt the familiar vibrations of the stairs being climbed you help onto it until the moment you were once more obliviously pounded beneath a hefty rear.
While it had been months since you’d felt the particular steaminess of her embrace, you instantly identified the large derriere as that of Selena, one of the few girls you still associated a visual image with. As the well-endowed girl squirmed around to get comfortable, you had no way of knowing that you were sealed beneath your now ex-girlfriend’s new partner, the happy little smile on the buxom lifeguard’s face unseen to you as she reflected on the events of the last week, squirming even more at the memories as her toes curled. Had you known her thoughts, you would have cried inside.
Selena had liked Mari pretty much as soon as they’d met, but she’d respected the fact that the other girl had a beloved tiny boyfriend and hadn’t pushed the issue, other than the occasional playful and friendly flirtation at work. When you’d gone missing she’d been the supportive friend, and had been genuine when she told her crush that she hoped you turned up, hating to see anyone that sad and sincerely worried for your safety. But as the months continued with no sign of your return she’d also cautiously tested the waters, persevering with patience and acceptance until she’d gotten that date. Now, she’d just come from sharing her first real kiss with the girl of her dreams and was on cloud nine. Meanwhile, filling in for said cloud, you were left to suffer beneath the building heat of her ass.
While Selena was able to leave the chair after a few hours of mostly uneventful sitting, you were of course left behind, exposed to the air for a scant few second before another girl took her place. Then another. Then another again. Each of them blissfully unaware of the poor tiny that was now doomed to cushion their chair forever more. With the cycle of endless crushing once more underway, you hated that part of you was happy for an end of the monotony of the winter months, almost craving the embrace of the many lifeguards’ voluptuous rears. After all, at least you were of some use t-
Frantic to push such thoughts aside, you did all that you could to retain connection to the outside world. Unable to hear or see, and with your senses of smell and taste now greatly dulled as well, you could only rely on touch as you fought to identify each girl who sat upon you as something other than a disembodied butt come to keep you company. Relying on your intimate knowledge of Mari as a guide, you started to judge their size and weight by feel alone, building up a mental image. For a time, it helped, allowing you to imagine that you were more than just a seat cover. You even noted there had been some staff changes since the last season, new tormentors filling in for the departed.
Yet, as the months dragged on, you found yourself increasing waking to find that you had zoned out for extended periods, time losing meaning as a growing part of you accepted your new role. Errant thoughts of appreciation to your sitters and desire for their return haunted you, sometimes feeling more like yourself than your true inner thoughts. During the following winter break you were able to regain some small semblance of your self-esteem and struggled once more for freedom, but Mari had done her job well, the glue and sealant strips holding firm and preventing even the smallest iota of reformation. If anything, months of being ironed down had left you even more stuck than ever.
Unable to free yourself, another year of being ironed into the hard plastic seat came and went, then another after that. Dozens of girls used you as a bit of extra cushioning over and over again without any knowledge of your torment, your presence noted only in a passing appreciation that this was for some reason the most comfortable seat in the park, making it a sort after posting for the lifeguards more gifted in the rear department. Even the malicious Hannah gradually forgot about the useless bug she had condemned to an eternity of being squished beneath her colleague’s rears, no longer wasting her time on taunting the little guy who couldn’t even hear her or perceive her presence.
By the time of your fourth winter break you could barely focus enough to even wish to be free, let alone to actually hope for it. Instead, your mind was filled almost entirely with your despair at the absence of the booties that had become your lovers and only source of true warmth and comfort. When the winter months ended and your beloved derrieres returned, you were so happy that it took weeks for your addled mind to catch on that the most familiar rear of all, Mari’s, had ceased to grace you with its tremendous presence, confusion begetting you until your conscious mind finally caught up. There had never been any guarantee that your girlfriend would stay at The Oasis forever, yet the reality of her sudden absence sent that part of you that remained Matt into a silent despair of loss.
In those scant few moments of clarity you had left, you no longer hoped for rescue. Instead, you spent those moments thinking of those you had once known, wondering if they still missed you the way that you missed them. Knowing that your own life was forfeit, it would perhaps have brought you some comfort to know that your loved ones were doing well, having found their way towards happiness despite still missing you deeply. Your mother in particular still hoped for your return one day, but she had increasingly occupied herself by becoming more involved in her daughter’s life, and travelling the world with her sister, seeing the sights she’d missed while she was raising her children.
As for your sister, you may have been surprised to learn that Jenna had truly missed and searched for you. While at first she’d found humour in your absence, sure that you’d be found in time, as the weeks turned to months concern set in, and in time she became perhaps the most desperate to find you, regretting her past actions and wishing to make amends. Eventually though, she had given up, instead finding solace in the form of the new tiny girlfriend she had picked up along the way. Where she had tormented you, Jenna protected and cared for Piper as a precious thing, going so far as to ingratiate herself with the other girl’s family so that no-one would suspect a thing when during the next family gathering she claimed her girlfriend’s abusive brother and turned him into a permanent thong. Mailing the ex-bully to your Aunt Cass as a gift even became the impetus for Piper’s proposal.
The friendship between Rio and Lauren remained strong, and Jenna was even the maid of honour at Mari’s marriage to Selena, which unknown to you had been the reason the two had left The Oasis, keen to start a family of their own. Your ex-girlfriend had vowed that if you ever returned she would break things off with you properly, though would always want to remain your friend and still wished for you to come back. As for Ashley, with you out of the picture, she’d tried dating a couple of other tinies, but after several mysteriously broke up with her over text after meeting her mother she gave up on it, and decided just to have fun hanging out with her best friends and their wives instead.
The loss of your original love broke what was left of your sanity, and as the years continued to drag on your moments of clarity became less and less. You were a chair. No, you were less than that. You were padding on a chair. You existed only to gently cradle the rears that fell upon you. To offer up your feeble body to provide just that tiny bit of extra comfort. That they would even grace you with their presence given your paltry efforts was a gift, and one that you basked in with each and every sitting. When you remembered you were once human you wished that you still had your lips, but only so you could kiss those rears in appreciation, letting them know how deeply you loved them. The times you spent apart were heart-breaking, your mind consumed by yearning for their return.
This was the eternity fate had dealt you. But is this eternity truly forever, or will it too end in time?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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