"Anyway, today we'll be heading to my swim meet." Riley clarified. "I really think I can get a gold medal this time. I'm just...worried a bit about the competition."
You smiled up at your daughter. "I'd be happy to tag along, Riley! I might not be a match for Aunt Piper, but I promise I can scream and shout too!"
Riley snorted with laughter, and then scooped you up into her palm. "Thanks, dad. You're the best." She gave you a quick kiss on the head. She then gathered the rest of her things, and headed out to the car with you. You claimed the passenger seat, and the one-hour car ride to the exhibition hall began.
The long ride gave you some time to think about your daughter's love of swimming.
Aside from soccer, swimming had been the number one sport that caught her interest from a very young age. While Juli was still in floaties, Riley had been racing laps around the kiddie pool, desperate from a bigger area to challenge herself with. She was like a bullet speeding through the waves, and to this day had almost unparalleled scores in every sprint and dash-related category that there was.
Emphasis on 'almost', as Riley had a single opponent with nearly the same skill as her: Persephone Graham, her intense Weston rival, semi-friend, and (to anyone who paid even a modicum of attention) the girl Riley was crushing on.
Your feelings towards Persephone were mixed, to say the least. On the surface she was a nice, if extremely soft-spoken girl. She was almost as talented (and, if you were being impartial, more talented in a few areas and less so in others) than your daughter at sports, and was the beautiful poster child for much of Weston's PR. The 'Doll of Weston' she was called. And yet, if the rumors were to be believed, that doll had a dark side, and was perhaps one of the most sadistic tiny-torturing girls in the whole student body, having committed unspeakable acts against affected kind.
But, from your own experience, those rumors were just that...rumors. Worth keeping in mind, especially as Persephone was the daughter of your life-long tormentor and abuser Penelope Graham, but not immediately worth getting fearful over, or banning Riley from interacting with her. Particularly if the two girls ever finally got over their hormone-addled rivalry and asked each other out, something you didn't want to stand in the way of if you could avoid it.
Still, despite Riley's clear fear of Persephone beating her at today's swim meet, it would only be a blow to pride, and nothing else. The girls were, after all, on the same team. Co-captains, in fact, and so immensely talented at swimming that you had a feeling the enemy team at the meet wouldn't stand a chance. From what Riley had told you before, her team's coach was also extremely talented and knowledgeable, which was a boon. You'd never met the woman, nor caught a name.
Actually, you'd historically had pretty awful look making it to Riley's swim meets, in all honesty. Though you could (mostly) make it through her soccer practices and games without incident, your bad luck had particular sought to screw you over and over with her swim meets. Three times you'd missed a meet because Juli had opted to steal you for herself that day, much to your annoyance (and she never learned her lesson even after you reprimanded her). Twice you attended a swim meet buried in Mari's ass, and once lost in Riley's hair because you got caught up in her swim cap.
It was humiliating, and you considered it a failure on your part as her father that you'd missed every single swim meet. You were determined that today would be different.
Once Riley made it to the exhibition hall where the swim meet would be held, she parked her car and placed you on her shoulder before quickly jogging towards the building. You held onto some of her hair to keep from flying off. Traffic had delayed Riley a bit, and she was slightly late, which had prompted her rushing. In fact, she was rushing so quickly that she almost ran straight into a creamy-skinned brunette woman.
The woman appeared to be in her mid-forties, and she was wearing a tight tee and gym shorts, with a whistle hanging around her neck. You quickly surmised her to be Riley's swim coach, and you cleared your throat to introduce yourself...only for your voice to catch and your eyes to widen as you stared longer at the woman. By the second, her appearance was more and more familiar, and long-repressed memories burst forth within you at the sight of her slim toned physique, silver-tipped bangs, and lopsided smirk.
Your heart skipped a beat, but your daughter, oblivious, smiled happily.
"Hey, Coach Hanna! Sorry about almost hitting you, and sorry for being late!" Riley smiled sheepishly.
Her coach is goddamn Hanna Chambers! You thought to yourself in a panic.
While Hanna ranked rather low compared to the likes of demons from your past like Bea Parker (Ashley's mother who had thankfully found peace and atoned for her actions), Rika Inoue (your possessive and obsessive tiny-sitter who you'd thankfully not seen for years), and even Jenna herself (back when she hated your guts and made sure you knew it), Hanna Chambers had still been a consistent thorn in your side for a period of several years.
She'd been a lifeguard at The Oasis working alongside Mari, and had made no secret of her distaste towards tinies. She was a pure-bred sadist who seemed to get off on watching tinies be crushed and squished by other giantesses, and had terrorized you and all tinies she could find at The Oasis for years. It was only once Selena gave birth to Grace that she stopped tolerating Hanna's actions, and only once Selena and Viola became managers that they fired Hanna unceremoniously. That had been nearly fifteen years ago, and you hadn't seen her since.
And yet here she was, apparently your daughter's swim coach, and the head of the swimming department at Weston. It fucking figured, honestly, that someone as messed up as Hanna would find solace in the arms of Penelope Graham, your worst nightmare no doubt using her unlimited powers as dean to give Hanna this cushy job and sweep any and all tiny-related incidents and disappearances under the rug. Now Hanna could be free to terrorize all new generations of affected, get her twisted sexual pleasure from it, and influence impressionable girls into following in her footsteps.
It was disgusting...but more so, it was terrifying, so you quickly hid behind the dark locks of your daughter.
"No problem, Jacobs." Hanna shrugged, still smirking. "You're here, and that's what matters. We're gonna need your power today. The enemy team has got a lot of PETs on their side, unlike us." Hanna shook her head. "Hope to rectify that soon. I mean, we've already got way too many of the little things crawling around just waiting to pitch in and fill the role."
Riley bit her lip. "I-I'm okay without a PET, coach. It's kinda...weird to think about using one."
"Can't knock it till you try it, Jacobs." Hanna added. "Still, it is what it is. Let's get you changed into your suit and warmed up. Meet starts in ten minutes."
"O-Okay." Riley nodded, then watched as Hanna strolled off into the locker room on the left of the hall, designated for the Weston team (whereas the one on the right was for the opposing team, from Kerry County College, an up-scale women's-only university).
You frowned at Hanna's ability to so casually dismiss tinies as less than human, while also endorsing something as awful as PETs. Personal Enhancement Tinies were a CTC invention that allowed tinies to 'voluntarily' sign up to be used as clothing and objects for women's sports teams. Ostensibly, it was a legit job that even paid money. In practice, it was often legalized enslavement forcing tinies against their wills into contracts of abuse they couldn't escape from. Barely better than Usage Licenses.
Riley knelt down and dropped you onto the floor. "Okay, dad. This is where I leave you. Right ahead is the pool area, where they've bleachers and even an affected-only section. Cheer loud, okay?"
"Of course, sweetheart!" You saluted, earning another giggle from your daughter before she stepped into the locker room and out of sight.
Once she was gone, you made a mental note to warn her about Hanna later (the last thing you wanted was for your sweet daughter to be manipulated into abusing tinies or enjoying the use of PETs). You then set off towards the door to the pool area...only for it to swing wide open right in front of you!
1) It's Persephone Graham and Ivy Green, and Ivy spots you first. A smile of sadistic glee spreads on her face.
2) It's Persephone Graham and Ivy Green, and Persephone spots you first. To your shock, her expression is one of...concern?
3) It's one of Riley's teammates, and she doesn't see you at all. Instead, she kicks her foot into you, and you're sent flying into the Weston locker room, where you skid to a stop after colliding with none other than Hanna's foot. The cruel woman feels you, and when she looks down to see you, recognition flares in her eyes.
4) It's one of the girls from Kerry County, and she spots you immediately, her face a look of annoyance. Confusing you for one of their team's many PETs, she snatches you up and carries you into their locker room, ignoring your screams and protests.
5) It's just one of the referees, who you're able to slip by easily and head into the pool area. Once there, you scramble up to the affected-only zone...only to realize with dismay that it's a poorly-painted spot lodged right in the middle of the unaffected bench. Not only that, but two full-figured women (one a mother of a Weston girl, and the other a mother of a Kerry County girl) are seated on either side, their thighs already spilling into the affected-only zone. They're loudly insulting each other, and seem oblivious to how they're intruding into the affected zone. This...can't go well.
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