It clicked into your head a moment later, the truth of what you needed to do today.
Late last night, you'd received a text from your good friend Selena Morrow, asking if you could come into The Oasis and help her and her wife Viola out with something. Admittedly, it was still a little funny to think of Selena as a 'good friend' given the troubled history you'd had with her in the past (what with her nurtured apathetic dislike of tinies courtesy of her mother, Cynthia, and also her hardcore crush on Mari even while you two were dating), but the birth of Selena's own tiny daughter and her acceptance of you and Mari's relationship had done wonders for her negative traits. Now, she truly was a good friend, so of course you wanted to help her out.
You grabbed your affected-sized phone, and pulled up the Tiny Travels app.
A revolution in affected transportation brought about by your own younger sister's organization (the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation) partnering with pro-tiny tech giant Small Wonders, Tiny Travels was an app that allowed affected individuals to hire transportation perfectly sized for them, akin to Uber or Lyft. However, unlike those other apps, Tiny Travels was only for affected people, and the vehicles were piloted by remote GPS tracking and automated technology. You could order both RC cars (capable of going up to 30 miles an hour) or even drones (faster but more expensive).
Of course, being the older brother of the founder meant that you had unlimited free rides, a service you'd thanked Jenna for profusely and had used extensively for the past five years since its inception.
You spent a few minutes returning to your bedroom to change into clothes appropriate for a day at the waterpark (a plain white tee and black swim shorts), and then scheduled a Tiny Travels car to pick you up and take you to The Oasis. After an uneventful drive over to the waterpark, you headed towards the administrative building adjacent to the wide, multi-lane ticketing entrance to the park (it continuously boggled your mind how massively the park had grown under Selena and Viola's ownership), and slipped into the lobby.
Sparing a wave to the bespectacled receptionist, you were let in down the hallway and towards the manager's office, which you knew was primarily staffed by Viola. Though Viola still took her turn in her old lifeguard uniform, it was Selena who regularly kept herself busy out in the park supervising her staff of lifeguards, while Viola warmed the manager's seat and handled behind-the-scenes stuff. Not too dissimilar to how you and Mari handled things at Focused Fitness, actually, with you on the computer crunching numbers, and Mari leading women through actual crunches.
Reaching the door, you entered through the affected-sized miniature door (no doubt built for the sake of Grace), and entered into the Morrow's office. No sooner had you done so, did you almost run right into the tanned toes of Selena, anxiously wriggling against the sole of her red flip-flops. Glancing up, you made eye contact with the woman herself, who smiled gratefully and bent down to retrieve you.
"Ah, Matt! Awesome! What's up, dude?" Selena said by way of greeting, scooping you into her palm and then standing back up.
"Nothing much." You shrugged. "Here to help with whatever you need. What's up with you?"
"Keeping busy, for sure." Selena reflexively rolled her shoulder, and you watched her well-defined bicep tense. "Feeling more like my age every day. Still, can't complain. Except, ya know, about the thing I need your help for. Thanks, by the way, for coming."
"No problem, Selena. Seriously. I'll help out anytime." You assured her with conviction.
The faintest trace of a grateful tear welled in Selena's eye, but it was gone after a blink. No matter how much you'd tried to assure her to the contrary, Selena still believed that she had to make it up to you for how she'd treated you in the past. Honestly, compared to the likes of demons like Rika and Hanna (who THANK GOD no longer worked for The Oasis), Selena's treatment of you had been almost blissful. Yes, her apathy had gotten you into some misfortunes, and once or twice she'd purposefully let Hanna's treatment of you slide since it gave her time to cuddle up to Mari, but it truly hadn't been bad. Still, Selena continuously apologized, and you continuously tried to assure her it was water under the bridge.
The brief pause in the conversation allowed you to do a quick visual once-over of Selena, and you shook your head in disbelief at her ability (and seemingly the ability of all of your close friends) to maintain her immaculate physical beauty well into her forties. She didn't look a day over thirty, and still held onto her impeccable curvy and muscular physique, like she'd been sculpted from marble like a Greek goddess. Her long silver haired hung wild and free, skimming along the backside of her Oasis uniform one-piece that tightly emphasized her curvaceous figure. You'd always loved that uniform, actually, but obviously preferentially when Mari wore it.
From over Selena's shoulder, a voice called. "Honey, can we get this moving? We're already a bit behind schedule."
Selena blushed. "S-Sorry, Vi-Vi!" The silver-haired woman then blushed harder, obviously having not meant to use her wife's pet name in front of you. She shamefully carried you over to the big desk in the middle of the room, ignoring your joking laughter at how easily the extremely confident and charismatic woman could be rendered meek by her even-more-competent yet physically smaller wife. You hopped off Selena's palm and faced Viola.
"Good morning, Viola. What would you like help with?" You asked the lean-framed redhead by way of greeting.
Viola nodded succinctly, then leaned forward. Her attire (a form-fitting button-up blouse and black slacks) really complemented her look. "Hopefully nothing too difficult. We both appreciate you for doing this, though." Viola's appraising eyes looked pleased, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Viola could be a hard-as-nails type of girl, so satisfying her always felt especially nice. Considering her penchant for letting people handle themselves, it was best to be on her good side as much as possible.
Before she could speak, however, the door to the office swung open wide. Selena turned back to look while also moving aside, letting you glimpse the forms of two titanic unaffected girls sliding inside the office.
Quietly, you swore under your breath, the sight of the two girls enough to clue you in that fate would most likely be gunning for you today.
The first girl was a freckled, richly tanned girl with golden-blonde hair she wore long, and with bright blue eyes. The second girl was darker skinned, with curly black hair and hazel eyes, and she was a few inches shorter than the blonde. They were both clad in the newly-implemented Oasis uniforms (skintight red one-piece bikinis with a high-rise waist and low-cut top), signifying them as lifeguards. They both, to put it as lightly as possible, also filled out their bikinis to the extreme. The blonde's massive chest seemed fit to burst from her top with each step she took, and the black-haired girl's derriere expanded so widely it could be glimpsed from her front.
They were Hope Cooper and Kenzie Malachi (both 26), two of the relatively new lifeguards at The Oasis (whose staff had ballooned to well over forty individuals), and two continuous headaches of yours.
"Morning!" The blonde said in a sing-song voice. "Just wanted to say hi before I start my...shift..." Her exuberant voice trailed off as she made eye contact with you. Instantly, her demeanor changed, her eyes sparkling with intense interest, and she sauntered over to the desk. She peered down at you, lightly biting at her lip, and her shelf-like tits practically swallowed you in shadow by blocking the ceiling light. "Oh...didn't know you'd be here today, Mister Jacobs." She practically purred.
"Hello Hope." You said, as dully and monotone as you could. Even still, Hope nearly shuddered, her name exiting your lips enough to excite her. You rolled your eyes, once again floored by the depths of her unrequited crush on you.
By the door, the darker-skinned girl waved half-heartedly. "I'll be starting my shift now, Selena. Hope you figure out...whatever it was you were needing help with, Viola." With that, she turned and left, and (to somewhat of your shame), your gaze shifted around Hope and became locked on the unfathomable gargantuaness of her ass as it wobbled along.
Trying to push the two meddlesome twenty-somethings from your mind, you turned to Viola. "Okay, so, what was it you needed help with?"
Viola steepled her fingers. "Well..."
1) "Grace has gone missing, actually." Grace hasn't been seen since yesterday morning, and Viola and Selena would like to you try and find her.
2) "We're a lifeguard short for a critical shift all week." After an unexpected call-off, Selena's team of lifeguards are missing someone to cover the wave pool area. She's wondering if you can fill in for the week, promising it won't be too hard.
3) "We'd like your opinion on something, actually." Grace has helped to design some new slides and experiences for a tiny-only area of the park, and wants you to test them and give feedback.
4) "We need extra hands for some maintenance." There's a bad clog in the pipes in the shower area of the women's locker room, and Viola wants you and Grace to work together to fix it. Surely there's nothing that can go wrong in such a precarious position as that, right?
5) *Writer's Choice*
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