"Well, Grace has gone missing, actually." Viola announced, and only the faintest quivering of her voice conveyed how genuinely worried she was.
You gasped. "She's what?"
Behind you, Selena sighed. "Missing. We last saw her yesterday morning. I mean, yeah, she's sometimes prone to accidents, especially when they involve giant pretty girls. It's not like she hasn't gone missing before, and like most tinies, she pops back up before too long. But, I mean, we're her moms. We have to worry, and so I do. Especially because it's been a while since she's been missing for over twenty-four hours."
"We know she's still in The Oasis, somewhere." Viola continued. "All of our employees get a little badge, whether they are unaffected or affected, and the badges have trackers. Ostensibly, since the badge is connected with your swimsuit, it helps you keep from losing your belongings. But, for our affected employees, they double as GPS locaters. Trouble is, Grace's must be damaged, because it isn't giving us her exact location, only that she hasn't left the property." Viola's face grew grim. "Or, her suit hasn't. It's possible she was torn out of it."
Selena paled. "Babe, stop. We're thinking positive, okay! She's probably just crushed into one of the slides or something, right? Maybe stuck in a drain pipe? With Matt on the case, we'll find her in hours! Or less!" Selena's positivity was certainly forced, but you could tell it was genuinely improving the mood.
Viola let out a sigh. "You're right, sorry. Yes, with you and Matt scouring different ends of the park, hopefully we'll find Grace by lunchtime."
Hope's face brightened. "Ooh, ooh! I'll totally pitch in too! I can carry Mister Jacobs wherever he wants to search, the two of us will tag-team the area, and then move on if we don't find Grace!"
Selena clapped the younger, shorter blonde on the back. "That's an incredible idea, Hope. Thanks for the suggestion. I'm sure Matt would love to work with you." She then turned back to her wife, missing Hope's joyous blush at the idea of you 'loving' anything relating to her. "That sound good to you, Viola?"
Viola nodded. "It does. I'll also send out a PSA to all staff to be on the lookout for her. Maybe I'll even dangle a free vacation day as a reward to whoever finds her, as extra motivation. Some of our staff probably wouldn't be much help without the incentive." Viola winced, no doubt thinking about someone like Kenzie...or potentially even her younger self, who was notorious for not helping affected in trouble for want of a desire to see them improve themselves through their own strength.
You cleared your throat. "A-Actually, about H-Hope, I was--"
Your sentence, which was gearing up to be a complaint about the partner you'd been paired with, was cut off by said partner pinching you between her fingers, lifting you off of the desk, and nuzzling you against her cheek. She pressed you against her cheek just firmly enough to squish your face, preventing you from letting out any noise greater than an annoyed buzz, which only further tickled Hope, encouraging her antics.
"Aah, this is so exciting!" Hope exclaimed. "Mister Jacobs and I will have an awesome time together, and we'll totally come back hand-in-hand with Grace!" Clenching you tighter, and silencing your groaning complaints, Hope saluted her bosses and spun on her heel, skipping out of the room with you.
In the room, Selena chuckled and looked at her wife. "She's really gung-ho when she's around Matt, huh? She's certainly livened up the place since we've hired her." Selena chuckled again, remaining genuinely unaware of the true connotations of Hope's words and behaviors towards you.
Viola, on the other hand, perhaps the only individual to see through Hope's thinly-veiled antics, merely shook her head ruefully. "Yes...she's a character, that one."
*****
Almost to be expected, Hope plunged you into her cleavage almost immediately upon exiting the Morrows' office. Despite your best efforts to escape, the struggles of an inch-tall affected were nothing compared to the unwanted affections of an over-powering giantess, and you soon found yourself buried in her tits up to your neck.
This proved doubly problematic, as Hope's gargantuan breasts combined with her tight and low-cut uniform one-piece created a maelstrom of jiggling breast flesh for you to be assaulted by. Each step she took out of the administrative building and down the employee back-path leading to the park caused her boobs to jostle and shake like crazy. The jello-like doughy flesh pounded you in the face over and over again, repeatedly interrupting your chances of shouting at Hope to stop treating you like a toy and remove you from her cleavage at once!
Hope had treated you like this from the minute her sky-blue eyes had first spotted you, about two years ago. From that moment on, she'd been hounding you constantly, her heart absolutely enamored by you. From what you could gather, she had a borderline fetish for affected guys, often overwhelming the poor dudes with her affection, and her love-clouded mind simply unable to get the picture that not everyone was interested in being played with by a busty giantess.
What made it worse was that, underneath her sometimes airheaded and spacey exterior, Hope was fairly cunning. Her cheerful demeanor was certainly not a front, but the girl knew exactly how to fake being klutzy or forgetful to get her way. You couldn't count the number of times she'd 'accidentally' sat on you, or 'forgot you were in her cleavage'. She'd bat her big doe eyes afterwards, and everyone around her would forgive her antics as just her being 'classic ditzy Hope'.
So she certainly wasn't evil, but her obsession with you was unhealthy to say the least, and you dreamed each night that you'd wake up to a reformed Hope who would apologize for her actions and just be a nice and respectful person. Your dreams had gone unanswered for these two years, obviously. About the only 'good' thing about Hope's obsession with you was that your relationship with Mari was secure and loyal enough that your wife didn't doubt your intentions each time she found you on Hope's body.
As it was, Hope remained firmly unreformed, and you remained firmly battered and bruised by her anything-but-firm breasts as her hot flesh beat into your face with each step, and the even hotter sun quickly caused both you and Hope's tits to form a miasma of sticky sweat. As Hope blathered on and on about how much she'd missed you and the fun she always had with you, you coughed and sputtered, forced to choke down mouthfuls of Hope's sweat as your pinned body couldn't move its arms to push the viscous goop away. It was embarrassing, humiliating, and very typical of Hope's treatment of you. Wholly focused on her own gratification, and genuinely unable to understand how demeaning and disrespectful she was being towards you (and all her past tiny would-be beaus).
Thankfully, your coughing fit finally cut off Hope's diatribe (something or other about where she'd want to go on vacation with you if she had the chance), and the golden-blonde glanced down at her chest and gasped. Quickly, she freed you from the grip of her tits (which, genuinely, might've been the biggest you'd ever had the misfortune of being near, Hope was truly blessed in the chest department). Of course, Hope being Hope, she removed the sweat sticking to you through the act of puckering her lips and blowing you dry, a firm blush in her cheeks as she did so.
Finally, she relented, allowing you time to cross your arms and frown at her. "Hope, this has to stop. I'm almost twenty years older than you, and I'm married. This has crossed a line about fifty interactions ago."
Hope only giggled. "Aw, we're both adults, Mister Jacobs. And I kinda like a man with more experience." Hope's voice turned breathy.
You were anything but amused. "Did you miss the part where I said I'm married? Seriously, why can't you get that through your thick skull?" You mentally winced, never enjoying being mean, but hoping that approach would get results.
It decidedly did not, as Hope grinned. "I'm perfect mistress material! Mari basically seems okay with us together already anyway!"
You groaned. Hope wasn't wrong, and it was because (bless her heart) your wife always saw the best in people, even when that would lead to her being manipulated or led astray.
Hope's eyes glinted. "Besides, my skull might be thick, but it's not the only part of me that is." Teasingly, she pressed her elbows against her chest, squeezing her already ginormous boobs into an even more pronounced state.
At that moment, you felt a strong breeze pick up, cutting through your mental fury towards Hope. Instead, you felt a different kind of hope, one of escaping this crazy girl and actually spending a day searching for Grace. And Hope, in her distracted state, didn't seem to sense your plan, as you curled up your legs, and then leapt into the air at the apex of the breeze, the wind catching your tiny form and sending you flying...
1) ...about one foot, before Hope snatches you. You're hers for the day, but to your surprise, she genuinely does help you look for Grace...while teasing and toying with you at every step.
2) ...about one foot, before Hope snatches you. You're hers for the day, and she quickly loses track of her goal of finding Grace in exchange for squeezing you dry for all the fun and satisfaction she can.
3) ...about ten feet, as you land up in the empty chair of the nearby lifeguard stand. But, before you can get your bearings, the chair shakes as none other than Kenzie climbs up to take a seat!
4) ...about fifty feet, as you drift over towards the crowds of people milling about. Hope loses you in the crowd, and you're able to resume the search for Grace alone, as you'd always planned.
5) *Writer's Choice*
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