This choice: Released From Your Sentence by Phoebe • Go Back... For a terrifyingly long second, you genuinely thought Anneli was going to hold onto you for the rest of the day. She had that look in her eyes, the look she seemed to get so often whenever she was looking at your poor pitiful self molded into an object without her knowledge (you would've thought Anneli would've learned to put the pieces together eventually when this sort of thing happened, and stop ending up in so many incidents with you, but alas). Your best friend was seeing you as nothing more than a useful commodity, all thanks to Phoebe.
Thankfully, Anneli's desire to be lazy and not lug around a towel all day won out over how soft, supportive, and absorbent she'd found you to be. With a shrug, the snow-white woman strolled over to the nearest towel return bin and dumped you inside without another thought. She then sauntered off, rejoining the rest of your family and friends as they all went off to enjoy a tasty lunch together at the food court, and then resume their relaxing and fun day at The Oasis.
You didn't get to partake in that fun. Honestly, it wasn't as if the return bin was more of a heaven than being a towel-shaped slave to your oblivious best friend. Your crumpled form landed atop a pile of damp used towels, and as the minutes stretched into hours you became crushed under the overbearing weight of more and more towels dropped carelessly by unaffected into the bin, not a single woman sparing you a thought. Not that they would've had a clue you were in there to begin with, but it was easy to slip into a degrading humiliated mindset in these types of scenarios.
One particularly pungent towel came to land right atop your mouth and nose. It reeked of bodily odor, and was thoroughly soaked with sweat that quickly began to seep into your own absorbent flesh. The foul liquid poured into your mouth, causing you to gag violently, but you were too stretched to resist and could only suffer. The tell-tale taste of hot swampy booty filled you up, the towel above you having come from a woman with an ass perhaps even bigger than Anneli's (a scary thought) and even more nasty with sweat (a downright horrifying visual).
You spent the next seven hours in that hell of a return bin, until finally The Oasis closed for the day and all the parkgoers left. Though you briefly entertained the hopeful idea that one of your family and friend group would come rushing to your rescue at any moment, you had no such luck. No one returned for you, and as the sounds of the park faded, you realized you'd been completely forgotten and left behind.
(Though you had no way of knowing it, Shaye and Sloane actually had jointly remembered you near the end of the day, after a pleasant interaction with a cute and helpful tiny employee named Grace, the daughter of the park's owners, Selena and Viola. However, it had been child's play for Inez and Carmine to gaslight the two Burton women into thinking you'd never come with them to The Oasis at all that day, and your two potential saviors bought the lie and headed home without another thought. Your cousins, on the other hand, went home guilt-free about their respective roles in making your miserable situation even worse, Inez viewing it as impromptu training for you, and Carmine viewing it as another hysterical round of suffering she deemed that you deserved.)
Eventually, someone came to claim the rolling cart that was inside of the return bin, which you and all the other towels were crumpled up in. You and the rest of your towel brethren jostled and shook along as the cart was rolled (the nasty booty-scented towel grinding against your mouth even more), until finally you felt the coolness of air conditioning and realized you'd been wheeled into some sort of interior building. You got more answers a minute later, as the towels above you were lifted away, and you found yourself staring at the airheaded brunette shortstack who had caused this whole mess in the first place.
Phoebe gave you a look of confusion as she peered down at you. "Huh...this towel looks super weird. I wonder why? It's kinda like..." She trailed off, then her eyes flashed with both recognition and glee. "Oh hey, it's you! Little cute pervy stowaway! You finished your 'shift'!" She giggled.
Free of all the noise from earlier in the day, you let out another hissing noise, and Phoebe heard you clearly. Of course, it only made her giggle again, and she lifted you out of the bin and held you out in front of her face.
"You look super squished and tired. That must mean you really had a thorough day, huh?" She adopted a faux-authoritarian expression. "Service isn't as easy as you thought, huh? It can be hard, huh? But also super fulfilling, right? I bet you had tons of fun helping out people today in this little towel form! You definitely feel super soft and comfy!"
She ran her hands over you with glee, smooshing and smearing you and preventing you from further talking and explaining yourself. You considered yourself a veritable saint, but giantesses like Phoebe could really wear on you over time, and your patience with her airheaded antics (that had specifically ruined your entire day) was beginning to wear thin.
The shortstack finally restrained herself, and gave you an inquisitive look. "But the real question is, cutie...did you truly learn your lesson? Because, like, having you around is super fun, and it's also a good reminder of how important my job is! I don't just save lives in the water, I can save the lives of tinies like you who break rules or act all pervy! I can help show you ways to be better. So, like, if you haven't learned your lesson...you could hang around as a towel for another few days or weeks!"
Your eyes bulged, as a stroke of fear shot through your entire being.
Thankfully, Phoebe laughed a second later. "Nah, I think you probably learned enough. From now on, you'll wear proper attire in the right sections, and actually pay for your tickets, yes?" She eyed you closely.
In a panic, you let out another strained hissing noise, which Phoebe thankfully interpreted in a positive light.
"Good! Then this is where we part ways, cutie!" Phoebe smiled wide, so blindly bright and cheerful that it hurt to see how utterly unaffected she was by what she'd put you through. She genuinely, 100% believed she'd made the right choices and actions today, and couldn't even remotely see the suffering you'd endured.
As you dwelled on those thoughts, Phoebe took you out of the laundry room and brought you to the front entrance of The Oasis, near the parking lot. The lot was mostly empty, as only a few employees were still at the park. It was dark, and getting darker, most of the light coming from the sun just about dipping behind the horizon, and then a few street lamps. Phoebe dropped you onto the ground.
"Nighty-nighty, cutie! Hope to see you back soon, but this time with a ticket and a pretty little swimsuit!" Phoebe gave you a wink, and then skipped away, her busty chest jostling all the way back to the laundry room and out of your sight.
Free of Phoebe, you decided to stop dwelling on negative thoughts and focus on the positive. Chiefly, you were in the clear, and could finally get on with your life. You also didn't have to be a stupid towel anymore, which was a huge relief. Dredging up what little remnants of strength remained within you, you mentally accelerated your reformation process, and returned to your original shape after about twenty more minutes of effort.
Of course, then the negatives started to creep back in. Like the fact that it was nearly 9:00 at night. And the fact that all of your friends and family had gone back home. And the fact that you didn't have your phone on you to contact anyone. And the fact that you only had the vaguest idea of how to get home on your own from The Oasis, and it would be a hellishly long trip. And the fact that you were still stark naked!
Groaning, you weighed your options.
1) You decided to just begin the long trek home on your own, a foolish idea, but you can't think of anything else to do.
2) You suddenly hear a noise from behind you. It's a group of lifeguards, all leaving The Oasis together. Phoebe is with them. Staying clear of Phoebe, you decide to intercept one of the lifeguards as they head to their car, hoping to get their attention and get a ride home.
3) You suddenly hear a noise from behind you. It's a group of lifeguards, all leaving The Oasis together. Phoebe is with them. You try to get their attention, but a gust of wind topples you, and you end up crushed under Phoebe's foot and taken home with her. She feels and finds you at home, and instantly assumes (with barely-disguised glee) that you're still being pervy and that you need more intense lessons from her.
4) You suddenly hear a noise from behind you. It's a tall muscular woman in a swimsuit, and a much shorter redhead in a suit. A tiny girl is riding on the redhead's shoulder. It's the owners of The Oasis, Selena and Viola Morrow, and their daughter Grace. You run to them for help, though they do seem really deep in conversation and might not notice you...
5) Remembering that Briony should be back in the morning for her shift, you sneak into The Oasis' admin building and locate your wife's sister's desk. You climb up onto it, and plan to wait for her there for when she arrives in the morning.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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