Thankfully, no dramatic chaotic incident occurred in the time it took for the first of your group to emerge from the shower area. It was your wife and her younger sister, and you did admittedly find it hard to keep your jaw from dropping just at the sight of the gorgeous and curvaceous Pierce sisters and their extremely flattering and revealing bikinis and tanned skin dripping with water from the shower.
Unfortunately, you were so caught up in admiring your drop-dead beautiful wife's physique that you ultimately failed to realize she was stomping right over to the bench you were waiting on, and it wasn't until her planetary posterior was on its descent to smashing you into paste that you finally gasped and scrambled to run, knowing in your heart it was far too late.
And yet, your wife's ass didn't crash down upon you a moment later, and you hesitatingly turned to see that Briony had caught Brinley's arm and held her in place, stopping her from obliviously crushing you with her butt.
Briony locked eyes with you, then sighed. "Ley, I'm not doing this all day."
"Doing what all day, Bri?" Your wife asked, earnest and genuine (though secretly wondering why her younger sister was keeping her from sitting down).
"Your wife is under you, Ley. Please be more careful." Briony sighed again. "The last thing I want to do on my day off is babysit you and her. That's way too much effort."
Brinley let out a cute gasp and glanced down, spotting you. She swiftly swept you up into her arms, buried you in her plump lips with a full-body kiss (which was twice as stimulating given your nudity and her heavenly-soft lips caressing your body). She then grinned. "Sorry about almost squishing you, babe! That would've been a silly way to start the day, huh? My big butt just squishing ya?"
You smiled indulgently. "'Silly' is definitely a word for it, Brinley. But thanks for not doing that."
"God, babe, you're just the cutest!" Brinley giggled, before crushing you into her lips for another lengthy and distractingly arousal-inducing kiss.
After a minute, Briony cleared her throat, impatiently. "Aren't we going to tan, Ley?"
"Ooh, right!" Brinley's eyes widened. "My sis and I are gonna work on our tans, babe. Wanna join us?"
"Uh, sure, I guess?" You responded.
"Yay! Then let's get going!" Your wife cheered, before rather unceremoniously smushing you down into her cleavage.
For as indecently revealing as her bikini was, it was certainly tight (maybe even too tight, given how your wife's impossibly massive mammaries strained the fabric). So her cleavage was more than snug enough to hold you. Of course, due to being coated in your wife's saliva, and Brinley's skin being slick and wet from the shower, you nearly immediately slipped into her cleavage up to your neck, buried in the soft, jiggly flesh of her breasts.
As your wife and her sister started leaving the locker room, you spotted the sight of The Oasis' swimwear shop, and recalled you needed a replacement suit (you didn't want to spend the entire day naked, if you could avoid it). Struggling as hard as you could, you freed one of your pinned arms and pointed to the swimwear shop, then craned your neck up to see the chin of your wife's head.
"Brinley? Can we get me a suit at the shop?" You asked.
Your beautiful wife titled her head down towards you, and giggled. "Why? We're gonna be tanning in the nudist section anyway, so you're, like, totes ahead of the game, babe!" She laughed again, and set off alongside her sister at a faster pace.
"W-Well, I would--" Was about all you got out before your wife's breasts swallowed you completely. At her quick pace, her breasts were jostling and bouncing like crazy, and the undulating rolls of flesh easily scooped up your tiny form and dragged you completely into the depths of darkness and sweat, your entire being consumed by your wife's hot and heavy flesh.
Groaning, you relaxed your posture and got comfortable. When Brinley's boobs laid claim to you like this, there literally was nothing you could do to get out. It was better to just enjoy the softness and swaddling comfort as best you could, and try to ignore the nauseating bouncing or sweat that congealed ever-so-quickly and made its way right towards your accursedly absorbent body.
In the outside world, Brinley and Briony kept up their fast pace, and Brinley had no idea it was because Briony didn't want to be seen by any of her coworkers. When she was on the clock, she was Work Mode Briony, full of smiles and politeness and a willingness to do whatever was asked of her. Off the clock, she was Casual Briony, and Casual Briony was almost the exact opposite. And while that didn't mean her Work Mode was completely fabricated (she did enjoy 'most' of her coworkers, and didn't hate her job), her more natural state of behavior was to be as laidback and apathetic as possible, so she could fully appreciate her rest days.
Luckily for Briony, she managed to steer Brinley away from the areas where Briony recognized her chattiest (and most exhausting) coworkers, and the two sisters finally made it to the nudist section of the park. Once there, they stopped by the free locker rentals, stripped out of their swimsuits, and packed them away into a locker. They then began prowling around the wide open grassy lawn looking for a good spot to tan, and also grabbed some complimentary Oasis-branded towels to lie out on, alongside a bottle of high-grade tanning lotion.
Meanwhile, you were struggling a bit to stay still, your wife's massive breasts having expanded outward once she removed her top, the huge mammaries spreading apart and jiggling even more wildly without the constraints of the swimsuit. You ended up having to somewhat embarrassingly brace yourself in such a way that your head was crushed into your wife's left breast, while your feet dug snuggly into her right breast, your body stretched out like a little tiny-shaped bridge between Brinley's boobs. It took just about all of your physical strength to stay steady, when gravity, slippery sweat, and Brinley's crazily jiggling breasts were all working against you.
Your strength did eventually fail you, though luckily it was right as Brinley and Briony picked out their spot and laid out their towels. You landed in an exhausted heap on the plush towel right after your wife laid it out, and she spotted you immediately.
"Oh, hi, babe!" Brinley grinned. "Did you, like, run all the way here? You totally could've, like, rode on my shoulder or something." She said earnestly, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with mild amusement. Your wife's antics could get tiring (and sometimes extremely dangerous), but it was just so hard to stay mad at her when she was so naïve and innocent. Plus, you were nothing if not the most overly-forgiving and kind tiny in existence.
Brinley then uncapped the tanning lotion bottle and dribbled just a bit onto you for your sake (it was too much, actually, the big glob almost consuming you, but the thought was nice at least), and then your wife lathered up her sister. Brinley didn't miss a single spot on her younger sister's body, her physical therapist training having included several masseuse courses that meant Brinley gave massages to die for. Briony practically looked set to pass into sleep on the spot, but it was only fair that she did her older sister's body in return.
However, what you didn't expect was for your wife to want her backside lotioned-up first, and to do that she simply flopped down onto the towel...without looking. And before you could even blink, you found yourself crushed into mush under her gargantuan, bare left breast, smashed into her squishy flesh just under her nipple.
You let out a muffled groan of discomfort, managing to just barely twist your way into a position where half of your face and body were squished into Brinley's boob, and the other half of your face and body (about one eye, and your mouth) could still stare out. Well, stare into darkness, at the moment, since Brinley was lying down on her towel, but it was better than nothing. The weight and pressure was immense, your wife's boobs going from nice and soft to supple and heavy mounds when your circumstances changed like this.
Finally, Brinley rolled over, Briony needing to lather up your wife's frontside. Her boobs jiggled and shook as she settled down, and you found yourself staring up with your one visible eye at the sight of Briony, crouched by her sisters side with tanning lotion bottle in hand. It dawned on you only in this moment how precarious your situation was, and that if Briony failed to spot you before applying the lotion...things might just get a whole lot worse.
1) Briony utterly fails to see you, and lathers up her sister firmly. The two women then tan for a few hours, and you're completely baked into your wife's breast by the time she wakes up.
2) Briony spots you, and simply can't muster the effort to deal with you. She gives a vague hint about your whereabouts to Brinley (which utterly goes over your wife's head), and then lathers her up anyway. It's annoying that she's sentencing you to this temporary fate because of her apathy, but at least she saw you, so surely she'll point you out after the tanning session...eventually...right?
3) Briony spots you, and just barely musters up the effort to peel you free from her older sister's breast (which cues a giggle and casual apology from Brinley). You then try to find a safe spot on the towel to rest and work on your own tan alongside the two blonde giantesses.
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