All of a sudden, the fears you'd been having since being left alone on the bench felt like they were coming true, as the ground around you began to shake and quake. A moment later, and a shadow fell upon you.
It was a lifeguard, and a curvaceous shortstack at that. Adorable face, cute brunette hair, big bright eyes and smile...and utterly massive breasts and buttocks on full display in her tight one-piece uniform. You remembered seeing her around before (and one time spent an afternoon stuck to her ass thanks to Carmine), and vaguely, you recalled her name being Phoebe.
"U-Um, can I help you?" You asked quietly, unsure why the girl had approached you so purposefully.
Phoebe's grin turned wry. "Wow, you're like, so cheeky! I'd almost totally want to let you get away with this because you're so cute, but I'm a lifeguard, so like, rules are rules!" She chuckled.
You frowned. "What...are you talking about?"
Phoebe winked at you. "Still trying to be coy, huh? Even though you're standing here all naked and stuff? That'd be, like, me trying to say I didn't take the last piece of Yesenia's cake even though I've got crumbs all over my face!" The brunette laughed, then blushed as she let out a little burp and wiped away what looked like a chocolate smear from her lip.
You blanched. "Wait, hold up, I'm seriously confused!"
Phoebe looked at you like a parent would look at a disobedient child. "You're naked, little cutie. And even though you do have a pretty nice body, that's no excuse. You can't be naked in this area of the park. Only in the nudist section, locker room changing area, and like, maybe the shower area. This is the waiting area of the locker room, not the nudist section!"
You blushed, suddenly re-remembering you were nude. You attempted to cover your modest, and felt another blush come on as Phoebe merely giggled at your ultimately futile attempts to shield your pronounced proportions from her giantess gaze. "L-Look, there was this big mix-up with my family and friends this morning, and I--"
"Can I see your park ticket?" Phoebe asked, cutting you off.
"Um, sorry, but my wife actually is the one who--"
"Ah, I knew it." Phoebe interjected again, grinning victoriously. "I can see you little criminals from a mile away! My bosses always tell me to wait and think more before acting, but like, I've got such a good track record at this stuff." She pointed at you. "You're a pervy nudist stowaway who thought they could sneak into the waterpark for a day in the pool without paying! You creep!"
"No!" You protested. "That's not true at all! My suit got left at home on accident, and my ticket is with my friends and family!"
"Second time you mentioned them, huh?" Phoebe stroked her chin. "So there's more of you rule-breaking cuties sneaking around?"
"N-No, they're all unaffected!"
"Oh, so like, they're 'friends' because you hitched a ride on them into the park?"
Your frustrating began to mount. "No, if you would just listen, I'm trying to explain that--"
Suddenly, Phoebe's hand lunged out and snatched you, squeezing just tight enough to partially crush your lungs and cut you off mid-sentence.
"Uh uh, nope! Rule-breakers get punished, little cutie, and I'm like totally not gonna let you sway me with your little lies and stuff. Like I said, I'm totally a super-genius when it comes to sniffing out rule-breakers. Only question is, what to do with you..."
You squirmed violently to try and get free, to little avail. "Pl-Please, just listen!"
Phoebe hardly seemed to hear you. "My bosses say I should just kick out people who break the rules, so I could totally just toss you out into the parking lot or something...but that just seems like a waste, you know? Normal-sized people can be stubborn and hard to deal with, but tinies are so cute and squishy! It feels like I could teach you a lesson, and like, actually help you grow, instead of just kicking you out! Would you like that, cutie? Would you like to spend the day with, like, the funnest lifeguard at The Oasis, helping you not be a creepy little nudist stowaway?"
In her increasing excitement, Phoebe accidentally began squeezing you harder, to the point where you could do little more than let out a hissing sound through your smushed lungs. Phoebe, of course, immediately interpreted that 'deflating balloon' sound as joy.
"Oh, yay, you're super eager to learn!" Phoebe grinned. "Awesome! Then, like, even though this is technically punishment, we'll, like, try to have fun with it!" Phoebe glanced around, then downwards at the protruding shelf of her busty breasts. "Here, I'll hold you for a bit, cuz I don't have any other pockets!" She giggled, then lowered you to her cleavage.
Despite your last attempts at escape, Phoebe had complete control over you, and you were helpless to stop her from smushing you body against her huge soft breasts, then shoving you into the tight depths of her cleavage. Phoebe was already a fair bit sweaty even though it was early in the day, and your nude body slipped between her boobs effortlessly. In seconds, you were completely consumed by her cleavage, crushed by breast flesh from all sides, and trapped in a darkness that only increased as your misguided captor's hand retreated.
No sooner had Phoebe finished, then a confused voice cut through the locker room waiting area. "Uh...Phoebe? Why are you fondling your tits?"
The brunette jerked her head up, and found herself staring at Briony...who was, of course, her coworker at The Oasis, albeit in a different service department.
"Briony? Gee, I almost didn't recognize you!" Phoebe giggled. "One, because of that super cute swimsuit, and two because of that voice of yours. So, like, deep and annoyed-sounding and stuff. Are you sick?"
Instantly, Briony plastered on her work-mode smile, and cleared her throat. "Nope, just needed to cough." She replied, her voice peppier. She'd been so surprised to walk out of the showers and see Phoebe that she'd forgotten to put her work-mode mask back on. Not that the mask was completely fake, or that she fully hated her job or anything. She just enjoyed putting minimal effort into her life or appearance outside of work, yet didn't actually want any of her coworkers to know that she acted like that off-the-clock.
"Aren't you, like, off today?" Phoebe asked.
Briony nodded. "Yep. Here as a customer today. Just can't stay away, you know?" She forced a laugh.
Phoebe brightened. "Oh, I totally get that! That's why I take shifts, like, basically every day of the week! I'd live her at The Oasis if I could! Awesome to know you feel the same, Bri!"
Briony's smile strained a bit. "Y-Yep...anyway, what were you doing? Adjusting your suit?"
Phoebe shook her head. "Nope! Stashing a little stowaway for some punishment! This cute little tiny girl who was totally naked, which isn't allowed in this part of the locker room. Plus, she didn't have a ticket, so she's a criminal stowaway too!"
Briony's eyes widened just a bit. "Out of curiosity, what did she look like?"
Phoebe chewed her lip. "Uh...let's see. Pretty nice body, dark tanned skin, brown hair. Why?"
Recognition shone in Briony's eyes. She realized it was you that Phoebe had grabbed, and Briony also knew that she could get Phoebe to hand you back over...but it'd be such a pain, wouldn't it? Phoebe could be stubborn as hell, and combined with being a bit of a ditz, she was a handful to deal with. And it was Briony's day off, damn it! Why did she have to put in effort to fix a problem she hadn't caused? Why did tinies always act so demanding of normal-sized people? Why couldn't they handle their own shit?
And so...Briony simply shook her head. "I was just curious. Have fun punishing her, or whatever!"
"Oh, I totally will! And she's looking forward to it too!" Phoebe gushed. "Anyway, have a great day, Bri! The brunette shortstack then spun on her heel and ran off.
Briony watched her go, took an additional second to push any thoughts of you out of her mind so she could shift back into full relaxation mode, and then she carried on with her day.
She'll be fine, or whatever. Was Briony's final thought about you.
*****
"Okay, so, you want to punish her, or something?" The dark-skinned lifeguard said, while brushing some of her white-streaked hair out of her eyes to view you better.
"Yep!" Phoebe said, as she dangled you in a tight pinched grasp that left you to squished to speak. The three of you were in the lifeguard breakroom.
Yesenia shook her head. "But why are you asking me? You're the one who likes tinies, I just kinda tolerate them." She held up a hand. "Which isn't to say anything bad about Grace, or people who love tinies. More power to them. I'm just, you know, not a tiny, so why get involved in their lives? We can each just live our own lives. Obviously, on the clock, I'll help tinies out, but outside of work I kinda just tune them out."
"Sure, but you're also super smart! So, like, I thought you'd have some good ideas!"
Yesenia sighed. "I mean...fine. Sure. You came all this way to ask my opinion, guess I can help you out." She cracked her neck. "You wanted this little tiny lady to 'learn a lesson', right? Well..."
1) "...how about she helps give you a boost to your energy for the day? Spray her with some flavoring from the kitchen, and she can last all day as your gum, right?"
2) "...you said your left foot was sore, right? You could glue her to your left flipflop for the day, and she'd probably provide some great support as an insole."
3) "...maybe she could get a closer look at what it means to be a lifeguard. Try molding her into a part of your outfit for the day and wearing her during your shift."
4) "...maybe she needs to learn some humility? You could mold her into a towel-shape, and then slip her in with the other piles of towels the guests at The Oasis use."
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