Hot Tub of Rest and Recollection
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
Part of you saw the allure of the striped lanes in the largest pool, for a split second the idea of swimming some laps for exercise flew through your mind. But just as quickly as it came, it went, as you realized that swimming one single lap at your size would be likely swimming across an entire ocean to a normal person. And while you were in reasonably good shape you knew that was simply unfathomable.
"I'd be down for some hot tub action. NO bubble jets though!" You say jokingly up to Chelsea from your position on her palm.
"Whaaat, what ever do you mean by no bubble jets, Tom?" Chelsea responded pretending to be clueless before continuing, "It's not like some simple water could do you any harm, could it?"
Laughing at Chelsea's coy tone you doubled down on the jokes and responded, "Oh you're right, it's always a pleasure to be have your entire body swept away by the equivalent of a raging river and thrown all willy-nilly under the water! But hey, I'd probably end up being slammed into your butt or boobs somehow anyway so at least it would be a soft landing."
"Oh you'd like that you creep" Chelsea laughed while responding. She then started walking towards the hot tub area where thankfully nobody was currently located. It would just be you and her with some alone time to relax. A few seconds later you two reached the tub and Chelsea dipped a toe in. "Oh man its pretty hot, awesome" she said out loud to both you and herself before starting to submerge the rest of her body. Before she got all the way in however, she reached out near the side of the tub towards a device that looked similar to the handicap-accessible chairs that regular sized pools had next to them.
As it turns out this was exactly that, but for tiny guys like you. It was small platform attached to a metal arm that could be moved at will by a normal sized girl and used to dip into the hot tub. It wasn't perfect, it didn't have seats or a guard rail or anything, but it was a heck of a lot better than being forced to float around in the hot water! Chelsea moved the device until it just barely dipped half an inch or so into the water before looking down at you, smiling, and placing you on it. The warm water felt great on you, as you still felt a number of aches due to the ass-pounding from the diner incident. Meanwhile Chelsea slid herself the rest of the way into the water, her massive body displacing significantly more water than your tiny form, sending a small wave of hot water over you. Luckily it passed quickly and the water settled back down as you shot a fake-angry look up at your giantess friend.
"Whoops, sorry about that, Tom." Chelsea laughed and then closed her eyes, settling in for some deep relaxation. You did the same and decided to strike up some light conversation.
"So Chelsea, you know why they don't just have an entirely separate pool for us tiny guys instead of these mechanisms to join the girls' things? I mean there's no way it could cost much to build." You say, genuinely curious about the idea.
With her eyes still closed, Chelsea responded, "Actually they tried that a couple of years back. Some of the older girls on the volleyball team were talking about it. They essentially made what looked like a big bathtub in the corner of this pool area," she pointed towards a now empty corner. "Apparently it was a big hit and the guys back then loved it."
Now confused, you asked, "If it was such a big success, then why did they get rid of it?"
"I was just getting to that part. You see, while most everyone at Middletown was aware of this men's only swimming section, we also used to, and still do, grant usage of our facilities to members of opposing sports teams. You know, as an act of good sportsmanship and whatnot." Chelsea elaborated. You gulped, knowing where this story was going already. She continued, "So one day a member of the other team's girls' softball team decided to go to the pool and saw what she thought was a personal bath for athletes..."
"Oh no don't tell me..." you uttered.
"Yep, hopped right into the tub without taking even a single glance. The way my teammates described it was like watching a natural disaster. Dozens of tiny guys were launched up and out of the tub by the water she overflowed, splattering onto the tile below... and those were the lucky ones. Tens more men were sucked downward by the force of her entry, the water sending them flying towards her body, either smacking into her or even getting lodged into the top and bottom of her bikini."
"That's horrible, did they rescue everyone at least?" you said.
"Well, luckily she was told of her mistake immediately and hopped out. Some of the girls on my team helped her scour her bathing suit and according to them they pulled out something like 13 guys from her bikini bottom alone." You breathed a sigh of relief before Chelsea continued, "the only issue was they should have found 14... as it turns out the star player of our men's basketball team at the time had found himself all the way up her..."
"NO WAY" you interjected, pangs of suffering and sympathy shot through your body as you empathized with this poor guy's story. However part of you forgot entirely that your school actually had men's sports still in light of your physical size. But I guess as long as the sport wasn't Co-Ed then there wasn't a reason why it shouldn't still work. Chelsea interrupted your brief thought,
"Yes way, and she didn't even find him until she used the bathroom later that day. But it was once she had already taken the bus back to her college. He didn't return until late the next day and missed the following basketball game, our team got creamed." Chelsea continued in a downtrodden tone, she was a big proponent of sports in general, and it was a shame to even hear of a game decided by such a cruel twist of fate.
"That's so terrible" you responded slightly bummed as well.
"It really is, isn't it? So the school decided for the pool area it would be better to spread the tiny guys out throughout the whole place rather than keep you all concentrated. That way one mistake wouldn't endanger quite so many at once."
You nodded in understanding before briefly considering why the school had not just applied that same mentality to the rest of the campus. Men's paths on the sidewalk, men's specific seating sections at rallies or sports games, all of these things consistently led to large numbers of guys being squashed by a stray foot or ass. But you figured that was a fight for another day, as despite the riveting story by Chelsea you were still focused on relaxing.
Both of you sat for a moment once more before...
"I'd be down for some hot tub action. NO bubble jets though!" You say jokingly up to Chelsea from your position on her palm.
"Whaaat, what ever do you mean by no bubble jets, Tom?" Chelsea responded pretending to be clueless before continuing, "It's not like some simple water could do you any harm, could it?"
Laughing at Chelsea's coy tone you doubled down on the jokes and responded, "Oh you're right, it's always a pleasure to be have your entire body swept away by the equivalent of a raging river and thrown all willy-nilly under the water! But hey, I'd probably end up being slammed into your butt or boobs somehow anyway so at least it would be a soft landing."
"Oh you'd like that you creep" Chelsea laughed while responding. She then started walking towards the hot tub area where thankfully nobody was currently located. It would just be you and her with some alone time to relax. A few seconds later you two reached the tub and Chelsea dipped a toe in. "Oh man its pretty hot, awesome" she said out loud to both you and herself before starting to submerge the rest of her body. Before she got all the way in however, she reached out near the side of the tub towards a device that looked similar to the handicap-accessible chairs that regular sized pools had next to them.
As it turns out this was exactly that, but for tiny guys like you. It was small platform attached to a metal arm that could be moved at will by a normal sized girl and used to dip into the hot tub. It wasn't perfect, it didn't have seats or a guard rail or anything, but it was a heck of a lot better than being forced to float around in the hot water! Chelsea moved the device until it just barely dipped half an inch or so into the water before looking down at you, smiling, and placing you on it. The warm water felt great on you, as you still felt a number of aches due to the ass-pounding from the diner incident. Meanwhile Chelsea slid herself the rest of the way into the water, her massive body displacing significantly more water than your tiny form, sending a small wave of hot water over you. Luckily it passed quickly and the water settled back down as you shot a fake-angry look up at your giantess friend.
"Whoops, sorry about that, Tom." Chelsea laughed and then closed her eyes, settling in for some deep relaxation. You did the same and decided to strike up some light conversation.
"So Chelsea, you know why they don't just have an entirely separate pool for us tiny guys instead of these mechanisms to join the girls' things? I mean there's no way it could cost much to build." You say, genuinely curious about the idea.
With her eyes still closed, Chelsea responded, "Actually they tried that a couple of years back. Some of the older girls on the volleyball team were talking about it. They essentially made what looked like a big bathtub in the corner of this pool area," she pointed towards a now empty corner. "Apparently it was a big hit and the guys back then loved it."
Now confused, you asked, "If it was such a big success, then why did they get rid of it?"
"I was just getting to that part. You see, while most everyone at Middletown was aware of this men's only swimming section, we also used to, and still do, grant usage of our facilities to members of opposing sports teams. You know, as an act of good sportsmanship and whatnot." Chelsea elaborated. You gulped, knowing where this story was going already. She continued, "So one day a member of the other team's girls' softball team decided to go to the pool and saw what she thought was a personal bath for athletes..."
"Oh no don't tell me..." you uttered.
"Yep, hopped right into the tub without taking even a single glance. The way my teammates described it was like watching a natural disaster. Dozens of tiny guys were launched up and out of the tub by the water she overflowed, splattering onto the tile below... and those were the lucky ones. Tens more men were sucked downward by the force of her entry, the water sending them flying towards her body, either smacking into her or even getting lodged into the top and bottom of her bikini."
"That's horrible, did they rescue everyone at least?" you said.
"Well, luckily she was told of her mistake immediately and hopped out. Some of the girls on my team helped her scour her bathing suit and according to them they pulled out something like 13 guys from her bikini bottom alone." You breathed a sigh of relief before Chelsea continued, "the only issue was they should have found 14... as it turns out the star player of our men's basketball team at the time had found himself all the way up her..."
"NO WAY" you interjected, pangs of suffering and sympathy shot through your body as you empathized with this poor guy's story. However part of you forgot entirely that your school actually had men's sports still in light of your physical size. But I guess as long as the sport wasn't Co-Ed then there wasn't a reason why it shouldn't still work. Chelsea interrupted your brief thought,
"Yes way, and she didn't even find him until she used the bathroom later that day. But it was once she had already taken the bus back to her college. He didn't return until late the next day and missed the following basketball game, our team got creamed." Chelsea continued in a downtrodden tone, she was a big proponent of sports in general, and it was a shame to even hear of a game decided by such a cruel twist of fate.
"That's so terrible" you responded slightly bummed as well.
"It really is, isn't it? So the school decided for the pool area it would be better to spread the tiny guys out throughout the whole place rather than keep you all concentrated. That way one mistake wouldn't endanger quite so many at once."
You nodded in understanding before briefly considering why the school had not just applied that same mentality to the rest of the campus. Men's paths on the sidewalk, men's specific seating sections at rallies or sports games, all of these things consistently led to large numbers of guys being squashed by a stray foot or ass. But you figured that was a fight for another day, as despite the riveting story by Chelsea you were still focused on relaxing.
Both of you sat for a moment once more before...
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