Fashionably Pink
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This is an anonymous submission. I do not claim ownership.]
Olivia wasn't really going to just take a nap, was she? A sudden roaring snore confirmed that's exactly what she was going to do.
"Ugh come on!" You wanted to yell, trying in vain to wiggle free from your girlfriend's chest. But it was futile. Your mouth was smashed against Olivia's nipple, and your body was generally too twisted and smashed to do anything. Unfortunately, this meant you were helpless to do anything but lay across her chest, baking in the blistering heat of the sun.
Mackenzie chuckled from her beach chair at the sight of the sleeping Olivia. She walked over to her sleeping friend and stood over her, giving you a little taunting wave as she took in your situation. She was almost envious of your opportunity to get so close to Olivia's chest, but she'd get there soon enough, and she wouldn't have to be clothing to do it. She walked away, not wanting her shadow to give you any comfort from the sun.
It was hard to measure exactly how much time passed, as the only regularity was the rise and fall of Olivia's chest with each breath. You could feel your body cooking in the sun, completely unprotected, developing what you were sure was a full body sunburn. Between the amount of pain you were in and the amount the sun had moved across the sky, you guessed it had been about two hours by the time Olivia finally stirred, groggily pushing herself up into a seated position. You were jostled along with her chest as she did so.
Olivia looked around, trying to get a sense of how long she'd been out. That's when she noticed the bright pink bikini she was currently wearing. "I don't remember this bikini being pink... Oh crap, Andrew! I guess you probably could have used some sunscreen too huh..."
"Don't worry, tinies don't really get permanent damage from the sun." Mackenzie said, noticing her friend was awake. "Something about their weird stretchy cells or whatever. And besides, the pink looks great on you."
"It is a cute color..." Olivia said, looking down at her boobs. "Well, thanks for being an even better bikini than you already were Andrew." Olivia gave her chest a pat, as though to comfort you, but all she accomplished was mashing the lower half of your face into her nipple while highlighting your newly sensitive burns on the top of your face. And you didn't exactly want her to think of you as a "good bikini".
Before any further discussion, a voice cut in from behind Olivia: "Hey, you girls wanna play?"
Olivia turned, her boobs clapping together inside your confines as she did so, and you saw two other bikini clad girls approaching you, a volleyball slung under one of their arms. They gestured towards the net down the beach. "We could use two more people."
"Sounds great!" Mackenzie said, not giving Olivia time to think about what volleyball would be like for her living bikini top. She dragged Olivia down the beach, while you did your best to move, wiggle, anything to alert Olivia to what a bad idea this was. But the only movements your body could do now were involuntary, just reactions to the wobbling of Olivia's chest.
It seemed the girls had a few friends ready already, so they ended up playing 4 on 4, with Mackenzie and Olivia together on one team. Olivia started in the back row, letting you see Mackenzie getting ready in front of you. Her all too familiar glutes tensed as she bent her knees, readying herself for whatever motion was needed of her. You were glad you weren't between them any longer, but then the first serve came flying towards Olivia.
Olivia jumped to hit the ball, and her boobs hung back, pulled down by the force of her upward motion, stretching out your bra form. You futilely tried to hold them at bay, not wanting to be stretched out further, but they were in charge and you were at their mercy. She hit the ball and then fell back down, her boobs now rising and threatening to pop out of your confines. But Olivia had made you tight enough to keep her contained, and so you held on until she touched down, the impact causing her boobs to jiggle, playing hopscotch on your face.
The ball came back again, but Mackenzie leaped up and spiked it down, scoring the first point of the game. Olivia gave her friend a high five and laughed triumphantly. Olivia and Mackenzie always got competitive in things like this, and this was no exception. They loved to win, and Olivia's only thoughts were now about the game. She had no concern for this game's impact on her bra boyfriend.
The game proved to be a constant onslaught of bouncing, smacking, and rolling with the movements of your girlfriend's body. Your entire being was contending with the constant struggle of keeping her tits supported, while her mind was only on the game. It wasn't like she was going to think about how her life affected her clothing after all...
Despite the agony you were going through, you managed to keep score, if only to know when the game would finally end. It was tied, next point won, and you could feel the accelerated rate of Olivia's heartbeat at your back. Someone on the opposing team spiked the ball, sending it down towards Olivia's feet. She was the only one who could possibly get it, and she dove instinctively.
You watched the sand rushing towards you as Olivia dived for the ball. You didn't even have enough control of your body to close what was left of your eyes as you plummeted downward.
SLAM
You crashed into the ground, Olivia's entire body weight raining down on top of you as her breasts flattened out against the stomped down sand. As Olivia slid forward, your face was scraped along the tiny rocks, while other particles slipped over your edge and became wedged between your body and Olivia's tit. You couldn't see anything but sand, so you had no idea if Olivia had even made the save, until she suddenly let out a cheer.
That diving hit had won them the game, and Mackenzie rushed over, pulling her friend into a celebratory hug. You were right there between them, smashed against the evil bitch's tits as she rubbed your face in her dominance over you. The hug lingered a few seconds too long as Mackenzie savored the physical contact with her crush, before pulling away. Olivia was too oblivious to notice as they bid their new friends farewell and headed back to their towels.
The rest of the beach day proved uneventful, certainly compared to the hell that was the volleyball game. The only time you were acknowledged was when Olivia bought herself an ice cream cone and dropped some on her chest. She giggled and made a comment about sharing some ice cream with you, then went back to focusing on her treat. She took another dip in the ocean after she was done, wanting to remove the sticky ice cream residue from her chest.
Afterwards, Olivia wrapped herself up in a towel to dry off, cutting you off from the outside world in a cocoon of fabric for a while.
Eventually, it was time to head home, and the girls packed their bags and loaded the car. It has been a perfect beach day for two of the three roommates, and you were far from either of their minds as they drove back to the apartment, chatting idly about the latest celebrity gossip until they arrived home.
The girls dropped their bags inside their apartment, glad to be home after getting through all the traffic leaving the beach. As they stood in the kitchen, Mackenzie couldn't help but notice Olivia's enormous boobs, and decided Olivia needed a little more encouragement to consider making this top a permanent part of her wardrobe.
"Seems like you were pretty happy with your bikini top today." Mackenzie said.
"Yeah. It, uh, I mean he, is definitely the most comfortable bra I've ever worn." Olivia said. Then she shook her head, discarding the idea of always being able to feel this level of comfort and support. "But it was just a today thing. What's next on that list from the CTC?"
Mackenzie remembered the list perfectly, and knew the next item was a sock. But she already had more insole time scheduled with the little guy, and she knew Olivia would be gentler the next time he was under her foot. She doubted Olivia would wear him to the gym or anything fun. And most importantly, Mackenzie had a hot yoga class tomorrow, and she knew that if Olivia was willing to lend out Andrew a bit, she could make his life a living hell. So Mackenzie decided to skip over sock for now and move on to something she needed more: "Next up was using him as a sweat rag." Mackenzie said. "That'll be some real whiplash after keeping him around your tits all day."
Olivia was clearly uncomfortable with this idea. "Is there any rule that I have to use him? Could I just reshape him and leave him in my gym bag for the day?"
You didn't personally like the idea of spending another minute trapped in Olivia's gym bag, let alone a whole day. But it was definitely better than being used to mop up her sweat.
"If he was officially licensed as a sweat rag specifically that would be fine. You'd be entitled to use him as often as you like." Mackenzie said. "But the instructions make it clear that during these trial periods, your new item has to be in active use at least half the time. Either by you or by someone you designate as a representative." That last part was bait. She loved Olivia, but she was also easy to manipulate. And right now, what Mackenzie wanted was for Olivia to offer her little twerp of a boyfriend as Mackenzie's personal sweat rag.
What happens?
1. Olivia can't bring herself to turn you into a sweat rag, so decides to keep you as a bra for a while, though this may run the risk of making it harder for her to get the license revoked.
2. Olivia is resigned to follow the instructions, and she reluctantly turns you into a sweat rag.
3. As Mackenzie hoped, Olivia doesn't want to use you herself, so she asks Mackenzie if she would use you as a favor to her. Mackenzie is all too willing to make your life a sweaty hell.
Olivia wasn't really going to just take a nap, was she? A sudden roaring snore confirmed that's exactly what she was going to do.
"Ugh come on!" You wanted to yell, trying in vain to wiggle free from your girlfriend's chest. But it was futile. Your mouth was smashed against Olivia's nipple, and your body was generally too twisted and smashed to do anything. Unfortunately, this meant you were helpless to do anything but lay across her chest, baking in the blistering heat of the sun.
Mackenzie chuckled from her beach chair at the sight of the sleeping Olivia. She walked over to her sleeping friend and stood over her, giving you a little taunting wave as she took in your situation. She was almost envious of your opportunity to get so close to Olivia's chest, but she'd get there soon enough, and she wouldn't have to be clothing to do it. She walked away, not wanting her shadow to give you any comfort from the sun.
It was hard to measure exactly how much time passed, as the only regularity was the rise and fall of Olivia's chest with each breath. You could feel your body cooking in the sun, completely unprotected, developing what you were sure was a full body sunburn. Between the amount of pain you were in and the amount the sun had moved across the sky, you guessed it had been about two hours by the time Olivia finally stirred, groggily pushing herself up into a seated position. You were jostled along with her chest as she did so.
Olivia looked around, trying to get a sense of how long she'd been out. That's when she noticed the bright pink bikini she was currently wearing. "I don't remember this bikini being pink... Oh crap, Andrew! I guess you probably could have used some sunscreen too huh..."
"Don't worry, tinies don't really get permanent damage from the sun." Mackenzie said, noticing her friend was awake. "Something about their weird stretchy cells or whatever. And besides, the pink looks great on you."
"It is a cute color..." Olivia said, looking down at her boobs. "Well, thanks for being an even better bikini than you already were Andrew." Olivia gave her chest a pat, as though to comfort you, but all she accomplished was mashing the lower half of your face into her nipple while highlighting your newly sensitive burns on the top of your face. And you didn't exactly want her to think of you as a "good bikini".
Before any further discussion, a voice cut in from behind Olivia: "Hey, you girls wanna play?"
Olivia turned, her boobs clapping together inside your confines as she did so, and you saw two other bikini clad girls approaching you, a volleyball slung under one of their arms. They gestured towards the net down the beach. "We could use two more people."
"Sounds great!" Mackenzie said, not giving Olivia time to think about what volleyball would be like for her living bikini top. She dragged Olivia down the beach, while you did your best to move, wiggle, anything to alert Olivia to what a bad idea this was. But the only movements your body could do now were involuntary, just reactions to the wobbling of Olivia's chest.
It seemed the girls had a few friends ready already, so they ended up playing 4 on 4, with Mackenzie and Olivia together on one team. Olivia started in the back row, letting you see Mackenzie getting ready in front of you. Her all too familiar glutes tensed as she bent her knees, readying herself for whatever motion was needed of her. You were glad you weren't between them any longer, but then the first serve came flying towards Olivia.
Olivia jumped to hit the ball, and her boobs hung back, pulled down by the force of her upward motion, stretching out your bra form. You futilely tried to hold them at bay, not wanting to be stretched out further, but they were in charge and you were at their mercy. She hit the ball and then fell back down, her boobs now rising and threatening to pop out of your confines. But Olivia had made you tight enough to keep her contained, and so you held on until she touched down, the impact causing her boobs to jiggle, playing hopscotch on your face.
The ball came back again, but Mackenzie leaped up and spiked it down, scoring the first point of the game. Olivia gave her friend a high five and laughed triumphantly. Olivia and Mackenzie always got competitive in things like this, and this was no exception. They loved to win, and Olivia's only thoughts were now about the game. She had no concern for this game's impact on her bra boyfriend.
The game proved to be a constant onslaught of bouncing, smacking, and rolling with the movements of your girlfriend's body. Your entire being was contending with the constant struggle of keeping her tits supported, while her mind was only on the game. It wasn't like she was going to think about how her life affected her clothing after all...
Despite the agony you were going through, you managed to keep score, if only to know when the game would finally end. It was tied, next point won, and you could feel the accelerated rate of Olivia's heartbeat at your back. Someone on the opposing team spiked the ball, sending it down towards Olivia's feet. She was the only one who could possibly get it, and she dove instinctively.
You watched the sand rushing towards you as Olivia dived for the ball. You didn't even have enough control of your body to close what was left of your eyes as you plummeted downward.
SLAM
You crashed into the ground, Olivia's entire body weight raining down on top of you as her breasts flattened out against the stomped down sand. As Olivia slid forward, your face was scraped along the tiny rocks, while other particles slipped over your edge and became wedged between your body and Olivia's tit. You couldn't see anything but sand, so you had no idea if Olivia had even made the save, until she suddenly let out a cheer.
That diving hit had won them the game, and Mackenzie rushed over, pulling her friend into a celebratory hug. You were right there between them, smashed against the evil bitch's tits as she rubbed your face in her dominance over you. The hug lingered a few seconds too long as Mackenzie savored the physical contact with her crush, before pulling away. Olivia was too oblivious to notice as they bid their new friends farewell and headed back to their towels.
The rest of the beach day proved uneventful, certainly compared to the hell that was the volleyball game. The only time you were acknowledged was when Olivia bought herself an ice cream cone and dropped some on her chest. She giggled and made a comment about sharing some ice cream with you, then went back to focusing on her treat. She took another dip in the ocean after she was done, wanting to remove the sticky ice cream residue from her chest.
Afterwards, Olivia wrapped herself up in a towel to dry off, cutting you off from the outside world in a cocoon of fabric for a while.
Eventually, it was time to head home, and the girls packed their bags and loaded the car. It has been a perfect beach day for two of the three roommates, and you were far from either of their minds as they drove back to the apartment, chatting idly about the latest celebrity gossip until they arrived home.
The girls dropped their bags inside their apartment, glad to be home after getting through all the traffic leaving the beach. As they stood in the kitchen, Mackenzie couldn't help but notice Olivia's enormous boobs, and decided Olivia needed a little more encouragement to consider making this top a permanent part of her wardrobe.
"Seems like you were pretty happy with your bikini top today." Mackenzie said.
"Yeah. It, uh, I mean he, is definitely the most comfortable bra I've ever worn." Olivia said. Then she shook her head, discarding the idea of always being able to feel this level of comfort and support. "But it was just a today thing. What's next on that list from the CTC?"
Mackenzie remembered the list perfectly, and knew the next item was a sock. But she already had more insole time scheduled with the little guy, and she knew Olivia would be gentler the next time he was under her foot. She doubted Olivia would wear him to the gym or anything fun. And most importantly, Mackenzie had a hot yoga class tomorrow, and she knew that if Olivia was willing to lend out Andrew a bit, she could make his life a living hell. So Mackenzie decided to skip over sock for now and move on to something she needed more: "Next up was using him as a sweat rag." Mackenzie said. "That'll be some real whiplash after keeping him around your tits all day."
Olivia was clearly uncomfortable with this idea. "Is there any rule that I have to use him? Could I just reshape him and leave him in my gym bag for the day?"
You didn't personally like the idea of spending another minute trapped in Olivia's gym bag, let alone a whole day. But it was definitely better than being used to mop up her sweat.
"If he was officially licensed as a sweat rag specifically that would be fine. You'd be entitled to use him as often as you like." Mackenzie said. "But the instructions make it clear that during these trial periods, your new item has to be in active use at least half the time. Either by you or by someone you designate as a representative." That last part was bait. She loved Olivia, but she was also easy to manipulate. And right now, what Mackenzie wanted was for Olivia to offer her little twerp of a boyfriend as Mackenzie's personal sweat rag.
What happens?
1. Olivia can't bring herself to turn you into a sweat rag, so decides to keep you as a bra for a while, though this may run the risk of making it harder for her to get the license revoked.
2. Olivia is resigned to follow the instructions, and she reluctantly turns you into a sweat rag.
3. As Mackenzie hoped, Olivia doesn't want to use you herself, so she asks Mackenzie if she would use you as a favor to her. Mackenzie is all too willing to make your life a sweaty hell.
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March 28, 2025
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