Jimikini bottoms
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
savagerush012
"...your rump." You finally answer. Melissa just chuckles. "You got it, just stay where you are." Melissa says before ducking behind her desk. She reemerges with a thick, heavy looking book. "Uh, what are you gonna do with that?" You nervously ask. Melissa simply hovers the book high above, and with a smile, releases her hold on it. "Uh oh." You say as the book slams onto the desk, crushing you flat underneath it. Melissa picks up the book, expecting to see you crushed on her desk, but instead you're nowhere to be seen. She snickers and turns the book over in her hands where she finds you flattened to it. With a smile, she flips the book over so the side you're stuck to is facing her desk again, and slams it down as hard as she can several times more. When she lifts it again, she sees you stuck to her desk, face up, and as flat as paper. She promptly peels you off. She then begins pulling at your flattened limbs, and sides, stretching you out until you no longer look like a tiny man, and more like a flesh colored sheet. She then picks you up and places you face up on her office chair before turning her back to you. You feebly look up, your vision filled with Melissa's large rear. You watch her bend over, grip the waist of the bikini you're going to replace, and tug it down her shapely legs. Her now totally naked, massive buttocks loom over you.
You swallow hard, or you would if you weren't crushed flat. Melissa's ass looks even larger now that it isn't crammed into an ill fitting bikini bottom. Even if you were normal sized this would still be a sizable behind. Then without warning Melissa's colossal rear drops on you, smashing your already flat self even more into her seat. She rocks her hips from side to side, further grinding her big butt into you. You feel Melissa grab your arms, pulling them up over her broad hips, and around her waist. She then ties them together at her front before grabbing your legs, pulling them, and a portion of your flattened, stretched out body between her thighs and up over her crotch. She then begins molding them together before tying them to your arms. You're forced to hug Melissa's hips, and soft buttocks as you feel the warmth of her body flowing through you.
Melissa stands up and walks a bit, her butt-cheeks jiggling and bouncing against you as she moves, your body struggling to contain them. She stops, turns around, and you see a full length mirror. In it you see Melissa looking at you over her left shoulder. You also see yourself, pulled taut against her butt, hugging every curve of her shapely backside. You're surprised at how much like an actual bikini bottom you look like. Your flattened, spread out torso forms the seat of your bikini bottom shaped form, a portion of it and your head sinking slightly between Melissa's rotund butt-cheeks. You feel your legs which have been mashed up to such a degree that they now appear to be one mass, and form an upside down triangle, which functions as the crotch of Melissa's bikini bottom. Your body has also reddened quite a bit after being pulled and stretched out so much by Melissa, making you stand out clearly against her fair skin. You actually look like a light red bikini bottom! The only thing that stands out is your flatten head, but it's so tiny compared to Melissa that it can easily be mistaken for a decoration. You feel your body still tightening, practically shaping around Melissa's figure. Your limbs want to retract back into you, a result of your body's natural ability to reform itself. Your tight enough that you fit Melissa almost like a second skin.
"Wow Jim," Melissa says with a gasp, running a hand over you and her butt, "you fit so snug that you almost look painted on," she continues as she saunters around in front of the mirror a bit, testing how well you conform to her movements, "yet you're not overly tight, and you don't ride up as much as my last bikini bottom." She says. You're a perfect fit!" She exclaims. You don't respond, or rather you can't in your current state. "Okay, all I have to do now is make sure that no one discovers that my bikini bottom is an actual person," Melissa begins, "If someone found out and got the wrong idea, I could get sued for sexual harassment." Melissa says, more to herself than you. "Remember Jim, this is only until I find a real bikini bottom that fits," Melissa starts, "but I can't look for one now because I'm suppose to be covering our missing lifeguard's shift at the pool area, and I guess you're coming with me," Melissa continues, "so you just relax, and don't worry about Julie, if she starts asking around about you I'll tell her you're on an errand for me, because you kind of are." She finishes with a giggle. With that Melissa struts out of her office, you riding along, and starts to make her way to her post.
You swallow hard, or you would if you weren't crushed flat. Melissa's ass looks even larger now that it isn't crammed into an ill fitting bikini bottom. Even if you were normal sized this would still be a sizable behind. Then without warning Melissa's colossal rear drops on you, smashing your already flat self even more into her seat. She rocks her hips from side to side, further grinding her big butt into you. You feel Melissa grab your arms, pulling them up over her broad hips, and around her waist. She then ties them together at her front before grabbing your legs, pulling them, and a portion of your flattened, stretched out body between her thighs and up over her crotch. She then begins molding them together before tying them to your arms. You're forced to hug Melissa's hips, and soft buttocks as you feel the warmth of her body flowing through you.
Melissa stands up and walks a bit, her butt-cheeks jiggling and bouncing against you as she moves, your body struggling to contain them. She stops, turns around, and you see a full length mirror. In it you see Melissa looking at you over her left shoulder. You also see yourself, pulled taut against her butt, hugging every curve of her shapely backside. You're surprised at how much like an actual bikini bottom you look like. Your flattened, spread out torso forms the seat of your bikini bottom shaped form, a portion of it and your head sinking slightly between Melissa's rotund butt-cheeks. You feel your legs which have been mashed up to such a degree that they now appear to be one mass, and form an upside down triangle, which functions as the crotch of Melissa's bikini bottom. Your body has also reddened quite a bit after being pulled and stretched out so much by Melissa, making you stand out clearly against her fair skin. You actually look like a light red bikini bottom! The only thing that stands out is your flatten head, but it's so tiny compared to Melissa that it can easily be mistaken for a decoration. You feel your body still tightening, practically shaping around Melissa's figure. Your limbs want to retract back into you, a result of your body's natural ability to reform itself. Your tight enough that you fit Melissa almost like a second skin.
"Wow Jim," Melissa says with a gasp, running a hand over you and her butt, "you fit so snug that you almost look painted on," she continues as she saunters around in front of the mirror a bit, testing how well you conform to her movements, "yet you're not overly tight, and you don't ride up as much as my last bikini bottom." She says. You're a perfect fit!" She exclaims. You don't respond, or rather you can't in your current state. "Okay, all I have to do now is make sure that no one discovers that my bikini bottom is an actual person," Melissa begins, "If someone found out and got the wrong idea, I could get sued for sexual harassment." Melissa says, more to herself than you. "Remember Jim, this is only until I find a real bikini bottom that fits," Melissa starts, "but I can't look for one now because I'm suppose to be covering our missing lifeguard's shift at the pool area, and I guess you're coming with me," Melissa continues, "so you just relax, and don't worry about Julie, if she starts asking around about you I'll tell her you're on an errand for me, because you kind of are." She finishes with a giggle. With that Melissa struts out of her office, you riding along, and starts to make her way to her post.
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