She gets a bikini that covers more.
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
arbon
“I can’t go leaving my post too early, but I still want to make sure no one ever finds out about my ‘little secret’ so what to do … I’d prefer something permanent, something that I’d slap on and never have to worry about again. But that’s hard to do with so many people I know. And so many who know about you.”
Placing a single, sharp finger into your crotch, she pushed hard as a means of teasing you. “If only these swim suits weren’t so skimpy, otherwise you wouldn’t shine through like that.” she paused. Then she slapped her head.
“Duh! Kim, just get another swim suit. That set of two piece one bikini-shorts which covers the ass cheeks would be perfect.” she decided, and then started moving.
You could see the entire pool area shift and sway to one directly, abruptly shift to another, then shift back again. Every time your vision shifted you felt like something was pulling you, stretching you, but you always conformed to the shape of her cheek.
There was blue where the pool was, but you could only see a faint, fuzzy blob. You could see skin colored pillars moving about that almost looked like people, but you had no way to tell one fuzzy skin colored blob from another. Then the lighting shifted, and all you could tell about your surroundings was the color. Offwhite, the color of tiles.
You heard clattering of women chatting back and forwarth, you heard rushing water beating down from several nearby showers, then you heard the metallic clang of a locker opening up. Everything stretched and shifted as Kim bent her knees, lifting the legs so she could take her suit off. Then it all bent and stretched for a second time as she fitted her feet through the leg holes and pulled her suit up.
You saw the red fabric approaching, and in a flash it had turned your blurry, half understood vision into a wall of nothing but red. You couldn’t even see through this red fabric, it was thick and almost waterproof … as well as very tight. The moment she slid them on all the way and wrapped it around her thighs, you immediately felt like you were being sat on again. There was just so much pressure!
She literally folded her add inward, it was like she was trying to plaster you to her ass all over again. Or … worse. Make absolutely certain you could never re-inflate again. You would have shivered under the cold, harsh reality of such a gate, but you could not even do that. The only time you moved was if the mound of flesh underneath you moved.
But instead it was the fabric that moved, stretching and pulling, crushing you well beyond what you’d thought possible, well beyond what was required to make you paper thin. It eased both abruptly and suddenly … only to ram back into you all over again. You never had free room to yourself, you couldn’t seem to do anything useful. And that was only two steps! By the time the third and fourth stes came you were about ready to cry, but you didn’t even have operational tear ducts.
All you could do was count the steps in silence, six, seven, eight, nine, … up till the twentieth, in which the pressure increased a thousand fold! Both of her thighs bend, jamming the bikini fabric against you with a sudden force, much more powerful than what you got from simply walking. You had thought it was the most pressure you’d ever felt in your entire existence, entrapped by the warmth and firm grip of flesh and fabric alike.
But you were wrong.
One she sat down all that pressure increased even more, and it didn’t abate. Ever. It wasn’t like walking where you’d switch back and forwarth from torment to lesser torment, it was constant. It was unchanging. It was, much like her proposition of your new location, eternal. You could not even make a face to express your horror, because your face wouldn’t move.
Placing a single, sharp finger into your crotch, she pushed hard as a means of teasing you. “If only these swim suits weren’t so skimpy, otherwise you wouldn’t shine through like that.” she paused. Then she slapped her head.
“Duh! Kim, just get another swim suit. That set of two piece one bikini-shorts which covers the ass cheeks would be perfect.” she decided, and then started moving.
You could see the entire pool area shift and sway to one directly, abruptly shift to another, then shift back again. Every time your vision shifted you felt like something was pulling you, stretching you, but you always conformed to the shape of her cheek.
There was blue where the pool was, but you could only see a faint, fuzzy blob. You could see skin colored pillars moving about that almost looked like people, but you had no way to tell one fuzzy skin colored blob from another. Then the lighting shifted, and all you could tell about your surroundings was the color. Offwhite, the color of tiles.
You heard clattering of women chatting back and forwarth, you heard rushing water beating down from several nearby showers, then you heard the metallic clang of a locker opening up. Everything stretched and shifted as Kim bent her knees, lifting the legs so she could take her suit off. Then it all bent and stretched for a second time as she fitted her feet through the leg holes and pulled her suit up.
You saw the red fabric approaching, and in a flash it had turned your blurry, half understood vision into a wall of nothing but red. You couldn’t even see through this red fabric, it was thick and almost waterproof … as well as very tight. The moment she slid them on all the way and wrapped it around her thighs, you immediately felt like you were being sat on again. There was just so much pressure!
She literally folded her add inward, it was like she was trying to plaster you to her ass all over again. Or … worse. Make absolutely certain you could never re-inflate again. You would have shivered under the cold, harsh reality of such a gate, but you could not even do that. The only time you moved was if the mound of flesh underneath you moved.
But instead it was the fabric that moved, stretching and pulling, crushing you well beyond what you’d thought possible, well beyond what was required to make you paper thin. It eased both abruptly and suddenly … only to ram back into you all over again. You never had free room to yourself, you couldn’t seem to do anything useful. And that was only two steps! By the time the third and fourth stes came you were about ready to cry, but you didn’t even have operational tear ducts.
All you could do was count the steps in silence, six, seven, eight, nine, … up till the twentieth, in which the pressure increased a thousand fold! Both of her thighs bend, jamming the bikini fabric against you with a sudden force, much more powerful than what you got from simply walking. You had thought it was the most pressure you’d ever felt in your entire existence, entrapped by the warmth and firm grip of flesh and fabric alike.
But you were wrong.
One she sat down all that pressure increased even more, and it didn’t abate. Ever. It wasn’t like walking where you’d switch back and forwarth from torment to lesser torment, it was constant. It was unchanging. It was, much like her proposition of your new location, eternal. You could not even make a face to express your horror, because your face wouldn’t move.
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