Kept abreast of the tanning schedule
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
Your life upon Kim’s breast continued slowly. Hidden away in her bikini top, one piece or bra, you rarely saw a glimpse of the outside world. Your sights of the outside of your prison were mostly limited to Kim’s bedroom, the shower in the bathroom and the locker room at the park. At least in the locker room you got to see other people, all chatting, laughing and changing in or out of their uniforms. Each time you saw Juli or another lifeguard, you mentally begged for them to turn around, see you and somehow know you were a person. Sadly for you, the couple of times someone actually spotted you on Kim’s breast, they asked what you were and Kim would respond by lifting up her breast to show you off properly before saying,
“Cute little guy isn’t he. Poor tattoo can’t handle the girls!” Before sharing a laugh with whoever spotted you, as they now realised that you were just a funny tattoo on Kim’s chest.
The rest of the time you were squeezed tight under fabric, bouncing along with Kim’s chest as she walked around, laughed, relaxed and enjoyed her life in general. She would glanced at you from time to time, but she had stopped talking to you, seeming to enjoy just looking without interaction, letting you slowly grow to hate her even more. She was treating you like you really were just some skin art to admire, not a person to speak and interact with. The worst part was that with the wonderful summer weather, once a week she would spend the day relaxing on the roof, taking in the sun and letting you sizzle.
After a couple of weeks of listening to Kim’s life, hearing people interact with her as you slipped from their minds, you had spotted yourself in her locker mirror and a cold bead of terror trickled down your spine. You were hard to spot now, her soft, tanned flesh blending in with yours. You barely looked like a tattoo of a man on her. Now you looked more like a blemish. She was slowly taking away that last shred of hope you had, if she kept tanning there would be no way of anyone rescuing you and you strongly doubted that Kim had any intention of undoing your current situation.
A few weeks after that, Kim and Juli both had the same day off and were hanging around their apartment. By now your hopes of freedom was a tiny dying ember threatening to snuff itself out. You listened to Juli’s kind, sweet voice as the two chatted on their couch, drinking coffee while just doing small talk. You still struggled to understand how Kim could come across as so nice, polite and selfless when she was around Juli and others, yet had wasted no time in stealing your life from you for her own amusement. You heard their conversation switch to plans for the day. Kim’s body shook as she shrugged casually,
“Ah, I was just going to relax on the roof. Work on my tan and maybe finish reading my book. You?” She asked Juli casually as she sipped her coffee.
“Oh I didn’t have any plans really. Most of my friends are working until the evening...Relaxing and tanning sounds nice though, mind if I join you?” She inquired cheerfully. Kim smiled and let out a chuckle.
“Of course, its a free roof. Want to head up there now?” She asked as she began to stand up, you had gotten used to working out what shakes and jiggles matched which movements in your month long imprisonment in her boob flesh.
A short while later the two women were on the roof, setting up the sun loungers and slipping out of their outer clothing. You got a flash of light as Kim slid out of her bra, not wanting a tan line there and tossed her bra to the side. Juli saw her slip it off and went bright red.
“KIM!” She said embarrised, but Kim just laughed.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen them before. It’s just the two of us up here. I do it all the time”
With a bit of gently prodding, Kim convinced Juli to also discard her top. While Kim began to smear lotion over her body, Juli crouched down to neatly put her clothing in a folded pile. She glanced up at her friend and housemate putting on lotion. Her eyes glanced to Kim’s breasts and spotted an odd blemish on the underside of her breast. It looked almost like a person, spread-eagled on her skin, but it was just a slightly different skin tone. Juli disregarded it a moment later as she stood up and took the lotion bottle from her friend and began to lotion herself up as well.
You had seen Juli look right at you, a confused look in her eyes for the briefest moment before she had seemed to shrug it off and stood up. If your eyes could cry, you would have in that moment. No one seemed to look close enough to you to rescue you from Kim’s body. This really would be how you would spend your life. The months would pass into years, maybe even decades. You would listen to Kim living her best life, while you remained unseen, unloved and unnoticed as a prisoner, unable to make a sound or move an inch.
As always with Kim’s tanning sessions, you found yourself staring at the doorway that led back down into the apartment complex while Kim lay on her back, though this time there was idle chatter to half listen to as you rose and fell with Kim’s breathing. You felt the heat of the sunshine and heard the sizzling of skin as your lotioned up body and prison of flesh both cooked in the summer sun. The two women were having a lovely time, Kim reading her book, but also chatting to Juli now and then as the kind girl spoke about things at the park.
For some reason, Juli found herself remembering that brief period when a tiny man was meant to be her partner at the park, but he had never shown up and it seems like he had taken one look at the job and decided against it. As she lay there, she wondered why she thought about that now, then remembered the little blemish on Kim’s breast. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. What a silly connection to make. A tiny man never shows and a skin blemish makes her think of him.
As the hours passed, you were repeatedly swapped between being scorched and crushed, depending on what side of her body Kim lay on at the time. You listened to the girls go down to the apartment for lunch before heading back up and continuing. All day you listened to two women happily enjoying their freedom and relaxing, one unaware that there was a little man held captive and the other uncaring about that fact. Eventually the sun began to set and they slipped their clothes back on before heading back down to the apartment for the night. When she got to her room, Kim slipped her top off, took off her bra and lifted her bra. Her eyes sparkled with sadistic glee as she saw no sign of the blemish of flesh, just flawless tanned skin. You also could see no sign of your body on her skin, though you knew you were still very much there. She let it drop and laughed, shaking her head before slipping her bra and top back on.
In her room, Juli still couldn’t shake the memory of the tiny man she had heard about. As she sat there, changing into her lounge wear, preparing to relax and watch a movie on the couch, she kept thinking back to that blemish of skin. Could it possibly be that you had been somehow trapped on Kim’s breast all this time. A month of being crushed inside a top and all the tanning, would that make you fade? Juli had no idea how a tiny mans body worked, but, was it possible...perhaps she should just forget about it...
“Cute little guy isn’t he. Poor tattoo can’t handle the girls!” Before sharing a laugh with whoever spotted you, as they now realised that you were just a funny tattoo on Kim’s chest.
The rest of the time you were squeezed tight under fabric, bouncing along with Kim’s chest as she walked around, laughed, relaxed and enjoyed her life in general. She would glanced at you from time to time, but she had stopped talking to you, seeming to enjoy just looking without interaction, letting you slowly grow to hate her even more. She was treating you like you really were just some skin art to admire, not a person to speak and interact with. The worst part was that with the wonderful summer weather, once a week she would spend the day relaxing on the roof, taking in the sun and letting you sizzle.
After a couple of weeks of listening to Kim’s life, hearing people interact with her as you slipped from their minds, you had spotted yourself in her locker mirror and a cold bead of terror trickled down your spine. You were hard to spot now, her soft, tanned flesh blending in with yours. You barely looked like a tattoo of a man on her. Now you looked more like a blemish. She was slowly taking away that last shred of hope you had, if she kept tanning there would be no way of anyone rescuing you and you strongly doubted that Kim had any intention of undoing your current situation.
A few weeks after that, Kim and Juli both had the same day off and were hanging around their apartment. By now your hopes of freedom was a tiny dying ember threatening to snuff itself out. You listened to Juli’s kind, sweet voice as the two chatted on their couch, drinking coffee while just doing small talk. You still struggled to understand how Kim could come across as so nice, polite and selfless when she was around Juli and others, yet had wasted no time in stealing your life from you for her own amusement. You heard their conversation switch to plans for the day. Kim’s body shook as she shrugged casually,
“Ah, I was just going to relax on the roof. Work on my tan and maybe finish reading my book. You?” She asked Juli casually as she sipped her coffee.
“Oh I didn’t have any plans really. Most of my friends are working until the evening...Relaxing and tanning sounds nice though, mind if I join you?” She inquired cheerfully. Kim smiled and let out a chuckle.
“Of course, its a free roof. Want to head up there now?” She asked as she began to stand up, you had gotten used to working out what shakes and jiggles matched which movements in your month long imprisonment in her boob flesh.
A short while later the two women were on the roof, setting up the sun loungers and slipping out of their outer clothing. You got a flash of light as Kim slid out of her bra, not wanting a tan line there and tossed her bra to the side. Juli saw her slip it off and went bright red.
“KIM!” She said embarrised, but Kim just laughed.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen them before. It’s just the two of us up here. I do it all the time”
With a bit of gently prodding, Kim convinced Juli to also discard her top. While Kim began to smear lotion over her body, Juli crouched down to neatly put her clothing in a folded pile. She glanced up at her friend and housemate putting on lotion. Her eyes glanced to Kim’s breasts and spotted an odd blemish on the underside of her breast. It looked almost like a person, spread-eagled on her skin, but it was just a slightly different skin tone. Juli disregarded it a moment later as she stood up and took the lotion bottle from her friend and began to lotion herself up as well.
You had seen Juli look right at you, a confused look in her eyes for the briefest moment before she had seemed to shrug it off and stood up. If your eyes could cry, you would have in that moment. No one seemed to look close enough to you to rescue you from Kim’s body. This really would be how you would spend your life. The months would pass into years, maybe even decades. You would listen to Kim living her best life, while you remained unseen, unloved and unnoticed as a prisoner, unable to make a sound or move an inch.
As always with Kim’s tanning sessions, you found yourself staring at the doorway that led back down into the apartment complex while Kim lay on her back, though this time there was idle chatter to half listen to as you rose and fell with Kim’s breathing. You felt the heat of the sunshine and heard the sizzling of skin as your lotioned up body and prison of flesh both cooked in the summer sun. The two women were having a lovely time, Kim reading her book, but also chatting to Juli now and then as the kind girl spoke about things at the park.
For some reason, Juli found herself remembering that brief period when a tiny man was meant to be her partner at the park, but he had never shown up and it seems like he had taken one look at the job and decided against it. As she lay there, she wondered why she thought about that now, then remembered the little blemish on Kim’s breast. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. What a silly connection to make. A tiny man never shows and a skin blemish makes her think of him.
As the hours passed, you were repeatedly swapped between being scorched and crushed, depending on what side of her body Kim lay on at the time. You listened to the girls go down to the apartment for lunch before heading back up and continuing. All day you listened to two women happily enjoying their freedom and relaxing, one unaware that there was a little man held captive and the other uncaring about that fact. Eventually the sun began to set and they slipped their clothes back on before heading back down to the apartment for the night. When she got to her room, Kim slipped her top off, took off her bra and lifted her bra. Her eyes sparkled with sadistic glee as she saw no sign of the blemish of flesh, just flawless tanned skin. You also could see no sign of your body on her skin, though you knew you were still very much there. She let it drop and laughed, shaking her head before slipping her bra and top back on.
In her room, Juli still couldn’t shake the memory of the tiny man she had heard about. As she sat there, changing into her lounge wear, preparing to relax and watch a movie on the couch, she kept thinking back to that blemish of skin. Could it possibly be that you had been somehow trapped on Kim’s breast all this time. A month of being crushed inside a top and all the tanning, would that make you fade? Juli had no idea how a tiny mans body worked, but, was it possible...perhaps she should just forget about it...
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May 30, 2025
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