This choice: Left as a Prisoner on Kenzie's Booty (RESERVED) • Go Back...Chapter #6Left as a Prisoner on Kenzie's Booty (Part One) by: Unknown As Kenzie stood up, her heavy ass cheeks peeled off of the lifeguard chair with a sticky 'SHLORP' sound, the swamp of sweat she'd generated in her three hour shift almost keeping her flesh glued to the seat. Not that Kenzie was bothered by, or even noticed, the stickiness of her own ass cheeks, or the puddle of sweat left behind on the chair. She knew her swampy booty would dry in the sun and wind, and the puddle was for the next lifeguard to deal with, not her. She'd long since stopped being bothered by the copious buckets of sweat her dark skinned produced in the summer heat.
Climbing down the ladder to the ground below, Kenzie stretched out her arms and back in a quick series of poses, not at all bothered by the stares she attracted by doing so in her incredibly tight and impossibly revealing lifeguard one-piece. When she'd worked out the kinds, she found herself approached by the next lifeguard on shift, a dark-skinned girl with white streaked hair named Yesenia, roughly Kenzie's own age. She fit her own uniform much nicer, though only barely given her curvy-muscular physique.
Yesenia, ever the stoic one, gave Kenzie a quick nod and then ascended the ladder, only to cry out. "Ugh, Kenzie. Seriously? Your ass sweat is a giant puddle!"
Kenzie shrugged, unbothered. "It'll dry up soon, probably. Everyone sweats, Yesenia."
"Sure, but not everyone sweats enough to leave behind toxic waste. I'm pretty sure if an affected ended up in this lake of death, they'd drown." Yesenia gagged, and began moping up Kenzie's booty sweat with a spare towel.
Kenzie's brow furrowed at that statement, as it reminded her of the affected she'd spent the past three hours crushing. Reminded in the sense that she now bothered to think about him, as Kenzie certainly hadn't forgot. She had a mind like a steel trap, and had aced all her tests and exams in school without even needing to study, since she just retained information after being told it once. No, Yesenia's statement brought Kenzie's mind back to the tiny she'd stopped caring about a minute into her shift for two reasons.
One was a more simple one, and a slightly more curious one than Kenzie had expected to enter her own brain. She was, morbidly, a bit curious as to how her unwanted chair partner had handled the three hours of sitting. She'd always wondered exactly what it felt like for a tiny to be crushed, especially by a booty as gargantuan as Kenzie's own. Did it feel good? Probably not, but how awful could it be, really? Kenzie decided she'd never know, given that she'd been born unaffected, so she tossed the errant thought from her mind lest it take up a second longer of energy than it needed to.
The second thought was more compelling. Yesenia had directly mentioned a tiny, and had then proceeded to clean up the sweaty puddle, but hadn't mentioned finding a tiny. That implied there wasn't a tiny to be found on the chair. Did that mean...?
Kenzie bade farewell to her fellow lifeguard and then strolled off. Her next shift was to patrol around the lazy river (a ride in which Kenzie, rather fittingly, loved dearly). However, on the way there, the dark-skinned beauty made sure to cross near one of the children's splash areas. More specifically, she crossed near the giant goofy funhouse styled mirrors scattered about in the shallow bit of the pool. Kids always loved making silly faces and splashing each other near those mirrors, but Kenzie had a different objective in mind.
Her butt was, after all, so massive she couldn't check what she wanted to without the aid of a mirror.
Reaching the mirror, Kenzie backed up near it and then craned her head back over her shoulder to examine. And there, even in the midst of the distortion and wavy effects in the glass of the mirror, was a man-shaped tan splotch on her left butt cheek. Several shades lighter than her own skintone, and still with his red swim trunks on, was Mister Jacobs.
Kenzie smirked. "Damn, Matt. Didn't know you wanted to spend all day with me."
In response, Kenzie's left ass cheek almost imperceptibly twitched. She could just barely feel a vibration tickling her flesh, though it was mostly dampened by the pounds of cellulite and fat she called a booty. Kenzie chuckled under her breath, absolutely aware of what that vibration had been: Matt screaming at her.
"Hey, it doesn't bother me." Kenzie shrugged. She cupped a hand around her ass cheek, squeezing her thumb into your body. "I just thought you guys got more and more stuck the longer you had pressure on you. This doesn't seem like a good way to get free of me, but what do I know? All I do know is that you're on your own, dude. Whether you want to peel free or stick around, leave me out of it."
With that, Kenzie returned to walking towards the lazy river, all the while feeling the vibration frantically tickling against her ass. Growing annoyed at the sensation, Kenzie did what she always did: mentally block it from her mind. And just like that, the irritation (though it technically still continued) was gone from her mind, and the epitome of laziness was free to go back to her boring but well-paying job, putting in as minimal effort as possible.
*****
You were, frankly, miserable.
Your hope at your torment coming to an end when Kenzie had stood from the lifeguard chair had been almost summarily dashed at the realization that you were rising upwards along with her cheek. You'd begged the gods above to show mercy, but your grip on the chair had faltered, and you remained claimed by Kenzie's left butt cheek. The three hours of sitting she'd forced upon you had been too much for your body to handle, and you were nothing more than a sticker adorning her ass cheek as it had jiggled along as she descended the ladder.
It was concerning, actually, how adhered to her booty flesh you felt. Normally, three hours under a giantess would suck, but you'd end the ordeal not particularly worse for wear. And yet Kenzie, and her impossibly massive mound of jiggling flesh had inflicted so much horror and pain upon you that your body had skipped the 'squished' step and jumped straight to the 'sticker' step of tiny-crushing. Every movement and shake of Kenzie's ass cheek as she walked along wiggled and vibrated through you, and it was miserable.
That didn't mean you gave up on trying to escape, though. You still put what energy and strength you had towards trying to will your body to reform, hoping you could peel off of Kenzie's booty before she sat back down again. It was nauseating work, as Kenzie's left cheek was simply in constant motion, jostling you around like mad. Your senses were also distractingly dulled, as you had been crushed face first and were even now still swallowing a mouthful of the girl's hot flesh in total darkness. All you could do was hear the world around you, as you both tried to reform and also silently sent signals begging any passerby to notice you.
It was no use, though. Kenzie's ass was ogled by nearly a thousand people as she walked about, but not a single person spared even a single glance at the inch-long splotch a few shades lighter on the girl's left butt cheek. You weren't worth the attention, and even those people who did see you saw you as nothing more than a trick of the light, a weird sticker/tattoo, or a little piece of dirt. Worst of all, your fellow affected, would probably would have seen you, stayed far the hell away from Kenzie, knowing the girl's track record around tinies.
And so you remained stuck, and your heart both figuratively and literally plummeted as Kenzie reclaimed another lifeguard chair after two hours of patrolling, beginning another three hour session of sitting by one of the slides. You mentally groaned in frustration and exhaustion, your body tired from the pain, your mind tired from the effort of reforming, and your heart tired of dealing with shitty unaffected like Kenzie who couldn't be bothered to put their own needs second for once in their lives. You were so tired of girls like Kenzie acting like monsters, yet wholly believing themselves innocent of wrongdoing and shifting all the blame on the inch-tall innocents at their feet.
You knew Kenzie had felt you, you knew that she realized you were stuck because of her, and you knew that she could still free you in seconds if she just bothered. And yet she just kept ignoring you! She just kept crushing you under her ass, smearing you into a more and more paste-like shape as she wriggled around to get comfortable, and she just kept drowning you in her sweat and stench. All because...what? Because she was just the laziest girl to ever exist?
Yes. You glumly realized. Yes she is. I'm stuck to the only girl who will never be bothered to save me herself, and if I can't get someone else to free me or escape on my own, this is only going to get worse.
With a groan, you began conserving your strength once more, waiting for the moment Kenzie would stand again.
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