It was extremely tempting to just say no to Elizabeth's request. You'd tagged along on this little beach visit to relax in the sun, catch some waves, cuddle up with your adorable girlfriend, and spend time chatting with her mother, Jennifer, and (if you absolutely had to) Mackenzie. You hadn't come along on this adventure to spend hours wrapped around Elizabeth's ludicrously proportioned hips, and be strained against her ass. You'd been molded into clothing countless times in your life, and it was never a particularly fun or enjoyable experience, even in the best of times.
Still, there was just something about the pathetic little pout on Elizabeth's face that struck a chord with you. You knew that you had nothing to prove to her, as she was one-hundred-percent supportive of your relationship with her daughter. Brownie points were the last thing you needed from her...but it couldn't hurt to earn a few more, right? You were a kind and caring person by heart, and it did tug at your heartstrings to imagine Elizabeth missing out on a fun date with her daughter, all because of Mackenzie's inherent cruelness. Also...technically...wouldn't agreeing to help Elizabeth out be a way of shoving it in Mackenzie's face? Proving you were man enough to handle her taunting threats?
Mind made up, you nodded stoically. "I'll help, Ms. King." You agreed.
Elizabeth's eyes shone brilliantly. "Oh my god, seriously? AHHH! You are THE BEST, Andrew!" She grinned from ear-to-ear. "And please, for the last time, just 'Elizabeth' is fine with me!"
"Alright, Elizabeth." You conceded, before shooting her as serious a look as you could manage. "Just as long as we're clear that this is only for a few hours today, right? Nothing permanent. Just a favor." You said the last part with your gaze locked on Mackenzie. She scowled, and you could only imagine the sadistic tricks she'd probably been attempting to think up involving usage licenses and the like.
Elizabeth nodded energetically. "Uh huh, uh huh! I totally get it, Andrew! Aw...thanks so much for doing this for me!"
Olivia had had a pensive expression on her face up until now, presumably unsure of your decision, but she finally smiled warmly. "It was really nice of you to offer this, Andy. You're such a sweet heart." There was a faint blush in her cheeks, and a much stronger one in your own. Mackenzie and Jennifer rolled their eyes, while Elizabeth watched her precious daughter flirt with pride.
Finally, Olivia picked you up off of the locker room bench, and gave her mom a proud look. "We have experience doing this sort of thing, so just give me a minute, mom, and I'll have Andy in the right shape for you." Olivia then glanced down at you. "Um...I think your red shorts might stick out a bit...uh..." Olivia bit her lip with embarrassment.
Sighing, you stripped off your red shorts, which Olivia passed to Mackenzie to throw back into the bag. Of course, you just barely caught a glimpse of Mackenzie, behind Olivia's back, flicking the swim shorts onto the floor. Before you could even think to berate her or sigh with exhaustion, Olivia clapped her hands together, crushing you flat.
Though she genuinely tried her hardest to be as gentle as possible, there was only so much tact and care one could put into the molding and re-shaping of a tiny. Through the mild pain and discomfort, you clung to the fact that it was your beautiful, wonderful girlfriend doing this to you, knowingly and with your consent. That eased the anxiety a little bit...though the fact that you were naked, and the fact that your final destination would be far from pleasant, continued to stick in your mind as ill omens.
After about five minutes, Olivia had finished molding you into bikini bottoms. Your stretched out face, almost comically distorted, faced outward on the back of the makeshift bikini, taking in the locker room. It was kind of Olivia to position you outwards, allowing you to still somewhat partake in the sunny, happy day. Currently, you saw the exuberant grin of Elizabeth, and the matching amused smirks of Mackenzie and Jennifer. The other three women had changed into their own bikinis, with Elizabeth being, of course, naked except for her stringy, revealing top.
The rest of your neck, torso, and lower body made up the crotch part of the bikini, and Olivia had pinched and stretched your arms and legs into loops that would hug Elizabeth's hips and complete the ensemble. She'd adhered your looped limbs together with extra-strength waterproof tape, something she carried in her purse for situations like this. Many a time you'd had to serve as impromptu clothing, and Olivia was a deft hand applying that tape to you. It held strong against all forces...though, perhaps, TOO strongly. It was often a pain to peel off of you.
Olivia handed you off to her mother, who eagerly scooped you up. She squished and pulled at your bikini-shaped body, giggling like a child on Christmas, majorly impressed with her daughter's tiny-molding skills. Giving you a quick, excited wink, Elizabeth then dropped you to the floor. From the cold floor, you stared up at Elizabeth's towering, tanned legs, eventually leading to succulently jiggly thighs, hughmongus hips, and monumental ass. Her face was wholly obscured by her shelf-like breasts.
Wait...how could you see all of that? It occurred to you after minor delay that Olivia had made you to face outward, not inward. You should've been staring at the tiled floor!
The answer came to you after another second: While playing around with you a minute ago, Elizabeth had accidentally flipped you inside-out. Your face would now be pressing inward, into Elizabeth's butt!
You let out a mute, silent cry of agony. From your peripheral vision, you could just barely spot Olivia, and you begged her to notice what Elizabeth had done. Sadly, she was in the middle of changing, and laughing at a joke Mackenzie was telling her. However, Mackenzie mostly certainly caught your eye, and she winked maliciously. She HAD noticed Elizabeth's unfortunate blunder, and was obviously way too amused to correct it!
You could do nothing either, especially as Elizabeth grabbed your looped limbs and began lifting you up her legs. Your body soon hit the warm plains of her thighs, and with a little bit of wiggling, Elizabeth got your bikini body up to her buttocks. However, your face slapped right into the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and though Elizabeth kept pulling, her derriere was simply so gargantuan that your body wouldn't rise any higher. Your face merely squished more and more into her doughy cheeks.
Elizabeth frowned, and glanced down at her tiny-turned-bikini. Though Olivia had made you perfectly, she'd made you to her own body's dimensions and proportions. She clearly hadn't realized it, but Elizabeth was just that little bit more curvy and developed than her daughter...and now it was the little extra bit that was keeping you from fulfilling your obligation. As it was, your tiny body was practically at its limit, and Elizabeth's futile attempts to stretch you wider over her dumptruck of a posterior were in vain.
Frustrated, and at her wit's end, Elizabeth tightly gripped your limbs, and with full exertion, yanked you up as hard as she could. At the same time, she jumped up in the air, hanging for half a second from the power of her jump, before crashing back down. Even from the other side of the locker room, several heads turned in awe of the sheer display Elizabeth's nearly-naked body was exhibiting.
The whiplash of both techniques at once shook your body like crazy, as your face bounced against Elizabeth's booty over and over, her flesh rippling from her movements. All at once, you felt a sharp wave of pain and discomfort, and then you were catapulted into darkness. Your body twisted and contorted, and everything around you became dark, hot, and sweaty. A slightly foul odor wafted into your flattened nostrils. You couldn't see, you couldn't move, and you could barely process what had just happened.
Olivia had made you into a standard, fairly modest, bikini. However, because of her blunder in misremembering her mother's size, that hadn't been enough. Unable to stretch further, your body had simply done the next best thing...compress.
Elizabeth sighed in contentment as her bikini buddy settled into place around her hips, hugging her tightly. She squirmed a bit at how sensitive you felt, but also how warm and comforting you were. Soft and supportive at the same time! A skip in her step, she crossed over to the nearest mirror and admired her reflection, rubbing a hand against your limbs...as she could no longer do so with the rest of you.
She'd contorted you into a thong bikini. Your body had been crunched up into a long flat line, and was now so deeply shoved into her ass that she was functionally using you like dental floss. Your looped limbs were still visible around her hips, but the rest of you was barely noticeable. Nearly all of you was tucked out of sight between her meaty cheeks.
"A tight fit, Andrew, but we did it!" Elizabeth cheered. "Ready for a super fun day at the beach? I know I am!" Elizabeth giggled, before rejoining the others. Every single step she took ground your body between her unrelenting buttocks. It was going to be a long day.
Olivia smiled happily at her mom, having no idea you'd been both flipped around and now shoved into a thong-like shape. Mackenzie and Jennier both fought to keep from laughing. Already, the two of them were devising ways to make you suffer as much as possible.
To get a jump on that, Mackenzie stepped forward. "Well, if we're all set..." She began. "...I've got a few ideas what we can do today!"
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