(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Vivian held you tightly in one hand while she twirled a strand of her blonde hair with the other hand. "Okay little guy...just give me a second to brainstorm the best way to go about this."
You frowned at her, and tried to speak up, only to find that she was crushing your lungs just a little too tightly, and you couldn't manage anything more than an inaudible grumble.
Behind you, Mari gave you a small sheepish wave. "Thanks again for agreeing to this, Matt. I know it's not exactly what we had planned for today...but I promise it won't be for long. And, you know, at least it's with me, right? That's gotta be an upside." Your girlfriend forced a quick laugh, and something about the awkward tone of her voice sent a chill down your spine. You couldn't do much though, as Mari then turned on her heel and left the small office, deciding to wait outside where it was warmer.
You brought your attention back to Vivian, just as the giant girl's face split into a wide smile. "Ah, yeah. That should work. Mari's pretty hefty in all the right places, but I think you'll still work." Vivian winked at you. "And I'll admit, you're the first actual tiny I've worked with. Here's hoping the stories I've heard about the real deal being better to mold than that synthetic stuff were true!"
Your eyes went wide with panic...right as Vivian clapped her hands together, smushing you flat.
The truth became shockingly clear. Somehow, in your distracted state, some sort of miscommunication had occurred, and you'd apparently just agreed to be molded into Mari's replacement uniform bikini!
Too late to stop anything now, you were powerless as Vivian used a fingernail to scrape your clothes away while she simultaneously pulled your body tighter and tauter. Stretching you out to your limits, Vivian pulled on your stretchy form until you were as wide and flat a rectangular shape as she could manage. It hurt like hell, and you tried for a few minutes to feebly twitch and shake as you tried to convey your discomfort and horror to the titanic blonde, but Vivian merely interpreted your miniscule movements as eager anticipation.
Truthfully, Vivian was jealous of Mari for having such an adorable and selfless tiny boyfriend. The idea of actual wearing another (squishy and stretchy) human being was an incredibly appealing one to Vivian, and she hoped that Mari would appreciate the privilege. Still, she'd been hired by The Oasis for this exact sort of task, and she'd make damn sure she turned you into the comfiest and sexiest uniform bikini at the pool. Even if it was only until Mari could get her own suit back from Viola.
While she was having this internal monologue, she'd decided to pass the time by filling up a bowl of red dye. Though far from a full-course fashion studio, the quartermaster office had all the supplies needed to turn synthetic Tinex material into extra towels, replacement swimsuits, and everything in between. At the same time, they'd only bought what was strictly necessary, and considering the only colors on the employee bikinis were red and black, those were the only dyes they carried.
You silently screamed as you were submerged in the bowl of dye, and your tiny body began to greedily suck up the coloring, changing within minutes from your normal human appearance to one dyed completely bright red.
Meanwhile, Vivian had prepared a mannequin she and the other volunteers used for modeling and creating swimsuits. She also prepared some black waterproof paint and a pre-traced stencil of The Oasis logo. Once she was satisfied that you were sufficiently dyed red, she retrieved you from the bowl, dried you off with a towel while also rubbing away your still slightly visible human features (bikinis didn't have faint faces, fingers, toes, and private parts, after all), and then began to final steps of forming you into a uniform-standard one-piece bikini.
Draping you over the mannequin's neck, Vivian narrowed her gaze and began the laborious task of pulling you around the relatively curvy doll. She had to pull your body and stretch you out, while also sticking your own limbs and body parts together to create the fully-sized three-dimensional shape required of a one-piece swimsuit. Wrapping your body like you were the world's stretchiest contortionist, Vivian expertly created a hole for your future wearer's head, as well as leg holes.
You realized (with a nauseating sensation of despair) that Vivian had ended up placing your face on the inside of the lower portion of the back of the one-piece. Chiefly, your face was now in the perfect position to end up smashed firmly into girlfriend's hughmongus booty, which would lead to a foreseeable future of sweat, smell, crushing, and darkness. On top of this, your crotch was at the upper part of the inside of the front of the suit, meaning Mari's breasts would be squeezing against your most sensitive area for what could very well be hours on end!
Pulling your loose bits taut, and making you as snug and form-fitting as possible to prevent baggy areas that could improperly hold water and slow swim speed, Vivian finalized her design of you. Pulling you off of the mannequin and draping you across her work table, she pressed The Oasis logo stencil into your midsection (which was the middle of the front of the suit), and she quickly scribbled on the black waterproof paint until the logo was complete.
Afterwards, she used a blow-dryer to speed up the process of drying the paint, and then she flipped you onto your other side. Using a separate set of alphabetical stencils, Vivian traced out M-A-R-I across your back. The cold paint chilled you, but not as much as the realization that, having basically finished her job by now, Vivian had turned you into the perfect replacement suit for Mari. No one in the world except for Vivian and Mari now knew that the suit she'd be wearing until she could meet up with Viola again was made from her little boyfriend. It was a sobering, scary thought to put so much trust in two women alone.
Blow-drying the letters on your back, Vivian grinned at her handiwork, and then reached for the bottle of Full Length spray to finish the job. Thankfully, right before she spritzed you, she remembered you were a real tiny, and not a scrap of Tinex. Wincing at her near catastrophic mistake, Vivian put the Full Length spray back down. If she'd doused you with that, your body would have frozen in the shape of a one-piece. Only a relatively rare and expensive solvent could've freed you then.
Vivian wiped some sweat from her brow. "Whew! One cute boyfriend-turned-bikini, all done!"
As if on cue, the door to the office swung open, and Mari crept in. There was an anxious expression on her face, and that anxiety only grew as her eyes locked onto the lifeguard one-piece that used to be her boyfriend.
Heedless to your girlfriend's apprehension, Vivian was all smiles. "Ta da! Some of my finest work, eh?" She flipped you around in her hands. "The Oasis logo, your name written out on the back, totally dyed red, not a smidge or smear mark anywhere...it's got everything!" Vivian beamed.
Mari bit her lip. "I...I didn't know you would dye him."
Vivian frowned. "Course I'd have to. Company policy, remember. You are a lifeguard, after all." She tossed you to Mari, who caught you delicately. Your girlfriend stared at the chest of the suit, wrongfully assuming that that would be roughly where your eyes would end up.
She spoke softly into what was actually your stomach. "So sorry about this, Matt. I promise, the second Viola gets back from that family emergency, I'll have my old suit, and you'll be free." She gently kissed your chest. "And thanks for agreeing to this, it really does mean a lot." Taking a deep breath, Mari dropped you to the floor and discarded the towel she'd been using for modesty.
Vivian sat back as your girlfriend started putting you on. "Hey, side note. Remember to keep him away from Full Length, yeah? I almost sprayed him and pulled back last second. That means, if this whole ordeal drags on, to take him home every third Thursday. That's the day the night volunteer reapplies Full Length to all the suits before washing them. We don't carry that solvent stuff either, Mari."
Your girlfriend paled, and the panicked look in her eye made it clear she was worried about her memory holding strong. "Uh...okay! Second Thursday, got it!"
"Third!" Vivian groaned.
Mari winced, then finished settling you in place.
Vivian had indeed created a masterwork, much to your humiliation and discomfort. You fit Mari like a glove, your body wrapped so tightly you were like a second skin on her. Your crotch hugged tightly around the huge swell of her breasts, your stomach was lean against her own, and you showed off her body while still being a recognizable lifeguard uniform. Most of all, as you'd feared, your face was scrunched up against her ass, and as Mari took a few steps to test you out, your head was already being dragged between her meaty cheeks.
Mari coyly tugged at your body. "So...uh...let's just try to enjoy this, Matt! We'll think of it as an extended date! Probably will make it easier on us, huh?"
Vivian waved Mari away. "Alright, shoo, love birds! Get back to guarding lives!"
Mari, already trying to normalize the situation by easing back into her normal attitude, snapped Vivian a sarcastic salute before heading back out into the sun, boyfriend-turned-bikini in tow.
How does this whole ordeal continue?
1) Surprisingly, things go pretty great, and Viola soon returns to work with Mari's old suit.
2) Viola ends up needing a lot more time off than expected, and as your "temporary" transformation drags on, Mari's memory begins to falter bit by bit.
3) Viola returns...but she somehow lost Mari's old suit! Panicking, Mari desperately tries to think of what she can do now.
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