(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
How better to screw with Jenna's no-doubt nefarious plans for you then by showing her you could handle yourself? Sure, it might be dangerous, but you'd be fine, right?
Flashing as confident a smile as you could manage, you shouted up to your giantess companions.
"I'll go last, by myself!" You cried out, full of satisfaction that only grew as you noticed Jenna's abject surprise.
Ashley, hardly fazed, merely grinned with excitement. "Awesome, then I'm first!" She exclaimed, barreling ahead.
Ashley caught the eye of the bored lifeguard, who vaguely motioned for her to step onto the slide. Ashley stepped up the coarse little ramp (which was to prevent slipping), and then stood at the opening maw of the slide. A three-inch tall lip around the slide kept water from spilling out across the wooden deck. Almost shaking with anticipation, Ashley plopped down, her magnificently massive ass clapping against the plastic slide and upheaving a miniature tsunami of water that poured over the lip barrier, soaking the lifeguard's personal bag which was resting nearby.
The lifeguard swore under her breath, then gave Ashley a thumbs-up. "Go on down."
Ashley let out a triumphant scream as she pushed off and disappeared into the darkness of the enclosed slide. Her cries of happiness carried all the way to the bottom, growing fainter as the bubbly girl moved further and further away. After another minute, the lifeguard glanced over the railing behind her, and spotted Ashley's vibrant red mane of hair as the girl paddled away from the landing zone in the bottom pool.
The lifeguard yawned, then gestured for the next patron to take their place. She then turned her attention to her nails, her disinterest in this job apparent for all to see.
Your sister spared you one more glance, a look of ire on her face. You could see her wage a quick mental battle, trying to figure out how she could still screw with you. Her eyes flicked to the side, catching on the beautiful girl behind you in line. Jenna's anger dissipated, and a small smile took its place. Your sister looked back to you, gave you a wink, and then walked up onto the slide. She shoved off a moment later, and after a minute or two of waiting, it was your turn.
"Next!" The lifeguard droned, not even looking up from her nails.
You broke into a sprint, racing across the wooden deck and approaching the ramp. The little bumps and groves in the ramp (which helped normal-sized people maintain traction even if the ground was wet) tripped you a few times, but finally you made it up and over the lip barrier. Paddling out through water that was nearly at your neck level, you floated towards the edge of the landing area, the cavernous maw of the slide beckoning before you. You looked over at the lifeguard for a signal...only to find her hidden from view by the curled lip of the slide!
The lifeguard finally glanced up from her nails, and looked over at the slide. Finding it devoid of anyone, and not having heard someone shove off down the slide without waiting for her call, she glared at the next person in line...the gorgeous blonde.
"I said, next!" The lifeguard yelled.
The woman, who had been staring off into space, jumped in alarm, putting a hand to her abundant chest. Immediately, she blushed bright red, and stammered out a quiet apology as she shuffled forward to take her place. For some reason, she could've sworn there was someone else before her in line, but she was far too flustered at having held up the line to think any more about it.
Keeping her gaze locked on the lifeguard, the woman walked up the ramp and then positioned herself in place. Not so much as even glancing down, she dropped onto her butt, though at a slower and more careful pace than Ashley had. Once firmly settled, she waited for the lifeguard to give the thumbs-up.
Of course, as soon as you'd heard the lifeguard call someone else after not seeing you, you'd begun to panic. That panic had only grown when the woman behind you had entered your view, tall legs stretching far above you into a bountifully blessed booty that was almost entirely exposed by the woman's high-cut bottoms. You let out a scream that was fully drowned out by the rushing of the water, and when you tried to swim away, the current of the woman's feet stepping into place created mini waves that tossed you right back into the center of the slide. You'd had no chance of escape, and only turned over onto your back and stared up in horror as the oblivious woman started to sit.
Your tiny body crumpled instantaneously as the woman's ass smacked down onto the slide. No amount of bracing could have prepared you for the utter weighty girth of her meteoric derriere slamming down upon you. Facing up as you were, your body was smushed into a flat little sticker, spread-eagled against the woman's silky smooth, bare right butt cheek. Your entire body was shoved into her plump booty, your face squeezed into the woman's jiggly flesh. There wasn't a thing you could do to try and wriggle free at this point.
The lifeguard, having not witnessed a thing, gave the signal, and your blissfully unaware tormentor shoved off the slide and plunged into the darkness.
Immediately, the torture began, and you silently screamed out in agony. The full weight of the woman bore down on you as she raced down the slide, twisting and turning. Her ass, pushing you as flat as could be, served as an unrelenting force as it ground you into paste. The woman's booty and the unyielding plastic of the slide combined to form the world's cruelest torture device, as you were smeared and grinded between them. Every small bump and turn in the slide pounded you even more into the woman's right butt cheek, and the slick water only further enhanced the speed and efficiency at which the crushing pressure intensified.
The slide was not long, but it felt like a never-ending nightmare from your position. You could feel the very fibers of your being grow more and more distorted as the constant smearing and grinding was reducing you from a flat sticker into an unintelligible blob, and then into something even less human. You could feel yourself sticking to the very pores of the woman's supple skin, and you could feel your battered and bruised body becoming less physically distinct. In the mere minute-long duration of the slide, you were being put through an agony that you might require outside help to ever escape from.
The woman finally emerged at the bottom of the pool, landing with a heavy splash. She emerged from the water like a goddess, shaking out her flawless hair as the droplets rolled along her perfect form. She was giggling, an ecstatic euphoria having temporarily overcome her customary shyness. Wiping the water out of her eyes, the woman paddled over to the edge of the pool, contemplating getting right back in line for another go.
Meanwhile, Jenna stood by the edge of the pool, intently keeping an eye out for her inch-tall brother. Ashley had raced back into line, leaving your sister by herself to verify if your solo trip down the slide was a success. However, she hadn't seen you at all, and when the beautiful woman emerged in your place, your sister couldn't help but display a smug grin. Though she had no way of truly knowing, she had a pretty clear idea of what had happened to you.
Jenna stepped to the edge of the pool, and held out her hand towards the woman. The woman blinked at the kind offer, then accepted with a gracious, heart-melting smile. Jenna hefted the woman out of the pool, then, as the woman took a second to catch her breath, Jenna sneakily took a peek at the woman's body, scanning her eyes over the blonde woman's every inch of skin. Finally, her gaze caught on you, and she choked out a laugh.
You were barely recognizable at this point, but Jenna's trained eye could make you out anywhere. No longer a man-shaped sticker, you were little more than a tan smear on the woman's right butt cheek, looking like a vaguely off-color birthmark. You blended in almost perfectly with the woman's own skin tone, and Jenna couldn't even make out where your blobby, smeared body began and ended. You were nearly engrained with the woman's flesh at this point, and all from just a single slide ride.
Jenna's smile was wicked. She couldn't have planned this any better.
"Thank you, miss." The woman said, breaking Jenna out of her amused observation.
Your sister straightened. "No problem, and it's Jenna." She held out her hand.
"I'm Cecilia." The woman said brightly, shaking Jenna's hand in turn. Jenna stiffened at the woman's touch, a soft glint in her eyes. Cecilia was easily the most beautiful woman she'd ever met. How perfect to have her be the one to torment tiny little you.
"Wild slide, huh?" Jenna asked casually.
Cecilia nodded enthusiastically. "It is, yes. My first one." She blushed. "Actually, my first visit to a pool like this."
Jenna gaped. "No way. Really?"
Cecilia grimaced. "I'm usually too...shy...to go out."
"No kidding?" Your sister smiled warmly, and bobbed with excitement. "I can show you around, if you'd like."
Cecilia gasped with delight. "You'd do that? That'd be awesome!"
Jenna grinned happily, then clapped her hands. "Alright! Oh, but first..."
1) "I think you sat on my brother." - Jenna actually points you out, but can you even be easily freed at this point? And why would Jenna seemingly take pity on you?
2) "Want to ride the slide again?" - Jenna makes it her mission to continually get Cecilia to unknowingly torment you in as many ways as possible, intent on making your torture even worse.
3) "WRITER'S CHOICE"
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