"Swim practice starts in fifteen minutes, bro." Jenna explained, then smirked at your confused gaze. "Oh? You didn't even know I went to try-outs? Yeah, a month ago, and I actually got in! I've always thought that sports sounded fun, but I'm not the hugest fan of running myself ragged getting all sweaty. That's more a Mari thing. No, I thought swim team sounded fun, and now I'm one of their new members. Me and Ashley, actually!"
Your eyes widened even further.
Jenna only giggled upon seeing your frightened face. "Come on, bro! I would think that a guy like you would be jumping at the chance to hang around so many bikini babes?"
You raised your hands. "J-Jenna, listen. Just please shove me in your locker, or something, and then I'll--"
"Mhm, nope! I've got a much, much better idea instead!" Jenna smirked. "I didn't bring you with me just for today as a random day, bro. Nah, it's a special day! I'm giving you a role on our new team too!"
Before you could ask what she meant, Jenna used her spare hand to rummage around in her bag, and produced a tiny vial of, of all things, Full-Length chemical. You jumped back in surprise and let out a cry, but there was simply no way in hell of escaping or even dreaming of overpowering your sister in a circumstance like this.
To your surprise, her application of the Full-Length was precise and controlled. Upon first sight, you'd anticipated her molding you into a swimsuit and then dousing you with Full-Length, which was a very 'Jenna' plan. You'd underestimated your sister's machinations, however, as Jenna instead used a tiny brush to apply only trace amounts of the chemical. She affixed your mouth into a smile and froze it, squished your face into a slightly different shape and froze it, and then slicked back your hair and froze it too.
You honestly had no idea what Jenna was planning to do...and that only made the cruel glint in her eye scarier.
Your sister kept quiet, merely stuffing you into her pocket as she ran off to the pool, not wanting to be late for practice on her first day. Once reaching the locker room, she said quick 'hellos' to her new swim teammates, and then changed into her tight lycra one-piece swimsuit uniform, which had her name stenciled across the back. She retrieved you from her pocket and walked quietly over to where a small podium was sitting by door to the coach's office in the back of the locker room.
Atop the podium was nervous looking, blonde tiny guy. He was rocking on his heels with an expression that was either anticipation or anxiety.
Jenna winked, and then snatched the guy up in her hand. In his place, she dropped you, making sure to slightly squish you so you'd take longer to reform. She then strolled to the locker room entrance, popped open the door, and then (as gently as she could), launched the blonde affected guy as far as she could down the hallway, smiling with success as he flew out the open door in the wake of a few other unaffected students exiting.
"Uh, who was that?" A curious voice asked her, and Jenna stepped back into the locker room to see Ashley. As Jenna had surmised, Ashley barely fit into her suit, the supposedly modest competition-legal uniform bursting at the seams because of Ashley's tremendous curves.
"My brother." Jenna explained. "Forget he was in my pocket. Don't really want him perving on a bunch of us ladies in the locker room, right?"
Ashley's blush implied she'd actually be okay with you checking her out, but she merely mumbled in agreement.
At that moment, a woman cleared her throat, directing everyone's attention to her.
Standing right outside her office door was Coach Lindsey, the instructor for the Weston University Girls Swim Team. She was a stern but fair forty-one-year-old woman with a muscular, sleek body and tight curves. She'd been a swimming prodigy in her youth, and it was clear that she still worked out regularly. Her tanned body glowed with years of natural light and careful treatment. She was beautiful in a more intimidating way than most.
"Listen up, ladies! Before practice, we've got two orders of business." Lindsey explained.
At her command, the swim team girls all gathered up in a circle around her, and the chest-high podium beside her. All told, there were about twenty girls on the swim team, though two in particular stood out more than the rest.
The first was a tall, hourglass shaped twenty-four-year-old with dark hair tinged with purple highlights. Like Ashley, her own one-piece seemed ill-suited to her outstanding proportions. Her name was Anastasia, and she was the star sprint swimmer on the team, able to overcome almost any opponent when it came to speed. She had a perpetual scowl on her pale, pretty face, and carried herself with a confidence that implied she believed herself better than her teammates.
The second was her opposite in many ways. A shorter but equally as gorgeous girl with black hair to match her darker skin, her modest chest clearly having been siphoned right into her magnanimous booty. Her name was Ananya, twenty-three-years-old, and the best diver on the team. She was also known for being a prolific flirt, and just an all-around friendly and agreeable girl who tried to just make sure everyone was having as much fun as she was. She was almost never not grinning.
Lindsey pointed to Jenna and Ashley. "We've got two new recruits for this semester. Their auditions were fantastic, so I hope they make a nice splash on our team." Lindsey chuckled at her own bad wordplay, and the other girls clapped (save for Anastasia who rolled her eyes, and Ananya who cheered and winked). "The second order of business, however, is much more important. I know most of you girls heard about this through the campus newsletter, but I'll run through the basics for those who didn't."
Jenna bit back her smirk. The plan was taking shape.
Lindsey pointed down to you, and you finished reforming and stood up on shaking legs. "Ladies, this is Ethan Smith, and he's volunteered his services as our team's first-ever PET, or Personal Enhancement Tiny, for those not in the know!"
The group of twenty swim team girls, Jenna included, clapped and smiled, infectious enthusiasm spreading over the team. Even Anastasia looked intrigued, and Ananya was downright jumping with glee.
You, meanwhile, went frozen with fear.
A PET?
PETs had been established by the CTC about thirty years ago, and though they had taken awhile to truly be accepted by society, they'd since grown hugely popular in the world of women's sports. Personal Enhancement Tinies were, in essence, a type of usage license a tiny could sign up for. Instead of individual or small group use, however, PETs were assigned to entire teams of athletes, to be used in whatever form the team desired. Hundreds of research papers had been published about the enhancing effects of tinies, even though you were sure they were bullshit.
You glared at Jenna, and she winked when she caught your eye.
"Now," Lindsey continued. "There's even more to be excited about with Ethan here. He came straight from the CTC at a premium price, but that's because his Tiny Use Score was calculated at 96! That's nearly perfect in all three categories: Durability, Comfortability, and Malleability! There's hardly a thing that Ethan shouldn't be able to handle. Plus, it's written in his file that he loves being put to work, and doesn't need special care or gentleness. He's a real trooper!"
The girls cheered again, and you snapped out of your stupor. It was time to clear this mess up. You turned to Lindsey to speak...but couldn't.
You internally screamed. Jenna had used Full-Length to freeze your mouth shut! She'd also used it to re-shape your face, which you realized now was a way to hide your identity! No one in this room, not even Ashley, would recognize you as Matthew Jacobs anymore! Everyone would think you were this Ethan guy, willingly signing up for a semester of use as a PET for these ladies!
You started screaming, producing only a murmuring sound.
Lindsey chuckled. "Ethan sure sounds excited! He only needs one more thing!" From her pocket, she produced a small black dot-shaped object, and slapped it into your back. Instantly, you felt the object dig into your flesh, and you hopped around in pain, earning more giggles from the swim team ladies.
Jenna, however, winced. Lindsey had just stuck you with a Tiny Tracker, or TT. With a TT, the whole university would now be able to track your personal information and GPS location. She'd really on been planning on having you substitute as Ethan for a week or two until the prank wasn't as funny. Now, things were slipping out of control, but your sister kept silent. Maybe it would still be worth it, for a semester?
Meanwhile, Lindsey held out a remote. "This remote controls the TT embedded into Ethan. With a button, I can freeze him in shape, then unlock him again. That way, it'll save us the pain of needing any of that annoying Full-Length solvent stuff just to re-shape Ethan. Plus, I can safely store him in my office each night. That's where the remote will be, too." She explained, then clapped her hands. "Anyway, ladies, if we do well this season, the school will give us a grant for new PETs next semester. With that in mind, who wants to break Ethan in first and kick off our new semester with a PET?"
All the ladies except for Jenna shoved their hands up with excitement, and you felt your heart crack with worry.
1) You're handed off to Anastasia, the cocky, curvaceous speed swimmer.
2) You're handed off to Ananya, the flirty, bottom-heaver diver.
3) You're handed off to Ashley/Jenna, put through your paces with your dear friends/family.
4) You're handed off to someone else.
5) Lindsey actually elects to use you herself today, to show her students the ropes. Plus, it's been years since she's gotten the joy of using a PET!
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