Life had taught you thousands upon thousands of times that it was foolish to ever get your hopes up.
Truly, how could this situation possibly end up okay? Your entire body had been dyed bright red, and your recognizable human features had been smeared away. You'd been stenciled with The Oasis logo, and had your girlfriend's name printed across your body just like all the other lifeguard one-piece uniforms at the park. You looked and felt exactly like any other swimsuit, and the only person who could truly treat you gently and remember to free you from this fate was Mari, your lovely but exceptionally forgetful girlfriend.
At least you hadn't been doused in Full-Length...yet.
However, to your utter shock and disbelief, absolutely nothing went wrong, and the next three days passed by in a blur.
Nothing wrong within reason, of course.
There was certainly something to be said about having your body stretched and pulled to its limits to accommodate the curvaceous physique of your darling Mari. Sure, tinies could stretch, but it was definitely never comfortable to be molded to this extent! You clung so tightly to Mari that it felt like your own body might snap apart, her slightest of movements pulling and yanking your body even tauter. The out-pouring of sweat from her body and onto yours was rough to, especially as your affected DNA greedily absorbed all her sweat and dirt like an obedient little swimsuit (much to Mari's delight and comfort, actually).
You were far from comfortable, of course. Your crotch being squeezed into your girlfriend's large, soft breasts was a consistent source of annoying stimulation and aggravating sexual frustration, as it was just enough rubbing and squishing to tease you without actually allowing you release. Worse, obviously, was your face being crushed into Mari's doughy buttocks, the girl's hot bronzed flesh doing its level best to knead you into human paste.
With each step Mari took, your one-piece body wedged itself further into her butt crack, your own slippery form gliding along her sweat-slicked skin. It wasn't long before your entire head was being chewed up by her ass cheeks, and though Mari spent the first hour picking you free each time, she eventually gave up and left you to be a make-shift booty toy for her endlessly jiggling cheeks. Whether it was due to exhaustion, or having already forgotten to be careful with you, you weren't sure. Mari's tendency to avoid awkward situations by just ignoring them had led to her being accidentally rough with you in the past.
So, of course, you ended each day utterly exhausted. Your body cried out with relieved delight as Mari would peel you from her sweaty skin and drop you onto the changing room bench. You were invariable caked in sweat and other bits of grime at the end of each day, Mari's booty having practically made a squashed indention into your head, and your flattened crotch throbbing with pent-up tension.
At the end of the first day, Mari very delicately apologized for any pain or embarrassment you might've experienced during the day, washed you gently in the sink, and then hung you up by her locker for use in the morning. By day two, she repeated those steps, but never actually spoke to you or made eye contact (or attempted eye contact, rather, as she didn't know your head was swallowed by her ass each day). By day three, Mari just tossed you into the washing machine with the rest of the lifeguard uniforms, having very clearly forgotten about your identity.
You had internally sighed when she'd done that. It wasn't wholly unexpected, considering Mari's short-term memory issues were the stuff of legends (and never in a good way), but it was still always a tad demoralizing to know that your girlfriend of ten years could forget about you so easily. At least nothing bad had happened in the washing machine, and hopefully Viola would return soon and set everything back to normal.
You got your wish on the dawn of the fourth morning since becoming your girlfriend's replacement swimsuit, as Mari waltzed into the locker room and gasped with surprise upon seeing Viola.
The modest-framed redhead was standing by Mari's locker, a swimsuit held in her hands. Given the size of the suit, it was clear that it was Mari's accidentally borrowed suit, finally being returned to its rightful owner. Mari had jumped for joy upon being reunited with it, though temporarily forgot why she was so happy to see it again. After all, her current replacement suit was surprisingly comfortable and exceptionally sweat-absorbent, so Mari was always tempted to just keep wearing it instead.
She relented, though, as Viola handed her the proper suit, and grabbed you instead. Your body went cold with fear as the girl's hands wrapped around you, and you began telepathically begging Mari to grab you back before the oblivious redhead went off and did something terrible to you. You'd come to far for your bad luck to kick in now and screw everything up!
You felt a chill go down your spine, however, as Viola's analytical gaze passed over you, and she frowned. She then looked back up at Mari.
"Mari, your Tinex replacement suit is missing a Full-Length application. I'll take it to get it done." Viola stated matter-of-factly, clutching you tighter as she spun on her heel. You cried out and mutely screamed, begging her to notice you, but you were too stretched out and tired to even twitch.
"Oh, okay." Mari said with a shrug, wondering why those words in that order caused her stomach to do a flip. Chewing her lip in thought, Mari turned to start getting changed into her dearly beloved old suit, and Viola had a hand on the door to leave the room by the time Mari's spacey mind finally reconnected the synapses.
"AH, WAIT!" Mari cried with alarm, whirling around so fast she nearly tripped. Viola gave her a concerned look.
"Yes?" Viola said, a bit impatiently. A girl who ran her entire life by a schedule, Viola often had a short tolerance for the antics of her fellow lifeguards, much as she loved them.
Mari winced, and pointed at you. "That suit is, uh...actually my boyfriend. I almost forgot that he was filling in until you returned."
Viola dragged her appraising gaze down to you, and her lip curled into a frown. "Oh. Is that right? My apologies." She neatly folded your body up and then tossed you back to Mari, who caught you a bit roughly, crumpling you up. "You should take better care to remember him. I could've carried him right out the door given another second."
"Yeah, I know." Mari sighed, sheepishly.
Viola had always had a way of getting under Mari's skin, and not in a bad way. The two were good friends, after all, but Viola Walker could be a handful. The redhead's sharp wit and blunt tongue were as fiery as her hair, and she never hesitated to speak her mind and call someone out, even if it didn't always make her buddy-buddy with people. Viola was a very detail-oriented person who liked setting plans and following them, preferring to perform her job by the book and to the letter.
That didn't mean Viola didn't know how to have fun, of course. Mari just always thought of her as the strict but fair mom of The Oasis lifeguard team. Selena was the cool older sis, Hanna was the smug younger sis, and Mari considered herself to be the sporty middle child. And, like a mom, Viola was a photographer hobbyist, often spending her free time snapping shots or putting together videos. She'd done some promotional social media work for The Oasis in the past.
Mari shifted the subject. "So, hey, did everything work out with that family emergency?"
"Yes, thankfully." Viola nodded, with a small smile showing she appreciated Mari's concern. "My aunt was in a car accident, but she pulled through."
"Wow. Well, thank god for that!"
"I agree. Although," Viola added, a sly glint in her eye. "Any more days in the hospital and I could've missed our upcoming team-building retreat next week. As fun as it sounds, I think you, Selena, and Hanna will be the death of me."
Mari grinned cheekily. "Aw, really? I think it'll be a ton of fun, and us three might finally break down those stoic little barriers of yours! Get you to let loose!"
"Is that so?" Viola arched an eyebrow. "Speaking of 'letting loose', I know Selena's very much looking forward to some quality time with you, Mari."
Mari blushed bright red, and glanced between you and Viola. "V-Viola! We're j-just friends!"
"Of course. No need to get defensive." Viola said, flicking her gaze to you and frowning slightly. The redhead's thoughts were almost always private, and Mari had never gotten a good read on Viola's opinions of affected folk.
The conversation over, Viola turned on her heel and left the locker room. Mari followed quickly, giving you a quick kiss and shoving you into her locker for safekeeping. She then resumed another bright, sunny shift at The Oasis, her mind reeling about the upcoming trip, Viola's words, and your possible reaction to them.
*****
A week later...
1) And you're back to normal, the dye having finally worn off. Mari says goodbye and heads off on her week-long team-building retreat with The Oasis lifeguards, and you return home to get back to your normal routine.
2) And you're back to normal, the dye having finally worn off. Mari says goodbye to head off to her retreat, but you're feeling antsy about her weird response when asked about Selena. You've always had a mixed opinion of Selena, and your uneasiness gets the better of you. You stow away in Mari's bag, joining the four girls on their trip.
3) And the bright red dye still has a complete hold over your body! You're too embarrassed to go out while so cartoonishly red, so you've been hanging around Mari's house, currently accident free. However, there's no way that can last, right?
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