"Yeah, I'm talking to you. You got yourself into this mess, didn't you? And now, when I just wanna dry off and head home, you're throwing your problems at my feet. Problems that have got nothing to do with me. Like always."
You instantly resumed blinking, and Kenzie groaned. However, she did move a hand towards you, her fingers hovering above you.
"This is just because I had a good day, dude. Nothing more than that. You're lucky I'm so generous."
And then, Kenzie slammed her fingers into your face. Once, twice, three times, Kenzie proceeded to pinch and prod at your body, in a stunning and painful display of the most lazy rescue attempt ever conceived by humankind. Each time, her fingers slipped right off your smushed body, gliding along you and doing little more than just further smearing you with the pressure and weight of her careless, poorly planned rescue attempts. She jabbed you over and over again, only moderately managing to pinch you at times before ultimately failing to establish a strong enough grip to rip you free.
After thirty seconds of attempts, Kenzie let out an even louder groan. "Nope, okay. You don't wanna help me, then I'm done. This is too much work." Unceremoniously, Kenzie moved the towel back around herself, replacing your view of her annoyed face with the fear-inducing sight of her planet-eating booty. From over her shoulder, she shot you a withering look. "Tough luck, tiny dude. I just can't be bothered anymore. I'm off shift, remember?"
And with that, Kenzie promptly dumped you from her thoughts, right as she shoved the towel and you into the darkest depths of her dumptruck.
Your shock at Kenzie's apathetic laziness was replaced instantly by the fear, pain, and horror of being crammed inside of her ass, and you somewhat ironically thanked your lucky starts that you were stuck to the towel so tightly, as peeling free and getting lost in her astronomical abyssal ass was about the last fate you'd ever want to endure. Kenzie's booty was the stuff of tiny nightmares, and you'd had about a thousand more experiences with it in the past than you'd ever have wanted in your life. Still, it wasn't as if experiencing every inch of Kenzie's ass from the perspective of a blob on a towel was necessarily any more enjoyable.
Kenzie didn't hold back in scrubbing every possible bit of her ass, drying it completely. Your face was ground against both of her dark, doughy buttocks, and was forced to aggressively mop up every last bit of booty sweaty that had swampily congealed all along the inside of the girl's asscrack. Your face was then disgusting pressed right up into an intimate full-on hug with the oily wrinklyness of the girl's asshole, and you internally groaned in traumatizing distaste as Kenzie took an extra long time to scrub you up and down against her asshole, thoroughly prolonging your misery in a way that, if it had been anyone other than Kenzie, you would've felt like a personal attack. Sadly, knowing her, she really had just instantly shut you out of her brain and wasn't thinking about you at all...which really showcased just how lowly she placed tinies on the 'things to care about' totem pole. Or, for a girl as lazy as her, really everything ranked low on that pole.
Finally, finally, Kenzie ended your agonizing experience, and you hung limply with the rest of the towel as Kenzie nonchalantly strolled over to the laundry room and passed you and the towel off to Yesenia, who was just about to start the wash cycle.
The muscular lifeguard took you, but paused before dropping you into the washing machine. "Say, did I hear someone else out there?"
Kenzie frowned. "Someone else?"
"I mean, it's our staff locker room, so I meant another lifeguard. Were you having a conversation with another lifeguard?"
Kenzie shook her head. "Wouldn't have called it a 'conversation' exactly. And definitely not with another lifeguard."
"Huh. Ooookay." Yesenia shrugged, and then dumped your towel into the washing machine. "No shame in talking to yourself, Kenz! I do it all the time when I'm alone."
Kenzie lightly chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I basically was just talking to myself." She huffed, and then strolled out of the laundry room. After sprinkling in a heaping helping of detergent, Yesenia slammed the lid and followed suit.
And inside the washing machine, all you could do was float around in nauseating spinning misery, cursing the stupid pipe-cleaning mix-up for kicking off this whole mess, cursing Kenzie for being so lazy, cursing Kenzie again for being so infuriatingly unhelpful and annoyingly literal, and cursing fate itself for ruining what could've just been a happy day hanging out with old friends at the waterpark!
*****
The next morning, you awoke when you felt the towels above you being lifted off, one by one.
The previous night, Yesenia had tossed you into the dryer after the wash cycle, and then it had actually been Viola who'd claimed you from the dryer. However, like everyone else, she'd failed to spot you, and had simply folded up the towel you were tightly glued onto and placed it in a stack for lifeguards to claim in the morning, burying you under several more towels. The last thing you heard was her talking with Selena and Grace, before the three women had headed home for the day to enjoy a nice family dinner and relaxing evening, just like you should've been allowed to do with your own family!
At least the soft towels had made it easy to fall asleep, but you'd still had nightmares all night long about envisioning this towel entrapment as your permanent future, wasting away years beneath the wet bodies of The Oasis lifeguards all while your family and friends moved on without you.
But as the final towel was claimed, and light shone upon you, you blinked furiously both to clear your vision and also get the attention of whoever may have been up next to grab a towel.
Only to die a little inside at the sight of Kenzie's gigantic face.
Kenzie, too, was frowning at you. "Are you kidding? Of course I'd get the towel with a tiny on it." She rolled her eyes. "And, clearly, you haven't bothered to try and get free. Remind me again why it has to be my job to help tinies, instead of you guys just handling your own shit?"
You blinked ravenously at her, but she seemed completely unmoved.
"I don't want to help you, dude. I tried, last night, and it didn't work. The very last thing I want to do, first thing in the morning, is waste more energy on you." She suddenly grew quiet. "Unless...just getting it out of the way is more efficient. Because, if fate's gonna keep having me meet you like this, that'll get old as shit, fast. So maybe I should just...ugh. Damn it!" Kenzie moaned. "This is why I get so sick of you people who can't get shit done, and just force me to do more work! Why is it so hard for people to just stay in their own lanes. It always works for me!"
Because I'm not a giant, lazy, jerk like you! You mentally shot back.
As if she heard your psychic insult, Kenzie glared at you. She then furrowed her brow and spent a long, uncomfortable moment thinking things over, clearly deciding your fate. And as much as you hated the idea of your entire fate residing solely on the mercy of Kenzie's the queen of apathetic laziness, you still prayed she'd actually make a good decision for once.
Finally, she spoke:
1) "Ugh, fine! Let's try something else to free you." Kenzie tries again to rescue you, but actually puts in some effort this time. Does it pay off?
2) "Nope, you know what? This is too much effort for no benefit." Kenzie completely abandons any rescue attempt, and scoops up your towel to prepare to put it to use for another full day, pushing you wholly out of her thoughts.
3) "I just...honestly don't wanna deal with you, dude." Kenzie just straight-up ignores you, grabbing the towel beneath you instead, and leaving to whatever lifeguard comes next. Here's hoping they manage to notice you!
4) "Actually, maybe the bosses can just deal with you." Kenzie grabs your towel, carries you to Viola and Selena's office, and drops you off. Viola and Selena aren't there, though, and Kenzie can't be assed to leave a note. Hopefully your old friends realize what's up when they return and see you and the towel you're glued to sitting there on the desk!
5) *Writer's Choice*
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