Persephone was next to emerge from the showers, and the platinum-blonde stopped in her tracks at the sight of Riley (who at that point was bending over to fix the strap of her flip-flop, quite unintentionally shoving her firm sculpted rear into Persephone's face). A blush rearing up, Persephone huffed and averted her gaze, and you took that moment to notice that she was wearing the exact same sports-bra bikini top and hotshorts bottoms that your daughter was, only Persephone's was neon green instead of blue.
Riley noticed, though, as soon as she stood up. "Hey, Persephone. Nice swim...suit. Wait? Is that my exact suit in green?"
"I-It was an accident." Persephone insisted. "It l-looked good on you the last time I saw it, so I-I...uh, I mean...shut up, whatever. It's comfortable, okay." Her soft-spoken voice rose to a more panicked tone, and your daughter's was riled up to match.
"It's okay to copy me, Persephone. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." Your daughter grinned, a bit smugly (though the pink in her cheeks at the sight of how much more accentuated Persephone filled-out her suit was not lost on you).
Persephone stuck out her tongue. "Whatever, Riley. You won't be talking so much smack when I own you on every single slide today."
"That right, Miss Sorority? I'd love to see you try." Riley stepped closer, as did Persephone, and the two girls of equal height found themselves eye-to-eye and chest-to-chest.
From over their shoulders, you caught sight of Zoey miming a kissing motion, and you choked down a laugh.
Riley and Persephone then left the locker room, and Juli grabbed Zoey's hand to follow. You watched them start to leave, making the tragic mistake of turning your back to the rest of the locker room. For some reason, Zoey was hesitating, and you weren't sure why. Eventually, she turned to Juli and whispered something in your daughter's ear which caused Juli to grin and run from the room. Zoey then turned back...and her jaw dropped in disbelief.
You frowned, unsure what Zoey was so spooked by...until your entire body was crushed into paste under the falling rear of your gorgeous and oblivious wife.
Mari, who'd been busy watching her children and their friends talk and flirt, hadn't even remotely gazed at the bench before claiming a seat. Her track record with checking her seat was already only 50-50, so in her distracted mind, it didn't even occur to her to do so. Instead, she merely plopped down, her thick booty clapping against the bench, and her damp flesh jiggling from the impact. She shimmied a bit to get comfortable, and then began adjusting her flip-flops, but stopped when Zoey came over.
"Uh, Mrs. Jacobs...damn, your family really does need me around all the time, huh?" Zoey joked, shaking her head ruefully. Mari laughed along, though didn't really get what the younger girl was referring to.
"We love having you around, Zoey." Mary said. "But...um...what do you mean?"
Zoey winced upon seeing the bronzed babe's bodacious booty swell as it crushed against the seat. "Your husband is under you. Meant to warn you in time." Zoey shrugged by way of apology, then headed out of the locker room.
Mari, of course, immediately gasped and blushed in embarrassment. Always disliking hurting her precious little man, she immediately began looking for you...literally under her, down on the floor. She twisted this way and that checking around the wet tiled floor. Lifting each foot to inspect her soles, Mari displaced more of her weight onto the bench, her heavy derriere crushing into the wood and squishing her flesh tightly against it. Mari's confusion grew as she failed to find you, and finally her eyes alighted on young Aiden, lying beside her on the bench just outside the danger zone.
"Oh, Aiden!" Mari exclaimed. "Didn't even see you there! Thank goodness I didn't sit on you!" Your wife laughed heartedly, but mostly to cover up her own embarrassment at nearly squashing her nephew.
Aiden meekly opened his mouth to speak and explain what exactly had happened to you, but found himself cut off by his mother scooping him up into her palm. Having just arrived fresh from the shower, Jenna gently carried Aiden and Piper in her hands, and Piper teasingly buried her son's head in her bosom in a crushing hug, unintentionally further preventing Aiden from explaining the situation.
Jenna cocked her head at Mari. "Were you looking for something on the ground, Mari?"
Your wife sighed and chuckled. "No, no. I guess I just didn't understand something Zoey said to me." Stretching her back, Mari stood up. "Ready to hit the waterpark, ladies and adorable gentleman?"
Jenna grinned. "Totally. I've been so busy with the FTTF and continuing my mom's fashion business that I feel like it's been years since I've had a day to kick my feet up and relax." She paused. "Where's Matt, though?"
Mari pointed to the door. "No doubt with the girls. You know how impatient he can be with these things."
"True." Jenna nodded, the two lifelong friends sharing a laugh. In Jenna's hand, Aiden cried out a bit louder, desperate to clue the women into the location of his uncle, but Piper merely thought he was resisting her hug attack, so she merely crushed his head tighter against her boobs.
The two titanesses than began leaving the locker room, Jenna in front and thus failing to spot your red-shorts smeared blotch on Mari's dark bronzed buttock, jostling and swaying with each step.
Mari had donned an outfit not particularly more conservative than Juli's, opting for a cheeky-cut purple-flame patterned bikini. The top strained against her breasts, but much more noticeably, the bottom did almost nothing to cover the wide expanse of Mari's massive booty. Each cheek was almost completely hanging out, jiggling along as your wife walked, and leaving you to moan about your inability to escape danger as expertly as your nephew had. At least you were visible, and could hope to be spotted.
And, as soon as you began putting mental effort into reforming, you felt yourself curling up, close to peeling off Mari's ass cheek. Maybe you could still salvage this...
1) Mari feels your body, and scratches you free herself, discovering you. Humiliated, she passes you off to your daughters and their friends, so you're spending the day with them.
2) Mari feels your body, and scratches you free herself, discovering you. Humiliated, she passes you off to Jenna, insisting your sister take care of you for the day since she's already messed up once.
3) Mari feels your body, and scratches you free herself, discovering you. Humiliated, she keeps you to herself, promising to give you an incredible and from-here-on accident free day at the waterpark.
4) Mari feels your body, but merely flicks you away without looking. You flutter through the air, and land in the nearest extremely-crowded wave pool.
5) Mari feels your body, but in scratching her itch she only further smears you onto her cheek. She then heads off with Jenna to get in a nice nap and tan, which can only spell disaster given your current state.
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