But then, a second later, Selena strolled into view, and you mentally leapt for joy at the prospect of her being your savior...noting with some irony that, decades ago, Selena's mere presence had been enough to instill you with equal parts anger and fear.
Phoebe winced at the sight of her boss. "Yikes, boss! You look kinda stressed! What's wrong?"
Selena sighed. "Grace and Matthew Jacobs had an incident this morning. A mix-up with the pipes and our scheduled pipe-cleaning. They got separated, and I'm still looking for Matt."
Phoebe put a hand to her chest (in so doing, smushed your face under her forearm). "Oh, gosh! I'm, like, so sorry! At least Grace was found, right?"
"A few minutes ago." Selena nodded. "She popped out in the employee showers, and fell right onto a showering Hope. Got sucked right between Hope's breasts and, uh...well, you know how big those things are. Hope didn't feel her at all, and it took Grace the next two hours to pull herself free while Hope was out at her shift. My little girl's a fighter, that's for sure!" Selena laughed for a moment, then sobered up. "But Matt could be anywhere. You haven't seen him, have you?"
"Nope!" Phoebe pouted. "But I really hope the little cutie shows up! I always hate seeing tinies, like, hurt and stuff!"
"Thanks, Phoebe. Just, uh, keep an eye out." Selena moved to turn, then locked eyes with you. Your heart briefly soared, only to crash instantly. "Say, how are you liking the new towels?"
"Ooh, I love them!" The brunette shortstack gushed, stroking your body with her hand. "Super soft, super absorbent, super awesome! Your daughter is such a genius for ordering these!"
Selena chuckled. "She sure is. Anyway, keep an eye out for Matt, and have a great day, Phoebe."
"Absolutely, boss!" Phoebe saluted, before skipping past Selena and heading outside (while, unbeknownst to her, Selena scouted the laundry room for you, and obviously found noting).
As Phoebe skipped along to her post at one of the waterslides, you couldn't help but be hit with a wave of desperation. You'd truly thought that Selena might've been able to save you there, yet she hadn't noticed you in the slightest. Perhaps just because of Phoebe's accidentally interference in squishing you with her arm and then unintentionally fondling you with her fingers, but perhaps it was just as likely due to the fact that you really were nearly invisible in this state. And you knew, with a sense of foreboding, that it would only get worse the more torment you endured glued to this towel. The longer it persisted, the more fused you'd become, and the harder to both free you and see you it'd be.
But those existentially depressing thoughts were quickly replaced by more immediate thoughts of embarrassing, painful humiliation as Phoebe reached her seat, spread you out onto it, and then dropped her heavy doughy buttocks onto your face, having elected to use her towel as a seat cushion. And silent as you were, there wasn't exactly anything you could do but obey the energetic shortstacks's desires, and serve as her cushion for the next two hours, wallowing in misery under the shockingly heavy short girl's perky booty.
When her shift came to a close, you found yourself dunked in freezing water as Phoebe washed the towel off, then twisting agony rocked your body was Phoebe twisted and wrung the towel dry, scrunching you up horribly. Afterwards, you found yourself passed off to another of the lifeguards, Mallory, the beautiful middle-aged angel taking you from Phoebe. Like before, she too glanced at your body, and you begged her to notice you while blinking as furiously as you could, but for as caring and kind as Mallory could be towards affected and unaffected she was aware of, the woman could be colossally oblivious towards tinies, so honestly it wasn't too shocking she failed to see you. She genuinely might've failed to see you even had you been bright neon green.
And so you and the damned towel you were glued to became Mallory's for the next two hours, the auburn-haired woman giving you an ample tour of her pronounced bosom and the pudgy, soft folds of her belly as she had to dive in to rescue swimmers no less than five times, and vigorously dried herself off with you after each rescue. As she mashed your face into her body over and over, you couldn't help but silently moan as you heard Mallory chatting with Grace about where you might've run off to, your little affected kin being so close to discovering you yet ultimately unknowingly leaving you to be consumed by Mallory's plump, doughy curves.
After another trip to the bathroom to be washed off and wrung dry, you found yourself in the dark-skinned hands of Yesenia, the curvy-muscular girl the spitting image of Selena when she'd been her age. Yesenia, brushing aside some bangs of her white-streaked hair, had eagerly taken to enjoying using the towel you were stuck to, and during your two hours in her possession you found yourself being grated like cheese against her tight, washboard abs, your entire body painfully smeared up and down her stomach. You also got thoroughly acquainted with her sweaty armpits after a lengthy shift out in the sun, as well as were humiliatingly flossed between her toes to catch every last bit of dirt and grime, most of which got smushed right into your eyes and lips.
Finally, the day drew near to a close, so Yesenia carried you with her back to the employee locker room. Thankfully, your towel had indeed managed to stay out of Hope's grip, as about the last thing you would've wanted is more up-close time with that girl and her dangerous crush on you, especially because knowing your luck she actually would've noticed you right after doing something embarrassingly intimate with the towel. Of course, was getting noticed but embarrassed and teased by Hope preferable to continuing to endure hell on this towel? Honestly, you were beginning to think maybe you did want Hope to get the towel after all.
At least you'd managed to avoid...
"Yo, Kenzie, heading out!" Yesenia called out as she entered the locker room and spotted its only current occupant, the full-figured dark-skinned girl completely nude and in the middle of grabbing new clothes to change into.
Of course. Because of all my luck, Kenzie still had to cross my path today. You internally moaned.
Kenzie turned towards Yesenia. "Yeah, my shift's over. Hey, are you using that towel?"
Yesenia paused. "No, but uh, I was gonna wash it with the other laundry. It's a little dirty."
Kenzie shrugged. "I really just need something to clean my ass with. The other dinky little washcloths just kinda get eaten up." Kenzie mused, rubbing a hand along the supple, gargantuan curve of her world-class glutes.
"Oh, then, uh, sure." Yesenia replied, and you barely had enough time to scream in silent agony before your towel was tossed through the air and landed in Kenzie's grip, the girl's thumb digging into your eyes. "Just bring it over to me when you're done, so I can add it to the wash."
"Sure." Kenzie replied, before turning away from Yesenia and bringing her eyes right down onto you.
Literally right down onto you. She was looking directly at you!
You frantically blinked up at her...and Kenzie's eyes widened.
"What...the...shit?" She said in a soft whisper, clearly confused at your presence on the towel. Behind her, Yesenia was already slipping into the laundry room, too far away to hear Kenzie and notice the girl's unexpected discovery.
You rapidly continued blinking at Kenzie, trying to channel your non-existent knowledge of Morose Code into something akin to 'for the love of god, please help me'.
To your mounting worry, Kenzie made no such move to free you. She merely frowned, and sighed.
"Right, of course. Of course there would be a tiny stuck to this towel." She sighed again. "And of course they'd want my help. Because you little tinies love nothing more than just making me do unfair work."
Kenzie's words stunned you, and the girl actually seemed to grasp that your halting of blinking was in response to her.
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