Back to Being a Beach Bikini Bra by Ijod

Lucas was in a pleasant state of relaxation. Not quite awake, but not yet asleep. Part of him knew he shouldn’t be relaxing here, not outside in the garden where the summer heat was such a big threat to a tiny like him. But it was that same warmth that was so pleasant, that made him just want to lie back in his chair and keep his eyes closed.

Even the sound and vibrations of approaching footsteps couldn’t wake him. That was another threat to tinies; any normal feeling homicidal enough could crush them at any moment if they were out in the open. Lucas’s house was isolated enough that no one typically came by uninvited, and he was in the safer underground section most of the time anyway, but this time happened to be an exception.

He was only vaguely aware of the large footsteps coming closer and closer; in just a few steps they had reached his house. Not until he was cast in shadow did he finally open his eyes, but by then it was too late to run inside. Silently, he berated himself for his carelessness.

His back was to the house. He didn’t dare turn around and face the intruder. That was, until he heard it speak.

“Lucas?” it said. Its voice was all-encompassing, yet soft. He recognized it!

He turned around and saw the towering figure of his friend Julia. She was kneeling, apparently trying to get a look inside his house. It ensured her long, wavy brown hair spilled all over the front porch. Despite wearing a rather immodest blue bikini, she was also noticeably sweaty from the heat.

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief, and got out of his chair to greet her.

“Hey, Julia!” he shouted at her.

She sat up straight, her eyes darted around for a moment, then she smiled upon spotting him.

“There you are, Lucas! What are you up to?”

Sunglasses covered part of her face. She would have been almost distractingly pretty without them.

“Not much. I was just… sleeping, I guess. You?”

“Oh. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t be sleeping anyway! Did you need anything?”

“Well,” she said, “I was wondering if you wanted to come along to the beach.”

“The beach?” he asked. For most tinies, that word instantly conjured images of trouble. Being trapped in sand, swept far away from land by waves, attacks from all kinds of birds and fish—

“Yeah,” Julia said, “the beach! I mean, I was planning on going anyway, but I figured that I could stop by and ask if you wanted to join me.”

She set her bag down.

“Oh. That was nice of you.”

Lucas was torn between gratitude to Julia for thinking of him and a feeling that she had slightly more selfish intentions.

“But isn’t going to the beach a bit too… dangerous for me?” he added.

“Not if you're always attached to me!” Julia said.

There it was. She wanted to wear him. Like clothing. At least she didn’t beat around the bush.

“Not happening,” he said firmly.

That was the downside of being a stretchy tiny. People would want to stretch him. Contort him into various shapes and watch him slowly reform. And as it happened, one of the most common uses of that ability was to be formed into clothing. He usually avoided mentioning that he was stretchy, but inevitably the subject would come up and people would get curious. That was how it happened with Julia. Once she found out he was stretchy, she begged him to let her wear him, just once. Of course, it didn’t take long for her to ask him again. And again.

“Aww, why not?” his titanic friend asked.

Sometimes he would say no.

“You know why. We’ve been over this.”

“Every time we’re over it,” she said, “it seems you come to agree with me eventually.”

She was right about that. They had had this discussion several times in the past, but most of the time it ended with her getting her way. He was almost losing count of how many times he’d been worn by her. Still, she had to see that it was hard to argue with someone who dwarfed you several times over.

“And also, I never understood your hang-ups about it,” she added.

“It’s…” Lucas struggled to find the right word. “Embarrassing,” he settled on.

“Hm? Embarrassing? What’s embarrassing about it?”

She brought her hand down in front of him, apparently just to idly tap her fingers. Just one of them rivalled him in size.

He felt a bit weary. If only she could just empathize with him and admit it was embarrassing for him, then he would probably be more eager to let himself be used. He looked into her eyes to find something other than curiosity, but she seemed incapable of thinking wearing your friend as clothing was something out of the ordinary.

“Like, you don’t have to make it weirder than it is. If you have the ability to be stretched, why not use it?”

“Would you still think that if I was big, but also stretchy?”

Julia considered that for a second.

“That’s not possible,” she said.

“But if it was?”

“If it was, then what would be the issue? You overthink this.”

“Maybe.”

Damn it, she didn’t get it. And in fairness, neither did he. Part of Lucas’ struggle was also that, to some extent, he did enjoy it. He liked being useful. And that was also something that scared him. If he enjoyed being treated like an object, then it would certainly be easier for him to slip into being treated like that all the time. But if he told Julia that, she’d either feel bad or think it was silly. So he simply sat there in silence while thinking of something to say.

Julia, used to dealing with awkward silence, went on.

“Let’s put it this way,” she said, “how many times have you been to the beach this summer?”

“Uh, none.”

“Well, this is an opportunity to fix that. This is one of the best—it’s one of the only ways for tinies to enjoy the beach. Get some sun, some fresh air, cool down in the water.”

True, Lucas thought.

“Non-stretchy tinies can’t do that, even if they want to.”

Also true.

“I mean, what else are you gonna do all summer?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll just do something that doesn’t involve being your swimsuit.”

“Well, it's not like you're gonna be the entire swimsuit. Just the bra.”

“Oh, then it’s totally fine,” he said sarcastically, crossing his arms.

“Unless you want to be worn… the other way.” She suggestively moved her hand across her hip.

“No!” Lucas was quick to say. “Bra is fine.”

He had been her bikini bottoms once before, and while it hadn’t been too uncomfortable, the humiliation was enough for him to never want to do it again.

"Great! So you want to come?"

“I didn’t say that…”

“You said bra was fine.”

“I need more details. Were you planning on bringing anyone else?”

“Besides you? Well, I did ask Olivia to come.”

Lucas tried to not let his discomfort show.

“But she's okay, right?” Julia added.

Yeah, Olivia was… okay. He didn’t know her all too well, despite both of them being friends of Julia’s. There wasn’t anything wrong with her though, as far as he knew. She was nice, quite pretty, and very friendly towards Julia, although she seemed to be reserved when he was around. He suspected she was nervous around tinies. Some people were like that; maybe they were afraid of accidentally hurting them. Regardless, another person being involved meant more embarrassment for him.

“Have you told her you were going to ask me?” Lucas asked.

“No, she doesn’t know yet. Hey, if you don't want me to tell her I’m wearing you, I won’t.”

He didn’t know what would be more awkward. Julia hiding that he was there, or them acknowledging it while he would not be able to do anything. Damn it! If only he could go to the beach like a normal…

“I’m sure it’d be fine either way,” Julia suggested. “Now, should we get going?”

But she could tell Lucas still was not convinced. She took off her sunglasses, revealing her deep, hazel eyes, which immediately caught his attention.

“You’ll be doing me a great service, too. Do you know how hard it is to find a bra that fits these days?”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, my breasts—” she let out an awkward chuckle “—they aren't even that big, are they?”

Lucas didn’t know about that. Any normal-sized breasts looked big to him. And these weren’t just any breasts. They were rather sizeable.

“But just because the right one’s slightly bigger means every bra I own is uncomfortable. And they’ll only last, like, a month.”

“I can see how that’s difficult,” Lucas said quietly.

“Yes! But you’re not like that… you’re perfect in any shape you hold.”

He found himself blushing.

“All right,” he said. “I'll come to the beach. You can wear me.”

And the smile Julia gave him already made it worth it.

“Thank you!” she said. “You really are a lifesaver.”

She turned to her bag, from which she pulled out a bottle that was almost twice as tall as Lucas.

Tinted sunscreen, he read. Blue. Same colour as the bikini Julia was currently wearing. Of course, he usually didn’t need to be recoloured when acting as a bra, as he’d be covered by a shirt. But now that he would be exposed for everyone to see, it would look odd if he was skin-coloured.

“Okay, take off your clothes,” Julia said.

“Wh—what?” Lucas blurted out. “Now?”

“What’s the matter? You always have to be naked for this. Unless you want me to flatten your clothes?”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll—I’ll leave them in the house.”

It had been so long, he had forgot he was supposed to take his clothes off. That was also part of what made it so awkward, he thought as he went inside. Still, being nude and pressed right up against Julia’s boobs had a certain appeal. He folded his clothes and neatly put them away. Many people would have been jealous of him.

When he returned outside, Julia was looking at her phone.

“Here I am!” he called up to her.

She looked down at him, and her eyes immediately lit up upon seeing him undressed. Lucas found himself getting hard, but Julia didn’t seem to care. In general, normals had a cavalier attitude to nudity when it came to tinies. Of course, she wouldn’t actually find a tiny attractive, he thought to himself.

“Okay, we need more room to work with. Get over here.”

Lucas was about to walk through the gate, but instead Julia’s hand came down and lifted him away from his house, and placed him on the grass outside.

“There we go. Now for the sunscreen. Close your eyes and mouth.”

She put a little bit of blue sunscreen on her index finger and then began applying it to Lucas’ body. If he was already aroused standing naked before Julia, getting what felt like an intense massage from her didn’t help matters. No area of his body was left unrubbed by her massive fingers. He was close to coming when she rubbed the sunscreen into his penis, but thankfully she quickly moved on to other parts of his body. When she was finished, he was almost entirely covered in blue. She looked him over, pleased with her work.

“There. Now then, you’re not gonna be able to talk once you’re squished, so is there anything you’d like to say now?”

“Uhm… no?”

“And you’re still sure you want to go through with this?”

Lucas gestured at his blue body. “Too late to back out now.”

Julia looked concerned, so Lucas tried to give her a reassuring smile. He was still having a few second thoughts, but not enough for him to disappoint Julia.

Julia had practice with this. She knew it was less painful to him if she squished him with fat instead of bone or muscles. She turned around, and for a few seconds Lucas had a great view of her big behind, before she brought it crashing down, instantly flattening him.

For Lucas, the experience wasn’t as much painful as it was disorienting. Every part of his body immediately felt numb. But he didn’t have any time to get his bearings before Julia got up, peeled him off her buttock, flipped him to his side and then flattened him again. He was now compressed into a lump and could hardly feel any part of his body. Julia peeled him off for a second time and got to work.

She started by kneading him, running her palms over him to make him cover a wider surface area. After a few seconds she had made him longer than her body was wide, and hopefully wide enough to cover both of her breasts. She then squeezed the middle part of him thin to form one cup on each side. She made the right one slightly bigger. From the mess that was Lucas’ body, she somehow managed to find his arms and legs. She yanked them out to form the straps of the bikini; tying their ends together to make loops.

The sensation of being reshaped felt uncomfortable to Lucas, but the longer he spent in a different state the more his body would get used to it, and wouldn’t attempt to reform. His body had felt numb while he was being squished, but his senses returned to him, and even the inability to move somehow started to feel natural.

When he was finally reshaped, Julia put him down on the ground, leaving his eyes facing up. Then, she pulled off her own bra, revealing her breasts in all their glory. Lucas was glad his altered state hid his arousal. Julia lifted him up to compare him with the normal bra for a second. He was a slightly different shade of blue, which conveniently was a closer match to Julia’s bikini bottoms, but other than that, he was uncannily similar. The average observer wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. For a moment he was struck with the fearful reminder of those stretchy tinies that had been confused with regular clothing, and then been stuck in their altered states. Beyond that, he couldn’t get an outlet for his fear other than helplessly looking at Julia’s bare chest, the ground quite far below, and his near-double dangling next to him. Mixed with his growing arousal, he was starting to get emotionally overwhelmed.

Julia could tell the difference though. Lucas’ skin was smoother than the cheap-feeling polyester texture of the real bra, and when she gave him a tug she could tell he was more durable.

“You’re looking good!” she said, before moving him towards her breasts. The moment of truth was at hand. Each of her breasts filled the two crevices formed by his body, stretching him out while she let the straps slip past her shoulders.

Lucas was simultaneously feeling both pushed and pulled, with Julia’s nipples digging into his back while his arms and legs were being stretched tight—Julia clearly wanted him to be a snug fit. It almost felt like he was being hugged really hard.

She let him go, and noted with satisfaction that he held her breasts up properly. She jumped just to see how it felt. Her breasts jiggled, but the bra held them firm to the point were it wasn’t too distracting. She ran a hand over Lucas to feel the texture of his skin again. Soft and smooth. To anyone else it would’ve looked like she was caressing her own breasts.

“Mm, you’re great,” she mumbled, glad at once again having a bra that fitted properly.

Had he been capable of it, Lucas would have shuddered when he felt her hands over him. His sense of touch almost seemed amplified in this state. It was weird, but at the same time, it felt nice. He liked that Julia appreciated him, too. He had always found her very attractive, and enjoyed the opportunity to be this intimate with her. She was literally all over him, in him, on him and around him. He could feel her heartbeat too. He wasn’t sure if it was possible to experience someone’s breasts in greater detail.

After a few more moments of admiring her bra, Julia headed for the beach.

“Alright, let’s go!”

Julia picked up her bag and started walking. Lucas was now treated to the experience of being squished and stretched at the same time. With every colossal step she took her breasts would jiggle, putting even more pressure on him. When that felt more manageable after a few minutes, he could take in the surroundings. Julia was quite tall, so while he wasn’t at her eye level he was still suspended so high above the ground he could almost see things from a normal’s point of view. The grass was so far below him that it just looked like a wave of green, with no texture to be made out. Towering monuments like fenceposts or trees were sped past in seconds. To think that this height was, well, normal for most of the world’s population! At least he didn’t get dizzy easily, or this would have been really rough.

The sun was shining brightly, which might have normally been an issue, but fortunately the tinted sunscreen kept him safe. He was also stretched so thin that he wasn’t retaining a lot of body heat, and Julia’s sweat helped cool him.

***

Lucas hadn’t remembered that, by normal-sized standards, he actually lived quite close to the beach. For Julia, it was only a ten minute walk.

She was talking to him the way there, going on about how good it was for him to get outside and get some sun because Vitamin D deficiency was no joke and a lot of tinies suffered from it, and how lovely the beach was and how great it was going to be and so on and so forth.

He zoned out for the time being and didn’t listen too closely, but her voice helped soothe his nerves and he appreciated that she cared enough to talk to him even while he couldn’t respond.

He snapped back into focus once they had arrived. Actually being at the beach, taking in the smell of the salty water and seeing it stretch on forever in the distance, invoked a certain fear in him, as it did to most tinies who weren’t used to it. He was feeling more confident in his decision to be worn by Julia; the beach was dangerous and being attached to his friend was the safest way for him to experience it.

There were only a few other people at the beach, and no other tinies from what Lucas could see (unless they were also being worn). One of them was sunbathing; upon turning around Lucas could recognize Olivia. Upon spotting her friend, she immediately lit up and rose to greet her, while Julia sped up her pace.

“There you are!” Olivia said excitedly.

The two friends hugged each other, causing Lucas to be awkwardly squished right between two pairs of breasts. It turned him on even more, though it wasn’t as if he could do much about it. Once they let go, Lucas got a better look at Olivia. Which in itself was rare; as a tiny he usually only saw a small part of someone’s body, or all of it from an unflattering angle. She was shorter than Julia, but to his annoyance almost pretty, especially with her bikini revealing much of her normally-hidden curves.

“I was starting to wonder if you weren’t going to come,” Olivia said after they let go.

“Oh yeah. I had to ask Lucas if he wanted to join us,” Julia said.

Great. So she mentioned him. Lucas wanted them to talk about anything other than this. But he couldn't cover his ears and he couldn't leave. He had to listen to every word they said.

"Oh. But he didn't want to?"

“No, he did.” Julia grinned. “I’m wearing him right now.”

Olivia stopped in her tracks.

“You’re… wearing him?”

“Yeah.”

Lucas wanted to be anywhere else other than right here at this moment, being worn by Julia. The embarrassment, the humiliation… why did he ever agree to this?

“He’s my bra,” Julia explained, and tapped him for emphasis.

“But he just looks like a from a normal bra.” Olivia looked like she wasn’t sure if this was joke.

Julia shrugged. “That’s intentional. Neither of us want to attract any more attention than usual.”

“Oh. Okay,” Olivia said, resuming the walk. “I suppose it’s safer for him that way?”

“Yup! And more comfortable for me.” If Julia had noticed Olivia feeling awkward about this, she wasn’t showing it.

For Lucas it was even worse. He hated being spoken of like he wasn’t there, even if he couldn’t reply. Luckily they stopped talking once they reached the shore.

As soon as Julia stepped into the water a shiver spread across her body. Her nipples perked, poking into Lucas. But she soon got used to the temperature, and so did Lucas.

And after that, he was fortunately ignored by both women.

As Olivia got deeper and deeper into the water, Lucas’ fear increased, but when she was finally submerged up to her breasts and he found he didn’t drown, he calmed himself. Tinies could go without air for an extended period of time when they were in an altered state, he knew that, but it was still scary.

***

A little while later Julia and Olivia were swimming and generally having a good time, while Lucas was entirely underwater.

Olivia took this opportunity to paddle closer to Julia and discreetly ask her a question.

“Can he hear us?”

“What?” Julia said.

“Lucas. Can he hear what we’re saying?”

“Oh! No, he’s submerged.”

Olivia looked at her quizzically.

“Sound waves can’t travel through water.”

“So he can’t hear us?”

“No, of course not. You didn’t know this?”

Olivia blushed. “I’m sorry I don’t know everything, okay!”

Julia giggled. “Yeah okay. So why were you asking?”

“I was just thinking… isn’t it a little weird to be wearing him?”

“You too! What is with everyone today?”

“What?”

“Lucas was also acting like it was weird for me to wear him. Like tinies don’t get worn all the time.”

“That doesn't mean it’s not weird, does it? And—he didn’t want you to wear him?”

“No, of course he did, he’s just embarrassed about admitting it.”

“If it’s not weird, why would he be embarrassed about it?”

“I don’t know why. Ask him?” Julia suggested.

Olivia cringed. “I don’t feel like doing that…”

Julia swam a little closer to Olivia, pondering what she was saying.

“I don’t know what to tell you. Why do you think it’s weird?”

“I don’t know. I guess you don’t really… do anything else like it. Use someone. In that way, I mean.”

“Use someone? I’m not using him! And besides, it’s not like we’re strangers or anything, we’re friends. This is normal.”

“Friends?”

Julia blushed. “Yes.”

“Come on. What sort of ‘friend’ do you keep pressed naked against your body?”

Julia chuckled, and moved to stroke her bra. “This one, apparently.”

“You know what I think the problem is, Olivia?” she said a little later. “You haven’t interacted with tinies enough.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow.

“Because I can see why you’d think this is all strange if you’re not used to it,” Julia went on. “You’ve never worn a tiny, have you?”

“No…”

“Or ‘used’ one in some other way?”

“Come on now—”

“But if you experienced the benefits for yourself… I’m just saying, this is the comfiest bra I’ve had. It’s like you never want to take them off.”

“Normal bras suit me just fine. Also, that sounds kind of scary.”

“Maybe not a bra then. How about something else?” She eyed her friend to think of potential uses.

“Okay, how about this,” she said, “have you ever had trouble with your knickers not fitting right?”

“Julia!”

“It’s a common problem, don’t worry. And it’s something a stretchy tiny could help with. Doesn’t even have to be Lucas.”

“Being my underwear?” Olivia asked quietly.

“Yes! I’ve done it before. Or they could be a sock, or a hair tie, or a bandage—lot of options.”

“Hmm.”

“‘Hmm?’ Am I winning you over? If you wanted to, I’m sure I could convince him to let you try him! Or maybe some other tiny…”

***

Under the surface, Lucas was feeling kind of nervous. He had been under there for some time now, and as safely attached to Julia as he was, the ever expansive sea around them was not a reassuring sight. Not that he could see much of it; it was quite dark in the water and he didn’t want it in his eyes. He didn't miss the irony in that he was deprived of both sun and fresh air, two of the reasons he had come here in the first place. As before though, there was nothing he could do but wait. Wait until they moved to shallower waters.

They had actually spent so much time just floating in the deep, that he was starting to wonder if they were doing it on purpose to keep him away from them. Were they talking about him? Better to not think about it…

He instead willed himself to calm down, focusing on Julia’s rhythmic heartbeat, and the regular motions of the water around him. The way her breasts floated slightly, and him with them. Soon enough he wasn’t worrying as much, although the water was too cold for him to fully relax.

Either way, the two women were on the movie again a few minutes later.

***

One awkward conversation wasn’t going to impact the rest of the day. Time flew by quickly for those who weren’t working as bras, and even Lucas wasn’t too bored. Soon enough it was time for them to head home.

“Welp, see you on Tuesday then?”

“Yep! Bye, Julia!” And after a moment’s hesitation: “Bye, Lucas!”

Lucas once again felt humiliation surge through his body.

As soon as they got back to his house, Julia wasted no time in untying him and taking him off. After the time spent as her bra, he felt empty without her breasts pressing into him. He had conformed so well to them that even her nipples left indents, and it would take a while for him to reform.

Julia placed him on a nearby rock and then pulled a spray bottle out of her bag. To hurry the process along, she sprayed him with an oil that would dissolve the blue sunscreen. Most of it quickly washed away, leaving what looked like a tan bikini bra behind. She reached for the straps to separate Lucas’ arms from his legs. It took some finicky scraping but she finally peeled them loose. She also took the moment to put her regular bra back on, and winced at how ill-fitting it was.

As he lied on the ground, Lucas’ sense of touch gradually returned to his limbs and he could move them again. He would have been fine if she just left him to reform on his own, but since she was still here he assumed she needed him for something.

“So, now that it’s over,” she said, “it wasn’t so bad was it?”

When his head finally popped back into place he took a deep breath and could respond.

“Guess not! It was… pretty good.”

“Are you sure? It’s fine if you didn’t like it.”

“Glad to hear it! You were really comfortable!”

Lucas felt warm inside.

“Thanks.”

“I should be thanking you! Would you be up for another visit to the beach in the future?”

He smiled bashfully. “Yes.”

“Even if you have to be worn?”

“Yes.”

“Even if you have to be worn by someone other than me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I’m just curious. Do you actually like being worn, or do you just like being worn by me?”

“I—I…”

There was no easy way to respond to that. He liked being worn by Julia partially because he found her attractive, and partially because he knew her well enough to trust her. But he couldn’t tell her that without coming across as a pervert, he feared.

Without waiting for an answer, Julia’s hand approached him again. She extended her index finger and tenderly petted his head, which put an end to his stuttering and got him to relax once again.

“I’m glad you like me, Lucas,” she said sweetly. “I have to head home now, but we might see each other again soon. Is that okay?”

He nodded. He couldn’t get a word out.

Julia stood up to her full height and gave him a wave, before turning around to leave. He watched her impressive strides until she was gone from his view