Failed Summer Jobs (Patreon)

A little heavy on the world building but the ends worht it ;)

The summer job. To most it fits somewhere between a beautiful financial  arrangement with the opportunity to meet deliriously attractive people  in swimsuits and the time they witnessed Gandolfini get stuck in the  waterslide and cause a human-filled, fear-scented clog in the works.  Whether you believe that to be hilarious, awesome, or the most regretful  sight in the history of park attendance, the point remains that the  summer job fills a rather large gap of opportunities for anyone willing  to take the plunge.
    Cue the summer of 201X, a summer that remains  largely forgotten by Isabelle. It would've remained even more forgotten  if two things hadn't happened. First: she earned herself a job at a  local waterpark. 'Local' here fortunately didn't translate into  hillbilly water extravaganza of dubious safety regulations, which was  the first perk towards applying for a job.

The park was a simple  affair. The owners, in their brilliant application of simplicity, named  their fair attraction 'Water Rapids Park,' which was spelled out in  cartoon-y blue and green letters over the entrance arch. A sign on the  right support, with immodest red letters in Comic Sans of all choices,  eagerly informed the reader that the the park's name wasn't actually  chosen at random. It occupied land that laid adjacent to the  cleverly-named Water Rapids River, which they felt it only proper to owe  homage.
    This is the sign that Isabelle squinted at tersely  before entering the modest park ahead of her. Its comical lettering and  insistence the name is an homage to a local natural landmark caused  laughter to bubble up from deep within Isabelle as she walked  confidently through the entrance. At least that was part of the reason  she felt so amused; the decision to stick with a t-shirt and shorts  certainly helped.

"Sure, now everyone thinks you're so creatively  bankrupt that you need a reference to use 'Water Rapids' anywhere in  your name," said Isabelle as she walked through the opening gate. Her  chuckle was merry as could be, giving her more than enough motivation to  put a little jump in her step. "Hopefully this place is as fun as they  promised!"

From a bird's eye view, the park looked little more  than a standard family-friendly water park. Statues of cartoon fish  sporadically dotted the landscape, in between attractions and food  stands galore. A lazy river ride wrapped around most of the perimeter of  the park like a giant, lethargic border of inner tubes and sleeping  people. It certainly kept everything from physically leaving the park in  unsuitable exits, but it didn't come close to masking the thick cloud  of conversations and laughter roaming across the park.
    Beyond  those features, everything seemed rather safe and familiar. On one side  of the park, a wave pool gently pushed around those with a love of ocean  simulations. Nearby, kids wallowed in kiddy pools and danced around in  fountains spritzing water at predictable rates. For those with active  imaginations, it looked like nascent giants stomping across flat  water-spitting volcanos.

Isabelle decided to brave the other side  of the park as she walked away from the entrance. A modest food court  set the backdrop for a sauna littered with parents soaking in the hot  waters. Kids didn't brave it and instead enjoyed summer's culinary  favorites. Judging by the catering provided, meat was a popular choice  and crafted into the recognizable shapes of 'hot dog' and 'burger  patty.' As were sodas, served in memorial cups shaped like whales,  sharks, and an unusually obese seahorse.
    "Nice to know this place  is getting some sort of business," said Isabelle as she stroded towards  her destination with a slight bounce in her step. The occasional adult  watched her walk past - gender didn't really matter much. Both male and  female eyes gazed upon her, before getting slapped across the head by an  accomplice to remind them to keep themselves busy elsewhere. "Also a  plus that so far no one's dared to splash near me. So far as that  remains the case . . . ohgodthesun."

Isabelle inadvertently  stared directly into the afternoon sun as her eyes were naturally drawn  towards a particular attraction closing in. She winced, averting her  gaze just enough to allow a hand to provide shelter from the light with a  welcomed shadow. As she returned to looking upon the attraction before  her, her mouth widened as her eyes followed it upward towards the sky.
     She whistled as her eyes stopped a little short of the attraction's  summit. It was a gigantic waterslide, known (thanks to a helpful sign  nearby) as the Niagra Plunge. No barrels set riders from the top to the  huge pool underneath, instead using the familiar snaking slide design  that careened daring bodies down into the watery depths below. The slide  itself was a blue-green travesty of plastic held together by expert use  of bolts and safety, which at least painted a picture of someone  knowing what they were doing.

Isabelle grimaced as she noticed  the cheering masses flying down the slide.  It wasn't the speed that  caught her eyes so much as the copious amounts of water overflowing off  the sides of the slide. It should've felt normal, but it felt . . .
     "Excessive?" mumbled Isabelle as she carefully walked forward. "I am  suddenly realizing why I should've hesitated before giving this guy a  call back. Dave really knows how to smooth-talk me into an obviously  terrible idea."

At the base of the slide's numerous steps to its  apex, a brown-haired, scrawny lifeguard waved and smiled as the steady  line of riders walked slowly forward and up towards the top of the  slide. He engaged in typical pleasantries until he heard the sound of  Isabelle's footsteps approaching from his right. He immediately lit up  his eyes and turned, smiling proudly as he caught sight of her figure  approaching.
    "ISABELLE!" he shouted, waving like a maniac at her  general direction. A few of the patrons in line noticed her after the  lifeguard's shout, chuckling as Isabelle looked on, groaning and  pinching the bridge of her nose. "Over here! Over herrrrre!"

"Yeah,  hello Ted," said Isabelle with a meek wave as the line for the slide  continued its ascent. "Hopefully I arrived just in time for the, um.  Mascot duty? I know that's not how the manager phrased it, but yuck. So  hard to say without . . ."
    "I know, right?" said Ted as he  clasped his hands together and bowed gently. It was enough to get a  chuckle out of Isabelle. "I do apologize for his, ahem, enthusiasm for  the idea but his heart is in the right place. At least when it isn't  being threatened by the hot dogs."
    "I'll take your word for -  wait, hot dogs?" said Isabelle, slumping as her face twisted into an  expression of abject concern. She turned back momentarily to the food  stand earlier, noticing a couple of kids running about as if  contaminated with enough sugar to turn into the Tasmanian Devil. "What  are in those hot dogs exactly? Red Bull?"

"Yes," said the  lifeguard sharply and swiftly. Isabelle gasped and turned back, mouth  agape in mild shock and about to ask something to quell her mind's  fears. But the lifeguard stopped her eagerly. "Up-up-up. Before you ask,  they are all fully aware of what's inside those dogs. The Energy Dogs  are a popular item for that exact reason."
    "Fine, I guess," said  Isabelle, her voice dripping with resignation as she stood back up  straight. "I am here for the 'mascot job' anyway, so let's get this  going. Where am I to change?"
    "Over there."

The lifeguard  pointed towards a small changing booth behind the slide. More accurately  it was a tent in blue and white stripes that hid its interior quite  well. It wasn't out of place on a sandy beach, which fit well enough  with the water park's general atmosphere - and its location made  Isabelle shrug as she approached it slowly.
    Five minutes pass and  Isabelle emerged from the tent, hands cupped around her chest as she  quietly walked towards the edge of the slide's exit. A few people in  line got a good view of her entrance, as had the lifeguard, all of whom  blushed as she approached with little more than a bikini top and  a  costume bottom hiding her body from the outside world. Her groans didn't  exactly extinguish their gazes.

The bottom of her costume was a  makeshift mermaid tail dress that didn't actually cover the feet. The  part where it ended in the tail actually draped behind her, the rest of  the dress covering down to her knees. It came, predictably enough, in a  cartoony green color that felt like it was cast at a knock-off of The  Little Mermaid.
    Her hands adjusted the bikini top that completed  the costume, in the shape of lavendar seashells covering the front of  her chest. She jiggled her chest just enough to see how well it hung on  her, satisfied that they didn't lose their coverage from the slightest  bit of motion. A smile graced her face as she took a spot near the end  of the slide.

"Wonderful set-up, Ted," said Isabelle as she  walked past him. She slapped him on the back gingerly as a sign of good  faith, which only made him squeak as he gazed into her chest. She  responded with a tap on the chin which brought his gaze up immediately.  "Eyes up here. Although in a few minutes, it's not going to matter."
     "What are you talking about?" said Ted, blushing deeply as he crossed  his arms and looked away momentarily. "You don't think I can be  professional?"
    "Under normal circumstances, I would assume things  would go smoothly," said Isabelle as she cracked her knuckles. "However  . . ."
    "What?" said the lifeguard, curiously.

The first  splashes of water from the slide flowed over the side and onto  Isabelle's waiting body. Her eyes lit up quickly and fiercely as she  shivered, her clothes stretching faintly as her body grew against the  feeling of water cascading violently onto it. Beads of water slid across  her fair skin, dropping onto the ground as her breasts stuck out a few  extra inches.
    As water overflowed onto her, the costume became  increasingly tighter on her figure. The straps of her seashell bra dug  into her growing bust, giving a look of muffin topping breasts as they  grew to the size of her head. Her mermaid tail dress slid down as her  hips blossomed underneath, her thighs filling out like bread in the  oven. The fabric audibly stretched against her legs and waist, without  giving any hints of tearing just yet as she felt her body eagerly absorb  water, drop by drop.

Drop after drop caused her to grow in front  of the line, which slowly backed down from the stairs and formed a  group behind the lifeguard. The lifeguard himself looked on with labored  breath, attempting to look elsewhere as if to save face but  unfortunately couldn't keep his eyes off the scen before him. The rest  of the audience didn't even bother trying to hide their stares, with  their jaws loose on their hinges and mouths open wide like hangar doors.
     Each inch gained seemed to incite a bounce in each part growing on  Isabelle's body. She squirmed and repositioned herself on a frequent  basis as each passing second changed her center of gravity. Extra height  met with her hunching over herself to avoid hitting slide. Wider hips  met with her clustering her legs together for a better stance. Her  blooming breasts stretched her shell top, forming the equator for twin  fleshy spheres that squished tightly against it.

To the costume's  credit, despite Isabelle's body to prove otherwise, it held on  remarkably strong. The tail dress stayed taut even as her hips expanded.  Her bikini top remained securely on her bosom as it doubled in size.  Each moan and groan of her joints and muscles met with an equal moan  from her as she blushed deep red, a hand held firm against the slide for  that extra bit of support.
    A smile crossed her face as the water  died down and riders dwindled down to none. She nervously chuckled as  she watched her audience, the lot of them clustered together in a vague  group shape and hiding what they could of their 'interest.' She tapped  on the slide as her growth subsided, leaning forward towards the crowd  thanks to limited space.

"I don't think this mascot job is going to work," she said.