Hearing your name you leave the changing booth, only to find yourself surprisingly not in your Uncle Jack’s costume store, but instead at a beach on the edge of a ruined city populated by zombies.
To your right was a large male zombie with a missing nose and upper lip, wearing a red speedo.
“That Death Guard suit fit alright Sara?” He asks you in a surprisingly clear voice given his neck had a bite take out of it.
In response you lift up your D cup breasts
‘It’s a little tight in the chest and ass areas.’
Your new voice took you somewhat by surprise. Your body was older now, but you had the sweet voice of a younger girl than your body would imply.
“Well it’s the only girl one we have so try to tough it out for now.” The muscular zombie says, seemingly genuinely disappointed at your discomfort.
“Anyway” he continued. “Your taking up station T- 2 think you could handle it?”
You nod in response. The lifeguard stations were clearly labeled in big letters, so finding T- 2 shouldn’t be hard. Plus In your old life you were a life guard at a pool, so you know all the basic sighs to look for. Even CPR, though that might not be as useful here.
“Great, you work till the sun sets, then someone takes over at night.” The life guard smiles at you, even though he only has his lower lip.
You leave in the direction of Life Guard station T- 2.
“Sara!” The Life Guard calls again.
You turn and see him holding a foot.
“You forgot this” he tosses the foot in your direction and you catch it, looking down you see it was indeed your right foot, you try to wiggle your toes and watch as the female foot in your hand wiggles them according to your will, you lean down and put your right foot back on your right leg before standing up and walking all the way to life guard station T- 2.
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Once you reach the station you climb up the steps and sit in the Life Guard chair, your big female butt made a surprisingly good cushion on the chair. The sun was going to set in the water in front of you. But luckily there were some mirror sunglasses in the box next to you which you put on as well as grab the binoculars to watch your station, looking down at the zombies as they mindlessly walked around.
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From what you could tell about the world, it seamed as though at some point in the past there was a zombie outbreak.
Probably in between around 1980’s or early 2000’s given the technology level, but that could be wrong.
It seams like the zombies have been winning so far, you don’t even see any humans when you occasionally use your binoculars to scan the city behind you.
The majority of zombies are brain dead idiots stumbling around moaning not knowing what’s going on aside from biting people. But certain zombies gain there higher brain functions back over time, you were one of the lucky ones able to think at human level intelligence, even more lucky you can even remember small parts of your old life. (Not your ACTUAL old life, you can remembered Jack’s Costume shop and other parts of your life perfectly.)
The zombies with higher brain function watch over the stupid zombies, protecting them from harm until they are able to think for them selves. These smart zombies are called “Death Guard” and you were assigned to this part of the beach to prevent zombies from drowning, saving undead lives.
You lean back in your life guard chair as far back as it will go watching the sun set over your breasts in the tight red life guard one piece. You really got lucky with this body.
Guarding zombies was easy, most of them would just walk out onto the ocean floor , then come back to land after they got board. Your job was to help the ones that got lost under water back to the beach.
You figured it was time to work on your undead tan and lean back as far as the chair could go, soaking in the sun on your cold dead body.
Being a sexy zombie life guard was easy. Occasionally save a zombie and you could go back to relaxing by the beach.
This was the life.