“Did you bring the stuff?” One man said, a crocodile with a toothy gin. He hooked off his pants, letting his flaccid dick flop out. Thrash tried not to look, but the thing looked like he had a tail in his front and back. Not just that he looked as though he had zero percent body fat with hard detailed scales that looked like a Greek good, or to Thrash like one of the males in his Morn the Runt graphic novels.
“Fuck yeah I did. Bitch won't know what hit her.” The other guy said, an ox of equally impressive size. As the two undressed the raccoon suddenly felt incredibly inadequate. While he was not small, he was far from packing serious heat like the guys in his adult video tapes.
“Yeah, can't believe she took a job as a ref after what she did to Tom. Maybe with this her tits will pop like his nuts.”
Thrash wasn't listening too much anymore, instead focusing on ways to make himself feel better. His body was leaner and far from bulky, but going shirtless meant he couldn't do much to make himself look better. Looking at his clothes in the locker did however give him an idea to look bigger elsewhere.
Meanwhile, Gnash was enjoying the cool refreshing taste of a diet soda in the summer heat. The sounds of splashing water and bare feet shuffling on concrete surrounded her. She spared a glance around, eyeing the lazy river, water slides, and diving board. She was eager to get wet and enjoy the park, but she promised to wait for her brother to get out of the men's changing room. The female raccoon had no idea what was taking her sibling so long. She did see a pair of hunks walking out of the changing room. Some soda missed her mouth and slid onto her neon colored one piece swimsuit as she took in the sight in front of her. The crocodile and ox both had pecs she wanted to bury her face between, abs that she could grate cheese on, and some juicy fat bouncy bulges in a too tight pair of speedos. She bit her lip and took a step forward to try her luck with the specimens of prime man meat.
“I’m telling you, like a pair of volleyballs!” The ox said, cupping in front of his chest. His friend let out a loud laugh and tried to say that's impossible, but the hungry look in his eye said he wished it was true.
Gnash stopped in her tracks, suddenly feeling like her perky pair was woefully inadequate. She let the men pass by, consoling herself by stealing a glance at their buns of steel. Maybe she could stuff her top to get some more male attention.
“Hey sis, sorry to keep you waiting.”
The female raccoon turned her head. “Took you long enough, you forgot how to put on your pants?” She said, before almost choking on her drink. Thash had stepped out of the changing room puffing out his chest as much as he could. Much more than that his trunks were looking extra padded. “Are you kidding me bro?”
“Nah, perfection takes some time, ya know?” Thash said, strutting out like he was the biggest man in the park. The pair of socks in his pants felt a little awkward on his dick, but he was used to it from his younger years of using his sock to cover up late night emissions.
Gnash sucked at her teeth, suddenly feeling foolish for thinking of filling her top. As they walked they moved aside the diving board with a portly walrus belly flopping. Both got soaked, Gnash annoyed that her drink now had pool water in it. Thash got it worse, the water making his sock too heavy for his shorts and it fell out of his pants leg with a wet thud.
“Oh look, your dick fell off.” Gnash said with a snicker.
Thrash looked confused before he followed her gaze. His face turned red seeing the sock on the ground, and he awkwardly back kicked it away to a trash can. “Howd that get in there?”
“Hey, at least it's not crusty like your old sock.” His sister said as she enjoyed some watered down soda.
“Shut up!” Thrash snapped, walking ahead. “Lets find Ma.”
The siblings made their way to the swimming area, deciding to both try some posing to show off for any hottie who happened by. Both were striking out, when suddenly a familiar voice rang out. “Gilbert! Glenda! There you are!”
The two cringed at being called by their birth names. Turning around they saw their mother and cringed harder. She was middle aged with quite pudgy. She kept in good shape from her active lifestyle as a private trainer but still she had that motherly gut and wide hips. More so she had on a one piece swimsuit that looked two sizes too small. Her breasts practically spilled out as she hopped to wave to her offspring. She looked much like her kids, but had on thick glasses and a bouncy curly perm.
Before either twin could do anymore she scooped up both in her arms, hugging both and forcing their faces down to her chest as she almost suffocated them. “Oh I missed you both!”
“Come on mom, we met up last week!” Gnash said, pulling away while breathing deeply.
“Oh hush now, I'm always going to miss you!”
Thrash pulled back too, almost stumbling. “Missed you too Ma. I'm gonna hit the water slide. Death Valley Drop is calling my name, wanna join?”
“You always did love those wild rides. Mama’s gonna just relax in the sun for a bit, I wanna tan my fur.”
“Im gonna get another soda, this sun is killing me.” Gnash said.
The twins turned to walk off, but were stopped dead.
“Hold it. Did you put on sun screen?”
Both twins let out a whine, but made sure to answer. Refusing meant a twisted ear or twisted tender bits. “Yes mom.”
“Did you put some on your swimsuit areas?” The matron raccoon said with an arched brow.
Thrash slumped his shoulders. “Come on mom, we have our suits on.”
“Oh no, I know you two keep getting into accidents. I don't want you to be crying about burned up bits and buns!”
Both said in unison. “But mom!”
“No buts!” She scolded in a tone that brokered no argument. “Over here.”
Suddenly both twins felt like every eye in the pool was on them. Every lounging resident and splashing swimmer felt like they were stealing glances at them. Still, they obeyed. Mama Raccoon retrieved a bottle of sun screen and applied a healthy glob on her hand. Without warning she hooked a finger in the waste band of her son and slid along his dick and balls. Thrash let out a sharp yipe as the cold of the cream hit his most sensitive areas. His tail bristled and shot up straight. As he felt his mothers hand touching his crotch he bit his lip, hoping in vain some pain would stop his dick from getting hard. His mom moved along his now semi hard shaft, feeling along until she covered up his head as well. She moved lower, cupping both of his nuts and making sure to apply an even coating to the whole scrotum. Gnash wanted to make a joke, but the dread of knowing she was next kept her mouth shut. Mama applied more cream to her hand and reached around to get at his bare butt under his shorts. “Oh, good to feel you are keeping up with your squats.”
“Come on, Ma!” Thrash all but begged.
“Oh hush up, you'll thank me later." She finished up and moved to her daughter. Applying more to her hand she pulled the top of the younger woman’s swimwear to apply cream to her breasts." It was Gnash’s turn to yipe. Knowing the feeling was coming didn't help much. Despite herself the radical panda could feel her nipples getting hard from the embarrassment of the situation, maybe from something else. This was amplified when her mom’s hand went lower, feeling her crotch. The older woman’s finger slid along her slit, not probing at all but the tease caused Gnash’s breathing to hitch. She finished up, rubbing on her daughter’s behind. “Oh a little more meaty than your brother.”
“Mom!” Gnash protested.
“You two run along now. Your cute furry butts reminded me of a fun new dance I need to teach both of you. I think it's called twerking.” The mother said with a giggle. She gave both twins a slap on the butt, happy both were keeping up with squats. The twins spun on their heels, their suits feeling much hotter now.
Thrash walked off toward the Vice Grip Vortex, a water slide known for its twists and needing a slide tube to go down. The raccoon had one around his stomach, holding on to the plastic handles to help keep it up. All the tubes in the park were transparent. Two teenage fox women stood in front of him in line, but Thrash paid them no mind. He could already hear the screams of people going down the slide with their voices oscillating due to the spinning and he hopped in excitement. As the line advanced he had to stand under a splashing part of the slide, getting showered by a torrent of icy cold water. He could feel his fur soaked and trunks clinging to his body. His attention was turned when he heard a familiar scream behind him. Turning he saw a busty figure.
“Holly?” He all but shouted. His hormones were flashbanged when he saw the cowgirl in a bikini. The bright blue top looked like it was struggling to hold back her breasts, the splash of freezing water added sheen.
“Oh hey Thrash.” She said back, wiping chlorine infused water off her face. “Lucky meeting you here.”
Through sheer force of will the male pulled his eyes up, choosing to focus on her forehead rather than her eyes to help make sure he wouldn't get any embarrassing reactions by side eyeing her all but exposed boobs. Wet swim trunks hide no sins. Only then did he notice his sort of girlfriend was flanked on both sides by the crocodile and ox from the locker room. Seeing bulging biceps and inflated pecs made him feel inadequate by comparison.
“Uh, friends of yours?”
Holly nodded, testing the raccoon's result to keep his eyes up. “Yeah, from my time boxing. They called me to catch up, we have not talked since I returned. Lemme tell you Max here has a mean right hook.” She said, patting the crocodile on the arm.
“Everyone in the league knows about Holly’s killer uppercut.” He said, flexing the arm that was touched. Even as he did a small tone of bitterness filled his voice. The ox took advantage of this, blatantly eyeing up the woman as she was focused on his scaly companion.
Holly gave a short start. “Im sorry, how rude of me. This is Thrash Panda, he’s in the league too.”
“Yeah, the minor leagues by the looks of it.” The ox said, earning a laugh from the croc.
“Oh you shush. Size isn't everything.” The woman scolded.
This did not make Thrash feel better. It was then that he noticed that only holly and the ox had tubes. “Arent you going on the slide, Max? Vice Grip too scary for you?” He said, trying to claw back a little credibility. The crocodile shifted a satchel from his back to his front, resting just above his speedo. The raccoon saw how much they filled out the extremely tight swimwear and felt more inadequate than ever.
“Im just going to walk off when I get to the top. I had my stuff stolen at a water park before so I am protective.” The reptile said this as he lifted his eyes up and to the side, this voice not sounding confident.
As they spoke the group walked up the stairs to the slide, old wooden railings on either side of them. A stray piece of wood caught on the waistband of the raccoon’s shorts. Another splash of slide water came down and hit Thrash hard, causing him to jump. A loud rip was heard as his clothing gave way and fell to the steps. He yelled out, trying to bring the ruins up but his tube kept his hands away. He quickly lost his footing as he struggled, falling backwards with arms flailing. He caught hold of something and tried to use it to steady himself, but it gave way and he fell. He got out of the tube and tried to grab his shorts. Then he realized what he grabbed onto was Holly’s top, leaving her breasts exposed. The cold water had made her nipples rock hard.
The two women in front of Thrash gave out a sharp scream. “The little dick pervert just nutted!”
Panic hit Thash as he looked down. With a pit in his stomach he realized that the sunscreen his mom had put on him had a white yellow creamy look, making it look like fresh cum. Even worse than that, the cold liquid caused major shrinkage. He was desperate to try to explain himself but was cut off when Holly crouched low, launching a quick uppercut between the man's legs. Her hard knuckles compressed his balls that were already tight against his pelvis from the cold. The pain hit him instantly, making him give a pathetic yipe as he fell forward. The stairs caused him to land awkwardly, his bare butt high up. Holly grabbed her top and stormed off, the buff men giggling and following her. Thrash tried to yell out an apology, attempting to pull up his shorts, but his diaphragm seized from the pain.
Gnash finished her last soda, tossing the empty can into a garage. A sharp pain hit her bladder and she knew she had to go and go now. She looked around for the restroom. At first she saw a pair of fox girls using their smart phone to film a sunbathing beefcake, beyond them an alligator and ox were putting powder inside a water bottle. While she wanted to take a moment to admire the beecake on display too, the call of nature was far stronger. The raccoon saw a sign leading towards the restroom. She ran, more so she shuffled awkwardly, to the bathroom. Her heart sank when she saw the massive line, and knew how long it would take to get in. Her mind raced with alternative ideas. She thought of jumping in the water and peeing there, but then she remembered a rumor that they put a chemical that turns blue when you pee in it in the water. She was not feeling brave enough to test it out. She lurched forward, wanting to cup her crotch to help hold it in, but settled on rubbing her lower stomach.
“Miss, are you all right?”
Gnash looked up to see a very tall lifeguard with extremely bulging pectoral muscles looking down on her. His smooth otter fur made her want to bury her face between those big boy tits.
“Im fine, Im fine.” She said, trying to wave him off. Admitting to having a bathroom emergency in front of this hunk would have made her die of embarrassment. She was going to come up with an excuse, but a pain in her groin let her know her bladder was running on borrowed time. She ran off, looking for some bushes to do her business in. Near the volleyball sand she found a nature area full of trees and bushes. She ran in, quickly satisfying herself that she was far enough out of sight. Without delay she squatted down and pushed aside the bottom of her swimsuit to expose her slit. With a sigh of relief she started to relieve herself. The hiss and splash from her stream sounded deafening to her, but she didn't mind. Suddenly her privacy was shattered when the hunky voice of the hunky lifeguard.
“Are you all right, ma’am? If you're feeling sick I can take you to the nurse.”
Gnash heart raced at this. She desperately tried to stop the flow, the pinching pain in her vulva protesting but she forced herself up. Even though it formed a wet spot she covered up her crotch. Fearing he could tell she was peeing she took off in the opposite direction to the lifeguard. Branches hit at her hips, leaving painful scratches. Her heart sank into her stomach when she heard a ripping sound. Looking down she saw the lower half of her suit hung caught on a branch behind her. She let out whimper, pain and humiliation mixing as she covered her crotch with her hands as she ran off, her feet slapping against the concrete of the pool grounds as she desperately tried to find anywhere to hide.
Wet flooring made her lose her footing and she fell face forward. Her face hit something soft, but she kept falling with her bare ass up.
A large muscular crocodile yelled out when the woman’s face smashed into his crotch. He dropped his bag, an empty container spilling out to the ground.
“What the hell?” Max shouted, lurching forward and cupping his crotch. He was about to add something to his statement, but was distracted by the jeering laughter of the ox beside him.
“What's wrong, normally you like a surprise head.”
“Shut it.” Max retorted, snatching up his bag. “Holly spilled the last drink so we gotta hurry up with this stuff.”
The men walked off, one’s pace irregular due to the pain in his loins. Gnash grabbed the container the man dropped, but before she could say anything she felt a warm flow from her crotch, followed by a long trickle.
“Oh this happens every time you two go out. Sore bare bits.”
Both twins were trying to desperately cover themselves with a shared towel as they walked to a changing room.
“Luckily the gift shop had a two for one sale on swimsuits.” Their mom said as she handed them a bag and gave both bottoms a smack as they shuffled in the single booth. The other one was out of service.
“This day is bogus.” Thrash said, shamefully dropping the towel. His nuts were still sore from the punch and a little swollen. “Cant believe you turned into a pee fountain in front of everyone.”
“Shut it, bro.” Gnash said, fishing in the bag quickly. “At least Holly doesn't think I'm a legendary quickshot.”
They both sulked in mutual embarrassment before pulling out their suits.
“Um, mom, I think you got two girls suits.” Thash said.
“I did, hun.” Bertha said, already eying up a passing by male. “They were on sale.”
Gnash looked at the suits, she shared her brother’s worry. “Yeah, two girls suit, not women.”
“Like I said, sale. Now hurry up, momma wants to see if she can catch a man to help her put on some lotion.”
The twins looked at the bikinis that were two sizes too small for either of them. It was either this or walk out totally nude.
“This is major bogus.” Thrash said, a tight green bikini bottom trying and failing to cover his junk. He had chosen not to wear the matching bra. “Still can't believe Holly is with those two jerks. Bet they are making googly eyes at her now. They were talking all weird in the changing room.”
Gnash felt like her breasts were being crushed in the tiny pink bikini. “Soooooo, they're packing some real meat right?”
“I didn't look!” The male said, face growing red. “They were talking about making ‘her’ tits pop and stuff. Super weird.”
“That reminds me, I was gonna give this back but it's empty.” She held up the container, it looked like a protein powder container but more medical. She tried to read the side but the title alone had more letters than an entire dubbed episode of Lexie. She passed it to her mom, who was enjoying the sun and trying to beckon young men hither. “Ma, know what this is?”
She reached into her purse to pull out a pair of half moon reading glasses. “Breastogen Estradiol Concentrate.” She said matter of fact. “Stuffs crazy, make your gazongas blow up like volleyballs.” She eyed up her daughter. “You didn't take any of this?”
“No, ma! Just found it.”
She turned to her son. “Did YOU take any?”
“No ma, winners dont do drugs.”
The mother laid back in her seat. “Ok good, with as many crotch shots you take this may push you over the edge and be impotent.”
“Im very polite, thank you!” Thrash said.
Gnash thought for a moment. “Hey wait, you said those jerky jocks had this? Wanted to make ‘her’ tits pop?”
“Uh huh.”
“And they were hanging around Holly?”
“Uh huh.”
“And I heard them saying they were gonna mess with a drink! Do you know what this means?”
“Nuh huh.”
“Thash you dingus. They are gonna spike Holly’s drink!”
The male’s mind flashed with the idea of the cowgirls breasts being even bigger, and felt his already tight bikini getting tighter.
“Dude, they are so big they will explode like a pair of balloons!” Said Gnash
“Kablooie boobies? That's the most bogus thing I’ve ever heard!” He said, shooting him to his feet. Gnash joined her brother, embarrassed of her tiny suit momentarily forgotten. The duo ran around the park together, ignoring jeers and catcalls as they went. They finally made it to the dive pool, where Holly lay on a lounging chair and brought a water bottle to her lips. Thrash ran forward, diving to slap the drink from her hand. The plastic fell to the ground, the screw-on the lid kept the liquid inside. The man stifled a groan as his semi hard dick hit the concrete.
“Thrash, what the hell are you doing?” She saw his ass barely contained by the tiny bikini. “And what the hell are you wearing?”
“He just saved your boobs!” Gnash said, pointing a finger at the croc and ox. “These two put estro… estro… big bad boobie powder in your drink!”
The men both shared a shocked look, the croc clutching the bag close to his chest. “What, I have no idea what they-”
“Look, it's in the drink!” Thrash said as he opened the bottle, to reveal a powdery residue clinging to the inside of the lid.
Gnash shot a quick kick to the croc’s already sore crotch. His bulge bounced as he moved his hands to protect it. The raccoon shot her hand inside the bag, pulling another container and tossing it to the cowgirl. She read it, her face turning sour. She slowly rose to her feet, walking to the men.
“Hey, listen, this is just a big misunderstanding.”
Holly hooked a finger inside the waistband of both men, pulling hard enough to rip both. In a smooth motion she moved her hands palm upward and slapped the under sides of both men's bare scrotums, securing a hard grip.
Her voice was cold as ice, her gaze would wither lesser men. “Careful boys, I have a lie detector. So think before you talk.”
The ox started. “We don't know what-”
His voice broke into a hard yipe of pain, as the meat in his testicles was compressed.
“Wanna try again?” She kept up her squeeze for a few seconds longer before letting up.
“All right all right! We spiked your drink, you bitch!” The croc said, trying to pry her hand off by pulling her wrist. Holly only squeezed tighter, robbing him of his strength.
“Why? I haven't seen you guys in years!”
The ox squirmed, his compressed nuts compelling truth. “You popped one of Tom’s balls in the league. We wanted some payback!”
Holly let up for just a moment. “Tom? Low blows are legal in the league. What wasn't was him stomping my tit when he knocked me down. His tiny ball had it coming.” She felt the pair of sacs in her hands. “Speaking of, why do these feel funny?”
“You grab enough nuts to know how they should feel?” Max said with a smirk. Holly bore down harder than ever, her knuckles growing white as she did so. The balls in her hands compressed more and more, forming an unnatural oval shape.
The croc’s voice was cracking. “Stop, stop! We had a bee sting our dick and balls to make them bigger!”
The ox was openly crying. “The stuff we used to get big made our junk tiny!”
Holly considered popping both of them then and now, but hearing them say they had tiny dicks was satisfying. She gave both a sharp yank upward before letting go.
Later when both men were being wheeled off by medics and then jailed Holly came up to the badly dressed twins. “You guys really saved my ass back there.” She thought for a moment before looking at her chest. “Saved something else.”
Thrash stood proud. “Dont worry about it, anything for you.”
Gnash joined in. “Yeah, we won't let anything pop on you.”
“My heroes.” The cowgirl said before she hugged both tight. Her breasts pressed hard against the twins. She gave each one a strong kiss on the lips, leaving both stunned. “Still have the rest of the day here if you guys don't mind.”
The twins were about to give the most enthusiastic ‘yes’ of their lives before a familiar voice split their ears.
“So this is the Holly I hear so much about!” Bertha was practically yelling. “These kids practically rave about you, and let me tell you they don't do you justice.”
The older raccoon walked up, shamelessly giving one of Holly’s breasts a short squeeze. “My back hurts just looking at you, I got a workout class that can help with lower back pain if you are interested."
“Mom!” Both twins cried out.
“What, there is plenty to share here.”
“MOM!”
Holly had to take a step back. She started to understand why the raccoons turned out the way they did. Even if they were weird she couldn't help but appreciate them. Besides, both of them looked tasty in those tiny suits.
