This choice: Chill - she had her fun, and you scratched her itch, so she's happy. • Go Back...Chapter #5Welcome To Hydro Mountain Water Park. by: Unknown Liz looks annoyed at you for stopping, but luckily she seems content with what you did for her. Your hand is completely brown with chunks of shit all over it, and you've got nowhere to wipe it off for the rest of the hour long car ride. At least Liz doesn't ask anything else of you for the rest of the ride; you just get to watch her shamelessly scratch her crotch, burp and fart profusely, and occasionally pull what barely even looks like food out from one of her belly rolls and chow down on it.
"We're here!" your mother announces, much to you and the twins' excitement; however, you're only excited to get away from your disgusting sister. The twins hop out first, and you're stuck letting Liz get out before you. As she climbs between the seats, her bare brown asshole lets out one last FRRRPPTT before she pulls her sweaty shorts back up over it. She leaves the back seat soaked through with sweat and stained with an enormous brown skid mark, not to mention absolutely reeking of both. You scramble out as soon as you can.
The twins hop around excitedly (as much as they can) as your family approaches the gates. You hang back a few feet from everyone else, as surely people will be starting at them, right? You look around, but not a single person seems to be paying them any mind. People can't all be this polite, can they? Your parents are 8' tall tubs of whale blubber that still have breakfast all over them, and nobody seems to care in the slightest. Even so, you hide your shit coated hand behind your bag. They buy the tickets without hassle (although there is a bit of a struggle at the turnstile) and you all head into the park.
"Alright!" says your mom. "Let's go get changed and then hit the pools!" The ever excited twins run (well, waddle faster than usual) to the locker rooms and squeeze through the doors, everyone else trailing behind.
When you get inside, Jake is already trying to strip, but he's having a hard time of it. You spend at least five minutes at the sink washing your shit covered hand off. Out of bashfulness, you opt to change in one of the toilet stalls; your junk isn't much to be proud of. In no time you're in your trunks, but when you come out, Jake hasn't even gotten his shirt off.
"Hey, Steven," your dad says as he's pulling down his underwear, "could you help Jake get changed? I think he's grown a bit since he last wore that stuff."
You don't answer immediately; you're too stunned by the appearance of what must be a foot long cock between your dad's legs. It looks as thick as your torso, and even with his flabby gut hanging low, you can still see the massive tip swaying between his knees. You dad calls your attention again and you answer "yeah, sure" out of reflex. Maybe you should've paid more attention to his words and not his wang.
You approach Jake as he's stuck with his shirt halfway off. "Okay, bro, hold on a second," you say, trying not to get whacked with his huge swinging gut. "Sit down so I can get this off of you." The tall fat boy calms down a bit and sits on the cement floor so you can reach his shirt. With some strategic pulling, and plenty of sweat, you manage to get his filthy t-shirt off. It's dripping with sweat, and you toss it on his bag immediately. Next come his pants; luckily he's just wearing athletic shorts, so he can pull them off fairly easily, but his underwear fits him rather tightly, and you're surprised at the reason.
As Jake lays down and lifts up his gut, you find his (very) tighty (barely) whities are stretched to the very seams by a gigantic bulge in the front. It's definitely not as big as your dad's, but still way, way too big for an 8 year old, even at 6'2". As you go to pull them off of him, they simply rip apart, revealing his full fleshy python.
"Holy crap, Jake!" you exclaim out of shock. "You're huge!" His pale cock is at least as thick as your thigh, and must be at least 8" long flaccid. Down between his thighs are a pair of grapefruit sized testicles. There's not a pube to be seen, accentuating how unnaturally youthful it is.
"Really? I am?" Jake asks. He tries every which way to move his huge belly out of the way to see his dick, but it's just too big. "I don't get to see it much, so I don't know."
"Trust me, son, it's big," your dad says from behind you. You turn around, getting a face full of your dad's dong in the process. It reeks of sweaty taint. "You'll be catching up to your old man in no time. Who knows, maybe you'll even beat me once you hit puberty."
"You really think it's that big?" Jake asks.
"Yeah, it's, uhh, it's big," you say, regaining your composure. "Let's just get your suit on." You dig into his bag, but can't seem to find any swim trunks. "Hey Jake, did you even pack your suit?"
"Yeah, I definitely did. Let me look." Jake's fat naked frame barges past you as he begins digging through his bag. In no time he finds what he's looking for. "Here it is, see?" You've got to be fucking kidding.
In Jake's pudgy hands is a skimpy blue speedo; it looks wide enough to just barely fit him, but it might as well be made of floss. How is this even supposed to cover anything? He hands it to you and sits back down, expecting you to put it on him. You got yourself into this. He holds his gut up for you as you slide the tiny suit up his chunky legs. The tiny middle string reaches his huge nuts with no chance of containing them; there's even less chance of it holding his dick, since it's getting hard from you handling it. You fumble with his warm semi hard cock, trying to stuff as much of it into the tiny suit as possible, but to no avail. You eventually give up; it's pretty much on him.
Jake stands up and pulls his speedo as far up as it'll go; each of his engorged nuts hangs out on either side of the crotch, while his 14" boner attempts to peek out from under his heavy gut. His huge asscheeks swallow up as much of the suit as they can find.
"Looking good, son," says your dad. You turn around to see he too is wearing a tiny red speedo, which sticks out against the thick bush of tangled pubes he's growing. Everything is hanging out of his suit as well, and it's an even worse sight than Jake's. "You'll be fending the girls off with a stick once they all get a look at you. Speaking of girls, we should go meet up with ours." You all pick up your stuff and leave the locker room. You honestly can't believe they're going out like that.
The girls are waiting for the three of you outside, and it seems they aren't doing much better in the way of actually covering bathing suits. Each of them is wearing a tiny bikini, barely decent enough for normal sized girls to wear. There's no hope of covering their massive tits, but they barely even tried to cover their nipples. Really, that's all they covered. You can see them bulging under their tops, getting larger as the ages progress. June and Liz's big pink areolas are quite visible, as are the dark dinner plates on you mom's breasts. You're just glad their bellies hang low enough to cover their crotches, as you do not want to see three cases of flabby moose knuckles in addition to all of this.
And still, nobody seems to care at all. Parents and young children walk past your disgusting family as if they were as normal as anyone else. You even spy a few guys eying up Liz's big fat ass. Your sister catches your gaze and sees them too, and gives them a flirtatious ass shake. And the guys smile; not in a taunting way, but... in an aroused way. What is going on today?!
"Alright, everybody," says your Mom, her exposed blubber jiggling as she talks, "where to first?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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