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(Part 1)
"Ahhh..." Ally said, clambering onto an inner tube, "this is more like it!"
Summer had finally arrived - and more importantly, summer vacation. No school, no homework. Bliss.
...And occasional boredom. I sighed and kicked my legs lazily in the water. Mom and Dad had said no video games while they were gone, and there wasn't much else me to do. Ally, of course, loved the pool, and had needed no urging.
I watched patterns of reflected light ripple off the inner tube as my sister drifted across the pool. I wonder...
No, don't be ridiculous. That was stupid the first time. And besides, I won! There was no point in...
I realized I was rubbing my belly with one hand. My flat, empty belly. It couldn't hurt to ask...
Almost against my will, my mouth opened. "Hey, Ally?" I said, ignoring the part of my brain yelling Don't do it!
"Mmmh?"
"Uh, well... this is stupid, but... oh, forget it." I sighed and flopped onto my back, staring at the sky. "What?" Ally asked, and I groaned mentally at the tone of her voice. She wouldn't let it go now. "It was nothing," I said, but she kicked over to the edge of the pool and clambered out. "Come on, spill!" she demanded. I sighed.
"It was just... well, you remember that thing with Stacey?"
Her eyes lit up. "Are you kidding? I think its about time for a rematch!" She bounced up and started to run towards the house, then skidded to a stop. "Hold on... I wonder..."
Now seemed like a good time to panic. "Ally, wait-" I called, sitting up, but she was already gone around the side of the house. A moment later she was back, a huge grin on her face... and two garden hoses dragging behind her.
I stared at her in shock. "Are you crazy? There is no way I'm doing that!"
I stared myself in the mirror. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered glumly. The garden hose hanging out of my swimsuit looked strange, but not as strange as it felt. I'd thought the air pump had been uncomfortable, but the hose was twice as big... and the end was cold metal, not plastic. Every time I moved I felt it shift inside me. I shuffled out of the bathroom and back into the yard, trying to move it as little as possible. Ally was laying on her back by the pool, grinning at me, her feet dangling in the water. "Ready yet?" she asked. I ignored her and tried to sit down, but the hose wouldn't bend enough and I finally gave up and lay down beside her. "I don't know how you talk me into these things," I grumbled.
She just grinned.
I should mention that the bathroom I'd been in was more like a shed sticking off of the house, so you didn't have to actually go inside while dripping wet. There was a spigot on the outside wall with a hose splitter attached, so we could use two hoses at once... though I doubt this was what anyone had intended it be used for. The point was that it was close enough to reach, barely, if you were lying where we were.
As my sister proved when she reached over and turned the handle.
For an instant all I felt was a rush of air, just like the last time. Then the water reached the end of the hose.
I gasped as a blast of cold, cold water squirted up inside me, and Ally squeaked in shock. It rushed upwards, and I clutched my belly as it pushed deeper and deeper. "T-turn it down," I stuttered, and the flow slackened to a trickle. Ally glanced at me shakily. "I didn't expect it to be that different," she said with a crooked grin. I pushed myself up and pressed a hand to my stomach. It was already bulging a bit, and the skin was cold under my fingers. My whole midsection felt strangely full and heavy. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, hoping she'd say no... but she nodded and turned the handle again.
I shivered as my belly bulged under my hands. The cold weight inside me grew heavier and heavier, my stomach grew and grew. With the air pump, I had been stiff and tight. But this time my belly wobbled and moved. It was... strange. Really uncomfortable, but somehow good as well. I was already almost as big as I'd been with air, and I felt like I could keep going. Ally must have felt the same way, because she turned up the pressure.
My belly was getting really heavy, and starting to expand past my sides. I was starting to feel close to my limit, but this bet was about who would give in first - I had to hold out until Ally did.
Soon I felt the sides of my belly brushing the ground. I groaned, rubbing my stretched, sore skin. I was so full, I couldn't hold any more. If I lost this bet, we'd be even, and I'd rather loose than pop. "Stop it," I moaned, "I'm done."
The water cut off, and I sighed in relief. Beside me, Ally did the same. She flashed a weak grin. "I was about to give in anyways," she said, rubbing her huge belly and wincing. "I think we went a bit too far this time."
"Yeah," I said, glancing at myself. I couldn't even move, my belly was so huge. At least the sun was warming me up. Either that, or I'd gotten used to the cold.
I don't know how long we lay there, two kids under giant water balloons. After a while I cleared my throat. "Hey, Ally..." I started, then trailed off.
"Mmmh?" she grunted, eyes closed, absently stroking the top of her belly.
"Well... I was thinking... uh, I might have a little more room..."
"Ahhh..." Ally said, clambering onto an inner tube, "this is more like it!"
Summer had finally arrived - and more importantly, summer vacation. No school, no homework. Bliss.
...And occasional boredom. I sighed and kicked my legs lazily in the water. Mom and Dad had said no video games while they were gone, and there wasn't much else me to do. Ally, of course, loved the pool, and had needed no urging.
I watched patterns of reflected light ripple off the inner tube as my sister drifted across the pool. I wonder...
No, don't be ridiculous. That was stupid the first time. And besides, I won! There was no point in...
I realized I was rubbing my belly with one hand. My flat, empty belly. It couldn't hurt to ask...
Almost against my will, my mouth opened. "Hey, Ally?" I said, ignoring the part of my brain yelling Don't do it!
"Mmmh?"
"Uh, well... this is stupid, but... oh, forget it." I sighed and flopped onto my back, staring at the sky. "What?" Ally asked, and I groaned mentally at the tone of her voice. She wouldn't let it go now. "It was nothing," I said, but she kicked over to the edge of the pool and clambered out. "Come on, spill!" she demanded. I sighed.
"It was just... well, you remember that thing with Stacey?"
Her eyes lit up. "Are you kidding? I think its about time for a rematch!" She bounced up and started to run towards the house, then skidded to a stop. "Hold on... I wonder..."
Now seemed like a good time to panic. "Ally, wait-" I called, sitting up, but she was already gone around the side of the house. A moment later she was back, a huge grin on her face... and two garden hoses dragging behind her.
I stared at her in shock. "Are you crazy? There is no way I'm doing that!"
I stared myself in the mirror. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered glumly. The garden hose hanging out of my swimsuit looked strange, but not as strange as it felt. I'd thought the air pump had been uncomfortable, but the hose was twice as big... and the end was cold metal, not plastic. Every time I moved I felt it shift inside me. I shuffled out of the bathroom and back into the yard, trying to move it as little as possible. Ally was laying on her back by the pool, grinning at me, her feet dangling in the water. "Ready yet?" she asked. I ignored her and tried to sit down, but the hose wouldn't bend enough and I finally gave up and lay down beside her. "I don't know how you talk me into these things," I grumbled.
She just grinned.
I should mention that the bathroom I'd been in was more like a shed sticking off of the house, so you didn't have to actually go inside while dripping wet. There was a spigot on the outside wall with a hose splitter attached, so we could use two hoses at once... though I doubt this was what anyone had intended it be used for. The point was that it was close enough to reach, barely, if you were lying where we were.
As my sister proved when she reached over and turned the handle.
For an instant all I felt was a rush of air, just like the last time. Then the water reached the end of the hose.
I gasped as a blast of cold, cold water squirted up inside me, and Ally squeaked in shock. It rushed upwards, and I clutched my belly as it pushed deeper and deeper. "T-turn it down," I stuttered, and the flow slackened to a trickle. Ally glanced at me shakily. "I didn't expect it to be that different," she said with a crooked grin. I pushed myself up and pressed a hand to my stomach. It was already bulging a bit, and the skin was cold under my fingers. My whole midsection felt strangely full and heavy. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, hoping she'd say no... but she nodded and turned the handle again.
I shivered as my belly bulged under my hands. The cold weight inside me grew heavier and heavier, my stomach grew and grew. With the air pump, I had been stiff and tight. But this time my belly wobbled and moved. It was... strange. Really uncomfortable, but somehow good as well. I was already almost as big as I'd been with air, and I felt like I could keep going. Ally must have felt the same way, because she turned up the pressure.
My belly was getting really heavy, and starting to expand past my sides. I was starting to feel close to my limit, but this bet was about who would give in first - I had to hold out until Ally did.
Soon I felt the sides of my belly brushing the ground. I groaned, rubbing my stretched, sore skin. I was so full, I couldn't hold any more. If I lost this bet, we'd be even, and I'd rather loose than pop. "Stop it," I moaned, "I'm done."
The water cut off, and I sighed in relief. Beside me, Ally did the same. She flashed a weak grin. "I was about to give in anyways," she said, rubbing her huge belly and wincing. "I think we went a bit too far this time."
"Yeah," I said, glancing at myself. I couldn't even move, my belly was so huge. At least the sun was warming me up. Either that, or I'd gotten used to the cold.
I don't know how long we lay there, two kids under giant water balloons. After a while I cleared my throat. "Hey, Ally..." I started, then trailed off.
"Mmmh?" she grunted, eyes closed, absently stroking the top of her belly.
"Well... I was thinking... uh, I might have a little more room..."
A smile flicked across her face, and her arm reached for the spigot.
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Some of them turning back to notice Josh, the lead swimmer and a fresh face trailing behind. "Eye, Joshy, who's da twig?" A semi muscular blonde boy asked, jogging to catch up. "New towel boy or somthin'?" "Nah, Brian. He's the newbie." Josh smacked the tall brute's chest. "He thinks he could out swim the lot of us!" Josh raised his voice so the other guys could hear. "W-well I never said that-" John started. "Ahh, he does, huh?" Brian said, waking up to examine the thin meekish John. "Well, let's see if ya got the bod for it!" Brien grabbed John's shirt and lifted it, practically pulling it off. John fought to keep it down, but Brian overpowered him easily. "H-HEY!" John protested. "Josh, help!" He shouted, covering his chest with his arms. "Sorry, John, the boys already gotcha" Josh walked into the office as two other big guys grabbed John from behind, holding his arms and lifted him up. "Put me down!" John screamed. Soon, Josh re-emerged from the locker room office with what appeared to be a small air compressor for inflating pool toys. "Put 'em on the bench boys! Initiation's begun!" Brian said, running over to a blue painted seat covered in towels. "Wait, what? What are you guys doing?!" John said, trying to free himself, squirming and thrashing. Two more guys came around the corner to hold down his legs as they lowered him on to the bench. "Shorts, lose 'em" Brian said to the boys holding John's legs. They followed his command and pulled off the loose shorts that hung around the skinny boy's waist. "Joshy, ya got that thing plugged in yet?" Brian shouted across the room. "You don't gotta shout you bone head, I've got it." Josh handed the small compressor to Brian who eagerly pushed past John's legs and stuck the hose deep into his rear. John let out a short scream and a moan. "Wowy, soun's like 'e liked it!" 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Excuse me could we perhaps get a part three?