Warning: this piece of fiction contains nudity as well as underage characters. Although nothing strictly sexual happens, certain scenes might not be suitable for younger or sensitive readers.
"All right, all right" said the woman on the poolside lounger, sitting up. "But this is the last time. Got it, Daniel?"
"Thanks, mommy, you're the best." The little boy pulled at her arm and tugged her to her feet. "Come on, hurry! We don't have much time."
With that he dashed off to the showers, dragging her along by her wrist, oblivious to her protests.
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There was nobody in sight. Moving quickly, they slipped into a stall and locked it, then turned on the water full blast. It was cold like frozen hell, but it would cover any sounds they might make.
The woman - Karen was her name - regretted choosing a one-piece over a bikini: now she wasn't even getting to preserve half of her modesty.
"Could you at least not stare at me like that?" she hissed. "Turn around."
"Whatever," said the boy. "Just hurry up, okay?"
Karen eased the straps off her shoulders, and pulled the swimsuit all the way down to her ankles. Careful not to let it touch the ground, she stepped out of it and hung it on a hook. Then she went down on all fours, face to the wall and feet to her son, the jet of cool water beating down the small of her back.
"I'm ready," she announced, bracing herself.
She had no sooner spoken than she felt Daniel's arms wrap around her thighs, and his forehead press into her sex. She pushed back, feeling the pressure increase, until suddenly her labia split wide open and the whole of the boy's head broke into her, his shoulders hitting her butt.
Karen suppressed a gasp. No matter how many times she'd done this before, the sensations were overwhelming. Not in a particularly bad - or good - way. Just... powerful. Her hips suddenly felt all soft and bendy, as if the bones had turned into cartilage. Her skin was tingling, especially around the spot where it was being so tightly stretched. She could make out the features of Daniel's face with her internal senses. She was aware of his nose and his mouth behind (under?) her mons, sucking in what little air was to be found. His ears had folded down. His buzz cut, wet with pool water, was cold and scratchy on her vaginal walls.
As the next step of a tried and tested routine, Daniel shrank himself a bit by bringing his shoulders together, while Karen rose to a semi-squat position. The water now fell on her shoulders and flowed in a stream down her body. It was slowly, but steadily, getting warmer. She planted her palms against the wall, wishing it wasn't so damn slippery. She was tiptoe, one foot on either side of Daniel. The boy was sitting on his own heels, his trunk perfectly lined up with hers, his head still stuck up her bottom.
He said something.
The vibrations, warm and tingling, spread out in all directions through Karen's body. The kid's voice was too muffled to understand, but she was pretty sure he meant to rush her.
This was the hardest bit. It would all be downhill from here.
Karen took a deep breath, then straightened her arms, pushing herself back and down.
Nothing happened.
Well, no biggie. It never worked out on the first try - she was just getting warmed up.
She pushed again. And again. Though the feeling wasn't exactly good, eventually her vagina began to lubricate. The woman added a twisting motion to her efforts, spreading her fluids all over her son's shoulders, searching for the angle that would do the trick.
There were sounds from outside.
Voices. Footsteps.
Getting closer.
Karen wondered whether she had double-checked the lock. It was too late now, the door was beyond her reach. Her best bet was to just push, over and over again, push with all she had, push, push like -
Snap!
That was the first time she actually heard her body give way. Her hips dilated to an impossible extent, and she felt Daniel's head slide deeper up as more and more of his torso entered her.
Next she found herself losing her stance as her feet departed from the floor: the kid had straightened up to a vertical sitting position, lifting her along. Impaled on him, water showering on her face, there was nothing Karen could do but rely on gravity to finish the job.
Slowly, her monstrously enlarged vulva slid further down Daniel's body. His ribs, stomach, navel all disappeared into the drooling cavity. Karen couldn't help but look down at the scene: it was like watching a huge snake swallowing up an even bigger egg. Revolting, but fascinating all the same.
Finally her feet, then her butt, touched the ground. The woman allowed herself to fall backwards, leaning her back against the narrow cubicle.
It was getting steamy in there, the water had turned hotter than she expected. Not too hot, luckily, because she would have had a hard time reaching the mixer. Daniel was more than halfway inside her. She looked as if she had grown another, smaller pair of legs between her own. And those legs were impatiently pushing on their heels, skidding on the wet floor.
Karen hooked an arm under each knee and spread her thighs as wide apart as she could. The boy pushed again and again, squirming his way into her vagina, rattling her hips in the struggle to penetrate them. The swimming trunks slipped off in the process and got left behind, crumpled against her groin.
Having successfully gotten his knees through, Daniel found himself at a loss of manoeuvring ability. After a few seconds of pointless wriggling, his legs ceased all movement.
For some moment Karen did nothing but savor the calm after the storm. The water raining down on her was the only sound now. Those people from earlier were probably having a shower themselves. A good, old, ordinary shower.
She looked down at herself, past her bulging breasts and the curtain of water drops. Her son's trunks now reached down to his ankles, leaving but his feet exposed. She gently reached and pulled them off, spreading them on her own tummy for lack of a better place.
Damn.
It was quite the sight, those alive legs sticking out of her pussy.
She grabbed them and began pulling them in alternately, deeper and deeper inside. Soon, Daniel's feet were all that was left of him. Karen briefly indulged in tickling them, watching with a smirk as they twitched helplessly. Then she planted a kiss on her fingers and put it to the right foot. A flick of her wrist, and it was gone. The other one followed right after.
Done.
Well, almost.
She grabbed the swimming trunks and pushed an inch of them between her labia.
Your trunks, her mind pronounced.
There was a rolling-over motion deep in her guts. Then it looked like her pussy sucked the trunks in.
Thanks, said Daniel's voice in her head. Let's go back now. We're not done yet.
More tremors in her tummy as the kid got dressed.
Yeah. He was damn right.
Karen wearily stood back up. She felt weak, like after a bad flu, but she wasn't hurt anywhere. Nothing about her body looked any different than before. Her tummy wasn't any bigger, and the swelling in her breasts had already subsided.
She slipped back into her swimsuit, turned off the shower, and squeezed as much water from her hair as she could, wishing Daniel had given her the time to grab a towel.
There was an older woman outside, waiting for her turn. Karen ignored her frown as she left, dripping all over.
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She strode back to the swimming pool, with Daniel's voice briefing her in her head the whole way.
As she already knew, there was a hide-and-seek game going on. It was the variation in which hiders become seekers when found. Karen even crossed one of them - Stan - on her way, and waved at him. The boy paid little to no attention to her.
Home base was an oak tree in the wide open yard between poolside and the restaurant's patio. Karen's job was to release Daniel as close to the tree as possible, so that he could dash for it with minimal risk.
The woman arrived at her lounger and gratefully stepped into her flip-flops. Then she took out a large microfiber towel, wiped herself, and wrapped it around her waist like a sarong skirt.
She located the oak tree with ease and started walking towards it, keeping a low profile. In the back she saw Carlos, the kid who originally was "It", searching the bar. Another seeker, Annette, was heading for the slides.
Karen scanned the area for a good spot. With Daniel's approval, she went for a relatively secluded, shady nook in the hedge that separated the yard from the parking lot. There she squatted, feigning interest for something in the grass. The towel formed a tent all around her legs.
Please, just don't tear up my swimsuit, she mentally begged.
A bomb exploded in her womb - or so she felt. It took Karen all her self-control to stop herself from screaming. Amid the enormous pressure that threatened to tear her organs apart, something long and thick poured down into her birth canal and made its way out of her, whereupon it pulled her swimsuit aside for something even larger to break through.
Karen swept the yard with her eyes. Nobody seemed to be looking her way - not too intently at least. She looked down at her makeshift skirt, ensuring it revealed nothing. The wet sounds Daniel was making seemed dangerously loud.
"Mrs. Reeves?"
Karen winced, startled. A familiar little girl - Mia, Mia O'Hara - had materialized from around the hedge. She was looking at her in surprise.
"Oh, hi! Hello, Mia."
"What are you doing? Are you okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay. I'm... I'm just looking for my contact lenses."
"Ah. You wear contacts?"
"Mm-hmm. I must have lost them somewhere around here."
"Shoot, I'm sorry. I'd like to help you, but I'm in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek..."
"Really?" Karen mustered her best poker face. "Does that mean you wanna hide here?"
"Oh, no. No thanks. Actually I've already been found, so now I'm supposed to go find the others. I thought you were one of them."
They exchanged giggles.
"Well then," said the little girl, stepping back. "Good luck finding your lenses."
"Thank you, Mia. Have fun."
Karen kept pretending to search the ground until Mia was far enough, then she whispered the all-clear.
Daniel resumed his struggling to wiggle out of her vagina. His hands crawled out from under the hem of Karen's towel moments before his feet left her body.
"Contact lenses?" said the kid in an amused tone. "Where did you come up with that? You were great!"
Karen snorted.
"Yeah, well, I hope you enjoyed the ride, 'cause there will be no more."
Daniel gave no sign of even hearing her. He simply stood up and darted off, towards home base and his moment of glory. His skin glistened, coated with feminine juices.
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Perched on a stool by the bar's counter, waiting for the much-deserved mojito she had ordered, Karen watched the scene.
Most of the kids had gathered under the tree, and the stray seekers were being called back. Teri, the Olsens' kid, was the last one to join in. She made a face upon approaching Daniel.
"Ugh! Geez, Dan, what is that stuff? Were you hiding in a kangaroo's pouch or something?"
Amid the general hilarity, Daniel stuck out his tongue at the girl.
"You'll never know, loser!"
It was just a split second, but Karen was almost sure her son winked at her over Teri's shoulder.