Bikini Bottom (exposed in public, impregnation, adult futa, teen girl)

Bikini Bottom

By Honey Moon

(Not a Spongebob Story!)

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” I muttered as I hid behind the changing cottage on the beach.

I tugged at the minuscule bottom of my new yellow bikini. It fit comfortably at home. Now, I was in serious trouble!

“Get back in there!” I hissed, but seemingly, part of me was thinking with it's own head and wanted a bit of fresh air!

“What the hell was I thinking when I bought this bikini!” I muttered as I tugged at the blazing yellow fabric.

I'm a grower, not a show-er. When I'm not, well, 'in the mood' I can pass as a normal female. When aroused, the mushroom cap of my dick swells, and suddenly I have to contend with a thick ten inch shaft. Not to mention a couple of balls that looked like I was trying to hide a couple of plums! Usually the damn things kind of dangle. It's a little uncomfortable, but I can keep them tucked up in my vagina if I'm wearing something that hugs my crotch a bit snugly.

Not when aroused though. If I lose my concentration, like if I see a sexy woman, or let's be honest, smell a hint of perfume, they pop out of my cootie and draw up snugly to me. I end up looking ridiculous, like I just shoplifted a cucumber and a couple of lemons and stuffed them down my pants!

“I should have known. Of course it's going to slip out!” I moaned. I peered nervously around the corner at a nearby beachfront cafe. “What the hell am I gonna do if some little bitch decides to change in or out of her suit?”

I'm a futanari by birth. I've managed to keep my unusual birthright an absolute secret my whole thirty years. Tall and lanky, and liberally dusted with an annoying array of freckles, I knew that men looked at me with hungry eyes.

My damn boobs clinched the deal. My mother laughingly called them my man-magnets. I love mother, but she can be such a bitch-kitty sometimes. She's a futanari too. She knows I'd rather find a nice woman to marry and settle down with! That's what she did with mommy!

My panic was growing. Could I get back into the changing room and hide myself in my accustomed sweats? Not likely! What the hell was I going to do?

“Oh God, everyone is going to see!”

I tried to get my dick back under cover. There just wasn't enough fabric in the bottom. The best I could do was sort of create a banana in a hammock look. I was straining the hell out of the bikini bottom and a good six inches of meat peered out the top.

Worse, I was seriously giving myself a wedgie. My balls hung out like twin sidecars. Below them, the fabric was pushing into my cootie. It wasn't painful, but I was getting distressingly wet!

Speaking of distressing, my ass was completely bare. I was 'plugged in', fore and aft. My ass isn't too big, thank God, but both cheeks were now completely exposed! This was why I wouldn't wear thongs!

“Stop it!” I hissed. I was growing more aroused by the minute, and it scared me to death!

When I had arrived, the woman's changing cottage had been empty. I had no problems tucking my balls into my cootie, and if anyone looked too hard, they'd just think the mushroom head of my cock as an oversize clit showing through my bikini bottom.

I exited the little locker room and walked around back. Was it the warm sun? Was it the beauty of the Kauna 'oa beach? Was it the salt air. No. It was me being stupid. I had come to the beach thinking I would just get a quick swim in, before I got too much sun and had to retreat. It honestly never occurred to me that there would be hundreds of vacationing females here in swimsuits as well!

Just as I rounded the corner of the structure, I spotted a teenage girl in a bikini more daring than my own. I felt the slithering warmth of my balls popping out of my cootie, and my dick started to get hard. I took refuge in back of the changing cottage just in time before I popped a serious boner! Now didn't dare move from my dubious place of concealment.

I couldn't head around back to the entrance. What if someone had entered right after I left? I couldn't make a mad dash to the ocean itself. I was in a trap of my own creation, and couldn't think of a thing to do but stand here and try to will my erection away.

“That can't be comfortable.” A pleasant voice said softly.

“It isn't.” I froze in horror.

In my panic, I hadn't noticed that the girl in the bikini had doubled back. She couldn't have been older than fifteen, but an over eager mother nature had

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