Josh and Jesse were a bit self conscious as their swollen pouches flopped up and down in their new stretchy lycra speedos, as they walked down hill toward the water. Jesse and Josh chatted about how great Pleasure Island is, but each felt nervous and embarrassed about the changes that each was experiencing.
Jesse walked a step behind Josh so he could slip his hand up the back of his shirt and scratch the hairs now growing there.
Josh took that same opportunity to adjust his speedo. His cock and balls were continuing to expand, and in spite of the stretchy fabric, his waist band had been forced away from his abs to reveal a thick wide dense hairy path out of his crotch and up his belly. It wasn't a treasure trail, it was a treasure interstate. The odd sensation coming from Josh's crotch was the feeling of his foreskin fusing and attaching his cock to his belly.
They reached the bottom of a path. There was a small pavillion with a corral with donkey rides. You could rent a dog or donkey. A couple carts raised passed them with two young men racing, a couple of large harnessed dogs pulled the carts.
A huge man with a bulging belly in a striped uniform shouted out to them, "Wanna rent a donkey or dog cart?"
"Nah, we're going for a run on the beach," Josh said turning his body to conceal his widening hairy midrift area.
Jesse sidled up to the sign post with arrows pointing opposite directions for the Dog Beach, and the Donkey Beach. He rubbed his back up and down against the post. "Wanna race?"
"Hey, boys, I got an idea!" the huckster suggested. "If you really wanna race, one of you should run up the Donkey Beach to the life house station one, and the other up the Dog Beach to life house station seventeen. It's the same distance to each one, and then run back to here, and see who gets back first. You can hang your shirts and shoes on the post. It's better to run barefoot on these beaches."
"Huh? A race in opposite directions? Cool. Jesse, you up for it?"
"You bet, Josh!" Jesse pealed off his shirt revealing his now hirsuit back and chest, and hung it from one of the pegs on the posts where other young men's shirts were hanging. He kicked off his tennies.
Josh didn't notice the black and brown hairs covering his back, as he peeled off his shirt. He was facing down the path toward the Donkey Beach, and was had mixed feelings about the dark one-eyed monster sticking out of his waistband. He kicked off his shoes and started forward shouting, "GO!"
Jesse turned and dashed down Dog Beach.
Both young men's growing packages bounced violently in their flimsy lycra prisons as they raced away from each other.
"Get's easier every day," said the huckster going into the back of his pavillion to find a collar and leash for Jesse, and a bit and reins for Josh. He glanced at the clock. He'd have time to brew some tea before those two returned.