"If I bend over I'm gonna rip my pants," you murmur to yourself. "But jeez -- I so want to!"
"Dude, so do I!"
The voice comes from a stocky teen in white cargo shorts who has just come round the corner. Like you, he has long hairy ears and is rubbing the back of his shorts with a goofy expression on his face. "You know what's happenin' to us, don't you?"
"No, what?" you reply. The lump above your crack has now started to pulse.
"You mean you ain't seen the other guys?" He stares at you in obvious disbelief.
"No..."
He shakes his head and then laughs. Coming up to you, he puts his arm round your shoulder and looks down at the back of your pants.
"Well then, I guess we just GOTTA bend down. That way you'll find out..." Hoisting his white shorts so they're tight around his crotch, he starts to bend over. "Come on, bud. It'll take some time, but you'll love it!"
And with that, you too start to bend, moaning softly as your pants start to tighten...