“Oh stop whining Hal,” your father says as he looks over his massively swollen ass. “We have the whole week to figure this out an make it right, so
we have no reason to complain yet.”
“Are you kidding?” you yell at your father a little louder than you meant to. He glares at you, and you open your mouth to say you’re sorry, when
you are sent reeling from a blow to the head. It was your mother hitting you with her giant ass, a feeling you can only describe as feeling like you
were hit with two garbage bags full of jello. Your mother had a big ass before and now it was as wide as a queen size bed.
“Watch how you talk to your father,” your mother admonishes.
“Sorry,” you tell your father.
“Thank you,” your father nods, “now Gwen do you have any yoga pants to cover these big behinds of ours?”
Your mother, Gwen, responds, “I have yoga pants, but I don’t know if they’ll stretch this much, Jerry.”
“Well let’s give them a try, what do we have to lose?” So your mother furnishes a pair of yoga pants to everyone, and everyone needs help to
squeeze into them, but your family finally does it. Kira’s legs had to be cut due to them being too long, but otherwise the only real problem is
how they seem to be almost see-thru over your mother’s tush.
“Alright, now that that is done,” your mother pants from the strain, “we need some ice for the cooler. Hal will you go get some?”
“What?” you yell too loudly again, “Mom I do not want to be seen with this ass!”
“What do you care what others think?” your dad says sternly, “Just go get the ice.”
“I’ll go with you,” Kira offers.
“Wonderful,” your mother claps, “Now you two go get us that ice!” You and Kira each grab a bucket and squeeze through the door, your butts
scraping the sides. As you close the door you see your parents plop down on their big asses as if hey were beanbag chairs.
The campsite had multiple cabins, and a communal ice chest for those who camped outside and didn’t rent a cabin. You and Kira headed for that
communal ice chest now, but in order to do so, you had to wander through a group of girls, at least 5 of them, and some other kids a little older
than Kira. You were not looking forward to this.
You tried to just stare at the ground, but Kira was waving to everyone as you walked. You could feel your ass cheeks swing from side to side, with
a force and weight in each swing. Kira ran ahead and you examined her butt and the changes to it, thinking that they would apply to your own
transformation. The sway of her hips and ass, an ass as wide as she was tall, and only slightly smaller than your own, was almost hypnotic to
watch.
You both arrived at the ice chest, and it was only then that you realized you hadn’t heard one joke, and with an ass the size of your own, that was
definitely something strange. A hand rubbing your left butt cheek shocked you out of your thoughts, as Kira filled the buckets. You spun around,
knocking over two girls as you did so, to be greeted by a mob of people staring at your ass, and Kira’s! You recognized them as the girl and kids
from before.
“Can we help you?” you asked slapping down the hand of one 11-year-old boy as he tried to touch Kira’s butt.
“Must rub ass,” a few of them moaned, like a pack of zombies.
“Maybe next time,” you tell them as you grab Kira and the buckets and high tailed it back to the cabin. A glance over your shoulder showed the
crowd growing as they fixated on the big rumps of you and your sister.
You returned to the cabin and slammed the door behind you as the crowd gathered outside. You turned to see your parents rubbing their asses
together. They immediately stopped and tried to play it off. “We have a problem!” you said frantically.
“What kind of problem?” your mother asked as she cocked her hip to the side, almost toppling your father with her posterior. “Is it overly large
butts because we know about that one!”
“No not that,” you say getting scared as you see the crowd was staying put and not dispersing.
“There’s no problem,” Kira piped up. “Our big badonkadonk’s hypnotize people! How awesome is that?”