The Pool: The Little Boy

The young boy, meanwhile was making a great effort not to soil his pants. The boy, whose name was Benny, had was no farther in his changes than Sally. He had grown a little, aging a year or two, his skin tone darkening a little as well. But of course, he hadn't notice such changes yet. The two ladies in green were fighting, grappling and rolling around on the ground. Both Charles and Richard were on the cusp of completing their changes into lovely looking celt women. Charles was slender, with a supple body that accentuated her C cup breasts and freckled face, her braid now as long as she was tall. Richard's red mane, on the other hand, now reached to her ample posterior, and her body was far more on the voluptuous side. Benny noticed the girl his age returning to the group, headed towards the two dark brown people in white. Curious, though still quite scared, Benny arose from the lounge chair, unaware of the consequences of the action.