Flexing for admirers

Getting down to business, Taylor scooped up his clothes and made his way out of the room. He didn't bring any belongings with him outside of what he would be wearing, so he was free to toss his clothes onto a nearby couch and retrieve it as his leisure without fear of anything being stolen. At most he would have his clothes stolen, and that didn't bother him, as he was more than okay with walking home in the tight thong he was wearing.

As he walked along, he noticed he was turning quite a few heads. He couldn't help but wink at those who looked at him, causing a few of them to turn away and blush, or others to roll their eyes. Either way, the fact that they looked in the first place filled him with pleasure.

To Taylor, there was no reason to go to a party and not drink, so he headed out to the back near the pool where the music was at its loudest. A catchy dance tune was playing, and Taylor couldn’t help but getting into the mood of it. As he grabbed a beer on a table and began drinking, he started getting lost in the music, occasionally swinging his hips to the beat and making his tight ball-filled bulge bounce around. Once the beer started to set in and make him slightly buzzed, he started shaking his hips more to make his red bulge consciously bounce more, the slight inebriation only serving to make him more confident.

This was attracting the attention of quite a few partygoers, who couldn’t help but stare. One group of three started giggling and whispering looking at him in their own conversation, and eventually, one of the three from the group approached him. It was a black and white tuxedo cat, wearing similarly fashioned black and white bikini with polka dots.

Despite her refined looking fur, she spoke much more casually than he was expecting. “Hey man, what brings you here?”

Taylor responded, though he continued swinging back and forth to the music as he did. He was glad she seemed easy to talk to. “Nothing much, just like the atmosphere of these kinds of parties, you know? Figured I might as well show up”

“Hey, I dig that. This is a cool place, with cool people.” She paused, twirling her hair, hesitant to continue.. “Anyway, hope you don’t mind me saying, but me and my friends were admiring you from afar. You’ve got a great bod, you know that?”

Taylor grinned. This is just what he loved to hear. “Well, I try. It takes a lot of work maintaining these.”

He bounces his pecs, causing the cat’s eyes to shift towards his chest and blush. Quickly, she turned around and called out to her friends.

“Damn! Hey guys, come check out the gun show! You’re missing out!” The cat called out to his friends. They both walked over, a pudgy brown dog girl wearing a floral print one-piece who was coyly looking at Taylor, and a skinny grey rat man in purple trunks averting his gaze shyly.

They were clearly less confident than the cat, and had a hard time looking at him, even though he knew they wanted to. Seeing the small rat, the gator couldn’t help but call out to him, pointing as he does. “Hey! You there, skinny boy! Don’t think I didn’t see you checking me out earlier.”

He squeaks, shocked at getting called out so suddenly. “Ah! Sorry, I- um…”

Taylor quickens up what he was going to say, seeing how nervous the rat was. “Hey, don’t be all shy on me! This show is for everyone, so if you want to look, then go ahead and look! I don’t discriminate!” He winks, causing the rat to blush even harder.

He then points towards the dog, who had been trying not to look at his face and not downwards while confronting him. “You too, missy! Don’t dance your eyes around my face, you’re more than allowed to look at my body. I’m the one displaying it, after all.”

“Goodness! Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look.” She replied quietly.

The cat cheers at this, happily. “See you two? I told you this dude seemed cool. There’s no way someone wearing an outfit like that wouldn’t mind you guys looking at him.” She giggles, before continuing, “You know, while the party’s nice and all, it was a little dull until a hunk like you showed up. You should get to a more public place and flex for us all. It’ll help everyone chill out and give us something to look at.” She flutters her eyes, before adding “I know I personally would like something nice to look at.”

Taylor didn’t have to be told twice. “You know, that sounds like a great idea. And I think I know just the place!” He gave the small group a wave to signal he was leaving, and moved towards the other side of the pool, and stood on a small diving board. He called out to them while flexing a bicep. “How’s this?”

“Yeah! Looking great! Hey everyone, the party’s arrived!” The cat called back, while the rat gave a meek clap and the dog gave a softer cheer. As they cheered for him, if Taylor wasn’t attracting looks before, he certainly was now. The gator was posing flexing his arms wide, standing tall on the diving board, in a bright red thong that was easy to spot swaying side to side He could hear their comments of varying approval just barely through the noise of the music.

“Whoa! I didn’t realize it was that kind of party!”

“What a show off…”

“Hell yeah! Show it off!”

“Wish I had a body like that. Good body and bulge, too.”

“Damn, nice! I didn’t realize this place had a hot pool boy!”

From a flash, Taylor could tell that someone was even taking a picture, maybe even recording him. His thoughts were swimming with self-praise. God damn, going to this party was the best decision I’ve made. I feel like a model down a runway.

He continued posing, cycling through poses so everyone could get a better look at him. He even turned around a during one of his poses and purposefully lifted his heavy tail so people could see his toned backside. After all, he did squats, why shouldn’t they get to appreciate what those squats led to? He bounced his pecs and moved left and right to let people appreciate many angles of him.

While Taylor was enjoying this, what he didn’t know is that every pose he was doing was stretching that thin piece of fabric to its limits and was coming closer and closer to breaking with every open legged pose he made.

This was pushed too far when he did a particularly bold pose. Squatting down and spreading his legs apart, his deceptively large bulge dangling downwards in between his trunk sized thighs. He smirked as he flexed his arms high in the air, letting his biceps bulge upwards. As he pushed his knees outwards, the fabric was strained enough the finally let out a loud snapping sound. Normally, Taylor would be too in the moment to even hear such a thing, but it did leave a stinging sensation on his legs from the snapping.

Quickly, Taylor’s eyes darted down, and there he saw a tiny little penis, barely over an inch and mostly composed of the head, nestled between his much more sizable testicles. He eyes went wide, no one had ever seen his dick before outside of when he was very young. As confident as he was, he hadn't been in a relationship, being too busy with improving himself, so no one had seen him as bare as he was. And now, there was a whole crowd of people staring directly at his minuscule gator nub.