The morning risers...

"Empty", Julius said resignedly, as he ran his finger over the top of another cup by the pool's bar. He tried to detect any remnants of a peculiar substance, but apart from know ****, he did not come across anything unusual or suspicious, "Hey, are you listening to me?"

Tybalt paid no attention to him at all. He was engrossed in the image of a brunette from last night, who had recently woken up on the edge of the pool. Confused girl, with legs partially submerged in water, was absorbed by the huge swollen rod, that grew from under the bottom of her bikini. Brunette stared at the phenomenon in a daze, then she hissed in pain and adjusted her swimming panties to free her new hairy testicles from clothing prison.

"Sorry, I don't know why, but this view is kind of hot...", Tybalt finally opened his mouth. His hands unknowingly wanted to go to his recently worn boxer shorts, "You know what..."

"What?", Julius asked despondently, seeing that his cousin did not continue the sentence by himself.

"I am thinking of changing my title from Prince of Cats to the Prince of Pussies", his kin rolled his eyes at the sound of this wordplay, "More catchy."

Julius slightly embarrassed, looked away and saw Romea. The girl walked towards him with a strange cowboy gait. She looked really tense.

"Em ... J.C.", she began to speak dully, not knowing how to say it right, "Could you please help me with ... peeing."

"Oh ... sure, cutie pie", they felt both equally awkward about the situation.

The couple went to a secluded place, on the way passing some newly awakened guy, who unware of the change, was trying to pump up the doggystyle some still not completly sober chick. The woman certainly did not feel anything special from behind, except her own dangling balls.

"Relax, Romy", Julius stood behind his love like a golf instructor. He grabbed her golf club, to which the girl react with a slight grunt, "Please relax, loosen your muscles."

Romea, despite the recent events, felt safe in the hands of her beloved. Only thanks to this, she was able to calm the panic enough for the yellow liquid to flew out. Julius bore exceedingly poor the fact that he was holding a foreign tool, swollen, with a vein pulsating from the stream. However, he wanted to endure bad feelings for his love.

"I'm so sorry you had to do this", Romea turned to him, after finishing and putting the gear back to her pants, "I feel ashamed, but I really thank you. I don't know what I would do, if you hadn't been with me since this morning."

"Honestly, it's just your presence that keeps me from going insane", Julius replied, embracing his future wife. He even bore the touch of the hard shape that grew in her jeans at the feel of his body.

Neither of them knew how to resolve this mess, but of one thing they were sure, the wedding plans remained unchange in their minds, for better and for worse.