Ally Wilson (Sis Boom Bah) and the cheerleaders

Happy to finally have a chance to relax, you take a seat at the edge of the pool and give a sigh of relief when your sore feet dip into the cool water. Savoring the peace and quiet, you start to think that maybe you can finally enjoy yourself here.

Suddenly, the calm is broken by the sound of high-pitched, girlish squeals and whooo’s coming from the changing booths behind you. You quickly look back towards the sudden commotion and see one of the booth doors swing open, revealing a very curvy redhead in a very skimpy string bikini. You watch the girl’s huge breasts jiggle and strain against her top as she excitedly bounces in place. “Last one in’s gotta lose their top,” you hear her declare before she starts running towards the pool. Moments later, you see more booths open up, revealing more shapely women in revealing swimsuits. The cacophony of voices erupts once more as the women run after their redheaded friend.

“H-hey, no fair!”

“I never agreed to that.”

“Girls, girls, it’s not a race.”

“Who wants to play chicken?”

“Has someone seen my beachball?”

Next thing you know, there’s a whole group of bouncy, voluptuous women stampeding towards you as you sit in their path to the pool. In their excitement, they haven’t noticed you yet, and there’s no time for you to alert them or even scramble out of the way. Instinctively, you duck your head and curl yourself up as best you can, hoping you’ll be safe if you take up the least amount of space possible. In just a few moments, the girls start running and leaping past you, plunging themselves into the pool while miraculously avoiding you. Noticing that you haven’t been run over yet, you peek your head up to see a wave of thick thighs, big asses, toned waists, and jiggly breasts quickly flying by you, a sight to behold if you weren’t at risk of getting stepped on. After a few terrifying moments, all the girls are in the pool, and you’re unscathed, amazingly. In the clear, you stand up and give another sigh of relief as you watch the girls raucously playing in the pool, all of them unaware of the tiny man they nearly ran over. You can hardly believe you got out of that ok. You’re almost thankful you’ve shrunk as much as you did...almost.

Your peace and quiet upheaved by this furor of females, you decide it might be best to try and find some other place to relax before your first match. Just as you turn around, however, you see one more woman, a pretty brunette, bounding towards you with a large beachball in hand. “Hey girls, I finally found my ball,” she yells as she runs over, explaining why she was lagging behind. With no time to react, you can do nothing but feel the sensation of her smooth stomach colliding with your face as she obliviously barrels through you and jumps into the pool, unwittingly bringing you along for the ride.

You feel yourself sink into the water with this bigger, oblivious girl, but, in all the chaos, you two are quickly separated as she swims off to join her friends. It takes a few moments, but you manage to reorient yourself and peek your head out of the surface of the water. When you do, you realize that you’re now surrounded by all these vibrant girls enjoying themselves in the pool: some are swimming, some are playing games, some are splashing each other. Everywhere you look, you see tantalizing, wet female flesh bouncing all over the place. It’s a wonderful sight, but a part of you thinks you might need to get out of here before these girls notice you and mistake you for some sort of creeper, or something.

You give a disappointed sigh. So much for relaxing.