Without particularly thinking about it, you find yourself meandering toward the park, your primal instincts drawn toward the promise of seeing some cheap boobs. When you arrive you see a large tent with signs outside suggesting that this was the place to be. As you approach, you nod at the bouncers at the entrance to the tent, who look you up and down to try and determine your age. Without a word, the more senior looking of the two gestures his head toward the entrance, allowing you in.
Unfortunately, it appears you've missed most of the show, but you grab a drink and sit down at an empty table near the front.
"Alright folks, it's time for the final round, and this time, you're all involved!" you hear the announcer say as an attractive lady walks around among the tables handing out water pistols. She approaches your table and smiles at you. "Get 'em good." she says to you. You then remove your own water gun from your pocket.
"No thanks." you say to her. "I've come armed." you smirk, with a cheesy smile.
She laughs and moves on.
After a few minutes, you start to work on your drink, whilst idly checking your social media accounts on your phone until you hear the announcers' voice pipe up on the microphone again.
"Let's welcome our girls back onto the stage!" his voice echoes, causing responsive applause from the audience, followed by a trio of young ladies walking into the stage. "Yeowza..." you think to yourself, no wonder these girls made the final round! They had their names printed on their super-tight tank tops as well as really short shorts. You began weighing up their features.
The first girl was Hilary. She was the tallest of the three, had long, straight ginger hair which fell half way down her back. She was also the slimmest of the three, but possessed an incredibly generous amount of breast for someone this slender.
Girl number two had the name Livi printed on her shirt... short for Olivia perhaps? She was a brunette, with wavey hair which came down to her shoulders. She was slightly the shortest of the three but not by much. She wasn't as slim as Hilary but still sported ample breasts.
The last girl was Becky. She was blonde, had slightly shorter hair than Livi and had a more curvy physique, but had all of those curves in the right place, especially her waist and hips which were to die for. And since you're interested, she also had a great pair of tits. Upon closer inspection, you believe you recognize this girl from a couple of years below you at school, putting her at around 19 years old or so.
The girls seemed to be in good spirit, striking sexy poses and looking damn fine. Whilst inspecting the girls, you also notice the blonde waitress who tried to offer you a water pistol. She was obviously a little older than the girls who were in for a soaking, and was quite slim and less well-endowed but still attractive. You wonder if it's a wise idea with her standing so close to the 'targets'. Her white blouse and black skirt was much less skimpy attire than the girls stood by her, but perhaps getting wet wasn't in her job role.
"Three... two.... one...." the announcer proclaimed. You glance down at your water gun, and before picking it up, you glance at the dials on the side, specifically the one pointing to 'Grow'.
You laugh it off, declaring to yourself that no gun in the world possibly had the power to make people grow, and idly left the dial set to the GROW function. You stand up, along with most of the men near the front of the makeshift stage. Among the excitement was a lot of cat calling, whooping, and general rowdiness one would associate with this kind of activity.
"Go!" screams the announcer. In no time at all, the three women are doused with liquid and suddenly, very little is left to the imagination as they scream and shriek at the cold water hitting them. You're about to fire, and catch a glimpse of the attractive waitress again. The question is, how devious do you feel?