{"sf1_id":1275637,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Chemicals in the Water","author":"Final_Furry","words":416,"posted_at":"2017-12-15T23:16:00.000Z","tags":["Balls","Butt","Male","Masturbation","Muscle","Nudity","Penis","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1275637-chemicals-in-the-water","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1275637","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1275637\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"One of my earliest memories is laying on the couch with a fever as I listened to the thunderstorm\u0026nbsp;outside. That world of dripping grey stirred my imagination. I was certain there were creatures out there\u0026nbsp;in the woods, mummified husks laying dormant under the forest floor with dry, pork-rind skin waiting to\u0026nbsp;be revived by the water. I wondered if they would come stalking in through the back door, pelting the\u0026nbsp;hard wood floors with fat sopping drops.\n\nOne night, I awoke and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water when a sound caught my ear. The\u0026nbsp;pool in our backyard seemed to be occupied. Peeking through the curtain, I caught a bizarre sight.\u0026nbsp;There in the middle of our pool was a gigantic naked man, his broad muscular back rising like an obelisk\u0026nbsp;from the water. By the moonlight, I could see that his skin was not a natural color, but what appeared to\u0026nbsp;be green. He moved, thrusting wildly into something he held in place over his crotch.\n\nThose flailing arms were instantly recognizable...It was Kermit. A puppet, of course and not the real\u0026nbsp;Kermit. The familiar face bulged outward every time the man thrust into it with what appeared to be a\u0026nbsp;massive cock stretching the puppet until it was more of a condom than anything.\n\nThe man I could not recognize at all. He was bald, with a pair of goggles over his eyes, grunting and\u0026nbsp;straining as his chiseled green buttocks jackhammered back and forth. A set of balls bigger than\u0026nbsp;macadamias whipped up out of the water and smacked Kermit in the face before plopping back in the\u0026nbsp;water. Once in a while, he took one hand off his cock to tweak one of the brighter green nipples on his\u0026nbsp;barrel chest.\n\nI screamed out of pure instinct and the frogman reacted. He climbed out of the pool and squatted down\u0026nbsp;on all fours, allowing me to see that he was wearing scuba flippers in addition to the great canyon of a\u0026nbsp;hairless asscrack that he presented.\n\nWith great leaps he crossed our yard and into the woods beyond the shoddy picket fence. Kermit\u0026nbsp;remained on his massive cock, wagging wildly with his motions until both disappeared into the night.\u0026nbsp;I flipped on the kitchen lights and ran to the phone, intending to call the police. I froze with my thumb on\u0026nbsp;the keypad.\u0026nbsp;\n\n**green...**\n\nI had taken one sip of the water- the reason I came down here in the first place. I tossed the phone down\u0026nbsp;and made my way out to the pool.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}