Pumping Chelsea 2
by tannim
March 01, 2017

	"Miss Chamberlain! I, ah... didn't expect to see you back so soon after what, er... happened." Morris licked his lips, nervous at seeing the dog he'd practically raped last time he was alone with her on his doorstep.  When she didn't hit him, he decided he should be a bit more friendly. "You look well.  Quite large still, I'm happy to say."

	"Yeah... My pussy mound is pretty big, I guess." The Karelian Bear dog looked down to her still swollen vulva.  It was a little smaller than when Mr. Nolan had pumped and abused it, but it was still close to soccer ball sized.  It indented against her inner thighs and shifted while she rocked back and forth with somewhat nervous excitement.  He had been rough with her.  She'd liked it. "That's why I'm here.  You said you wanted to make me big so Reese would have a friend like her." Chelsea stopped rocking and held both hands to her side, not sure how to say it.  She finally settled for. "I'm not big enough."

	"Would you like to come in?" Morris stepped back and let her in. "My wife is out with Reese clothes shopping.  They'll be some hours yet.  Reese doesn't like dresses and her mother will insist she try on several before giving in to pants again." He locked the door and sat down, wearing pretty much the same swim trunks he'd worn last time. "Reese does go through a lot of pants with all the friction."

	"I can imagine." Chelsea squeezed her legs around her mound again to show she also had a lot of friction when walking. "The week after you did this to me was actually a lot of fun.  Every step I take makes me notice myself down there.  Just laying down in bed draws my attention to it.  Boys and girls all notice me instantly instead of ignoring me.  Some even try to touch me."

	"Yes, I think I said something about that.  I'm glad it's working out for you." The otter crossed his legs, giving her a good view of his side scrotum through the narrow crotch strip of his swim trunks.  After a moment he leaned forward, resting his hands on the horizontal leg.  "What exactly do you want?"

	"Pump me again." She met his gaze as well as any twelve year old could. "Bigger.  Much bigger."

	"That does sound fun."

	Chelsea sat down next to him. "I'd like it to be now, please."

	"The cups are down stairs.  You'll have to come with me to the basement again."

	She pulled him up and lead the way. "After the pumping, is there anything you can do to stop me from shrinking? I don't want it to get smaller again."
	He was quiet on the way down and quiet when she hurried to the same recliner he'd bound her to last time.  Morris didn't bother binding her again.  She was clearly willing so there was no point.  It was less exciting for him, but probably better overall.  Instead he busied himself thinking and digging the box of vacuum gear out.

	Chelsea watched him, fidgeted, and adjusted the seat a few times, but he didn't hurry pulling the heavy acrylic cylinders out.  Each one was set gentle down and the next bigger size pulled out.  A thought made her stand and strip down until she was fully naked.  He didn't get to watch, but that was ok to her.

	She sat back down in time for him to work through the third set."What's the biggest size you have?"

	"About four feet wide diameter interior with about six feet long." Morris pat a huge box next to him. "I wasn't sure how big my daughter would grow and a friend of mine with a factory owed me.  I don't think it will fit over your groin yet." He opened the very big box and pulled a smaller one out of the biggest. "Perhaps this one for now.  Only three feet wide diameter and five feet long.  The opening is smaller and one of the silicone seal rings should work."

	The young dog's eyes were wide at the sight of both and her excitement showed by wetness reflecting off her bare mound. "Do I get to be oiled up again?"

	Morris sat the massive vaguely fishbowl shaped cylinder down and picked up the tube of gel that he had used last time. "Oh yes indeed.  Heh, Can't get a good seal without my getting a good feel! That sounded better in my head."

	Even naked and hot in front of a man who had done bad things to her, that made Chelsea laugh. "It sounded ok.  I'm ready, now.  See, my knees are even on the chairs to keep them out of the way."

	The otter pat her feet and smiled.  His old recliner had made a good semi-gynocological chair last time, but the lack of stirrups to bind her legs had made him improves.  Two old chairs had worked at the time and would have work now, even if he didn't have to bind them this time.  He decided to be nice and stuff a pillow under each knee before getting to business.

	"So I see.  Hopefully this makes it more comfortable this time.  That just leaves the oil." Morris looked down at the tube in his hand, then at her nine inch diameter vulva. "I don't think this tube is going to have enough.  Luckily, I had planned ahead and have a fair sized tub of it."

	He pulled a gallon sized hand pump bottle similar to a large soap dispenser filled with transparent pale green gel and simply pumped several squirts onto Chelsea's clitoris and outer labia.  The cold gel made the dog shiver and squirm, but his hands touching her a few seconds later eased that discomfort with their heat spreading through it while he spread the rapidly warming stuff around.

	Now that it was consensual, the girl found it to be very nice.  Somebody else's fingers sliding up and down her lightly fuzzed outer labia felt much better than her own.  His light squeezing and gentle pressure made soft puffy her vulva jiggle and sway.  Her own arousal made it move, too.

	She'd come to love how even being lightly aroused made the hugely stretched flesh shift more than if she'd been at the peak of arousal during an orgasm when normal sized.  It made masturbation much more entertaining and almost made her pussy feel like another person.  Bigger would be even better.  It had to be.

	Morris knelt in front of her to run his hands down it and along the back side.  He paused to fill a cupped hand, then went back to it, kneading it into the fur around her buttocks, over her anus, and back up and around again.  Another handful had him squeezing it into her soft labial folds between the gap of her inner and out lips.  The heavy pair had quite a valley to rub it into on each side and a third valley at the center of her mound from clit down to perineum.

	Chelsea's own moisture added plenty of lubrication there, but he wanted to rub it anyway.  It reminded him of washing or simply pleasuring his daughter, only without the father daughter connection.  The otter couldn't resist pressing his muzzle to it and lightly sucking at her clit.

	When he pulled back some seconds later, he gave Chelsea's cunt a wet slap to watch it jiggle one more time. "There.  That's as good as I'm going to get it.  If I do any more, I'd be too tempting to fuck you first."

	"I guess I wouldn't really mind that.  But, yeah, I'd like to get the new pumping first."

	Morris pulled the huge cylinder closer, then shoved it between her legs so that her pussy slid into the wide open four inch wide long semi-oval fishbowl like neck.  There was a big gap between her pubic region and the rim.  He measured it to be a full two of his fists wide.

	"Going to take a couple silicone seals to plug this gap, but I think it'll work." He fished around and wrapped a long white rubbery ring with one side cut around her groin.

	Pushing down, the rim slid into a slot in the bottom to make a seal.  It took five more just like it to close the gap enough.  The extra ones couldn't slide onto the rim, but the sixth was tight enough as he tucked it in that air wouldn't get in.  Pressure from the last one made Chelsea's mound bulge in the cylinder.

	She leaned down to look at it more closely. "It looks so small in there."

	"Well, you wanted to grow big, so I used big.  This way I won't have to stop to swap cup sizes like last time." He attached the vacuum hose as he continued on. "The only reason I didn't use the biggest is because sealing the gap would have been to much work.  Anyway, all ready now." With a flip of a switch, the suction kicked on to high and he smiled at her. "Should I stop when you prolapse again?"

	Her fingers dug into the recliner in surprise at the sudden pressure and noise. "If I say to!"

	Air hissed out the other end from the vacuum pump and there was a dramatic tightening around the Chelsea's groin where her hips gave way to the seal layers.  The silicone indented a little, but held.  As with last time, she felt like something was pulling at every bit of her exposed vulva at once and that was exactly what was happening.

	Vacuum pressure built steadily around her pussy mound and as it did, the soft labial flesh puffed up and swelled out.  Her inner lips protruded further out and fattened up a full inch for both, from just under two inches wide each to just over three in just the first minute.  Both outer labia swelled as well, but far less rapidly than the softer inner pair.  Their original four inch width growing just half an inch for each of them.  It was quite rapidly compared to last time and Chelsea rubbed at the clear plastic casing over clit as though she could touch it.

	Morris watched her grow with interest.  He'd enjoyed the first pumping greatly.  He was enjoying the new one even more.

	Stepping closer, he pressed his bulging swim trunks to the right side of the recliner. "Seems I'm pumping too.  Would you like to pull these down and make some room for it?"

	The girl just grabbed his cock through the smooth fabric and squeezed it. "You don't like tight?"

	"I like my wife tight.  I like my daughter and her friends big.  Big doesn't lend itself to tight."

	Chelsea kept her grip and his trunks tight. "I'll be really big soon.  You'll have to wait.  What is that stuff you rubbed on again?"

	"Little capsaicin, aloe juice, mineral oil, a gelling agent, and I forget the rest.  Makes your flesh super moist, keeps it lubricated, and forms an air blocking seal to keep the pressure going." He tapped the cup over her mound. "Look how big your clit has already grown.  Its nearly two inches long and almost as wide.  I think you're ready for more pressure."

	He didn't ask, the dial was adjusted, the motor revved louder, and Chelsea's hips lifted up.  Her mound stayed put with the weight of itself and the cylinder pulling it keeping it in place.  The pliable pussy lips pulsed and inflated further, though.

	They almost magically spread out another inch with only another minute.  Both inner and outer grew quickly with the much higher vacuum.  Pussy juice dribbled out with the pretty young bitch growing more aroused with excitement and the intimate tugging pressure.

	She bore down when she felt the suction move up her vulva into her vagina.  Her uterus slid halfway out before she could clench hard enough to keep it in.  Chelsea wanted all that pressure on her outer parts.  The inside areas could wait!

	When her mound when in, there was almost two feet of space between it and the clear plastic walls.  That space disappeared steadily as her mound swelled within.  She felt dizzy from the blood filling that extra space as well as from arousal.  Morris held a glass of orange juice up to her lips to drink after five minutes of steady pumping.

	"Here, have a drink.  All that fluid your leaking will probably be making you thirsty."

	Chelsea chugged it down simply watched the steady growth.  Her pussy looked bigger than Reese's to her eyes, though it was only about the same size to Morris.  After another ten it really was bigger.  Almost three feet from groin to tip and about that from front to back with her puffy wet labia kissing the acrylic walls hard.

	He let her go another two minutes, but her mound didn't have room for more and he stopped the pump. "There... big and beautiful."

	Shaking her head no, the girl whined. "No... turn it back on.  I'm not big enough.  Let me have the other one!"

	Frowning, Morris released the vacuum and tugged the seals loose. "That's enough.  I don't wan to lug the other one over here.  These things are heavy."

	"Please? Bigger!" Chelsea squeezed her legs over her mound when it was pulled free.

	The big otter knelt down and nuzzled into her massive folds, kissing inner labia as wide as his head. "So nice and soft already." He pushed his chest against her too, then winced as her foot bumped against his head with another squeeze. "Hey, careful."

	She didn't look happy. "I said more, Mr. Nolan!"

	"I'm not grabbing the other one.  It's good enough for now.  Ow!" He caught her leg when she kicked him again, then grabbed her slick pussy with the other hand and yanked on it hard enough to make her slide off the recliner. "How about I just yank them bigger?" Sounding annoyed, Morris stood, stepped on her right inner flap, and bent to grab the entire left side of her mound with both arms.  He jerked up hard and pulled it up with him.  His weight kept the other half in place. "Like this!"

	Chelsea's muzzle gaped wide at him for several seconds in surprise, but she just smiled when she saw him pulling them. "Stretch me, flatten me, ruin me so I'm loose and floppy.  Yes.  Just like that."

	"Oh really?" The annoyance he'd had before changed to curious interest.  Her pulled up harder and hugged the swollen flesh hard against his chest as he stood straighter.  His eyes stayed on her face while he pulled her mound further and further open.  There was nothing to see but excitement from the girl, followed by an arching of her back when his foot slipped and he accidentally drove his knee down into her instead when he fell. "Oh! I'm sorry! Uh... yeah, I forgot.  You're pretty durable down here, aren't you?"

	Morris let go of her pussy and gave it a rough slap.  When she didn't say stop, he gave her another.  She just looked happy and said Bigger again.

	"So long as you get bigger I can be rough, huh? Well, I can live with that." Giving one more open palmed spread fingered swat to make the puffy pussy mound jiggle, the otter knelt on top of her mound and bounced his full weight on it. "Maybe I can knead them a bit to make them longer for you. If I used the other cup, you wouldn't be able to walk.  You probably can't even waddle around with it as it is!"

	Chelsea's legs closed briefly and she sounded dazed but happy as she spoke. "Yeah."

	Kneeling didn't do much of anything to stretch them, but Morris had always wanted to do it to his daughter.  Reese's naturally large mound was so tempting for a lot of things he didn't dare do to it.  If this little dog wasn't going to let him after making him pump her so big, then he was going to have his fun with her instead.

	He bounced on them just to enjoy feeling her labia shift under his weight at first.  She was really slick with the oil and her own natural lubricant.  Even just bouncing on his knees and lower legs made him slide off after only seven times.  It was as good as any reason to try something else and he stood to step on them again instead.

	The outer lips weren't nearly as slippery as the inner and he was able to stand relatively steady on them.  Both bare feet disappeared into the puffy pumped pussy flesh.  There was so much even his ankles sank out of sight.

	Chelsea spread her legs wide to keep them out of her way and leaned back against the base of the chair.  After fantasizing so long about having her pussy pumped again, she was too excited and dizzy to feel any discomfort down there.  The thrill of it made even the rough attention pleasant and hot.  Lust her hand drifting to her clitoris, but she stopped just before getting there.  He was doing fine without her and there was no reason to hurry things along.  Letting somebody walk on her cunny was something she hadn't thought of.  All the pressure of his body weight pressing on one spot was intense.

	Morris spread his arms out to keep his balance and walk over her mound as best he could.  There was enough of her to take a few small steps around it if he put one foot right in front of another.  Chelsea looked oddly happy about it.  Everything he did to her made her feel good it seemed, including using her labia as a wet carpet.  Maybe he could stretch her bigger after all if it wasn't going to hurt her too badly.

	He stepped over everywhere he could as evenly as he could, then jumped and came down on his knees on her pussy.  It was a childish thing to do, but one of those whims he'd wanted to do since Reese was born.  Chelsea bucked her hips up and arched her back from the impact, but otherwise she just stared at him in a happy daze.  She did suck in a few deep breaths, but otherwise her breathing stayed about the same as far as he could tell.

	The otter stood on her again, then lifted a foot and stomped over her mound. "So this is really ok, huh?"

	"Yuh..."

	It was little more than a grunt that sounded a bit like yes, but that was good enough for him.  Morris stomped four more times just for the enjoyment of her soft plump vulva squishing against his soles before getting the urge out of his system.  The annoyance he'd felt at her kicking was gone after all that.  What had she said again? Ruin her, stretch her, make her loose and floppy, that was it, or close enough.

	"Now, stretchy and loose.  You seemed to like it when I pulled you open earlier.  Well, lets try that again, shall we?" He picked the young dog up and dropped her onto her vulva first on the recliner.  It indented under her own weight. "I think a nice big hug, first."

	Chelsea wasn't sure what that had to do with it until he wrapped both arms around her mound and squeezed hard in a bear hug.  All the flesh of her mound displaced around his flexing chest, hands, and arms until it pushed her up several inches higher and she felt her pussy bump against the bulge in his shorts.  She smiled faintly at the touch, frowned as he let go, then laughed and caught his shoulders when he hugged it just as hard again.

	His fingers dug into her labia throughout the second hug and kept a handful each when he let up again.  He let her rest on the recliner again, then pulled her over-pumped cunt out from under her until it stuck out over the edge of the seat.  Chelsea shivered when her inner labia were drug along the chair's semi-smooth cushion and she couldn't stop her legs from closing together from pleasure.

	"Ohhh... Good so far."

	"Yeah, good." Morris pushed his hands between her giant lips and spread her open. "It looks pretty loose already, but since you want it ruined.  I think I can do better." The otter pushed the two halves further apart, then pulled a hand out to slap her clenching legs. "Get those out of the way and keep them that way.  Yeah, all the way down... That's better."

	His hand went back in and she felt her left and right labia shoved hard apart.  Her flesh resisted the shoving as best it could, but he was a lot stronger than her twelve year old genitals.  Both halves opened wider and bent until they were almost flat like a pair of legs doing the splits.  Morris pushed his hips between and against them while his hands kept up the pressure until they really were fully horizontal.

	Chelsea grunted with each push and stared down at herself.  She'd never seen a pussy opened so wide before, at least, one with so much flesh to spread apart.  There were taut areas at her groin where the flesh was really fighting not to stretch which caught her eye.  Touching them made her realize how much effort he was putting in to hold her open like that.  They were so hard from tension they turned white at a touch.

	When he let go of the right half of her mound, it swung around like a spring to slap wetly against his side.  He used the newly freed hand to bend the other half harder.  One hand pushed toward him from the back, the other pushed away from him while holding the edge.  That half also swung back to splat against him when his grip slipped.

	Morris switched to the right half to stretch it just like he had the other, then went back to the left when his grip slipped again.  He let go on purpose after pulling it up hard while stretching it and was amused to see the flesh didn't swinging back as rapidly as it had before.  If she wanted loose and ruined, he'd give it to her.

	He jerked a foot up to press against her pelvis above her mound, then pulled on the right side labia until her but shifted in the chair and only his heel held her in place.  They both watched the flesh stretched out taut in his grip until her wet folds again slipped free.  The otter grabbed it quickly and dug his claws in to hold it better as he stretched it once more.  None of them penetrated her skin, but they scratched pretty deep.  He didn't worry, if the rest hadn't hurt, that didn't.  She certainly didn't act like it did despite him pulling her flaps nearly six inches further already.

	The other side followed just as before with both halves being tugged severely several times.  Each time they lost just a little bit more of their elasticity.  When he dropped her mound and rested his arms, it looked semi-deflated at the tip.  That was encouraging.

	After a few seconds of resting, he knelt and pushed both arms back between them to plush both hands in as deep as he could.  Morris was up to his shoulders before he felt her birth canal.  She had so much flesh down there he could stuff a whole arm in without even going into her pelvis and into her actual vagina.  So much like his lovely Reese.

	Again he spread both arms and forced her massive mound open wide.  It spread easier than it had, but still tried to close.  He decided it shouldn't flex back anymore.  Holding one side open as wide as it could go, he smacked it hard with his free hand on the inside over anything that looked taut.

	Chelsea jumped at that first smack and shivered at the continued beating.  She was too far gone in lust to feel anything other than pleasure from having her pussy tenderized.  Her clitoris twitched every time he hit her below it.  Her almost flat chest rose and fell rapidly with her heavy breathing.  Sucking in fast shallow breaths and keeping her mouth gaping, she let it happen and loved it.  She was so wide, so BIG.

	Morris slapped the other flap just as he did the first.  It did help.  They didn't stay together nearly as well anymore and when he let go they hung lower than they had as well as parted.  Stretching them open had also stretched them longer so they sagged.  He'd never seen a girl sag there.  He definitely needed to now.

	Grabbing both outer labia, he jerked them hard away from her.  Chelsea's body lifted up away from the chair.  He let them drop and quickly grabbed her wrists and bound them in place on the arms again.  She didn't resist in any way.  Another try, another binding to strap her waist to the back, and he could finally pull her vulva freely.

	Stretching one at a time was easier than both at once, he found.  He could put his full weight and strength behind each pull and watched the flesh distort under the pressure.  The flaps fought a little at first, but gave way after just a minute of vigorous yanking.

	The girl's pink flesh turned white during the intense stretching, only to pinken up again as soon as he let go.  All the thickness she'd gained from the vacuum pumping narrowed to length as the tissue was worked time after time.  Long lines formed in the flesh where some gave way and some held during each stretch, like a plastic bag stretching instead of ripping.  He kept at it, yanking up as well as back at times.

	Chelsea's breathing came in desperate gasps with her hips shifting constantly with the over-stimulation and overstretching.  She felt everything through the lusty daze, but couldn't say anything as it happened.  With Morris focusing so much force on that one area, she could feel the orgasm drifting closer rapidly.  All it would take would be one touch to her clit, maybe even just a light brush against it.

	That brush came with the big otter scooted in between her rather floppy folds and shifted his grip to closer to her groin.  When he jerked the flesh up hard enough to make the recliner bounce, the top of her inner labia slid along her long fat clitoris.  Chelsea let out a long choked gurgle and her orgasm hit hard enough to make her legs clench together over her body, her arms strain at their bindings, and her head to flick back and forth violently.

	Morris opened his mouth to say something, then stopped when powerful jets of clear fluid squirted over him out of her urethra.  He let go of her pussy and laughed as more squirts followed.  Turning his face away from the soaking spray, he spied an old wide wooden brush resting on box next to them.  A quick grab and he brought the back of it down on her deflated vulva.

	The impact sent a loud fleshy smack echoing around the basement and a visible flinch up her torso.  It brought out a shuddering moan that just kept going, encouraging another slap, then another.  Morris found a good rhythm to match her bliss and soon had the muscles under her pelt twitching from the orgasm and overloaded senses and while he pushed her release to last as long as he could.

	Paddling her vulva had him wanting to join in with fucking her, but since his shorts were on and he was too busy to take them off, he left it for later.  Making that flesh flop about was too sexy to stop and was even hotter when he stretched the girl's cunt out again with his free hand as he beat it.  Chelsea just kept convulsing with her orgasm drawn out further than she could handle.

	He changed his grip after every dozen strikes and kept yanking her cunt hard enough to make the chair move each time he did.  What little elasticity her vulva had had gave out under his previous attentions and the new harder paddling.  Every time he let go it just fell to the floor like a long limp wet towel.  He didn't even notice her coming down from her prolonged peak until she hung her head as limp as her former mound.  By then he'd stretched the lovely folds out so much her vulva was completely slack around a gaping hole all the way to her actual vaginal entrance.

	Morris let go of his last handful and nudged her pussy with his foot where it lay.  After all that it looked like a wet fleshy sheet in a heap on the floor.  He wondered if that had been what she'd wanted.  Chelsea's face was blank while she stared down her body at what she could see of it.

	The big otter slid his hand over her her flaccid labia. "Uh, Chelsea? Are you alright? I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

	"You didn't hurt me too much." Her voice sounded hoarse.  After a long deep breath, she even lifted her head up again. "It felt wonderful.  Am I bigger now?"

	"Well..." Morris knelt down onto her former mound.  Keeping his weight on it, he lifted the sides up as high as her face. "Judging by this, I think that's a yes.  Your clitoris is between my knees on the floor and I can kiss along the interior like this."

	Chelsea watched him lean to the left and did feel his whiskers and lips tickle the inside of her inner labia.  Had she not just orgasmed so hard she would have enjoyed it more, but it still felt nice enough, if too intense.  There did seem to be a lot of her.

	"Good." She shivered at his continued attention.  He was making her want more again. "Can I see you open me up?"

	He didn't reply for several seconds while he rubbed his face over her.  When he pulled out, both hands brought her labia down to drape over his shoulders so he could just rub the soft overly stretched out flesh.  The look of pleasure on his face kept her from trying to hurry him up.

	When he did finally stop, he pushed off and caught her clit in one hand and what might have been the middle right side in the other. "Aright.  Let's see how wide you can open."

	Chelsea's eyes widened when he stood up and took her clit with him.  Her cunt came up so easily and the flesh between his grip and her body sagged limply downward like a hammock.  Stretch lines shown all over her pussy where her tissue had resisted just a little more than the rest, but even those had eventually given up and Morris had no trouble opening her once huge puffy vulva like a canvas sack.

	He held her open half his max arm spread with ease as he lifted it up over his head.  She'd stretched out dramatically with the hard pulling, yanking, and paddling he'd done to her soft pumped genitals.  It made her happy to see her flesh like that.  Limp and overly worn out, but so beautiful and so BIG.

	She put her legs down and stepped on some of her own vulva, then stood up with shaky legs.  Morris dropped her deflated folds and enjoyed the wet splat of them hitting the floor.  He was still standing on some of them and stepped off to give her room to walk around in front of him.

	"So that's what you wanted, right?" The otter sounded hopeful.

	Chelsea walked around in front of him with her labia dragging along behind her.  The basement's cement flooring was cold and rough against her, but that wasn't a bad thing.  It made her focus entirely on the sensitive tissue down there.  Even the post orgasmic sensitivity couldn't make it unpleasant.

	"Yes.  It was exactly what I wanted.  Thank you."

	Morris stepped on what was left of her mound from behind. "I'm so glad.  It was rather fun to do once I got going.  You feel so good underfoot, too." He stepped fully onto her with both feet and walked over it until his bulging trunks were pressed against her lower back. "Now, I don't suppose you'd like to return the favor and wrap that loose thing around me? I can jerk off with it or you can jerk me off through them.  I don't think there's any tightness left there.  That makes it so hot."

	The twelve year old dog took a few more steps forward, just to feel his weight stretching her that little bit more again. "Your wife wouldn't like it." A quick turn and she grabbed his cock through the fabric. "But if you want, I guess I can do it anyway.  Maybe it'll make Reese jealous, too."

	"I don't mind." Morris grinned and tugged his trunks down.
