Pleasant Beach Day (Random Writing for Skeezard/LimitedVision)

Some would say that keeping themselves at such a size was indecent at best, and downright immorally provocative at worst. Still didn’t stop anyone from gawking at them without the slightest semblance of shame, nor a precious few from trying their luck at getting close enough to “accidentally” bump into them or, better yet, trip and fall into their warm embrace. Didn’t seem to register with anyone that it might very well be the last thing they would do; not that the lynx would go that far, of course.

No, the feline would probably just give them a stern admonishment and a reminder not to do it again, only to then turn around and point out that if they wanted to play around with a genuine pair of triboob, literally all they had to do was ask! They hadn’t gone all the way to the beach, after spending nearly two hours fighting with their incredibly complex slingshot bikini, only to lie around, do nothing and not have their specially-crafted body appreciated to its fullest extent! Just as they had spent time and effort making themselves as obscene as possible, it was everyone’s duty to do the exact same; plenty of room there for everybody, after all.

The result of months of living with the bounciest boy that was JT had left the lynx an overengorged shadow of their former self, nothing more than the logical result of endless hours of teasing and sexual tension broken only by long episodes of filling and stuffing that would leave even the stretchiest of hypers reeling from the potency and frequency of the discharges involved. Whether it be via pumps or more natural means, it was hard to avoid some kind of fluid from seeping into their body, and much as their shapeshifter physiology allowed them some degree of leeway in terms of returning to normal, what this “normal” happened to be varied wildly as time went on and the feline’s body was forced to stretch to ever more unnatural sizes to deal with the growing loads.

It certainly didn’t help that JT eventually began reaching sizes that could only be contained via the use of multiple compressor layers, to say nothing of the point where his “real” measurements stopped being expressed in miles and began turning into “national borders crossed”. By their latest estimate, he was probably big enough to fill up the entirety of Eurasia if they so desired, hence why even with so many damned compressors stacked on top of one another, his nuts still managed to reach the ground and graze it with ease… and the less said about the twin cocks they sported, the better, because even the lynx wasn’t sure they could think about those things and not drool at the mere thought that they could have their tits wrapped around those pillars of thick cockmeat whenever they damn well wanted. It was a constant struggle not to just do that all day long; easy enough to overpower the poor boy, which just made the whole exercise that much more delicious.

Unfortunately, that particular day was a lonely one for the cat, who had decided to hit the beach without informing anyone; not that they didn’t enjoy the company, but it was fun to just go out every once in a while and not have to worry about causing a scene, not needing to worry if they would flood anything or paint the whole side of an apartment block in a variety of tones of white. Last time they actually had to pay for the repairs (and scraping); not exactly fun.

Therefore, it was a whole day to appreciate without the ever-present threat of bursting a few dams’ worth of cum, milk, saline or an unholy combination of all three; just a big fat bunch of titties arranged in two neat rows of three for maximum visual and auditory impact. This was perhaps the greatest and most drastic change to the lynx’s body, though by no means the only one; it just so happened that it was hard to notice the slightly meatier thighs or rounder rear when those six chest-obscuring breasts took all the attention away from them. Hell, they weren’t even milky by nature; that was just something the lynx had decided to add for the sake of it, knowing that if there was anything that could make a set of triboobs like that even better, it was being full. And sloshy. And leaky too, couldn’t forget about that bit; yup, nothing better than a set of udders that refused to remain dry.

The expected impact was exactly what the lynx got, and goodness did they adore every second of it. Just the walk over to the seaside had left such an impression that a small crowd had gathered to watch them from a distance, marvelling at how the feline somehow managed not to waddle and instead keep a perfect balance, allowing for their multiple racks to bounce maddeningly with each step. Just like with those at the beach, a very brave minority even tried to walk up to them to get a closer look, with a handful of individuals being brave (and smart enough) to ask for a handful, freely given along with a word of encouragement. It was just business as usual as far as the lynx cared; their body was something for everyone to enjoy, not just themselves, and being out of the house on their own for a change allowed them to remember what it was like to not feel interminably horny all the goddamn time.

This made it exceptionally awkward when the feline heard a familiar kind of sloshing approaching them from somewhere away from the sand, getting dangerously close enough for them to make out who it was from the odd comment floating in the wind and the fact that goddamnit, it was impossible to mistake those immense nuts for literally any other pair.

“I thought I told you I wanted to be alone today, JT,” the lynx sighed, putting their sunglasses back on and pretending like they weren’t looking directly at the newcomer’s body when it moved into view, “much as you like to turn me into a squeaky toy, I’d like some time to myself. Away from… those.”

JT’s nuts clenched and churned even louder than normal, seemingly in response to having been mentioned; the feline could never be quite sure if that was actually a thing or not, what with the kind of impossible biology that the bouncy boy displayed on a regular basis. Just looking at them seemed to make them swell even larger than they were, by just an imperceptible enough amount that one could honestly think they were just imagining things. This, of course, was entirely unnecessary; each of those orbs was already big enough that JT had to carry them behind his legs, lest he be forced to waddle or crab-walk wherever he wanted to go. His sheaths alone made the use of any swimwear entirely pointless, and yet he insisted on wearing a pair of specially-designed shorts that hid precisely nothing of his frame. It was like he wanted to show off or something.

“I know you did, but it was such an amazing day that I just couldn’t resist!” JT proudly declared, plopping his ass on the sand next to their roomie, “Besides, I promise I won’t be lewd! Just wanna sit down and enjoy the beach, is all!”

Somehow, the lynx seriously doubted that was true… but then again, even after waiting for several minutes, JT hadn’t made any more advances, and after stretching out their own towel, seemed genuinely intent on just soaking in some sunlight while occasionally winking at passers-by and making lewd comments towards whoever was stupid enough to try and get a handful of his balls. For a moment, the feline wondered if they would be engaging in some kind of competition… at least until JT pulled his hat over his head and began to snooze.

Well, that just wouldn't do at all.

Maybe it was the constant exposure to unbearable amounts of horny energy, or maybe it was just in the shapeshifter’s nature to try and steer things towards the lewdest they could be, but the prospect of sharing a stretch of beach, in public, with the spectacle of debauchery that was JT’s body, without any kind of sexual interaction whatsoever? That was utter madness, and not something they would ever stand for. In an instant, their previous compunctions regarding their usual passtime vanished, replaced by such a strong need to do something with those nuts and cocks that, if the lynx had kept any of their rational brain after their epiphany, they would’ve realized that was JT’s plan all along.

There was still some part of them left in there, though; wouldn’t do to just give it to JT, no. They’d have to find an excuse, something for them to do. An activity, of sorts, that could be made to turn as naughty as possible under the watchful eyes of the crowd… and the lynx had just the thing.

Pulling a conspicuously brightly-coloured bottle from their backpack, the feline nudged JT on the shoulder… needing to do it a few times before he woke up from his nap. While their companion roused from their slumber, the lynx got to work slathering a whole bunch of their breasts’ surface with as much sunscreen as they could, deliberately making the whole thing a sloppy job in dire need of fixing. By the time JT was fully awake again and wanting to ask what the feline wanted, no words were truly needed; just the sight of those six tits being all shiny and oily under the sun was everything the hung lad needed to know that the lynx was in desperate need of some tender love, care and very sensual rubbing.

Of course, with their busts as stacked as they were, simply finding a position where he could easily get at them in order to spread the sunscreen was in itself a challenge! He couldn’t do it from behind, since that would mean smothering the lynx’s face with his nuts; sideways wasn’t a possibility either, much too inconvenient to get to the breasts on the other side of the cat’s torso. This left only one option, the one that “forced” JT to sprawl himself all over the feline’s body and delve deep into the crevices of breastflesh that made up their bosoms, his hands sinking greedily into the six mounds of impossibly soft lynx pudge that they kept so perfectly spherical.

The whole exercise was just an excuse for the both of them to enjoy one another’s company in full view of everyone, and thus it didn’t take a long time before the feline began to make good use of their powers to tease JT into ever higher levels of “activation”, as he liked to put it. Whenever the eager newcomer happened to get a bit too greedy with his fingers, he would find even more tit to grab; every time he truly attempted to make good use of those things, they would grow just enough for him to be unable to smear their full surface, even after going through a whole bottle of sunscreen. Soon enough, the lynx was buried underneath a small hillock of their own creation, and JT would be having a similar problem all of his own.

That ground-grazing sack and bulging pair of sheats weren’t there just for show; being the result of multiple compressors working in tandem to keep him at a reasonable size, they stood as testament to the kind of body that he had underneath all of those layers, and even though he made an effort to keep himself contained and decent (for a given value of decent, at least), being allowed to freely explore the lynx’s curves awakened so much of his sexual side that, without even realizing it had happened, both of his cocks had left the safety of their biological wrappings and tore through the shorts that barely hid them to begin with.

Two sets of double cleavages, two shafts: perfect symmetry all things considered, and with the lynx able to adjust their size to me the ever-increasing demands of JT’s body, the latter would react in kind, growing out even more than they ever intended to. Before long, neither of them were interested in hiding it; the lynx was squishing their mounds against their partner’s swellings rods, while JT was openly thrusting into the silky-smooth confines of the feline’s breasts, his hands grabbing onto two of them for leverage, not really thinking about what this would do to the cat underneath him.

For all of their resistance and adaptability, there was only so much that the lynx could take; their body had to start changing eventually, and with that insatiable beast riding their tits as hard as he was, there would be no more perfect opportunity than that one. While the original rows of triboob continued to swell and bloat with each motion of JT’s hips, a brand new set would begin to emerge underneath the bottom one, the feline’s torso elongating just enough that the trio of new tits wouldn’t need to compete for room… much. There were still nine mounds strapped to their front, and with JT in there trying to turn them into his personal stress relief toys, it just wasn’t possible to make the three rows fit comfortably onto their own torso. The point wasn’t to make it bearable.

It was to make it pleasurable.

Thus, it was perfectly normal for each of those breasts to slowly balloon into a size that approached double what they used to be, enough to start drawing the first beads of fluid from the tip of JT’s cocks. Not cum, not yet at least, but the amount of pre leaked out of them was already enough to take care of the heat situation; it wasn’t really cooler than ambient temperature, but at least its musky scent was enough to bring up fond memories of flooded rooms and wrecked houses. So much so that, for once, the lynx allowed themselves to relax and let JT take the wheel, eager to see where the bouncy boy would take them.

Lacking any kind of imagination the second that his members could do all the thinking for him, JT instead focused on ramming into the tightening cleavages as hard as he could, leaving behind a mess of matted fur and stained stand, unable to control his own growth after his libido was poked at by a lynx-shaped stick; as much as it had been JT’s own plan to kickstart their little self-exploration session, he knew that he’d be losing control within minutes of it starting. And that was perfectly fine; the most fun he ever had with the feline beneath him was always when they let go of any pretense of civility and just fucked like wild animals. It made the whole thing more genuine, in a way.

A very lewd way.

Barely ten minutes passed before the thin currents of pre turned into thicker and thicker spurts of JT’s seed, splashing against the wall separating the beach from the promenade and blasting back to hit the both of them in the face, back, front, everywhere really. The sand around them turned a deeper shade of brown as it absorbed more of his spunk, before finally becoming too loose and waterlogged to even hold form anymore; barely half an hour had passed since JT sat down next to the lynx, and already they were riding their body down to the sea, panicked shouting filling the air around them as a tidal wave of jizz helped slide the two ever closer to the waterline, leaving behind a colossal gash in the sand, like a great beast had swooped down to collect tons of it… and left behind copious amounts of thick, steaming cum in the process.

With JT busy still bucking into the feline’s cleavages and the lynx themselves far too gone in their own lewd world to do anything about it, they sailed into the sea on a raft of their own making, splashing into the water and vanishing underneath the waves, both their bodies simply too large and heavy to even begin to float.

At first, that is. Anyone watching from the beach would get to see a splodge of white appear on the surface of the water, growing wider and thicker as JT’s release floated upwards and prepared the ocean itself for their ascension. Through either some hitherto-unknown property of their fluids, or the simple fact that they displaced all of the salt water and replaced it with either spunk or milk, JT’s body would move upwards through the pillar of ejaculate he himself had produced, holding onto the lynx’s body with every ounce of strength he had in him. This was less out of concern for their safety and more due to his need to keep holding onto the immense floatation device the lynx had become, because as soon as they both broke the water line, it became clear that the feline’s breasts, all nine of them, had burgeoned to a size grand and great enough that the amount of backboob visible as they floated belly-side-down was in itself enough for JT to rest on it.

Even with his weight being what it was, it still barely changed the way the lynx floated about, their face kept above the water by virtue of carrying three triplets of life-savers on their torso. Their body had become a ship for JT to use, and an incredibly soft one as well, with the currents and waves around them struggling to pierce through the thick barrier of fluids; this gave them a small, quiet patch of sea on which to float on aimlessly, ready to truly settle down and enjoy one another’s company, under the heat of afternoon sun.

JT couldn’t wait for the day after.