The sound of waves. Darkness. Tranquility.
Soarin relaxed on the sand as he watched Braeburn wade into the ocean some distance away.
Once again, he reflected on how lucky he was to have a hunk like Braeburn (or Baeburn, as Soarin was fond of calling him) take care of a mare like him.
It was Braeburn’s idea to take a vacation to Colt Lauderdale. The luxury hotel they were staying at loomed over the sandy hill behind Soarin. The Apple family business experienced a boom, and what did Braeburn spend his cut on? Soarin. He couldn’t believe Generosity went to Rarity and not Braeburn.
After they checked in, the couple went downtown to shop. Braeburn took Soarin to a rather expensive swimwear shop, and told Soarin to pick out all the bikinis he wanted (Of those bikinis, he was sporting his favorite right now.). Well, it had been quite a long time since he had practiced with the Wonderbolts. Actually, it had been quite a long time since he had practiced at all. Once a lithe, fit form, Soarin was now... well... thick. He tried to shop in the normal section, but nothing would fit over his full, thick thighs, let alone his plump, fat bottom. He had to shop in plus-size, and even then, it was a tight fit. Braeburn was never critical. In fact, he liked Soarin’s new body better.
Later that day, they noticed a shady knickknack shop, down an alley, away from the rest of the stores. “Why not?” Soarin reasoned. They went in. After having a good look around at the various items, which appeared to be overpriced junk, Soarin spotted the most lovely necklace.
“What’s this made of?” he asked the stallion behind the counter.
“Giant squid beak. Rare item indeed.”
Soarin then noticed the astronomical price tag. But he knew he would get it. Nothing was too expensive for Braeburn’s mare.
“Now, just a disclaimer miss,” the shopkeeper spotted the sizable bulge of Soarin’s junk under the tight bikini bottom. Subby, girly colt he may have been, he was pretty hung. “I mean, uh, sir... Supplier of that piece, bit of a loon. He explicitly warned me: you mustn’t wear the necklace and be in water. It will set off a curse or something. I don’t know.”
“Noted,” muttered Soarin. Yeah whatever. What a bunch of crap. He was excited to do just that, wear it before the oncoming waves, along with his new bikini, to show off for Braeburn.
Now here they were, enjoying the beach. He ran to the water to join Braeburn, who was looking off into the watery horizon, back turned. Soarin wanted to tackle him into the water, catch him by surprise. He knew he couldn’t, but the attempt would be adorable. Just before Soarin reached the water, Braeburn turned around and smiled. Oh well. Soarin smiled back and ran for-
A jolt exploded throughout his body. It felt like something was biting him, but all over. He fell back on the sand.
Braeburn’s eyes went wide. He dashed over, dropped to his knees, and grabbed Soarin’s face. “Soarin! Yuh okay?!”
Soarin opened his eyes and blinked a few times. “Wha- hapend?”
“Ah don’t know! Yuh just stepped into the water, tensed right up, shook real hard, and fell back! It looked like yuh got electrocuted!”
“Thas... kinda... how ih felt.” And it also felt... really good.
“Can yuh stand up?”
“I.. think so...”
“Here.” Braeburn started helping Soarin up. “Ugh... were you always this heavy?” He liked to tease Soarin about his weight. Soarin liked it too. But he wasn’t teasing this time.
When Soarin was up, both of them flinched back. “The fuck?” they said. Soarin was a full head taller than Braeburn.
Both knew that something must have happened between Braeburn leaving for the water and now. Of course they would have noticed if Soarin was this tall before!
Braeburn furrowed his brow and gestured between Soarin and the water. “Did that just-”
“I think so,” said Soarin. “My bikini feels a lot tighter.”
He remembered the shock of pleasure. “I think I’ll try that again...” he stepped toward the water.
“Soarin! Wait!”
Too late. Soarin threw his head back, eyes closed, panting as the pleasure shot through him again. His head climbed higher. His thunder thighs expanded. The bikini bottom got tighter and tighter on his ballooning ass. He had to shift his stance due to the sand giving way under his curvy body’s exponentially increasing weight.
Soarin stepped out, now towering over Braeburn by about 50 feet. “Oh... yes... now let’s have some fun.” Soarin purred in a silky, coy voice.
Braeburn gulped. The dominant one in the bedroom, he knew that wasn’t going to be the case anymore. Braeburn didn’t understand all this. But he didn’t care either. He was completely, utterly, hopelessly turned on, and he was along for the ride. He eyed the massive, throbbing rod of Soarin’s cock pushing the front of his bikini bottom off his gigantic body, poking out and straining to be unleashed. By now, the other beach-goers were watching, shocked, but enticed.
Soarin reached down for Braeburn. “Now Soarin, let’s not get any ideas!” Braeburn stammered as he backed away, but Soarin snatched him in an instant. He tried to squirm out of his grip, then looked down... the ground far below and still receding... and thought better of it. Soarin brought him to his backside. With his free hoof he pinched his bikini bottom and pulled it out. “Soarin!” Braeburn yelled as he fell in. Soarin let go, and it snapped back onto his body, sending his cheeks wobbling and smooshing Braeburn against warm, wet, supple assflesh.
Braeburn shifted around a bit as he felt Soarin walking. Soarin sat down by the water’s edge, Braeburn at the bottom of it all, face up. Braeburn was used to doing heavy lifting, but this was ridiculous.
Braeburn heard a wave approaching and crashing nearby. The water rose past Soarin, plunging Braeburn underwater. He held his breath. This was getting a bit scary, but gods was he turned on. His shaft started hardening and poking into Soarin’s plush butt, which gave way like jello. Yet again, Soarin began to grow. The weight increased and increased. When the water receded back, the growth stopped.
“Soarin! Please! Yer too heavy!” he choked out.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to bring up a mare’s weight?!” Soarin replied as he shook his hips, squishing his ass and Braeburn deeper into the sand. “I’m not moving until you fill me up! And I’d hurry! I’m getting harder and harder to fill up!”
Braeburn blinked, processing. He wormed his way around with all his strength. The growth increased the size as well as the sensitivity of Soarin’s ass, and Braeburn could hear squees from above. There were times when Braeburn found Soarin to be a whole lot of pony to handle, but he’d never been so overwhelmed with him as he was now. His diamond-hard rod wasn’t making the work any easier. When he found Soarin’s asscrack, he dug up until he found Soarin’s anus. A rolling, crashing sound reached his ears. Short on breath, he wasted no time in popping his flaring head inside. He pushed his hooves into the cheeks to his sides for support as he commenced thrusting. Underwater again. Soarin’s anus grew outward with, well, everything else, bottoming out on Braeburn’s base. Soarin must have felt it, because he began bouncing up and down, pounding Braeburn deeper into the sand. The thousands of pounds of thick femcolt on his cock sent Braeburn over the top. He came, coating Soarin’s inner walls before filling him up, the excess seed leaking out around his shaft.
Soarin stood up, reached into his bottom, pulled Braeburn out, and set him on the ground. Braeburn wanted to lie where he was, surrounded by ass, and enjoy the afterglow, but Soarin had other plans. He was a bit disappointed, but he drank up the precious oxygen. He looked at the new crater by the water’s edge. Then he looked up. And up and up. Soarin had about quadrupled in size.
“Now I’m gonna fill you up,” Soarin purred.
“Wait. WHAT?!” No. Fuck that. He turned to sprint, but was caught again.
“Now you just stay right there.” Soarin admonished as he set him on his dick, which was now straining the front of his bikini bottom even more. “Hold on tight. Wouldn’t want you to fall.”
Soarin reached into the water, cradled his hooves, and lifted out a few pools’ worth of water. He went to the beach’s tallest dune and dropped the water all over it, soaking it and turning it a darker shade of brown. He waited a few minutes for the water to seep down. Then he grabbed Braeburn, held him up with one hoof, and with other hoof pulled the front of his bottom down, unveiling his majestic beast of a cock. He got down, put the tip of his dick on the dune’s peak, and laid down on his stomach, thrusting his cock down through the wet sand. “OOHH... yeah!” He backed out and eyed the sizable hole he had created. Then he deposited Braeburn at the bottom of the hole, resituated himself, and inserted his cock again. He began thrusting his hips, penetrating deeper and deeper into the dune.
Braeburn’s world went pitch black. He could hear Soarin’s mighty train of meat coming down, lower and lower. He could feel bits of sand falling around him. He became aware of a smell, thick and pungent. Soarin’s musk. It seemed to seep into his every pore. Something other than sand fell on him, but it was still wet. Viscous, gooey, sticking in his fur. It reeked of cookie dough. Pre.
“SOARIN!” he shouted. “THIS IS GETTING A LITTLE OUTTA HOOF, DON’T YA THINK?!” Faster than a flying rock shatters glass, his open mouth was filled by seed. Everything was. He was drowning in it.
In fact, Soarin’s ejaculation was so powerful that it blasted Braeburn even deeper underground. Back on the surface, semen exploded around Soarin’s cock in the air like a geyser. He pulled out, rolled on his side, breathing heavily. He watched the river of his jizz leak into the ocean.
Braeburn surfaced out of the hole, gasping, hyperventilating almost. He had been swimming through cum for what felt like hours, and he almost ran out of breath.
A loud bellow resonated across the water. Soarin looked around. There. An ocean liner on the horizon, far away. What is that? A cruise? Ah didn’t know they ran up here. Braeburn thought. He looked to Soarin. Uh-oh...There was nothing, nothing at all in Soarin’s eyes besides raw, unfiltered, ravenous sexual need. All Soarin saw was a gargantuan, girthy, steel dildo. And as of late, he was getting to be quite the gargantuan mare.
In his cosmic lust, he forgot that he could fly. He sprinted to the water, jumped, and did a cannonball, drenching everyone on the shore. Being submerged in water massively accelerated his growth. He found that the experience felt like a constant, full-body climax, never finishing. He rode that orgasm as he swam toward the cruise ship.
“Captain!” the first mate yelled as he burst into the bridge.
“I see it, lad.” He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but he saw it. And he still had a job to do. “Get on the intercom. Everypony is to abandon ship. Get the lifeboats ready.”
“Yes captain!”
Screams pierced the air around the ship. Chaos and ponies rushing to the sides. Many turned to see what all the panic was about. They immediately understood as the leviathan, curvaceous, horny colt was making fast progress toward the ship, all the while growing bigger and bigger and bigger.
Each of the lifeboats was making its way to shore by the time Soarin made it to the ship. He had now grown so much that his hooves touched the ocean floor. He could now stand. He waded to the front of the ship, before the bow. He bent over, backed his ass up into the bow, and started hot dogging the ocean liner, back and forth, between his asscheeks, on top of the bikini. He enjoyed a bit of foreplay, and he bit his lip as he did so now.
Not all ponies on the ship made it to an escape boat. Some were still on the ship, standing at the railings, wanting to know what was going on. Soarin’s rigorous hot dogging shook them off, and they fell a good distance, screaming. They landed on Soarin’s soft, pillowy asscheeks below, unharmed. The little contacts on his behemoth, swelling, sensitive derriere encouraged him to cut the foreplay and get to the main course.
Just as he reached to pull his bikini bottom down his immense, expanding thighs, a loud SNAP! cracked through the air. The bikini reached its limit at last. It fell to the water with a splash like naval weapons testing and floated. He watched, amused, as the remaining ponies clung to his bikini and paddled to shore. A thought occurred to him. He took off his necklace and put it over his shoulder. His riding the orgasm stopped. Though Soarin loved the prospect of growing even more, he loved the prospect of being filled by this big ship even more. He didn’t want to grow to the point of the ship being a thimble to him.
Braeburn heard the snap from where he was watching all this, with the binoculars he had just bought. He saw Soarin’s titanic, naked, beautiful ass unveiled. It had tanlines from the bikini, and each god-sized asscheek was gleaming wet in the sunlight. And Soarin’s cock was titanic, naked, beautiful, and gleaming as well.
Soarin backed up again, used one hoof to grab the stern of the ship and the other hoof to spread his thick asscheeks apart. He began pushing the ocean liner into his ass. When the steel first touched his anus, it felt cold, but Soarin’s body heat soon warmed it up. He was starting to get filled and filled. Then it stopped. He could push no further. He looked behind him. The smokestacks! The smokestacks wouldn’t fit in his anus. He threw the necklace on and started growing again. It took all his strength to remove it again, to not give in to the nebula of pleasure. He tried again. He had to push pretty hard, but the smokestack went in. And another. And another. Just like anal beads. His eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He took more and more of the naval vessel up his ass. He started moaning. The more he was filled, the louder he moaned. A prominent bulge was forming out of his tummy. When his anus closed around the stern, his ass having enveloped the ship, he came.
His own ocean shot out of his cock, arcing far, far across the water in thick, long ropes of jizz. The hot, gooey spunk landed on the beach, covering sand, buildings and people at random. He just kept cumming and cumming, his balls taking their time to empty themselves. The whole coast became coated with his seed, including the luxury hotels looming behind the beach, now not even up to Soarin’s knees.
Soarin made his way back to the shore. He didn’t bother to take the ocean liner back out. He liked it inside him. He reached down, scooped up heaps of jizz, and threw it into the ocean until he found Braeburn. He tossed the necklace down next to him, where it whopped on the ground, displacing tons of sand and misting sand all around.
“Your turn,” he said to Braeburn.
