Inflated Desire
Because what is life but the accumulation of pursuited dreams and hopes one can wish for in their time?
Also, boobies. :3
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Warning: This story contains expansion, female muscle growth, hourglass expansion and inanimate object coming to life. You've been warned!
Wes is himself.
Inflated Desire, by DragonMasterX.
"Get out of my face, wimp."
"I'm sorry, I'm expecting someone actually!"
"Forget it. You can't have my ice-cream. Oh, you wanted a date? Well you can't have that either!"
Wes had been having an especially tough day with the ladies. The average-looking fox didn't consider himself ugly, even if he wasn't like the ripped jocks women usually went after. The problem lied in that Wes was too average looking perhaps: average height, average build, even his fur pattern had nothing special about it. He couldn't even convince women of his higher points, and it was worse than ever now since naked, bulging torsos were all they collectively appeared to be paying attention to now.
Slumping over his pool chair in his backyard, the fox let out a deep sigh as his memories relived all of his past rejections. "Why can't it be easier to get a girl?" the socially anxious vulpine thought, his bushy tail swishing idly above him.
"Hmph, who needs them? The beach is for losers anyway!" Wes sat up and pulled his shirt over his head before discarding it by the chair. Decided on forgetting his troubles with some swimming, the fox leapt by the edge of his 10ft. deep pool and jumped in.
Halfway down the pool Wes started stroking to one end before kicking against the wall to stroke his way to the opposite side. He swam for a little bit before coming back up for air, then immediately switched to crawling stroke. The fox was a good swimmer, and he loved playing in the water since early childhood; the problem was that none of his adult friends were interested in playing with him anymore; they instead went to the beach now.
A good hour of constantly pushing himself physically later, Wes reemerged by northern edge and clung to it while idly kicking his legs. He missed the time when everyone would gather at his pool to play and spend a good time together; Wes felt like it had been ages ago. With a sigh of disappointment, he pushed himself away, floating on his back while staring up at the brightly lit blue skies. From the corner of his eyes, Wes could see a poorly inflated ball and other toys he used to play with every day back when his friends still bothered to come over. One of them in particular caught his attention; a cute, extra large inflatable pool shark Wes had fondly nicknamed Pressia.
Pressia was lying there, deflated for several months since the last time Wes had put her in the pool. Part of him felt sad, as if he had discarded part of himself by not playing with Pressia, almost like a child who rediscovers their once-favorite toy after a while of ignoring it. "You never judge, and never reject me..." he thought, anxious to get Pressia in his arms. But first, she had to be inflated.
Wes jumped out of the pool and shook his body to get rid of the sogginess matting his fur down. The fox stretched a bit, his muscles feeling less cramped after an hour of swimming. With a fond smile he approached the flat piece of inflatable material and picked it up within its protector; Wes hated for Pressia to get dirty or ragged. He inhaled briefly, exercising his lungs pre-inflation; he could still feel his heart pumping, as he had just finished swimming. With his fingers feeling it around to search for Pressia's nozzle, Wes inhaled deeply and caught air intake in his mouth before blowing into it.
The polyvinyl form instantly lost its flatness as it rose. Pressia began to take on a rounder shape as Wes' air filled it out, its fins and flippers bloating out as it began to push back Wes' hands. At that point, the fox had a pleased smirk on his face; every new exhalation that emptied his lungs filled his favorite toy more and more. Wes' eyes widened as Pressia's snout suddenly popped out forwards and accidentally grazed his cheek. The fox found himself blushing for some reason, "That was almost as if you were trying to nuzzle me..." he laughed nervously, trying to dismiss the thought while looking up at the rapidly deflating toy. "R-right, gotta keep up!"
Excited, the fox increased the frequency at which he was blowing air, his hands groping the squeaky material to keep a firm grip on it. Pressia was a huge shark toy after all. Wes blew and blew, and Pressia grew and grew. Stretching noises let Wes know that Pressia was done, so he quickly let go of the nozzle and closed it. Satisfied, Wes hugged Pressia and hurled himself underwater once more. Pressia's air made it go back up while Wes held his breath and looked up, contemplating the underside of the toy shark. "Wish you'd dive down with me sometimes... You'd be a heck lot better company than all those fake friends when I swim." He thought with a frown that only grew tenser as Wes realized Pressia began to twist. Wes rushed back to the surface and gyrated the toy, blinking in surprise as he observed how Pressia was contorting; air was leaking out. "Oh no, don't tell me..."
Wes swam back to the edge and quickly climbed while dragging the inflatable by its tail fine behind him. He was confused as he had always taken good care of his belongings, never letting them get dirty or damaged; Pressia didn't show to have a scratch in it, but still it was deflating faster than it should have. "Is there a leak somewhere around you...?" Wes couldn't believe how worked up he was becoming over Pressia, but the shark was a collection of good memories the fox wasn't ready to let go of. Seeing it lose shape and quickly deflate in his arms was like watching a good friend go, and he didn't want that to happen. Wes knew inflatables lost their durability over-time, Pressia had had an inordinately long life-span in comparison to other toys he knew about, but he wasn't ready to let it go!
"Come on Pressia," Wes opened the nozzle and blew in, making the deflating toy perk up with the burst of air; sadly, it was losing its size quick. "Come on, you're not dying on me, are you?" he muttered weakly. He almost bit into the nozzle, blowing the hardest. At that point, Wes was imagining the pool toy to actually be a friend in mortal peril, someone he couldn't turn his back on. It took him only a few seconds to put her back to normal, but he became so consumed with the idea that no matter what he did, she would still deflate and never go back to her normal plump self, that he put all of himself into over-inflating her.
Wes' wishes for the toy's well-being were being answered, although in an unexpected way. The first indication that something was off became clear when no matter how much Wes pumped, Pressia's stretching form did not burst. Instead, the toy was stirring in an unnatural way, its flippers and fins thrashing and its tail wagging. Wes's eyes widened but he didn't try to stop; Pressia was moving on its own, not only that, it was getting bigger than its limit!
The first thing the fox noticed was the unfamiliar bumps rising against his paws. Those grew larger, developing into what felt like toed paws. They then grew further apart from the main body, creaking as they stretched into limbs Wes was forced to feel slide against his paws. He couldn't afford to lose his breath, something definitely weird yet foreboding was happening and he wanted to see it through.
The lateral fins began to grow longer, Wes could see the right one part at the tip, forming slender digits with opposable thumbs; no doubt this was also happening to the other fin as well. Pressia vibrated against him, the insipient limbs hastening their growth the harder Wes pumped. Pressia's round head seemed to contract at the middle and creaked loudly as the bulky appearance reduced into a more slender one, forming the curve of a neck. The head leaned and stretched, the sides of it flattening as the cartoonish-drawn mouth fell in, yet the teeth not just stayed behind but also added many more to complete the shark's twin rows of razor-sharp teeth. Pressia's eyes took on a more realistic definition, nostrils appearing on the triangular snout as a tongue began to drop out of the mouth hole over Pressia's teeth. Perhaps the strangest thing was that orange strands of hair were beginning to sprout from her newly formed head, rapidly multiplying until Pressia had grown a supple mane of wild-looking, shoulder-length orange hair.
Wes watched as the morphing toy's tail stretched and became significantly longer, the appendage becoming a prehensile extension while before it had been a simple tail-fin behind the body; now that tail-fin could easily be several feet worth of length away from Pressia's butt. The inflatable began to develop rapidly growing curves of which the bust and hips seemed to flare out while the waist contracted into a lean girth. Pressia's chest began to push out with a loud stretching sound; Wes could hear it through the creaking material both at the front and back. Two mounds of spherical shape started to bloat out and inflate like balloons, followed by the recently formed expanding buttocks under the base of Pressia's new tail.
"Holy...! She grew boobs too!" thought an excited Wes before his arms started to tremble. The fox blinked with unsuspecting surprise as he realized he was having trouble holding Pressia, "Th-this isn't right. She's getting heavier...!" It was as if Pressia hadn't just shifted her form, but also gained weight proportional to her seven foot tall body. After the impossible amount of time he had been overworking his lungs, Wes simply didn't have any strength left over. After the metaphorical eternity spent blowing through the nozzle, he finally let go of it as Pressia fell forwards, making the fox groan as the two large breasts on Pressia's chest cushioned her descent on him.
Pressia gasped for air for the first time in her new life. The shark girl's glossy black and white skin felt strange, cool air caressing her. Pressia placed her paws down, her fully articulate arms flexing as she tried to experiment cupping her hands around the backyard's grass. The sensation was unbelievable, mixed feelings stimulating every one of her new senses.
She found herself taking generous gulps of air, her new biology training Pressia's lungs and circulatory system. Muscles tensed up, becoming defined as she flexed her limbs and idly swished her tail, gaining better mobility as time went on. Her eyes were restlessly scanning her surroundings, taking in images she could not perceive before. The colors, the shapes, the different sizes, everything Pressia took in was like an entirely new dimension of stimuli for her new senses, pumping her brain full of information that had to be processed. The overload of new feelings made her shut her mouth and eyes, calmly turning to her nose for breathing. Her tail drooped and she gently let go of the grass, attempting to relax. Pressia gently reopened her eyes and the noise in her head vanished, replaced by the gentle tweeting of birds and flapping blades of grass stroked by the breeze.
Pressia quietly looked around, eyes drinking in the familiar area she found herself in. And she felt like exploring if not for the fact that she needed to find a way to properly move her body first. A sudden itch underneath her made Pressia look down at her ample bosom squishing against the ground. Looking at herself proved to be a welcome ability to discover thanks to her new neck. Surprise took a hold of Pressia when she saw a furry arm thrust out between her cleavage, wriggling helplessly just outside. Her nostrils flared for a moment and she took in what her brain interpreted as a familiar scent. With her excitement barely in check, Pressia instinctively pressed her hands against the ground and flexed her arms, pushing herself up. She felt something slide out off from underneath her and hit the ground. Carefully, Pressia attempted to rock her body to the side but put too much strength into it and clumsily hurled her weight over, dropping on her back next to Wes. Pressia pouted, scared of gravity which had put her down again. This time though, she could see the fox besides her.
"Pressia?" Wes's eyes were bulging; he reached to pinch his own cheek, wincing in pain. Pressia was lying there, next to him, returning his stare with cute, round eyes on a feminine face.
"Mmm." Pressia mumbled something in low voice as she tried to imitate what Wes was doing. Wes took notice of this and attempted to move his mouth slower as he pronounced her name again. "Pressh-iah." Wes' eyes began to widen. She could talk! She could also understand him, Wes simply knew she could. Excitement building inside made Wes' hand twitch open and slowly approach the shark female. Pressia, imitating him again, lifted her arm and neared her open hand. Both sets of fingers approached one another, the final contact completed by their palms. Wes gasped while Pressia observed him; he closed his grip and she followed suit. Smiles appeared on their faces. "Wes."
That's when Wes nearly lost it. "You know my name?" the fox seemed taken aback. Pressia's tail thumped against the ground twice as a response of happiness. "You said my name."
"Wes!" Pressia exclaimed with a grin, her tail wagging faster. Wes felt a heart-warming feeling tighten his gut that almost forced a tear out of his eye. Was this what he had been waiting for all along? His companion, a soul mate? Until now, Pressia had been one of the objects that made him happy the most, and now due to some sort of divine providence, she was her own person! And physically a great looking shark as well.
"Pressia, you're alive! This is... this is amazing! I almost can't believe it," Wes shook her hand and she giggled happily. "How did this happen? How can you understand me?"
"Wes... You've always taken such good care of me." Pressia slowly spoke her words, as if testing the mouth she was using to talk, at least with the longer sentences. "We've always had fun together, we've always been happy." Then, Pressia's face contorted into her first frown as her sensation of empathy washed her away. "But lately... lately you have been sad. You almost never play with me anymore..."
"I-I can explain, Pressia..."
"You don't need to. I know what your heart is saying to me. This is why I'm like this now." Wes blushed deeply, feeling awkward after hearing Pressia was into all he was thinking, and still she seemed interesting. "I want to play with you, Wes. I want to make you happy." She smiled with melting honesty. Wes smiled back.
"We can play together, yeah. I really want to! Actually..." Wes sat up and looked at his pool, then back at Pressia, "Why don't we play now?" Pressia gave Wes a grin as she nodded. Wes had to help the black shark up to her feet at first, but she quickly learned her steps by watching the fox walk, just as she had learned to speak. The couple held hands while smiling to each other before they jumped into the pool.
The fox was immensely surprised with how easily Pressia moved about while submerged. Just as he had always wished her to be, Pressia was expertly swimming after him; not just that, he always came short when they started to compete. "Ahh, haah..." Wes panted after finally catching up to the edge when they had decided to race. "D-damn, you're so fast!"
"Well," Pressia put a finger to her cheek in deep thought before giggling, "I guess I'm made for this." Wes blinked at the little pun, but then snickered and splashed some water all over the naked shark. Casually sitting at the edge, the shark meeped in surprise as the little wave Wes threw hit her square in the belly. She giggled at how it tickled her belly, and then in retaliation she kicked the surface of the water at Wes. The fox dodged to the right, then with a roguish grin splashed Pressia again. "Ahhh!" Pressia braced, and having enough with Wes' antics decided to leap forwards herself. He had no time to react as she tackled him underwater. The couple wanted to laugh together, but the lack of air prevented them. They instead simply cuddled until they reemerged; hugged to each other while they stared at each other's eyes. "Mmm, got'cha!"
Like that, they played all day at the pool. Wes became increasingly happier as time passed, Pressia was so active and forthright while at the same time keeping up that cute naiveté one would expect from an inanimate object brought to life. The two spent the rest of the day playing together, and before they knew it, the sun disappeared, giving way to the night.
When Wes stepped out, he helped Pressia up and gave her a fond nuzzle. The shark giggled, curious about what they were going to do next. "Hey Pressia, is that your belly rumbling? Heh, guess someone's hungry!"
For some reason she couldn't understand, Pressia felt humble and a bit anxious when Wes poked fun at her hunger. She pushed him away playfully, "Maybe I am! I haven't eaten anything since... well, forever!"
Wes laughed, "That's true! Well, let's not keep that cute belly of yours waiting. I'm gonna give you something to fill you up!"
Pressia put her sharp fangs to work that night, tearing into a simple meal of steak with steamed vegetables. The shark was more than pleased to discover her sense of taste. To Wes, it was like watching someone try a dish they had never even heard of before; in Pressia's case, this was going to be a daily thing. "It's so so so good! Can I have more?" she asked that at least five times before Wes ran out of food in his fridge.
After Wes had finished cleaning up, - he stopped her from helping with the dishes as she was too clumsy to not break them with her strength - he had Pressia follow him to the living room where they sat down to watch TV together. Pressia was both astonished and positively impressed at the movies Wes showed her, often finding herself attracted to the idea of participating in the action. Wes had to explain the tall shark girl it was merely a pre-recorded make-believe story. Pressia's favorite part was when Wes made pop-corn; she ate two full bowls on her own!
Finally, Wes brought Pressia to a guest room; he didn't want to impose anything on her, what with the whole gaining sentience deal in the same day, but Pressia insisted on being close to him and not wanting to leave his side. "Alright Pressia. We'll sleep in the same room; I'll let you use my bed... Ahem, after we get you in pajamas," he blushed, at last realizing how absolutely naked the shark was. He had been so taken in with the fact life had decided to give him his dream girl that Wes hadn't stopped for a moment to consider Pressia's nudity. She was, of course, baffled by this reaction of modesty, but didn't have anything more than gratefulness after Wes gave her his PJs that she somehow managed to get herself dressed in. "Oh, this feels so soft and looks so good too! Clothes are so nice." The pajamas were pretty stretched around her bust, leaving her tummy exposed and the pants were a tight fit around her feminine behind. The clothes had been a gift from her beloved, so it was something that she didn't want to take off even after Wes suggested to look for a bigger one.
They chatted and chatted all night, with Pressia eager to play more the next day. "Hmm, I think I have an idea of what to do tomorrow, heh..." the fox grinned from his futon on the ground, "I think I'm gonna take you to the beach tomorrow!" Pressia was eager to discuss the beach, so she had Wes stay awake for later than he had anticipated. Wes described the beach as a much bigger pool, with a lot of different people in it. He added a lot of fun activities that they could do together in addition to playing in the sea, including buying hamburgers and having them together; she was especially attracted to that idea. Inevitably they talked themselves to sleep.
Waking Pressia up proved to be quite the troubled effort. After all she had eaten last night, the orange haired shark had slept like a log, and was still in the middle of a dream it appeared. Part of Wes didn't want to wake her up, watching her joyful smile as she slept. It wasn't that he hadn't ever seen someone sleep before, but Wes couldn't tell when the last time he had seen someone sleeping for the first time in their life was.
He decided to give her a couple hours of extra sleep and left for the nearest convenience store. Even with cheaper options available he rushed to the nearest ones in case Pressia woke up; he didn't want her to think he was gone. The fox wanted to buy ingredients for hotcakes to surprise her with breakfast, her first one had to pack a punch, he figured!
The shark woke up when a pervading scent in the air was caught by her nostrils. Pressia's eyes widely opened as she took in the sweet smell of hotcakes. Sitting up she nearly lost her balance, unused to the morning cramps her body was going through. "Wes? Are you there?" she hopped off and stretched, heading for the door which soon was pushed open by a hurrying fox.
"I'm coming! Don't get off the- aww. You beat me to it." Wes was holding a platter with a large stack of hotcakes. Pressia almost drooled all over the carpet as she became hypnotized by the sight and smell of breakfast. Her belly was aching for a bite!
"Are those for me?" the shark began to fiddle with her fingers, to what Wes chuckled. He led her downstairs since he decided he'd give her the chance to wake up to breakfast in bed another day. Pressia tore into her stack of hotcakes as soon as she sat down at the table, Wes had to make a couple more stacks just to keep up and get himself some, since she was consuming them like a cartoon cat swallows lasagna.
Once she was full and the dishes were done, Wes had trouble convincing Pressia to take the pajamas off. "They're yours, don't worry." He said, "If we're going to the beach though, you can't go in pajamas."
"But why not?" Pressia pouted, making Wes scratch his head.
"Uh, well, you wear a swimsuit for the beach, or uhm... summer clothes I guess, since I don't have a swimsuit for you here." He rubbed his chin as in deep thought; now that she was awake, he didn't want to leave the house without Pressia. "Tell you what, I'll give you one of my bigger shorts and a big shirt! You can have those too, so you'll have more choices than just the pajama, alright?"
Pressia seemed satisfied, "Yay!" she cheered, "More clothes!"
After they each had changed, Wes gathered some things such as skin protector lotion and his wallet and put them in a beach bag. They then walked out, headed for the beach. The trip down there was pretty uneventful. People didn't seem to think there was anything out of the ordinary with Pressia, even if she was a baggy-shorts wearing amazon. Keeping Pressia talking distracted her from actually derailing to converse with too many people. Sharks usually were big anyway, so this aspect of her worked in favor to be relatively inconspicuous. Wes was in fact very pleased with the fact people weren't paying them second glances, as he had an easier time answering the unwavering assault of questions Pressia had for him, such as: "How many different cars are there?", "Why are posters of so many different people hung up everywhere?" or even "How do TVs work anyway?"; granted, Wes had to work harder to think up decent answers for some of the more inane questions, but he still had fun casually showing Pressia around.
Arriving at the beach, Pressia instantly became shocked with the amount of water she saw. "Oh wow. Wes, is this the sea you were talking about?"
"Yep! See all that water moving like that in arcs? Those are waves! I gotta teach you how to catch them." Pressia rushed off to the shore, ignoring people for once. "Hey, wait up! Got to put some lotion on if we're gonna play under the sun, here."
Pressia turned around and looked at the tube in Wes' hand after heading towards him. The fox explained how easily skin could be damaged by excess exposure to the sun rays, which Pressia quickly understood. After getting her to sit down on a mat, Wes worked his hands with her skin, marveling at how smooth it was for a shark; it probably had to do with the fact she used to be made of rubbery material. Pressia seemed to enjoy the massage he fit while applying the lotion too. "Hmm, so can we play now?" she eagerly asked after shaking a bit. Wes snickered, thanking the sticky feeling she probably was unaccustomed to, which let him watch her jiggle lady bits within her clothes for a brief moment. Some of the onlookers seemed to lose their jaws at the sight; Wes could only grin. Finally it was them on the other side.
"Sure, I'll go in after you!" the fox smiled to himself as Pressia fearlessly ran off and jumped into the sea. Wes remained behind to put his things down and put some lotion on the riskier zones of his body, and then just rushed off to where Pressia was anxiously splashing.
"There's so many people here, Wes! Are they playing too?"
"Some might be," Wes explained as he braced around the curious shark, "But don't just assume they want to play with you, alright? Be sure to politely ask them if you want to play with more people first."
"Hmm, nah! I just want to play with you!" the shark giggled, but then grunted as a wave suddenly broke against her neck. "Ahh! That stung..."
Wes chuckled, "The waves don't stop! You have to catch the 'em or dive until they go over you if you don't want them to break against you!"
"You could've said something before that one hit me!"
"I know, but I wanted to see your reaction," Wes snickered, making Pressia puff her cheeks out before she splashed his face full of water. "Hey!" he blinked at Pressia rasping playfully at him, "Oh, it's ON!"
Pressia began to swim away with Wes trying to catch up to her. Obviously, it was hard to keep up with the innate aquatic animal, but he didn't stop even for a second. Eventually, he managed to brace against her tail and catch it, but Pressia only began to kick harder, dragging him along for a rough ride around the deeper part of the beach for a good half hour.
"Do I win?" Pressia asked while gently stroking towards the shore, carrying Wes on her back.
Wes was still panting; he couldn't remember the last time he had exerted himself this much before! "You have... way too much energy..." he observed as they made it to the shoreline. Pressia giggled as she gently set him down on dry sand to allow him a breather, "Okay uh, how about we go get those burgers, huh?"
"More food? Yay!" Pressia bounced in place, jiggling all over the place as her imagination made her mouth water. Wes laughed at how easy it was to get her to actually drool when food was mentioned. After enjoying a couple of patties each, they spent the rest of the day swimming and running around, enjoying each other's company to its fullest. When they decided to actually rest, Pressia had yet another question for Wes. "Hey Wes, I saw this a couple of times in the movies yesterday but... What're they doing?" she pointed towards a couple making out under their parasol while slurping some of her milkshake. Wes's cheeks instantly flushed a deep red and averted his gaze from the frenching couple only to turn and explain to Pressia.
"They're uh, they're kissing, Pressia."
"Kissing? Why do they do that?"
"Well, maybe they're either really good friends or an actual couple. You know, like uhm... like... us?" It was Wes' time to fiddle, but Pressia still didn't get his bashfulness.
"Oh..." Pressia seemed deep in thought as she scraped for more to drink at the bottom of her shake, then she smiled and casually asked: "Do you want to kiss?"
It was all Wes could do to avoid losing his nerve. He had actually been hoping for Pressia to become bashful of the situation like he had, as Wes didn't want to rush anything; but there she was, sharing a mat on the beach with him, something he had never been able to experience. "Damn the wait," Wes finally said in his head, before he actually put his paws around Pressia's cheeks and pulled himself in for a kiss. Their lips locked for a few seconds before he actually began to ease off on her mouth. Pressia blinked at first, but she was instantly drawn in the kiss as well. The fox and shark kissed deeply for a few seconds before Wes took it a step forwards and began to prod her mouth with his tongue, as if asking for permission. Instinctively, Pressia gave him passage and they wrapped tongues, playing with each other's slick muscle in the ensuing passion.
After closing their eyes, Pressia and Wes began to become enveloped in that passion. Wes felt her grip his sides affectionately, as if urging him closer. Pressia felt as Wes briefly stopped to take breaths only to continue with renewed vigor, she could even feel that vigor transferring to her as she felt every part of her being relish the kiss. For some reason, every time Wes stopped to breathe felt like she was alone in the world, and each time their mouths rejoined felt like her beloved had returned bearing gifts. She could feel it in her chest, but also in her arms, legs and even her hips.
People caught sight of the phenomenon the unlikely couple was clearly ignoring. Pressia's hair was growing longer, her mane of bright orange developing locks that freely flowed against her back and over her shoulders. Her arms were starting to thicken out and bulge with muscle, stretching the baggy shirt Wes had gotten her. Pressia felt as her biceps strained the fabric even if she wasn't flexing. The tightness in her shirt was due to the fact her huge knockers were becoming even huger, inflating like balloons ready to literally pop out of her shirt. The tight shorts hugging Pressia's hips began to stretch over her enlarging bubble butt, the middle sinking down between her vast butt cheeks. Pressia was rising taller, but Wes couldn't tell as Pressia had set him on her lap. The onlookers became wary, some even afraid as they heard fabric creaking and the black shark outgrowing her clothes.
Wes found himself kissing harder, deeper, using his lungs with almost the same intensity he had inflated Pressia the day before. She was relishing the kiss both ways, unaware of her newest transformation. So consumed were the two that they ignored cries of a nine foot tall monster shark girl trying to devour a small fox. Pressia's shirt was losing the battle against her broad shoulders and basketball-sized breasts, busting at all the seams that widened into holes. The creaking only got worse as the shorts joined the losing team, audibly stretching as Pressia's sexy ass pushed them to their limits. There was a brief silence before a loud snap made the ten foot tall shark girl's muscular yet feminine body burst the makeshift summer attire into tattered rags of cloth.
Yet Wes and Pressia kissed still. She was growing taller, buffer and even more beautiful by the second and Wes' only intent was to catch up with years of rejection projected into his lovely shark. He wanted to devote himself to Pressia, Wes simply knew that now. Even after he became convinced that Pressia was as devoted to him, he still doubted he would ever make it past the awkward thought of moving into a relationship with his former pool toy, but now it only felt natural to do so.
When Wes's tongue felt like it was going to fall off from numbness, he was forced to stop kissing. He panted, clinging to her muscular arms, resting against her gigantic yet soft breasts. The almost twelve foot tall amazon's creamy tits were keeping him cushy yet held him firmly in place while her bigger paws held him from behind. "Mmm... I think I like kisses," Pressia giggled, tail wagging behind her enormous booty.
Wes was about to say: "Me too." When his eyes widened like plates, realizing he had to crank his neck all the way back just to meet with Pressia's eyes again. "Puh-Pressia?"
Pressia, in the afterglow of her growth, almost missed the point her boyfriend seemed a lot smaller now. "Wes? Did you just shrink?" Wes blinked, trying to think about what had just happened, but then it hit him.
"I uh... I think I just blew you bigger!" The fox looked around the vast expanse of woman that Pressia had become. She was so attractive and femininely thick in spite of her huge muscles. She was beautiful and powerful as she was sexy. Thick thunder-thighs, massive yet womanly legs, a rock-hard six-pack on her abs and every bit curvy as a man could wish for.
"I think I scared everyone..." the massive shark said, noticing the people around them had left the beach. In fact, the premises had been vacated. "W-Wes, am I in trouble...?"
"Hell no!" the fox hurried to say, but then cleared his throat and replied with a fond smile, "You look better than ever!"
"R-really? You think so?" Pressia seemed to blush, to which Wes grinned.
"Look, will a kiss ease you off?" the fox smiled. Pressia blinked, but then she smirked and leaned down on her beloved.
They were going to have much more fun than they thought. And Pressia was going to demand a lot more burgers after today. Many, many more.
The End.