Uber Beach

At first glance Ian and Andrew wouldn't seem like they would get along: Ian was a morning person and loved the outdoors, Andrew was a night owl and preferred staying inside.  But as time went on they learned they had more in common than they thought, and gained an appreciation for things they didn't from each other.  On occasion Ian stayed out late, other times Andrew woke up early, and every so often they would wake up early or stay up late, depending on the other's inclination, and fuck like rabbits.

Ian cajoled Andrew to get up before dawn one day, with the promise of watching the sun rise on the beach with him.  It was still, quiet, and empty but for the two of them, and they merely sat in silence enjoying the other's company as the day broke.  Andrew considered it worthwhile, not least because his Mediterranean boyfriend stripped down to a set of swim trunks for a quick dip; the view was nice already but, he reasoned, there were always ways to make it better.  Plus the privacy afforded him the ability to engage in other plans.

Ian returned, sitting down beside Andrew. "You should get out more often," he said. "The sun might do you some good."

"The Irish don't tan," Andrew replied, gesturing to his pale complexion and red hair, "they just get really crispy."

He shrugged. "Fair enough." As his partner reached into his pants pockets he asked, "what've you got, there?"

Andrew removed two bottles, holding them up for him to see. "Inflation pills."

"You brought them with us?" He glanced around the beach. "Sure, okay."

As Ian reached for one, Andrew pulled it back. "I brought a bottle for each of us," he said, smiling.

Ian let out a short laugh. "A -bottle?-  -Each?-" After a moment of thought he took one of them from Andrew. "Sure, why not?  Maybe we'll even deflate before someone notices."

As they opened them Andrew said, "we probably won't." He tossed the wad of cotton aside. "Definitely not after a hundred pills."

While numerous, they were small, and swallowing them all was easier than they expected.  Setting the bottles down they looked eagerly at each other, watching for the first signs of growth.  It wasn't seen, but felt and heard as their stomachs gurgled loudly.  Their attention was drawn to themselves as their bellies suddenly surged outward, Andrew's shirt being pushed up and the button on his pants popping off and sailing into the tide from the force. "Woah!"

"Should've worn something with more stretch," Ian said.  As their backsides grew larger and rounder, doubling in size, he leaned over and gave Andrew a slap on the rear.

Andrew let out a yelp, kicking his legs as the spreading airy thickness continued down their thighs to their shins.  "Easy for you to say," he retorted, "you're half naked."

Their chests rose up into low curves, merging with their guts as their shoulders and arms widened.  As their torsos grew rounder their limbs began to starfish, their bodies rolling up into an approximation of a standing position. "Your clothing seems to be hanging on fine, though."

He looked down at himself as best he could; the curve of his body was in the way, but an outside observer could see his shirt and jacket stretched easily across his upper half and his jeans across the bottom, a wide band of skin with a deep navel poking out between them and steadily growing wider as he did. "It's pretty normal, though."

"As normal as this can be, anyway," Ian said.  By now their figures were mostly round, as all that remained of their arms and legs were dimpled domes topped with hands and feet.  As their widths and heights surpassed their original, non-inflated states, their sides began bumping into each other, bodies still gurgling loudly as the pills worked on them. "Maybe one of us shouldn't have taken them," he added, hands and feet fidgeting. "Are you as hard as I am right now?"

"Probably," Andrew replied, "I'm feeling kind of-"

They stifled a collective moan as their bodies creaked, surging out and bumping into the other, sending them rolling sideways as they swelled to the size of weather balloons, coming to a stop right side up some distance apart.  A second later the pressure in their bodies relented, ever so slightly, and their manhoods simply grew up and out.  They gained feet in seconds, Ian's pushing down the hem of his swimsuit and Andrew's simply forcing open his fly and tearing through his underwear.  They felt them bump and brush against the undersides of their bellies, skin smooth and taut, twitching before they came in a blast of air.

Andrew shook off the daze, looking over at Ian as best he could as they continued to grow. "Ian!" he exclaimed. "You're huge!"

"Me?" he shouted back. "Look at you!  Your dick's the size of a person."

"It sure feels like it."  Suddenly there was a stiffness in their hands, and Andrew's shoes grew tight.  A second later they felt their hands simply billow outward into full spheres, their fingers growing into fat nubs with a series of "pop"s.  His shoes were simply ripped apart from the inside as their feet followed suit, oblong balloons topped with round toes.  As if catching up for lost time they grew rapidly, uninhibited before their swelling slowed to match the pace of the rest of them, now nearing the scale of hot air balloons.  Rather remarkably, their clothing still managed to hold on and cover them at least partway, over two stories of dick each notwithstanding.

"This is starting to get out of hand," Ian shouted, his head half-buried by his own swollen neck.  A second later he added, "no pun intended."

"It doesn't hurt, though," Andrew replied, "and it doesn't feel too tight.  But next time only one of us should-" Without warning his lips swelled, pursing shut; considering the mutual changes they were experiencing, he could only assume Ian was experiencing the same.  His cheeks began to bulge, filling and growing to the scale of oranges, then grapefruits, then matching his head before exceeding it.  As he wondered what would happen next he heard the familiar gurgling sound coming from somewhere very close, and there was the rush of gas as his line of sight rose higher off his body, his vision going fish-eyed.  Despite what was happening he felt pleasantly dizzy, not really able to focus long enough on being concerned to -be- concerned.  As he felt his cock creak as another blast of air erupted from it, his thoughts were pulled away from the notions of helplessness and immobility, focused entirely on fullness and release.

When the first tourists of the day appeared they found much of the beach occupied by two large, slowly growing objects seated side by side.  The assumption was that they were giant erotic novelty blimps of some sort, placed there perhaps as a joke.  Questions were raised about their ominous size towards the end of the day, but the next morning the only traces of them were articles of massively overstretched clothing, and the matter was considered solved.

Left unnoticed in the far corner of the parking lot was Ian and Andrew, steaming up the windows of Andrew's car as they, in accordance with their inclinations, fucked like rabbits.