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This was a submission for a group I’m in. The submission guidelines for this art challenge were “End of Summer,” so I decided to make it about Al and Sabrina having one last day at the local swimming pool. However, the increasingly nippy air temperatures have taken their toll—poor Sabrina! Oh well, there are always indoor pools.
This is one of the first times I’ve recently drawn a character in a swimsuit. Why, you may ask? Fanservice! I’m shameless. But this also took way longer than it should have, as I kept adding details in the background and then the PSD file was lost last night after becoming corrupted. Oh no! :( Luckily, I was able to salvage some of the WIPs and put this together. Hope this is satisfactory!
Characters and art © me
Note: This takes place a year or two in the future of the events of the first chapter of Eight-Layer Inferno, as Al and Sabrina already know each other by now.
Beach Ball
Brady was on vacation from his boring landlocked town. He loved the beachside and was dreading the fact that he would have to go back in a few days. He wished he could stay on the sunny coast for as long as he would like. He thought about how the grass was probably greener on the other side and that his life wasn’t terrible, although it could get boring at times. He wondered if all vacation spots are better as vacation spots and if visiting as a tourist, rather than a staying as a native would be better.
He decided not to think about that and tried to lay back and enjoy his holiday. Brady put his arms up with his hands behind his head and basked in the warm, but not too hot, sun. He felt the warmth on arms, legs and torso and was glad that the foliage was behind him and the trees gave him enough shade to protect his eyes from direct sunlight.
Relaxing in his white speedos basks in the sun in the pool area above the beach, Brady was glad he had chosen to stay at this hotel. It was known by a lot of gay locals for having a lot of a hot guys who were available. At least that’s what his friend, local to the area, told him over the phone. He thought about finding a guy and having a casual fling. After daydreaming for a while, Brady decided to take a walk on the beach. It was bright and the shade of the tree wasn’t covering his eyes anymore. He didn’t bring shades, but brought a hat that he put on to go for his walk.
He took his time to enjoy his walk and feel the sand on his bare feet. Then he saw a sports ball fly in his direction, hit the sand with a thud and roll a little bit. As he approached it and picked it up, a muscle bear jogged down the stairs and came up to him. “Sorry about that, bud. My friends and I were playing water polo and the ball got away from us, I guess.” the bear said, putting his hand on the back of his neck.
Brady adjusted his hat “No problem” and passed the ball back. It was hard and rough like a basketball with a similar size, but had colored stripes like a beach ball. “You know what? We’re having such a good time up there, why don’t you join us?” the bear winked at Brady, who didn’t notice. Brady hesitated and the bear put his hand on top of his head, half-scratching it and half-adjusting his hair. “The name’s George by the way.” Brady introduced himself and found himself staring at George. The blocky muscles, vascular forearms and nice beard that was mixed with brown and grey made him Brady’s type. After a very quick, almost unnoticeable glance at George’s crotch, taking notice of his grey camo swim shorts, Brady agreed.
After both heading up the stairs and rinsing themselves to get the sand off their feet, they were ready to jump in and start playing. The pool was a large rectangle, about the same size and shape of many pools, about 10 metres by 15 meters with a lot of space to move around. The only difference was that the pool floor was completely flat and all the same water level. The water isn’t very deep, but not very shallow either. That would probably make playing easier, but then again, looking at everyone else, maybe not. Brady couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everyone else was a bear. The bears were all different. Some were more muscular with hard muscle guts and large, hard muscles while some were more chubby with rounder, softer guts that slightly hung over their waistbands, but equally large, although softer and rounder, muscles. They were all quite hairy, had beards and were noticeably taller than Brady. The water reached just a couple inches under his chest, but reached just above their navels. Brady was not a short man, but was almost 6 feet, without shoes. All the bears had to be around 6′5′’. That was a bit intimidating. At least George was with him. That made him feel better, even though he was also a stranger.
Brady was having a good time. He had played water polo before and was pretty good, despite the size difference of the other players. He was enjoying himself and felt his mind calm and focus on the game instead of the end of his vacation. Due to the rules of this specific game, no one was allowed to swim, they could only walk. They couldn’t make a line either and had to spread out. Brady found it hard to walk because even though his muscles were toned, he didn’t have as much practice as everyone else nor the muscle mass to move through the water as easily. Brady found himself face to face with some of the bears, their arms raised to block him from passing the ball easily or scoring. The musk that came from their sweaty bodies drove Brady crazy and almost made him chub up in his white speedos. He thought about how their sweat must have mixed with the water, but decided to stop before he tented his speedos. It would still have been noticeable underwater. Moving around helped him calm down.
They played for a few hours and Brady found it easier to move as time went on. His body started to transform, even though he didn’t realize because his focus was on the game and not his body. It started in his feet, which became spread out across the wet and slippery floor, getting longer and wider. His calves beefed up, followed by his thighs. Brady widened his stance unconsciously. He found the wider stance made him move faster and easier through the water. The new muscles weren’t very defined, but they were certainly powerful and allowed him to move through the water.
His crotch was next. His balls grew larger and heavier. His ballsack began to hang low and a lot more testosterone was pumped throughout his body. His dick repeatedly began to chub up a little, but went back to normal as Brady moved around more. Each time it happened, his dick became a little thicker each time while his foreskin grew back slowly. When his foreskin had grown back completely, he stopped chubbing up, but had left a streak of pre in his speedos, which got washed away by the water. His now larger thighs were filling out the leg holes of his speedo and his ass grew larger and became round with both muscle and fat, stretching out the speedo out further. It became too much for the material to contain and the top of his ass started to peek out. His crack was barely exposed, but the top of his cheeks were definitely noticeable. From the side, you could see how his lower back made it look like that. His spine acting as an extension of his crack and his small, round love handles complementing the round cheeks and flatter hips. All this was starting to stretch out his speedo and his waistband make a small pop as it reached it’s maximum elasticity, but stayed on Brady. His legs got a little longer and the water reached closer to his navel. Brady’s nose was now at the same level as the other bears’ chins.
Being in the water made his speedos more pliable and stretchy. Over time, the speedos got stretched out and fit Brady’s new lower half. He performed assists and helped his teammates, including George score a few goals. His team was winning, even though it didn’t really matter because it was just a casual game. George took the time to pat him on the back and said “Thanks for the assist”.
“No problem” Brady said. He tried to score a few goals on his own, but was blocked each time. There was even a time where the goalie of the other team blocked Brady’s shot and it bounced off the goalpost and hit him in the side of the face.
This knocked him down into the water and Brady ended up drinking some of the water because it happened so fast. Brady got up, lifting is his head and torso out of the water and picked up his floating hat. His head felt exposed, especially since his hair was a lot shorter now, especially on the sides. Brady dismissed this feeling and thought it was just his wet head. His face looked slightly older now and the water dripping down his chin left a small goatee with a soul patch under his bottom lip. This all began to thicken very slowly and the new stubble on his moustache started to grow out and meet with the hair on his chin. “You ok, bud?” George said in a slightly serious tone. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s keep playing”
“Why don’t you put your hat on the sidelines to dry?” George suggested “Sounds good” Brady said, moving to his side and throwing his hat about a meter behind his team’s goal. The ball had already moved between the other players, so he went to continue playing.
Brady continued to change and his love handles continued to expand. He had abs, but they slowly got covered up by a layer of fat. His gut swelled, but defied gravity and refused to hang over his speedos, but stuck straight out. It looked like the ball they were playing with had been stuffed under his stomach, where the lower part of his abs used to show. His lats flared outwards and beefed up causing Brady to spread his arms further apart.
He raised his arms, exposing the growing patches of hair under his pits. His legs and the tops of his feet started sprouting hair as well and his underwear was hiding an explosion of pubes which escaped the waistband of his speedos as a happy trail started to creep up his stomach. The game got a little intense and Brady started to sweat and produce a musk of his own. The hair on his happy trail spread out over his chest as a dusting of hairs coated his torso and forearms.
Brady’s shoulders beefed up, followed by the rest of his arms. His palms got thicker and wider and longer as his fingers got thicker and longer as well. His arms got longer without losing any muscle mass in their proportions. Hair sprouted on his knuckles and the hair on his forearms spread down to the backs of his hands. if Brady lowered his arms to his sides and stood up straight, his fingers would touch his knees. This problem solved itself before he could notice and his torso lengthened and the water reached his navel. His chest beefed up, puffing out slightly more, while still remaining mostly square and masculine.
After a while, Brady managed to score a goal and was cheered by his teammates. They all pulled him in for a group hug with him at the center. The hair above his lip, and under it, connected to the hair on his chin. Brady now had a thick goatee that was on its way to becoming a full beard. George massaged Brady’s traps as a congratulations and the new bear tensed up his trap muscles. While after a few seconds, Brady relaxed, his traps kept the same mass. His face and neck became thicker and wider, but his neck still remained visible and recognizable as a neck, separate from his traps, but still well connected.
Brady’s hair, short on the sides, started to connect with his goatee, creeping down the side of his face as short sideburns, then spreading both under his chin and over the sides of his face, getting thicker and longer as they met at the center of his lower face.
The game went on and Brady got to score a couple more goals. The game ended and his team won. They all cheered and shook hands with the other team members and got out of the pool. Brady was out of the pool, drying off with his towel. He didn’t question or notice how his body had changed. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared. In his mind it had always been this way. Same for everyone else he met before. He was still set to leave in a few days, but felt better and more prepared, having had such a good time so far, even if it had to end. He would go back home a changed man, at least in body. Even though he was older looking, he was still the same age of 38, even though he now looked his age, instead of good for it. He was about to leave his hat behind in the pool area “Hey bud, looks like you forgot your hat!” George said, handing it to Brady who put it on. “Looks like I did. Thanks for reminding me” Brady tipped his hat by bending his neck with his hand on the brim to say thank you.
“Listen, I just took a walk on the beach, I’m gonna head up to my room. Why don’t you join me?” Brady said, winking at George. George excitedly took notice and stood closer. Where before his chin was at the same level as the top of his chest, Brady was now just a hair taller than George, who pulled him in for a kiss. George smiled. “I’d love to” Brady responded by doing the same, feeling up George’s hairy chest and groping his hard, muscular forearms. Brady took George by the hand as they both ran to his room, Brady leading the way. “Let’s go then”
A seal playing in the harbor. It's a simple effect, but I'm proud of how I spaced the colors to make it look like some of it's beneath the water's surface.
