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Well, since @mistyfdfa​ said so…

======= Mary stretched, toes curling, pussy filled, her soft thighs and hips forming a comfy blanket over her husband. They panted, in the afterglow, though she was beginning to pick up on a few angry mutters from other beachgoers. Oh come on, it was a nude beach. Aside from suddenly sprouting an extra two hundred pounds of booty between them, this should have been standard. She gave John another kiss on the lips, rolling her hips slightly, making him grunt and moan as she pushed hard to pull herself up on top of him, into a very soft, comfortable cowgirl position. She reached over to the discarded sunscreen, pulling out a thick handful of the still strangely cold stuff and slapping it down onto his chest. “Oh god,” he moaned, bucking up into her. “What are you doing with that stuff?” “Making you even curvier,” she said with a naughty grin. Before John could protest, she started to work it into his chest, giving some particularly generous attention to his nipples. He moaned, back arching as he spasmed, thrusting erratically into her, his chest bloating. For a moment, it looked like she was just making his pecs bloat, as they pumped up with muscle, but after several long moments, they softened, jiggling, into her hands as she continued to massage. Cooing, she tuged his nipples, making him twitch inside her, even as he fixed her with a slightly annoyed glare.

“Boobs?” He asked. “You gave me boobs.” “Noooooo,” Mary said, working the last of it into his  volleyball sized tits. “I gave you big huge fat boobs.” She tugged on his nipples, adding in a light quarter-turn and making him thrust again, his cock involuntarily stiffening and spasming inside her. “Honestly, they’re more like gazongas at this point, really.” John fixed her with a glare that he tried to make angry, but he was so close to cumming he could hardly make it convincing. “Poor baby,” she said, rolling her hips and making his eyes disappear back into his head. “I tell you what, you can do mine.” She brought his hand up, filling it with the suntan lotion and then arching her back, raising her breasts. As he reached, she grabbed his wrist abruptly, splatting the generous handful back down onto his own chest. “Woops, butterfingers,” she said, gripping his hands and making him massage his own chest this time.

For the first thirty seconds, John swore he left his physical body, since there was nothing but pleasure, a vague sense of heavy weight on his chest and at his hips, and he was cumming and cumming and cumming, more than he probably ever had before. When the initial set of sensations left him, shocked and choking and gasping, with breasts as big as yoga balls, his wife finally unstraddled him, her legs shaking and weak from pleasure, and turned him over, letting him massage everything he could reach of his massive chest. Before long, he could feel his body starting to lift with the huge spheres, his legs bearing progressively less of his weight as his own chest lifted him. At last, his knees slid forward as his whole torso lifted up farther, and his cock slipped into his own cleavage. He let out an unholy grunt, more a rutting call than anything else as he began to pump his cock between his own breasts.

Behind him, Marry delicately put a droplet of the lotion on herself, very delicately and gently working her clit, feeling the tiny little nub swell and stiffen and poke out. The next dollop was a little larger, perhaps the size of a dime. Soon, she was working half of a delicate handful into her stiffening, swelling clit, her legs still shaking and weak from the constant sensation. John felt something long and hard press against his swollen cheeks, still lubed up in that strange lotion, and he whimpered with pleasure. “Okay,” she said, giggling, “My turn.” John  buried his face in his breasts, howling in pleasure as she slid into him, his wife mounting him, pressing into his bottom as his breasts swelled so large they became their improvised bed, drilling twin craters into the beach sand. Too far gone at this point to care, it would be hours by the time they stopped.