He gets kicked off the beach.

"You. Disgusting. Little. Shit!" The lifeguard growled as he stomped over to where Chris was sitting on the ground, yanking the dazed surfer up by his upper arm. "Jizzing all over the bench... Who's gonna clean that up, huh? What's wrong with you?!"

Pulling his tongue back into his mouth, Chris tried to formulate a response, but the pink cotton that seemed to have replaced his brain didn't provide anything coherent, so the surfer only mumbled dumbly. The rough treatment made his tits jiggle all over the place - and Chris' heart beat faster. Who knew getting manhandled could be so exciting? A low, drawn-out moan rose from the surfer's throat.

"Oh, god damn it. You're on something, huh? High as a fucking kite! That's it, you freak. You're off my beach. Permanently."

His intent made clear, the lifeguard began dragging Chris towards the boardwalk, not caring if the stumbling surfer could keep up. Whenever the big-titted boy stumbled, the lifeguard pulled him back on his feet, making Chris groan. His nipples were still stiff and throbbing, mouth twitching as he wished he'd have something to fill it. Something hard and long and throbbing and delicious... Wait a minute. The lifeguard. He had a... a cock... and tasty cum in his balls... but he was a guy, and Chris wasn't gay!

"Yo! Hands off, you're in deep shit already. Don't make it worse!" The lifeguard slapped Chris' hand away from where it tugged at the waistband of the taller man's swimming trunks. Chris pulled his stinging hand between his tits, the pain helping in sobering him up a little. Part of the pink cotton in his head turned back into synapses, allowing him to think about something else besides how incredibly good he felt.

"Why are you so mean?" Sadly, just because Chris could form coherent sentences again, it didn't mean that he was all there yet.

"Mean?! I'm doing my job, prick. Maybe don't blast rope in a public changing room next time."

Before Chris could answer, he felt himself shoved onto the boardwalk, stumbling, falling, twisting in the air so he fell on his side and not on his sensitive new titties. Looking up at the scowling lifeguard, Chris actually felt tears well up in his eyes; but was it because he had been kicked off the beach or because the muscular hunk had let go if him?

"Now scram. I never want to see you again on my beach. I'll tell the others at the station to look out for you, too. Shouldn't be too hard to recognize you with that rack," the lifeguard sneered, staring at Chris' boobs with obvious disdain. "What'd you do to yourself, anyways? Wait, no. I don't give a shit."

Jerking his head sideways sharply, the lifeguard stared at the surfer until Chris finally pulled himself up and slowly got to his feet, shooting a last pouty glance towards the guard. When even that didn't seem to move him, Chris plodded down the boardwalk, passing a pseudo-French boutique full of frilly dresses, and felt a little sorry for himself. And the day had started off so good! He'd met a cute babe, sucked her yummy cock, then he'd grown these amazing boobies... speaking of which, he probably shouldn't run around topless. But then again, Chris was a guy, and a little additional fat on his pecs didn't mean he had to cover up, right?

Rubbing his slightly swollen belly, Chris continued down the boardwalk, barely noticing the hushed whispers and quick glances other pedestrians shot his way. Why should he care? They probably were just jealous of his hooters! But maybe it was a good idea to go home for now, laze around on the sun deck on the roof a bit. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, now that he wasn't allowed on the beach anymore.