First things first - Chris got filled with rather... potent cum.

Chris was holding her lover's hand as they walked along the boardwalk - and she'd never felt so happy. The sun was shining, birds were singing (granted, they were mostly seagulls, and more shrieking than singing), there was a soft breeze coming in from the sea, and her pussy still tingled from the savage stuffing she'd just received. It was a perfect day, and--

"Oops! Ehehe~!" Chris stumbled suddenly, falling against Steve and clinging to his arm to stay upright. Pressing her marvelous breasts against his arm, she grinned up at him and giggled. "I, like, dunno what just happened? But y'know, I kinda like this better~!"

Holding on to Steve's arm, Chris practically snuggled against the surfer's side and pulled his arm into her cleavage. It didn't make walking any easier, and the surfer bimbo kept stumbling every two dozen steps or so; counting had become just as hard as forming coherent sentences, but who cared... Chris had two huge titties, one needy pussy, one super long tongue, and Steve had one massive cock and two juicy balls. Who needed all those big numbers like... three and stuff?

"Hey, uh, babe? I'm glad you're happy and all that, but are you sure you're alright? Doesn't this happen a little... fast?"

"Why--oops! Hehe~." Stumbling again, Chris rubbed her tits against Steve's arm for good measure. It felt super nice, so why not? What didn't feel as nice where her shorts. Somehow, they felt kinda tight, and they were digging into her thighs... "Why though? I lllove it! I, like, can't wait to get home, I want your huuuge cock in my pussy again!"

Chris grabbed as much as she could encircle of Steve's monster through his loose pants and squeezed gently, giggling at the strangled sound her lover made. He was so cute when he was flustered! Who cared about the shocked stares of these prudes around them? Sex was great, especially with a body like Chris' and a cock like Steve's! They were definitely jealous. Or wanted to get their hands on Chris titties, one way or another.

"Ooh, I'm getting wet just, like, thinking about it..." Chris cooed, a beaming smile on her face as she rubbed her cheek on Steve's shoulder. Not even these dumb shorts could ruin her fun, not even with how they dug into her asscrack and--

RRIIPPP!

"Huh? Like, what happened? Why's my butt all drafty...? Oh!" Clapping both hands over the rip in the bottom of her pants, Chris was surprised how soft and jiggly her ass felt. "Heeey~, that's, like, so cool! Look, Steve, my ass is huge! C'mon, we need to get home, I need a mirror and stuff! And your cock!"

Taking her lover by the hand, Chris began to pull Steve after her, completely ignoring all stares that her outburst had caused - or the leering stares that the comment about her butt and Steve's cock had provoked.

The surfers' appartment was only two blocks down the boardwalk, but Chris kept stumbling every now and again, vaguely aware of continued ripping sounds from her shorts and how her gait altered slowly but surely, but her pussy ached and her mind was empty save for the need to remedy that different emptiness. It was horrible, she hadn't been fucked in at least 15 minutes! Luckily for Chris, it took a mere 5 more minutes to reach the apartment complex. Unluckily for her, the second she set her foot on the first step of the stairs...

"Uh, oops?" There wasn't even a ripping sound, just a faint ping as what structural integrity remained in Chris' shorts and underwear gave up the ghost und unceremoniously slid to the floor, leaving Chris nude from the waist down. And finally, the bimbo surfer took a proper look at her undercarriage. "Wow!"

And what an undercarriage it was! The width of Chris' hips had more than doubled, the soft skin slightly reddened where it had struggled against her shorts and boxers. Chris could only stare at herself wide-eyed for a second, filled with wonder; it wasn't just her hipbone that had widened, there was a generous padding of fat on her hips - and by extension, also her ass. It had swollen to a size that easily rivaled Chris' breasts, jutting out behind her in great globes of jiggly flesh and culminating in truly mouth-watering thighs. Chris couldn't help but grab the one raised on the step... and both her hands barely reached halfway around.

"Mgh..." The smooth, soft skin seemed to be quite a bit more sensitive as well, Chris feeling unable to not caress her upper leg. "This is, like, so-- eep!"

"I mean, I saw it happening, but still... Holy shit..." Steve was apparently just as impressed, stepping behind his lover to grab her hips, letting his hands run up and down their prodigious swell, the swelling bulge of his monstrously big shaft pressing between the enormous ass cheeks. Chris couldn't resist grinding against him, feeling sparks run right from her cheeks to her pussy as she shook her behind. They were completely lost in the sensations for a few seconds, but suddenly... "Holy shit!"

The sound of a door opening a few flights of stairs up brought them crashing back to reality - Steve more so than Chris. The bimbo surfer was vaguely aware of sounds up above them, but she wanted to shake her ass some more, rub against Steve, get him hard as iron and then take him right then and there, feeling her new ass cheeks jiggle and hear them clap... It wasn't even that she didn't hear Steve's pleas to get moving upstairs or feel his insistent pushing, but all it did was enhance her sensations - until Chris toppled over and barely caught herself on the steps in front of her, leaving her with her gigantic ass raised and her soaking wet pussy pressed against the pulsing, growing bulge in Steve's pants. The surfer bimbo's movements only grew more insistent now, and Steve's pleading and pushing slowly changed its nature as lust began to overwhelm him.

"Oh, hey!" "What'zz up?" "You zzeem to be having fun..." "You know, you're lucky that the zztairs aren't vizzible from the zztreet." "Hey Ben, you think they...?" "No, and don't azzk, that would be rude. Let'zz juzzt get out and find zzomeone elzze to collect from."

Both surfers were thus completely blindsided by a procession of absolutely diminutive and identical, if more than slightly inhuman fembois passing them, their bee-like eyes and arms almost paling compared to the nonchalance they treated the fact that Steve and Chris had been seconds away from fucking on the stairs. Almost. Four chitinous arms, faceted eyes, and antennae still took even Chris out of her lustful stupor, and both lovers stared at the bee bois passing them, followed by someone that looked to be the same species as them, was just as short as them - but impossibly curvy, with probably half her body weight put into ass and tits... and another fifth in the massive cock that stretched the front of her skirt, rose in front of her bare belly and into her struggling tube top, the fat glans peeking from her expansive cleavage.

"Hi, you two!" Her voice had a strange, buzzing quality to it, perfectly understandable, but rather exotic and sensual. She was standing a few steps above them to put her head on the same level as Steve's, leaving Chris to crane her neck to look up at her heart-shaped face - or rather, the underside of her massive bosom. One lower hand on her impossibly wide hips, the bee girl let her other three arms dangle as she spoke. "I'm Beeatrice, I live in 1B. While I'm zzure neither us nor Roxy are gonna mind you two banging here, izzn't a bed or a zzofa or zzomething gonna be more comfortable? And I dunno when the guyzz from 2 and 3 will be back from work."

"Pr-probably? I mean, yeah...?" Steve found his voice first, even if his part of the conversation was rather lacking in substance. "B-but... 1B? There lived one guy there, Seymour something, right?"

"Yeah, that wazz me. I got better! Toodlezz now, me and the boizz are going shopping. You take care and have fun!"

And with that, Beeatrice flounced past them, her double-wide posterior taking up almost half the stairs despite her lack of height. Steve and Chris stared after her and her entourage of bee fembois. While the surfers themselves had gone through rather radical changes, seeing this veritable swarm of half-insects buzz by was still a rather outlandish experience. Even after all of Beeatrice' entourage had filed out, they could only stare after them for quite a while.

"That... that was Seymour?"

"I know, right? She looked, like, so cute! And her boobies were huuuge!" Chris looked down her front, muscle shirt hanging down and baring her sizeable breasts - whose size still paled against Beeatrice' own, even if the queen bee was maybe half Chris' height. "Hm, you think I should get, like, a boobjob? Are my tiddies too small? If I got them to Beeatrice' size, or, like, even bigger, I could give you proper titfucks!"

The twitch in Steve's cock this offer elicited made Chris moan happily, the heat in her lower abdomen intensifying. She needed Steve right here, right now! Four flights of stairs might have as well been the distance to the moon.