Inflatable Insanity

Brian Jones liked the beach of Bay Cove. Not the main one, of course, overrun by tourists and all the locals too lazy to drive south a few minutes to find a more secluded spot among the cliffs at the foot of the mountain. Especially now, with the hubbub currently going on in the city with strange transformations and intensifying talks about a lockdown, Brian needed a break. Half the stories sounded insane, like the one about a robot taking over the General Hospital, and the other half perverted hoaxes - but he knew better. He'd seen the results of the latter, right from the window of his apartment.

A woman changing right there in a café, growing a giant prehensile cock that fucked her tits and throat at the same time. A four-armed babe with enormous, bulging muscles strolling past without a care in the world. A plump, slightly frazzled looking chick as wide as she was tall - almost all in her tits and ass - stumbling through the streets. Even darting black shadows at night, shiny in the light of the streetlamps...

Which was why Brian was now on his beach towel on a little known beach only reachable via a precarious path along the cliff, only him, his sunscreen and a milkshake he'd bought on the boardwalk. Well, and the girl at the other end of the beach, lying on her stomach as she worked on her tan. But just like Brian, she was here for privacy, so they mutually ignored each other from the moment Brian began to set down and changed into his swimming trunks.

Hot and breathing a little hard from the way down, he took a deep gulp from the icy goodness of his milkshake, condensation already gathering on the cup, and began to rub sunscreen into his well-muscled arms. The milky substance seeped into his skin and left it slightly shiny as the cold from the milkshake spread out from his stomach, cooling Brian down nicely as he kept going, spreading sunscreen on his pecs and stomach, carefully applying it to his legs last, stretching to get to his feet just because he could. Stretches and lifting had given him a strong, flexible body, so why not enjoy it?

"Hffshhhh!" The hissing noise Brian made when he straightened again was more than a bit weird, though. He wasn't exactly in the habit of grunting during workouts, after all. "Huh...?"

The cold had kept spreading during sunscreen application, filling almost his entire body by now - which was actually rather nice, considering the summer heat. Taking another deep gulp from his milkshake, Brian looked down at himself, face scrunched up in confusion. Something was wrong, wasn't it? His skin was shiny... from the lotion. It had to be the lotion. No way he was... Brian hadn't had contact with...

"Fsssssht!" Contact or not, something was happening. Brian gasped for air involuntarily, but his breathing sounded more like air blown into a balloon. And the skin on his arms and stomach... "Oh. Oh fucking hell."

It had become more shiny as Brian watched. And not in the way lotion or sweat achieved - no, Brian's skin had a downright plastic-y sheen to it, glistening in the sun as he gaped and ran his fingers over his stomach. It felt like plastic, too, impossibly smooth and somehow supremely sensitive. And not only that, it was changing color before Brian's eyes. His front lightening towards first a pale mockery of his tan, then porcelain white, limbs and the rest of his torso darkening to deep black, the sheen of plastic spreading over his legs and, presumably, up over his face.

"No! No, no, noossssffft!" Brian's body bulged, swelled, expanded as he involuntarily sucked more air into himself. But only in very strategic places. "I don't wannaassshhhhfff!"

It was as if Brian was blowing himself up. Or rather, his thighs, his hips, his ass... his pecs. Only you could barely call them pecs anymore: instead, two small, but perfectly round orbs swelled on Brian's chest every time he compulsively gulped in air, their outsides black, everything from a few inches to the left and right of the nipples inward white. And the nipples themselves...

"Hsssshhh!" They weren't the flat circles Brian knew. But neither were they the fat, pulsing pleasure nubs he so enjoyed to lick and nibble - no, they were stark white just like the rest of him, and began to look more and more like... "Airvalvessshshfff?!"

Grabbing the expanding orbs with his black, rubbery hands, Brian only managed to produce a loud squeak of plastic on plastic, pressing his swelling, strangely light tits together to produce more of these noises - unprepared for the pleasure the touch brought him, making his panic, all other sensations almost entirely unimportant. Gasping and sucking in even more air, Brain kept playing with his increasingly enormous boobs, squeaking and creaking sounds emanating from his body as he rubbed his thighs together, dick engorging with every passing second.

"Fffshsss..." Already his globular bust approached the size of his head, and a quick glance towards his similarly swollen thighs and ass revealed a problem - his trunks were becoming too small for his voluminous behind, digging into his prodigious thighs. "Hssssaww, nooo... ssshhhhiiiit..."

Thighs and ass beginning to creak from the pressure, Brian let go of his tits and began to struggle with his swimming trunks before they became stuck on his body. To his misfortune, even the rough fabric of Brian's trunks sliding down his legs sent tingles of pleasure through him, his breasts wobbling strangely, almost weightlessly, as if they were... part of a air-filled pool toy.

"Wasssssh happeninnffffh!" Eyes wide, trunks discarded next to him, Brian stared at himself as his body blew up twice more in quick succession, the globes of his breasts growing past the size of his head without growing any weightier on his chest, his hips widening, his ass swelling with a low hissing sound, lifting his waist higher, and his cock... "Thisssshhh isssffffh..."

His cock definitely didn't look like before this insanity had started. Instead, it was a white, perfectly smooth rod with an egg-shaped tip, another closed valve capping the swollen shaft as it grew with every gasping, hissing intake of breath. It wobbled and creaked as Brian spread his legs wider in astonishment, inadvertently making room for the next development his body was going through.

"Crazzsssshhhy..." This time, the air rushing into Brian's increasingly light body didn't only enhance his proportions. "Ffffssssst!"

Brian could feel his face pushing out, upper and lower jaw lengthening together, nose melting away into a tiny snout that squeaked under Brian's hands when he grabbed it. At the same time, a strangely echoing creak emanated from between his legs as a thick, finned tail rubbed against the insides of his thighs. And once more, each and every touch on his body sent shivers of lust through Brian, causing more gasping intakes of air, furthering his changes, which stimulated him more...

"Nooo, sshhhshhstooop!" Tail and snoot lengthened with the additional air supply, his voice becoming higher, more feminine the longer his maw grew, but most of the air definitely went into Brian's tits and ass. And somehow, his mass seemed to be decreasing as he swelled, making him bounce and wobble in place. "I look ridiculoussshhhffff~..."

"Well, I think you look really sexy." Gasping in surprise, drawing in more air to lengthen his tail and enhance his curves, Brian looked to his left, where he found the woman that had ignored him when Brian had gotten here. Of course she'd stopped doing that when she'd noticed the commotion, and now she was squatting next to the sexualized pool toy Brian had turned into. "And fuckable."

"Hfffssssss!"

It was obvious just how fuckable the woman found Brian: Between her bare, smooth legs rose a fat, drooling cock, almost as big as Brian's strange rubber one. And with his curves swelling once more from his surprised gasp, it jumped and strained excitedly.