It's actually going to be pretty fun, for players and onlookers alike.

"Jamie! Jamie, like, look," Anne called out, and Jamie looked - something she almost immediately regretted. "Addie had some stuff that's, like, suuuper helpful."

It wasn't that the futa didn't like what she saw. She most certainly loved the sight. Jamie just feared what it would do to the downstairs situation; Anne was shaking her enormous, soft bust from side to side, bouncing happily up and down in the thigh-deep water. The resulting quakes and jiggles left Jamie and most likely a few others staring and almost drooling - but Anne's teensy bikini top stayed firmly in place, not moving an inch from her nipples.

"I'm staying inside my, like, bikini and stuff!" And it wasn't for lack of trying; Anne slapped herself in the arms with the sides of her tits, underboob slapping against her ribs, but her top stayed where it was. "Addie's stuff is su--oops!"

Even though Anne's boobage was now safely contained, it still weighed a considerable percentage of her bodyweight and suddenly overbalanced her, sending the bleached blonde into the surf. Monica had of course kept the camera trained on her friend - as much as Anne annoyed her sometimes, as much did she value the blonde ... and of course Anne's entertainment value. Judging by her grin, so did chat.

"Hehehe, I, like should be more careful," Anne giggled after rising out of the surf like a bleached blonde, curvaceous Venus and wiping her drenched hair out of her face. "But look! My boobies are still decent!"

There was nothing decent about Anne's giant melons or the way her bikini barely covered her areolas. But that was the important thing: After shaking her tits and falling into the ocean, Anne still hadn't exposed herself to the beach and Addie's audience. That meant that Mission Beach Volley Ball really was a go! After, of course, some quarelling about the teams.

"But Iiiii wanna be on my babygirl's team!"

"She's my girlfriend though, so I should get to play on the same team as her."

"But I wannaaaa~!"

"Think about it this way - if you play in Addie's team, Jamie is gonna see you... bouncing around all the time."

"Oooh! Like, good point!"

"Aaand... hup!"

Jamie couldn't believe the sight before her as Addie hopped upwards in the thigh-high surf to spike the inflatable ball towards Micaela. There was way too much jiggling and bouncing going on, and only the fact that the futa had spilled a load only minutes before saved her from embarassment. Or so she thought - distracted by the abundance of curves around her, the ball hit her right in the face.

"Oh god, I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Addie splashed through the water towards where Jamie, red in the face, picked up the ball out of the water.

"I'm fine, just..."

"Distracted?" cackled Monica from the sidelines, camera trained on the other four women. "No worries, chat definitely understands! Viewers are going crazy, donations going through the roof!"

"Well, then let's give 'em what they watch for," Jamie grinned, pushing down her embarassment and throwing the air to catch them with her other hand, almost even managing to do it only to almost fumble in the end, having to use both hands not to drop it in the end. "Let's do this!"

As it turned out, if Jamie focused, she could actually play reasonably well. Not that there was actual score keeping or anything, just two women in both teams throwing the ball and jumping around to entertain Addie's stream - and, as it turned out, half the beach. It didn't help Jamie's blush or concentration any when she found out, tingles running over her skin as the futa's nipples hardened into quite noticeable points inside her onepiece swimsuit, cock thankfully still deep in its refractory period. Otherwise, Jamie would habe been playing with a raging hardon.

After all, she was surrounded by absolute hotties. Her incredible girlfriend, Micaela's ass quaking and wobbling with every jump, tanned skin glistening wet with salt water. Her mother, impossible bust bouncing and jiggling, only staying decent thanks to the modelling glue Addie had supplied - and slinging herself into the surf more than once due to the enormous weight of her breasts unbalancing her. And Addie herself, looking for all the world like a bombshell bimbo, hiding the shrewd business woman behind a facade that was posing for effect, always in the direction of where Monica was filming.

Jamie was nowhere near as skilled at presenting herself, so she didn't even try, but Micaela did, trying her best to be a proper rival for the blonde and even succeeding somewhat. Modeling and streaming was, at least in this specific case, not that far apart. Of course, it also meant that the game itself lost a bit of importance - which had to have been expected, if Jamie was being honest. Considering how Addie earned her money.

"Take this!" Micaela slapped the ball so hard Jamie could see the rubber deform until she thought it would pop, and then race off to the other two women in the opposing team. "Yeah!"

And once again, someone was hit by a speeding ball, but not in the face this time. Instead, Anne took the ball straight to the tits, squealing as they wobbled and quaked, taking the impact like enormous, soft airbags that drew the eyes of many an onlooker, and certainly those of Jamie and Emily, sitting on the towel back on the beach.

"Owieee! You're, like, being sooo rough, Micaela!" Pouting exaggeratedly, Anne put her hands on top of her bust, batting her eyes rapidly. "We're just having a, like, friendly game and stuff."

"Yes, and I'm sorry, but you could have taken that with, I don't know, not your tits?"

"Maybe, but they are my greatest asset," Anne replied as she picked up the ball again and threw it in the air to serve. "Here we go!"

Jamie barely shook herself from her boob quake enduced stupor to receive the ball her mother sent over again, and the game continued undisturbed for a while.