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Cosmic Beach Bums
🕑 Added 2025-09-27 13:01:11 +0000 UTCExpanded the shark boy vignette from the other day with 2 more scenes to get it finished up. Hope you enjoy!
Inspired by this piece by Ranoa.
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It soared across the sky with the speed and fury of a falling star, a meteor the size of a house. It was aimed squarely at William—sunning himself in blissful ignorance on the otherwise balmy summer day—and cast a perfectly elliptical shadow on the sand at its approach. The bunny just about had time to frown, lift his shades, and utter, “Oh bother,” as the grossly oversized beach ball crashed down on top of him.
And bounced onwards, as beachballs tend to do.
Will, mercifully unflattened, pushed himself up and glanced after the gigantic, inflated ball as he waited for the world to stop spinning. The brightly colored projectile continued down the beach, leaving a wake of scattered parasols and towels, before finally crashing into the sea.
“Shit, sorry about that!” a voice called out from behind him. “You okay?” It was accompanied by the sounds of booming footsteps, a sure sign of a macro, if the oversized beach toy hadn’t clued Will in.
“I’m still alive,” William started to say as he turned around, craned his neck, and got an eyeful of an exceedingly cute shark, which scrambled his brain sufficiently to forget what he was going to say next. Like most of his aquatic kind, he was sleek and slender, with a boyish charm, a big ass, and a bulge in his beach shorts of such stupendous size that Will gasped audibly. His 100-foot stature only made his endowment more prominent, as Will’s low point of view all but pushed his enormous package in front of the regular-sized bunny’s eyes.
“You sure? You look a little out of it…”
“Either he’s got a concussion, or he’s hypnotized by your dick.” The second voice belonged to a mouse of similar size and endowment, who came up behind his friend at a leisurely pace. “Maybe a bit of both. As usual.”
Will flushed mightily at that. He opened his mouth to speak, but that was the extent of his mental power at that moment, as thoughts of the two humongously hung twinks otherwise occupied the rest of his brain at that point.
“I guess so. I did hit him pretty bang-on, didn’t I?” The shark squatted down in front of Will, his crotch-bulge swaying ponderously over a couple of hastily abandoned beach chairs, nearly touching the sand. “Sorry little dude. I’m Dylan; this here’s Thomas.”
“Introductions, now? Wouldn’t that be better before you knocked the sense out of his head?” Thomas said.
“Well, too late for that now, isn’t it? What’s your name, little fella? Can I get you a drink of something, as an apology?”
Will gawked up at him. His lips were moving, but nothing coherent came out. There was far too much shark-boy on display for that.
“Still nothing, huh? Man, maybe we actually need to get him a doctor.” Thomas said, returning with the beach ball.
“Nah. Lil’ cutie’s just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all.” Dylan gave Will a searching look, before breaking into a sly grin that showed off his razor-sharp teeth. “Who wouldn’t be? Shock like that, from a big ball and some big boys. There’s only one thing for it.”
“Oh? And what might that be?”
“Some even bigger boys, of course. Shock him right out of his stupor. That’ll fix him up!”
“What kind of ‘bigger?’” Thomas said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I can think of a few. Taller? More hung?”
“Why don’t we ask our patient?” Dylan said smoothly, as both macros turned their attention towards the flustered bunny beneath them.
Will’s heart beat so fast he could hardly think straight. It was all he could do to return the gaze of the flirty giant. “B-both?”
The seams of Dylan’s shorts groaned audibly from the strain. “Both it is.”
***
Was this how macros flirted? By parading their growing assets, tearing their trousers apart with the sheer mass of their swelling cocks?
It took Will’s breath away like nothing else, that was for sure. Blushing, fidgeting, and otherwise making a fool of himself, the poor bunny could only gawk beneath the giant boys as their packages grew to outsize the beach ball that had hit him—and they had barely started.
“Let’s get you a better vantage point,” Dylan said, acting as if his shorts weren’t already tearing in several places to tease a view of his incredibly girthy cock.
“I—I can see quite a lot from down here already,” Will said hurriedly.
“That’s just the pre-show,” Thomas said, looming beside the shark. “You don’t want to miss the main act, do you?” Where Dylan was casual, Thomas was direct, running his hand across his growing bulge to make it clear to their little toy just how much faster his cock grew at his touch. Even with shorts designed for hypers, they couldn’t hold back his pink behemoth for long, or the massive balls that hung to his knees and kept dropping lower as they swelled.
Dylan snatched him up before either crotch-bulge could erupt, bringing him up high in the palm of his hand as he stood up straight. Will was about the size of a figurine to the shark, just shy of 4 inches tall, which meant that he could just about cling to the sleek platform without fear of falling. It felt deeply intimate to the—comparatively—smaller bunny; Dylan’s hand was warm and soft, and he couldn’t help but blush. And what came next didn’t make the teint on his cheeks any lighter.
“That’ll do.” Dylan flashed his razor-toothed grin again. “For a start.”
A sudden, explosive tearing of cloth followed. There could be no doubt as to why: both shark and mouse destroyed their shorts in a brief moment of unrestrained growth, growing taller and more hung at once. They had been holding back, Will understood, gawking at their fat, swelling cocks meeting underneath him, and at how the ground began to recede as both boys added dozens upon dozens of feet to their towering heights.
“Finally,” Thomas barked, laughing, “I don’t think I could hold back much longer!”
“I’ve seen you keep smaller than that,” Dylan said. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
Thomas grinned. Then he surged upwards, doubling in size in the blink of an eye. “Working on it!”
“Mhm. Same.” Dylan followed Thomas’ lead, leapfrogging past him and smiling as the mouse did the same. Their discarded (or rather, destroyed) shorts had been big enough to substitute for a sails for a medium-sized boat. Now the strips of fabric were left as little more than rags beneath the sizable feet of the macros, who grew to dominate the view with their soaring heights. And the taller they grew, the fatter their cocks became, big enough for their balls to drag on the ground and their meaty shafts to begin eclipsing their owners.
“How’s the view?” Dylan’s voice boomed to the tense bunny clinging to his rapidly widening hand. “High enough for ya?”
Will was almost shocked at being addressed. Part of him had become convinced that he was in fact dreaming, and he had started to wonder when he might wake up. Not that he wanted to, mind! But even his hottest dreams rarely took him this far, and they were never this real.
“You tilted him again,” Thomas said, chiding the shark. “The poor man’s mind can’t keep up.”
“As if that’s new. I emphasize—sometimes my dick gets so big even I can’t handle it, too.”
“Ooh. That perked him up. I think he wants to see it.”
“Is that so?” Dylan cast his enormous gaze down at Will, who desperately tried to conceal the tent in his pants. “That could be arranged.” There was a seismic throb as his cock grew by another half his body length.
“It’s quite alright, really,” Will said hurriedly. “You don’t need to go out of your way or anything for me.”
“I insist,” Dylan said. “But first—let’s get you somewhere where you can better appreciate it.”
Thomas flicked his tail in silent amusement. At Dylan’s prompting, he hefted his cock—and allowed the shark to dangle their little friend precariously over a canyon of hot, glistening cockflesh from where their titanic manhoods met.
Will muttered a prayer. But even as the words left his lips, he couldn’t decide if it was for being dropped in or not. Dylan, generously, made the decision for him.
“Enjoy,” the shark said, as Will tumbled through the air, several hundred feet down, until their physics-defying packages caught and crushed him—gently—between them.
Upon regaining a lungful of air, Will followed his prayer with a hushed thanks..
“What a cutie,” Thomas commented, as he leaned in. “So small, and yet he squirms so good.”
“He knows what he’s about.” Dylan rumbled contently, rubbing his massive cock against Thomas’, keenly aware of the bunny in their midst. “And so do we. We’ve kept him waiting long enough. Let’s give the boy a show, hm?” Dylan rumbled again; not just from his throat, but his whole body, as he once again began to grow; bigger, taller, more hung.
This time, he didn’t stop.
***
It was a dream. It was the only thing that made sense. Will was sure of it. How else could he explain where he was? How he had lost his clothes? And how the giants that frotted their fat, cataclysmic cocks around him were able to expertly touch him intimately, their synchronized movements practically jerking him off as he was passed and pressed between their throbbing walls of dickflesh?
“F-fuck…” he moaned, despite himself, pressed spread-eagle between the two as the rolling movement of the macros made him cum again. His climax was made all the more irresistible by the knowledge of what would follow: the booming moans from above, the quickening of the throbbing mega-cocks, and the meteoric surge of size.
They had rapidly outgrown the beach, shark and mouse both, adding thousands, then tens of thousands to their fantastic, wide-hipped figures. Even then, it had been impossible to see anything else; their juicy cocks, their mountainous balls, and the occasional glimpse of their smug smiles and hints of sky. By now, even the sky had gone. There was only Dylan and Thomas: godlike macros, growing by miles as the monsters between their legs soared beyond anything, including themselves.
“I think he liked that,” Thomas said, absentmindedly plucking the moon from the sky. “He’s already hard again.”
“I guess he wants more. What a coincidence—so do I.” There was nothing subtle about the vibrations through his flesh (and through Will) that followed—nor about the groans of a planet wholly unprepared to deal with such an abundance of fat-cocked shark boy. Not that it would have to struggle with him for long, when the next surge of growth sent Dylan ascending to such a size that the Earth turned into little more than a pebble, slipped into that deep, warm crack between his cheeks and his ever-churning ballsack, safe and sound—if eternally subjected to the overpowering sexuality of its cheeky ruler.
What Will couldn’t see, he could imagine, clear as day. The sleek shark tail swishing through the void, meteors and stardust gliding off the sleek limbs of both boys, and the little winks and grins as their forms filled the solar system. God, he should be so lucky as the Earth, smothered under a perfect, cosmic ass…
He twitched again. And the divine dicks, which he was so thoroughly smushed between, throbbed and grew in response.
“N-no, really, I’m alright,” Will stammered. “This is big enough. Too big, even!”
“Really? You don’t sound too convinced,” Dyan said, stroking his monolithic shaft. His pre alone would flood entire star systems, to say nothing of his actual orgasm…
“Same. Are you sure, Will?” Thomas said. “We wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied. Is this actually too big for you? Or do you want more?”
“I—” Will bit his tongue. They couldn’t actually keep going, could they? It was already crazy! He knew they were macros, sure, but omni-sized!? No way.
“Yes way,” Dylan said, laughing. He had a twinkle in his eye when he plucked up Will between his celestial fingertips and held him up before his face. “I’m surprised you never asked how big we could get. But then, I never heard you say ‘stop’ before now, either.”
“Technically, he didn’t,” Thomas said. “Only ‘too big’, which is a combination of words that I’ve personally never understood.”
“True. So what’ll it be, hot stuff?” Dylan smirked at the speck of a bunny. “Are we big enough? Is it time to stop? Or do you want a smidgen more—and see us glaze the galaxy in cum?”
Will bit his lip. He was so tense that he was all but vibrating.
“No go, huh?” Thomas said. “Galaxy’s too small for this guy.”
Dylan laughed. “Fair enough. Well, it has been a little while since I let loose this far. How about this; we’ll do one last growth spurt. When you tell me to stop, it’s all over.” He brought Will closer, peering down at the little bunny with a friendly expression. Then he moved him lower and placed a quick kiss on Will—or rather, briefly let Will stand upon the endless stretch of land that was his lips. “But you don’t have to tell me to stop.”
The boys shared a look and reached out to stroke each other. With each slow, sensual touch, they grew. The cosmos shuddered around them, stars glittering on skin and fur and their all-encompassing cocks. Big became bigger. Stars became nebulas, then galaxies. The sexy, teasing macro boys filled everything with shapely forms and beyond vast cocks.
And Will held his breath.
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