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Frustrated tiger and lazy otter

"Ugh! I'm just so done with this week!" Rachael cried.

The big tigress flopped onto the oversized couch that was still slightly too small for her. As she dropped her bulky, muscular, and terribly impressive frame into her seat, a small otter was suddenly propelled upward into the air. It was a reaction akin to the inflatable 'bouncing bags' used to entertain children on a lake or similar body of water. One would be sitting on the bag, another would jump onto it, and it would send the first one flying off into the water. Bobert didn't have the luxury of a lake in the house to catch him. Thankfully, his trajectory was such that he didn't travel very far. He ended up landing right back where he was, though he found himself pointed the wrong way up. He had let out a loud yelp while flailing about in the air, then grumbled once he had landed again.

Rachael blushed a little seeing she had disrupted the poor fellow's state. She watched him work to right himself and offered a sheepish grin.

"Oh... heh, sorry about that. I thought you heard me coming so you could brace." she said.

"It's fine. My fault for not paying attention," Bobert said, putting his phone away since the treasure trove of online videos had been the source of his distraction, "Trouble in paradise? I thought you loved it at your job."

The tigress sighed gently in relief when she saw her boyfriend was unharmed and no worse for the wear.

"Ordinarily, yeah! I usually love it at the library! But this week has just worn me out!" the striped feline replied, terribly vexed, "It started off with needing to re-inventory one whole wing after it was decided that it wasn't 'organized correctly'. That set the tone for the rest of the week since a third of the staff had to be pulled from other projects to make it happen on time. Then we had a rookie mishandle a class three artifact."

Bobert lifted a paw to his face and sighed. He slouched in his seat, expecting to hear that they suddenly had a vacancy to fill, which would only bring more stress to the already taxed lady.

"Is he okay, at least?" the otter asked.

"I'll let you know as soon as he's able to pull himself into a solid shape again. The medical staff scooped him up in a bucket. For someone who doesn't have any bones in his jaw, dude sure can scream real good. He's freaked out, and honestly who wouldn't be. But otherwise, he's healthy... for a living, breathing, talking puddle. After that, someone misplaced the copy of the manifest we were working from so we had to request a_new_ copy, which took a full day and raised a pretty big stink back in filing. It was all pretty much downhill from there. Nothing serious, no life-threatening or world-ending catastrophes; just a lot of paperwork and a lot of headaches. At least it's all handled now." Rachael explained.

"Okay, yeah, that does sound pretty awful. Gonna take it easy tonight?" Bobert asked, sympathetic to the big lady's plight.

"I'm thinking about going and doing something_fun_ to relax. This whole week has been tedious and mentally draining. I wanna do something that doesn't require a lot of thinking, but isn't just laying around the house binge watching TubeFlix," the tigress answered, "The beach sounds like a damn fine idea if you ask me. Sun, sand, and surf. Just soaking it all in and letting the week melt away. Mmm, I can hear the waves already."

That wasn't quite what the otter had wanted to hear. He frowned a little and sunk back into his spot on the couch, leaning back against the arm where he had been reclined, watching his phone.

"I dunno. The beach is gonna be crowded and hot. I think I'd like to be somewhere that's got air conditioning." Bobert said.

"Oh don't be a stick in the mud!" Rachael chided, then grinned down at her boyfriend, "We could eat at that place right there on the beach that serves nothing but fresh seafood. I remember how much you liked their crab. You just walk up even if you're wearing a swimsuit. No real dress code. How's that sound?"

"Eh, yeah, I suppose that'd be nice but... I'm just not feeling being out in the heat right now. I hate feeling sticky and having all the life sapped out of me because of the sun." the otter replied.

Rachael frowned again, then pulled her lips back into a grin once more.

"I'll wear that sexy bikini I know you like. Everyone will be staring at me and you'll get to be the lucky guy at my side. Everyone will be super jealous of you." she said, trying to win him over however she could.

It was true that she was quite a sight to behold when she was in her bikini. Heads always turned when she was clad in something that left so little to the imagination. If someone wasn't leering at her nearly nude figure--as full and impossible to miss as it was--then either they weren't interested in ladies or they were blind. For a moment, it looked like she might have gotten through to the otter.

"I'd like to see that," Bobert said quietly as he slouched again, "Maybe... you could wear it... around the house?"

Rachael just stared down at him with an intense lack of amusement. Of course she would have to use the cheapest of cheap tricks. It never failed, though she was a little annoyed that the prospect of his girlfriend being nearly naked wasn't enough to stir him to life any more than the slight jostling she saw from him. Clearly the otter was feeling far too cozy for sex to drive him at the moment. It was rare, but it happened.

"There will be beer." Rachael said flatly.

"Okay, I'm in." Bobert replied immediately.

The tigress rolled her eyes and sighed. At least she knew that worked. She knew that it wasn't that he liked beer more than he loved her. It was more a matter of needing just that little extra nudge on top of all the coaxing and bribery. Still, she wished the prospect of her bikini had been enough. The timing of both moods was just terribly unfortunate.

"I'll get the ice chest ready. You go get changed and pack the beach bag. Don't forget the conditioner." Rachael said.

"Got it! Even picked up a brand new bottle of the stuff last week!" the otter said as he bounded out of the room headed to go do as he was told.

The tigress sighed and rolled her eyes once more, then headed to the kitchen. They would probably need to stop for ice to fill the ice chest the rest of the way, and pick up more beer to fill it with. There wasn't much of either to be had in the house. And she wasn't going to be made a liar of. At least the 'Sand Shak' would have plenty of libations, many of them cold and suitably mentally lubricating. Maybe once she got a couple of drinks in the both of them, Bobert would loosen up a bit and she'd be able to let go of the mood she was trying so desperately to rid herself of.

"Gotta promise him fish, crab, and booze... s'not enough that his girlfriend's legendary tits would be on display. Little punk is lucky I love him so much." she muttered to herself as she began her own preparations.

---

That's got to be indecent

Going to the beach as it turned out had been a rather popular idea. A sizable chunk of the city had come to the same conclusion as the happy couple. Traffic had been a nightmare. Parking was virtually non-existent. The crowd consumed all the best spots to sprawl in the sand. Bobert was beginning to question the decision to go along with his girlfriend's idea. At least there would be beer; he had seen to it that was guaranteed.

The smallish otter stumbled about and complained as he hauled the umbrella, beach tote full of odds and ends, and the cooler holding that which had been the bribe intended to cajole him. Glass bottles of ice cold beer jingled about in a nest of ice. It was right there, so close, within his grasp, and yet it was just beyond him at the moment. Why couldn't he have just enjoyed it at home? Now he was hot, tired, and starting to ache. So much carried by so little had a tendency to create strain after all. Ahead of him walked Rachael, impossible to miss even with all the extras he carried that blocked so much of his view.

"Watch your step, honey! It's crowded today!" the vast tigress said as her hips swayed with each step.

The otter would have been entranced by the sight--if he could see it. All he could make out was her head and her broad shoulders.

"Who would have thought a public beach would have so many people on it in the middle of the summer? They must all have a wire tap in our house and heard the idea from us." Bobert said sarcastically between grunts as he tried his best to avoid stepping on someone, bumping into someone, or kicking sand at someone by accident.

"Oh don't be such a sour puss. Once we get settled, you've got a beer, and I've changed, you'll be so relaxed I'll have to drag you back to the car!" Rachael called back over one of her powerful shoulders.

"You may have to anyway! Why can't you carry some of this!?" Bobert complained quite loudly.

"You know how small those little changing tents are. I'll be doing good just to fit myself in there without having to worry about carrying anything else with me. Now you go find a spot. I'm going to go slip into something a little more revealing!" the tigress fired back, her tone shifting into a more sensual one towards the end.

The otter grumbled quietly and leaned out from behind the stack of things he was carrying, trying his best to plot a course through the sea of other beach-goers. He couldn't even see Rachael anymore. It wasn't that it was that crowded but rather she was that quick on her paws, at least when she wanted to be. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but he certainly didn't want to keep carrying so much junk. He had to find a spot to make camp, if only he could find one.

The sun-soaked sand burned under paw, making Bobert move as light and quick as he could manage given the weight of his load. He winced, groused, and shuffled along in search of a wide-open enough site. Ten minutes into his search and he still had not come across anything serviceable, nor had he encountered Rachael again. She should have been back already. He had seen how quickly she could change when she was properly motivated. She also had a keen nose and no doubt could identify him among the many hundreds of other scents in the air.

"Why the hell did I let myself get talked into this?" the short fellow asked himself with a grumble.

He had not expected an answer, mainly because the people around him had made it clear they had zero interest in him and his troubles. So when a voice reached his ears in direct relation to his rhetorical question, it startled him. The otter turned about sharply, almost dropping a good portion of what he carried from the spin alone.

"Because you love me, like seeing me in next to nothing at all, and I promised you some ice cold beer." Rachael said smoothly from just behind him.

She had bent forward and lowered her head to whisper into one of the unwitting fellow's ears, knowing it would give him quite a start. It amused her to no end that she could still play the hunting predator so very masterfully and stalk up behind him without him noticing in the slightest. As soon as Bobert realized who it was, calmed himself, and reclaimed his grip on the heavy burden she had left him carrying, he opened his mouth to scold her. The words died immediately on his lips. What he saw was exactly what he had come to expect, but that didn't make it any less awe inspiring. He nearly dropped everything all over again at the sight of her.

Rachael had indeed changed, and done so quickly. She was no longer dressed in anything even remotely modest. She was clad in nothing but a dark violet bikini along with her trademark purple half-moon sunglasses. The garment looked like it was a couple of sizes too small. The straps dug in lightly, practically disappearing into her luxurious fur. The material meant to actually conceal her unmentionable regions was actually working as advertised, though it did seem to be straining. It was plain to anyone who might even so little as steal a glance at the lady that she was too big for it all. Her nipples protruded outward through the fabric, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination as the royal purple bikini top molded almost perfectly to their shape.

Below, the triangle meant to cover her groin was able to just get away with the bare minimum of the task. Her thighs were completely uncovered while the swell of her tummy drooped down just far enough such that there wasn't just a great deal to cover. When she stood back up, the tigress arched her back with her arms overhead, stretching in a most feline fashion. The act made it possible to briefly glimpse the dark fabric hugging terribly closely against the supple folds they had been tasked with hiding. She was the loosest definition of 'decent' one could imagine.

"You found me, good," he grunted, "Any chance you could help me pick a spot?" Bobert asked while trying his absolute best to not leer too long.

Bad things tended to happen if he let himself get lost in drinking in the exposed figure of his girlfriend. Usually it came about in the form of a small prank, or simply being suddenly mashed against the curves and swells he was so clearly engrossed in. There was a real danger of smothering if she got too carried away.

"I think we've got one right here, actually," Rachael said, turning her head to look about as the crowd around them both began to part, "Looks like my lucky bikini's having the usual effect on the locals."

Indeed it was. Most had stopped to stare the minute she stepped out of the changing tent. She was quite the eye-catching behemoth. In fact, she had on more than one occasion died her fur and hair purple and orange and donned a pair of horns to go to a costume party as a_literal_ behemoth. As she made her way towards the otter, the other beach-goers just moved out of her way, gawking at her as she moved gracefully between them. It had the practical benefit of clearing enough of the ground for them to set up their little camp right where the otter stood.

Bobert looked around briefly, seeing the clearing she was talking about and sighed a little. It made him wonder why he bothered trying to hunt, or why he didn't just wait for her to change then wade out into the crowd. Unceremoniously, he dropped all of the things he had been carrying and they clattered to the ground in a heap. Rachael frowned unhappily down at the little otter, able to sense his frustration and unhappiness.

"Oh honey, don't be sour. Look where we are! We've got a great spot on the beach! The salty sea air, the sparkling sand, the bright sunlight. It can't really get any better than this!" the tigress cried, hoping to help lift her boyfriend's spirits a bit.

"It can get better." Bobert said, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay fine. I'll help you set up and then you can have your booze. Gosh, it's like that's all you care about. Big, beautiful tiger lady wanting to spend time with you and your mind's on ice cold beer. Sometimes I wonder about you." Rachael replied.

The umbrella was set up first, planted firmly thanks to the large feline's impressive strength. Then came the towels. One was the usual size for Bobert. Then there was another one, significantly larger, for Rachael. It could have been used as a tent for a small family. The ice chest was positioned behind where the pair would be reclining and the otter began putting himself into his desired position; sprawled out on the towel, shirt off, swim trunks on, bottle of cold beverage in paw. He sighed and his whole body visible relaxed as he finally let himself ease down from his less than pleasant mood.

Rachael could practically feel the tension releasing and offered a satisfied smile. She waited until the otter was about halfway through his second bottle before reaching over to wrap a large, heavy paw around him and pull him in against her side. There wasn't much covering her, relatively speaking. The garments themselves had enough material to clothe at least two normal sized people, but on her, the tightly stretched fabric could only reach so far and left much of her stripes on display. Bobert found himself gently crushed against her silky, soft fur. For a moment, he squirmed and tried to complain about the heat, but his efforts died away quickly. Within moments, he was nestled in against the lady's side, running his fingers through the luxurious pelt.

"Seems you've finally gotten the mood. Feeling better?" Rachael asked.

"I suppose so. I_guess_ it's not so bad out here," Bobert replied after turning his head to push his muzzle out into the open air so he could be heard properly, "Thanks for dragging me out here."

"Sometimes momma knows best, right?" the tigress asked, grinning broadly down at the otter.

"Momma?" he replied, lifting his gaze to look up at her in skepticism.

"You heard me. Now... since you're all relaxed, maybe you'd like to help me out." she said.

The otter pushed himself away from the big lady's form to look up at her properly. There was a hint of betrayal trying to burn away in him, as though he felt duped into a quid-pro-quo of some kind, but it just didn't have the strength to roar into flaming life. Instead, he just gazed up at his girlfriend without any sense of malice or resentment.

"Whatcha need?" he asked in earnest.

A sizable bottle was shoved into his arms. The label read as industrial strength fur conditioner, the mammal's equivalent to sunscreen used to protect the furless and featherless. A few thick fingers began to tease away at the base of the otter's tail as he gazed down at the two-liter bottle of sun protection. It sent a soft shiver up his spine as she tickle him. She even brushed along the underside of the broad limb, right up where it met with the rest of him. She was thumbing lightly over his rump, even pressing ever so gently between the plump little cheeks.

"I think you know what that's for. I already took care of the parts of me I could reach easily. If you could get my back and my legs, I'd appreciate it," Rachael said, then offered a knowing wink, "Who knows, maybe you could make sure I got a few other parts of me all the way covered. Make sure you're_very_ thorough. Can't have your girlfriend getting sunburned, now can you?"

That was all that need be said. The otter popped open the bottle and began working healthy doses of the oily stuff into the big lady's fur. It would have been easier to apply if he had brought a brush, but he would get by just fine without. Rachael rolled onto her side, exposing her broad back to him. A series of purrs rose up out of the tigress as she was provided a lengthy and well-practiced massage. Bobert had certainly not missed any opportunity to tend to his partner whenever possible, and he had learned a few things about where and how to rub. His fingers kneaded and massaged into the massive, muscular form, ensuring that ever last square millimeter of her was given a shiny coating of protective conditioner. He worked his way down her figure rather slowly, wanting to take his time and miss nothing.

When waist gave way to hips and rump, the otter was left to blush as she encouraged him to continue. She was rather proud of her extraordinary curves, including the shapely rear he was being directed to work over. It had brought in quite a few stares on the way to their little camp site, and it was drawing in quite a few looks now. Were they back at home, the otter wouldn't have been quite so flustered. The addition of an audience to his attentive nature made him feel more than a little self-conscious. He could feel the eyes all over him, watching as he pulled gently on the thong that was little more than a bit of material trapped between the large, muscular mounds of the tiger's bottom.

Bobert ran his paws along her form underneath what of the material was still visible, fluffing out her fur to work the conditioner in, then smooth it back down. Little by little, he pushed through his discomfort with public displays and reached the lady's legs. It wasn't easy getting there, thanks to the swishing tail that kept batting away at him. An ordinary sized tiger would have made for an amusing distraction. Rachael's size made for a somewhat more dangerous prospect. If Bobert wasn't careful, he could easily end up flicked away into the sand like a swatted fly. But that would only happen if he was still an amateur and he certainly wasn't that. With practiced expertise, he was able to dodge the sizable limb flicking about. It was actually rather impressive to watch, putting the onlookers in mind of those incredibly fast mochi makers whose videos tended to go viral.

The effort didn't go unnoticed by Rachael in the slightest. As soon as she felt the otter moving low enough, she lifted one of her legs, permitting him to not just get the back of her thighs, but the inner regions as well. He took his time moving down along the one impressively dense leg, stopping when he reached the knee. She had already gotten from there and below. She had left everything from the knees up for him to tend to. That tended to lead to all manner of lewd happenings, and the thought of those happenings being done in public left Bobert to blush all over again.

It was that blushing that Rachael was after. She knew how easy it was to fluster the otter, and she lived for those moments. It was why she neglected to apply the conditioner to such an intimate region. The deft digits working through her fur were terribly pleasant, eliciting a rather relaxed purr from the tigress. As Bobert's efforts continued and his progress grew closer to his lover's barely covered groin, his blush only grew more pronounced. There was then an effect that he had not anticipated, though knowing her, he probably should have guessed it would happen. The large, thick, powerful leg lifted above slowly dropped down on him, pinning the smallish fellow in place between Rachael's thighs.

That made Bobert stop what he was doing and begin to squirm. It was quite the little spectacle for onlookers to take in.

"Hey! Um... Rachael... can you lift your leg? You've kind of got me pinned here!" the otter hissed just as loudly as he thought was needed for the lady to hear him.

The idea of making an even bigger scene than he already was didn't sit all that comfortably with him. She was more the exhibitionist while he was decidedly more on the shy end of the spectrum.

"Hmm? You say something, honey? I don't feel you working down there. Better get to it and finish before you draw a crowd." Rachael replied, feigning an inability to hear him.

Bobert grumbled, knowing she was teasing him. Much as he disliked being out in public while starting to engage in such naughtiness, he couldn't help but find it at least a little thrilling. He resumed his work, trying to ensure total coverage all across the tiger's form with the giant bottle of conditioner. Just when it looked like he would have to stop due to it being out of reach, Rachael displayed a rather impressive degree of flexibility by collecting the bottle from behind her and dropping it right in front of Bobert, all without letting him go.

The work continued, forcing the otter closer and closer to the lady's laughably ill-equipped bikini bottom. It looked as if she had selected it_because_ it was at least one or two sizes too small. It hugged so tightly against her that he could easily make out the shape of her features. He knew what lay beneath, had a rather clear memory of the delicate petals, and that only deepened the rosy hue of his cheeks. Once he was within a single paw's width of the velvety mound hiding just below the strained fabric, he noticed hers wasn't the only garment struggling to contain its charge.

Below, the otter's trunks were bulging terribly strongly. He could feel his arousal mashing up against one of Rachael's legs and beginning to turn the material damp. Someone was sure to see that. He wasn't exactly 'standard sized', which was one reason why Rachael was so fond of him. It was easy to shrug off stares that lingered at his groin when he was out in public, at least when he wasn't fighting to contain a stiffening length. He had gotten used to that. But there was a rather generous difference in size between the bulge when he was uninterested and when he was 'getting in the mood'.

"Uhhh... Rachael... can you... let me go? I um... I need to uh... I should probably get under a towel or something. Wouldn't want to burn, you know?" Bobert asked in a shaky voice, almost begging.

"Now why would you need to worry about burning? I've got you under the umbrella. You just enjoy yourself down there while you finish me up." she replied with a smooth purr.

He wasn't getting up until she was ready to let him up, and that might mean he had to just bite the bullet and give her a good fondling right there in view of the whole beach.

---

Magical manhandling

At least twenty minutes passed with Bobert stuck as his girlfriend's prisoner. The mighty thighs surrounding the otter flexed occasionally, threatening to squash the little fellow. Rachael would never actually hurt him, but the demonstration of strength was well more than enough to have an impact. Were it anyone else in that precarious position, they might have reacted in fear. Bobert, on the other paw, couldn't help himself. He squirmed and mewled pitifully. The swell between his legs grew even more pronounced than it already was. The tigress felt that generous shape gently throbbing against her fur and rumbled deep in her throat with delight. It was the kind of reaction she wanted to see in him. And as fun as it might be to take advantage of the situation right there, she was already straining what was considered publicly acceptable, and making use of her boyfriend's aroused state just might be a bridge too far. There were alternatives though.

"I think that's good enough for now. Thanks, honey." Rachael said.

"Okay... so... are you gonna let me up?" Bobert asked, though his tone suggested he might not want her to.

"As much as I might enjoy trying to waddle all the way to the water with you smushed between my legs, I think that just runs the risk of accidentally crushing you." Rachael answered.

Bobert wanted to respond to that somehow, but he didn't get a chance. The two vast thighs holding him squeezed tighter and the world tilted. The tigress twisted her hips--keeping the otter trapped--and rolled onto her back. She propped her knees up so she could plant her foot-paws on the sand. The short fellow's head was suddenly mashed against the lady's generous stomach. He might end up smothering, but he knew his titanic girlfriend wouldn't let that happen.

Would she?

Rachael considered leaving her squirming boyfriend right where he was until he calmed down, but she was too eager to get in the water. She sat up, planted her large hand-paws behind her, and pushed. With an impressive display of strength, the giant feline hoisted herself up, then worked her legs under her little by little. When she was confident about the placement of the center of her considerable mass, she leaned herself forward once again. A heavily muffled groan came from just under her tummy, making her giggle. Poor little otter. She had put Bobert through enough. It was time to let him out of her trap.

The lady's dense legs flexed and carried her up until she was standing. With specific intention, Rachael opened her legs to widen her stance and release her prisoner. Bobert fell to the ground between her paws, sputtering and groaning as he unfolded himself across the oversized beach towel they were sharing. The tigress stepped back to look down over her generous tummy to peer at the now free otter. She half expected his eyes to be filled with cartoonish swirls. They weren't, but the expression that usually came with such a comical attribute was certainly there. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and heavily while his still impressively tented swim trunks showed a dark stain right at the 'summit' of the 'mountain'.

"There you go sweetie. Hope I wasn't too rough on you." Rachael said.

"N-n-no... n-not... at all... I j-just... n-need to c-c-catch my b-breath." Bobert replied as he struggled to form the words.

"I guess that means you won't be joining me in the water?" the striped lady asked.

"I... I... maybe... I dunno... gimme a sec ta get oxygen back to my brain." the otter answered.

Rachael just snickered and flipped her hair over her shoulder then stepped forward off the towel onto the hot sand. It didn't bother her, but it did make her want to get to the water that much more quickly. Slowly, Bobert sat himself up and reached over to collect another bottle of beer. That would help. Beer always helped, he thought. As his girlfriend stepped away, her long, thick tail curled down to cup under his chin and slide smoothly along his muzzle. It wasn't the strongest limb the lady had, but it certainly had enough power behind it to knock him down if she choose to give him a good 'thwap'. Thankfully, she had no intention of the sort. Instead, the otter found himself forced to lift his head, almost to the point of being pushed back onto his back just as the tip of the lady's tail passed. It was meant as a sign of affection, and it was one he was used to.

"Don't keep me waiting too long, sweetheart. You know I miss you when you're gone." Rachael said, taking a rather seductive tone.

That caught the attention of not just her smallish boyfriend, but almost everyone within a few meters. Granted, the lady's attempt to stand up--then dropping the otter--had done a pretty good job of drawing rather wide notice. She began to slowly saunter her way towards the waves, taking extra care to give each step a pop of her hips. Her tail swished behind her as she walked, giving the otter a beckoning gesture, not unlike curling one's finger in an enticing manner.

Bobert rubbed his face with his free paw before resuming the ordinarily impolite stare, mesmerized by the lady's teasing display. He popped the top off his beer, took a strong sip, and leaned forward in his seat, all without taking his eyes off her. She certainly had a way about her that left him unable to look away. It was a skill she had developed for a variety of reasons, chiefest of which was the ability to keep him distracted while she engaged in some other naughty behavior. And today was no different. While his attention was on her lovely features, the tigress surreptitiously began weaving a little spell, one she was sure would be terribly useful.

After crafting the enchantment through a few gestures of her paws--unseen by the otter as he stared at her back--, she made the little spell vanish from sight. It moved through her paws, up along her arms, into her chest, then down her back and along her tail. With a flick, the little charm was sent drifting back at her target. No one else had seen what she had done, not even Bobert. Those who weren't magically inclined wouldn't have seen anything, though if anyone in the crowd had been, they would have seen a little heart-shaped cloud fly back from the tiger's tail only to hit the otter right in the face. The appearance would have suggested that she was trying to put him into a sort of love-sick trance, but that would be a rather incorrect assumption. The energy of the spell tingled across Bobert's skin and fur, making him shiver. He didn't even really notice. He was too busy admiring Rachael's height, strength, and especially her rather shapely rear.

The distracted fellow knew all too well from experience what such intense study would lead to, and yet he never seemed to learn to change his behavior. He ended up spilling his beer all over his front. The sudden chill and dampness shook him from his stupor. Bobert cried out unhappily as he dragged his gaze down to the mess he was making all over himself. Quickly, he began trying to mop it up with one of paws. It was an instinctual reaction with no real expectation of actually doing much good. Once again, he was distracted, this time by his foolishness. He didn't even realize that he was suddenly floating up above the beach towel.

By now, Rachael was beginning to wade into the cool, crystal clear water. She sighed happily as she felt it soak into her fur and slowly make her feel lighter the deeper she walked in. Before her thighs could be consumed, she flicked her tail again, beckoning the otter to follow. The spell she had cast snapped to attention, like a rubber band being pulled taut. Bobert was suddenly intensely aware of his predicament as he was made to go sailing forward in the direction of the tigress summoning him. He cried out in surprise, only silenced the minute he landed face-first in the tiger's exceptionally sized bust. She had turned around, waiting to catch him. She squeezed the small fellow in her powerful arms, pressing his muzzle deep into her cleavage, providing him with a new reason to blush.

"Oh there you are! I'm so glad you changed your mind and decided to join me!" Rachael said happily, feigning ignorance at the little trick she had just pulled.

Bobert couldn't answer. His mouth was slightly busy being trapped in the big lady's breasts. He wouldn't have anything to say anyway. He was already dizzy once again. His mindset was to just go along with whatever the lady wanted at this point. That wasn't the work of the spell, but rather her exercising that mighty strength against him once again. That powerful, crushing hug was enough to make him shudder. The tigress turned back around and resumed walking deeper into the water, carrying the dazed otter with her.

Several minutes passed as Rachael walked. She waded past the breakers, finally coming to a stop once she was submerged up to her shoulders. She was tall enough that even while standing comfortably on the sandy bottom, she managed to end up farther out than the surfers waiting to catch a wave. Bobert wasn't paying attention. He was too absorbed by the amazonian tiger lovingly crushing him into her dense yet soft form. She had him all to herself, and those who might try to play the 'Peeping Tom' were too far away to intrude.

The otter had been kept just high enough out of the water so he wouldn't drown--provided he didn't suffocate in the tiger's cleavage. Thankfully, Rachael was on watch to make sure her chest wasn't lethal. This time. She hoisted the still dizzy Bobert from the 'valley of plenty' and immediately locked him into a new state, promising to take his breath away all over again--albeit in a far kinder way than getting dunked underwater or smothered in his girlfriend's breasts. The latter surely would make a terribly fine end for a great many, but not today. Instead, Rachael had pulled her short lover into a powerful kiss. It prompted a squeak from the otter, but little else.

Two rather large paws began roaming over the smaller fellow's form, massaging and kneading away gently and tenderly along his back and down over his legs. It was almost as though she was returning the favor from earlier. He had given her a thorough rub-down. Now it was his turn to receive. The key difference between the two massages was that while Bobert had tried to avoid any overt erotic activity, Rachael actively sought it out. While her little boyfriend was rather short in stature, there was something about him rather impressive, something that could help him satisfy her whenever she desired it from him. That impressiveness was bulging out against her chest, still tenting the otter's trunks rather profoundly.

If they had not already been in the water, there would have been a significantly sized damp region where Bobert's length had drooled into the fabric of his trunks. Thankfully, the ocean was helping to conceal his 'shame'. Rachael meanwhile was rather interested in the swell. She ran one of her generous paws over the bulge, giving it a tender squeeze as she hovered there, beginning to work over the features still hidden by the unhelpful garment. She could feel him stiffening further, putting additional strain on the heroic pair of trunks--they had held out admirably so far, but they had their limits.

As the striped cat fondled her boyfriend's groin, making him squirm and moan through the kiss she had him trapped in, threads began to fail. Rachael could feel them snap one by one, loosening the fabric's grip on the steadily rising spire he was so desperate to contain. The tigress gave the otter's rump a gentle yet firm squeeze, and that seemed to be all that was needed. A muted rip saw Bobert's trunks finally fail completely, letting his throbbing length swing free, though not very far. The big lady's chest was in fact_right there_ to catch him. The spectacle made Rachael giggle and break the kiss.

"Oh my! Someone's especially worked up! I guess all that teasing really did the trick!" she teased.

Bobert just blushed brightly as he fought his way out of the dizziness their kiss left him in.

"Dammit, that was the only thing I brought with me to wear from the waist down." he said in annoyance, then swore again as he tried to wrangle himself back into the ruined trunks.

There was no way he was going to be able to close anything up around his shockingly large manhood. It was as long as one of his legs, and a fair bit thicker too. That was precisely why Rachael had been so taken with him initially. Of course, after the fixation on his loins passed, she learned he was decidedly more than just a fabulous sex toy. Hearing that he had nothing else to change into made her frown, suddenly feeling a little bad for being such a tease.

"I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to make things difficult for you," Rachael said, moving one of her paws around under the water in a curious gesture, beginning to weave a new spell, "I promise I'll get you a new pair just as soon as possible. I know it won't really solve the problem right now, but we've got other options for that."

"Other options? Like what? I don't think your thong will work, and it would leave you indecent. Same for the bikini top." Bobert said, still squirming about while his girlfriend continued to fondle him between his legs.

"Just trust me. A good girlfriend always has a backup plan," Rachael said, tying the magic around her lover's chest and pulling it tight as if she were putting a bow on a present, "A good mage, too."

The otter blinked at mention of the word 'mage', realizing too late what was happening. He felt her second spell_snap_ into place around him, but seemingly did nothing. He frowned a little before looking up at the tigress.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Just a little something that should help us solve the problem all my naughty playing around helped cause. Is my cute little otter still thirsty?" Rachael asked.

Just as Bobert was about to answer, largely to voice the thought that had brought an expression of confusion on his face, the tigress shoved him down under the water. For a moment, he began to panic, then he saw--and felt--as she tugged one side of her bikini up to let one of her breasts slip out and practically hit him in the face. If she had not been holding on to him, and they had not been in the water, it would have been enough to knock him down. The panicked squirming continued, even as Rachael coaxed the otter to wrap his lips around one of her large, plump nipples. A heavy paw pressed against the back of his head to hold him there.

Bobert fought against the forced affection, worrying about how much time he might have before his air would run out. He was sure the burning would be coming very soon. His lungs would scream for fresh oxygen. If she didn't let him surface soon enough, darkness would take him, and then she would have an unconscious otter to haul back to the shore. He wouldn't be able to be mortified to have his manhood on display for everyone if he wasn't awake. But strangely, that burning never came. The screaming for air never gripped him.

Gradually, Bobert slowed his movements as he came to realize just what Rachael had done to him with that spell. He wasn't going to drown. She had arranged it so he couldn't. He was able to 'breathe' just fine, but he wasn't really breathing the water, and he wasn't producing any bubbles as he exhaled. It was as though he was still up above the surface with all the air he could want. Gradually, the otter closed his eyes and began to nurse, even kneading his paws against the great, beautiful breast he was latched onto.

Rachael purred and stroked along his back once he calmed down, pleased that he was finally relaxing. Maybe now she could actually get to have a little fun with him. It was just a shame it had taken so much to get the little guy in the mood.

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Hide the evidence

To the outside viewer, it appeared as though the large tigress was simply standing shoulder deep in the water, enjoying the gentle sway of the waves as they passed by. A snorkeler might have a better view were they to get close enough. Under the water, Rachael and her boyfriend were quite busy enjoying one another's company. The otter was rather caught up in suckling on the large, plump nipple that had been stuffed into his mouth and kneading against the mammoth breast with his paws. He drank slowly, trying to keep a good seal so he wouldn't get any salt water.

The spell keeping him able to breathe was terribly curious. The sensation was remarkable and extraordinary, such that he had no words to describe it--were he able to actually speak. Two large paws kept him pressed tightly against the amazonian feline's chest. She wasn't letting him go anywhere unless she was to dictate where and when. She simply purred and let her eyes drift shut to revel in the moment.

Bobert's attention slowly began to move away from the lady's chest to further down, though he had only so far he could reach. He would dive deeper were he allowed, but that was to be decided by his 'warden'. Rachael felt his paws trying to reach farther down along her impressive frame, letting her know he was finally in the mood to do more than just some light, publicly acceptable massaging. So, she gave him permission to press on.

The tigress eased her grip on her little companion, but only just enough to direct him as she saw fit, and to where she desired him to go. Bobert found himself being pushed down along the lady's front, giving him a chance to lavish her stomach with affection and attention. That was a terribly lovely little moment. It left Rachael torn between stopping there and just mashing the little otter into her gut--and pressing on to her ultimate goal. She decided she wasn't interested in waiting.

Ordinarily, being pushed further away from the surface and the air beyond would be cause for concern or even panic, and yet neither were anywhere to be felt. Bobert was confident in his lover's ability to keep him alive, both through physical prowess and magical talent--and she had plenty of both. He instead focused his attention on her and what needs she might have. She had widened her stance and tugged down on her thong, providing not just a view but a path of access. Before he could tell what was happening, the tigress was stuffing him into the stretchy garment, content to use it to hold him between her legs.

Bobert found himself in a somewhat strange posture. His face was directly in front of the large woman's generous folds. He could just lean in and lavish her with all the pleasant exploration she could want. Farther down, the otter's form curled, bringing his hips up to bear just under her tail. One of the tiger's paws moved around behind to help adjust her 'sex toy' so that he was in a more 'appropriate' position. Without much in the way of thought or preparation, she simply pressed against Bobert's lower back. His still rather stiff--almost painfully so--length found its way to a warm, supple pucker. He didn't need to do anything more than let the moment happen to him. Rachael wedged him deep under her tail, feeling the great throbbing mast fill her as it had so many times before.

A sigh of delight left the tigress' lips, though it was inaudible down below, especially when she pressed her other paw against the otter's head. She had him stretching her from behind, now she wanted him working on up front. Given their size difference, it was actually possible. Though it was slightly awkward, it didn't stop either of them from indulging. The controlling paw told Bobert what to do, and the mighty thighs on either side of him quickly squeezed tight to hold him in place, muzzle practically buried in his lover's petals.

By this point, Rachael could have walked back to the beach and resumed lounging in the sun atop her towel and very few would have noticed anything was different. At least, so long as she kept her thighs pressed together. It would be a bit of a challenge keeping the otter's legs hidden until she sat down, but the rest of him would be a bit easier. The largest obstacle was already nicely concealed under her tail. However, there was no need to do so. She was perfectly content right where she was, fondling her chest, stroking along the back of her lover's head through the fabric of her bikini, and purring deep in her throat. Already Bobert had begun to buck and thrust, slowly and with some difficulty, but he was making a good show of it given he had very little to push against.

The heat of the tigress' grip on that mammoth shaft and the petals mashed around the otter's face helped to counter the rather bracing chill of the sea. Each time a wave rolled past, it made the lady sway, which in turn required her to flex in order to stay upright. That squeezed the smaller fellow in rhythmic intervals, and so he timed his thrusts with those constricting moments. They helped him 'lunge' forward with his hips. His muzzle remained nestled nicely in his girlfriend's folds, giving him the perfect opportunity to demonstrate what he likely would have done earlier on the beach if not for the crowd watching.

A few soft mewls and sighs escaped the big lady. She coached the otter as to what direction he should thrust or lick, pressing a heavy paw against his head to mash him deeper. She knew he was likely to end up swallowed down to his neck, but then he'd have all the chance to really get 'in there' and make her scream. It might take a little while, but she was sure he'd get her there in the end. He almost always did. And with her little magical augmentation, she didn't have to worry about him running out of breath. That was a plus.

The tigress ran her fingers down along the otter's neck and up across the back of his head, letting her claws slip out to rake through his fur. As soon as he felt those sharp points grazing across his skin, Bobert shivered powerfully. It was yet another bit of proof of just how dangerous this rather sizable, rather powerful creature was that he was trapped against. She could easily dispatch him if she so chose. He was caught in the grip of something so much more than himself, and yet, as always, there was no fear. She would never hurt him and he knew that.

On the other hand, there was so much_he_ could do to her, and it was all in the name of a good time. Bobert licked and nuzzled, even going so far as to nibble on any tender region he could get his lips around. Meanwhile his hips worked as best he was able to make them. The elastic of the lady's thong only provided so much backbone to push off of, but then he had another vast palm mashing him forward into the lady surrounding him. She was getting more insistent with her efforts, signaling to the otter that he was doing a rather decent job. Decent wasn't good enough. So he began to twist his hips, requiring the whole of his body to writhe back and forth between Rachael's thighs.

The struggles going on between the lady's legs made her tremble ever so softly. If she had the full weight of her impressive frame to contend with, that quake might have been far greater, but the water had helped alleviate the threat of falling. Out of sheer instinct, Rachael flexed her legs, squeezing the trapped otter even tighter. She mashed both of her paws against him all the harder, hovering so near the end. With what would have otherwise been a loud, lewd, rather watery slurp, Bobert's head vanished between her petals. He was suddenly lodged in up to his shoulders, still wriggling away as he lost the ability to actually focus enough, at least with his oral affections. It didn't make that much of a difference at this point.

A great roar filled the air. The ocean water muffled much of it, but her chest was mostly submerged, letting a good portion of it seep through the briny depths to reach a decent distance. Of course, for Bobert, with his head lodged inside the lady, the sound was transmitted quite well. It was heavily muffled with the tight squeeze of the petals around his skull, but it would have only garbled speech. The actual volume was terribly powerful. The intense contraction of the woman's form around him sent the otter into a convulsion of his own. She could easily squash him out of existence, and feeling her compress around him like that helped to race him to his own end.

A great surge flowed forth. Bobert produced a rather strained cry of his own, though no one would hear it, not even Rachael. He was decidedly in a space where no one could hear him scream. He slammed his hips forward with all his might as he flooded the tigress' bowels with a great torrent of seed. Pump after pump added more to the growing pool inside her, giving her waistline cause to gradually expand. Were his efforts pointed in a different region, the two might have needed to worry about the potential consequences. There had been discussions of children, but it was always agreed that they weren't ready for that kind of 'adventure'. Thankfully, Rachael had a trick or two up her sleeve to deal with such potentialities before they could really 'become'.

The growing swell of the tiger's gut only helped to pin Bobert where he was all the harder. The weight was still not much of an issue, but the bulk was becoming troublesome should he try to escape once he had finished. There was another 'small' problem that added to it--Rachael had not stopped pushing on his head. In fact, she had removed her paw from his waist and brought it around front to join the first. She was pressing him deeper as she yowled loud enough to get the attention of the beach-goers.

Bobert was too dizzy to notice what was happening, but he could feel the warmth of his lover's embrace beginning to slide off of his length and ease down over his shoulders. It continued to creep down over him as his hips pulled away from the pucker he had plunged so deep into. His chest was sucked in without any resistance. His slight frame did tend to make it rather easy for the tigress to stick him in all manner of places after all. With a wet pop, Bobert's length was drawn completely from Rachael's cheeks, left to create a cloud of white in the swirling waters. It wouldn't get much chance to help make that cloud grow much larger.

The screaming woman contracted around her beloved, tugging him in with a sharp jerk. His stomach and hips disappeared, followed by his thighs and a rather good portion of his still twitching spire. His legs wiggled and kicked as he was brought into the deep, intense heat of the tiger's belly, stretching her middle that much more. With one last, good, greedy pull, the thoughtless act was finished and the otter was gone, stuffed away in his girlfriend's womb.

Bobert found himself forced into a ball by the confining space. He was familiar with it, though being stuffed in so suddenly was still a bit of a shock to the system. It was dark, hot, and damp, though the fact that he had only just come from being in the ocean had something to do with that. Normally he wasn't_quite_ so drenched upon entry. The boundary to his new world was thick, soft, and cradled him on all sides. It pulsed around him rhythmically, occasionally collapsing in around him in a tighter than usual embrace: the odd contraction produced by a body not yet sure what to do with its new occupant. Slowly, those trailed off, but never fully went away. The sound of the tigress' internal goings-on filled the otter's ears, especially the heavy pounding of her heart and the noisy rush of air in and out of her lungs as she panted. She was still getting herself under control.

"Oooh... honey... you know how to really get me riled up quick," Rachael said as she began groping at her stomach, "Sorry for making that so quick a trip... but then... this is kind of what you get when you ignore your girlfriend's mood for too long."

The large lady giggled as she peered down through the water at her rotund middle. It had grown noticeably, but not so large as to be outlandish. Had Bobert not done the fine job of filling her up under the tail prior to being consumed, she might have been able to get away with concealing him even better, though it wouldn't go unnoticed. With the addition of their prior fun still sloshing around in her innards, it would be impossible to hide what had changed. As she massaged her plump, well-filled tummy, she squeezed her thighs together upon feeling the movement of the hidden fellow under her fur. Oh how she loved that sensation, knowing he was inside her, wriggling around, keeping her well stimulated even after such a thoroughly rousing session.

Her passenger tried to vocalize his complaint, but there was too much between him and her ears for her to hear him just yet. She would have to get out of the water for them to hold a proper conversation. That would make for quite a few stares as she made her way back to their little camp site. There wasn't any reason to put it off, so the large feline decided to head back. She turned about in the water, slowed down by the added weight and size. It made her feel a bit like a cargo tanker trying to maneuver at port, which in turn made her giggle. Slowly, she waded her way back towards the shore, slowly rising up out of the sea. The gradual reveal held the attention of everyone already focused on her thanks to her roar of orgasm. Anyone not already staring began to the minute they caught sight of her.

There had been a bit more about the feline that had changed aside from the rather heavy belly she was now sporting. Something about the state of carrying someone the way she was with Bobert had triggered something of a motherly reaction. It was one that she had magically enhanced some time ago since she rather enjoyed the change. Originally, it would have taken days--perhaps weeks--but now it happened with great rapidity. In the few moments since Bobert had landed in her womb, her chest had grown and begun to gently leak from the large, obviously erect nipples poking out against the fabric of her bikini. The top had been struggling to contain her before, but at this point it was threatening to fail at any moment. It hadn't been that way when she entered the water.

There was something of a tie between chest and belly in how many eyes each had drawn, but then her hips rose out of the water and the next object of attention was hoisted from below the waves. It took a good deal longer before anyone could see anything of it, given the size of the great, protruding gut that sagged down far enough to otherwise conceal the region. When she was near enough to the shore, and those laying down or far shorter than her could finally catch a glimpse of her groin, they noticed that her thong was struggling as well. It had pulled taut beyond what it had been earlier, just as the top had. Her chest wasn't the only thing to change.

Rachael's hips and rump had gained a bit of mass in the interim excursion into the ocean. Some began to wonder if the plump, barely hidden folds had been that large when she went in as well. Granted that had been better covered before. Now, the fabric was hugging so tightly against her groin that subtle details stood out in a very form-fitting manner. The question from earlier about the limits of public decency tickled at the back of the tiger's mind, but she pushed the idea away, distracted by the otter rolling around in her belly, making her purr deep and loud. Surely all that motion was plainly visible to the beach-goers, and they had to wonder what had happened to the little fellow she had snatched away with her on her way out.

A heavy thud shook the sandy ground as Rachael plopped back down atop her beach towel. She then reclined and sprawled out on her back, paws constantly fawning over her active tummy. She genuinely didn't care in the slightest what the crowd thought or saw at that point. She teased over the wriggling bulge, even brushing over the now protruding navel that had popped out at some point between Bobert's entry and her walk back to the shore. She truly looked pregnant now--exceptionally so. Because of that, the tigress drew a few odd looks when she retrieved a bottle of beer from the cooler, popped it open, and began to guzzle a strong draft.

The sound of the foamy beverage pouring into her belly reached the otter's ears, telling him where she had gone and what she had done. His wriggling slowed and he grumbled softly, crossing his arms as he settled into the pitch dark of his new little home.

"You couldn't resist putting me back in here... and without getting my phone to me, or at least give me a bottle to enjoy too." he said, his voice heavily muffled.

A rather sizable gap had been maintained between the gravid tiger and the crowd surrounding and staring at her. It ensured that she would be the only one who heard the muffled words coming from her waistline. She ran a paw over where she thought the otter's head was in her belly and sighed happily.

"I could fix that... shove a bottle in there with you... though I think it might make a few people faint. Besides, I couldn't let you come back to the shore naked. I had to get you back here one way or another without getting you arrested for exposing yourself." Rachael said.

"Yeah, yeah... I suppose you're right. Better to get shoved in here than getting thrown in the slammer." the otter replied.

"You know it! Now you just kick back and relax. We're gonna soak up some rays. Might even stay to watch the sun go down." the tigress said, resuming massaging her belly tenderly.

She could scarcely put into words how much she enjoyed how well he filled her up like he had. It was simply heavenly when she could get it. Bobert did indeed settle, but then his movements resumed. They were gentler and more focused rather than the general, almost panicked squirms from before. Now, he was making an effort to add to the moment by giving the lady a massage from inside. He knew how much she enjoyed that, especially when he hit all the right spots. Rachael tipped her head back as she purred all the louder. The rumbling noise reached the hidden otter, letting him know his efforts were greatly appreciated.

Bobert would likely get tired long before they got home and she could let him out, if she even decided to give it all up so soon. There was a strong likelihood that he would be staying for more than just the one afternoon and evening. At least it was comfortable, and at least she was going to take care of him.

"Mmm, that's the spot, right there honey. You know just what to do and where to do it," Rachael mused as she let her eyes drift shut, "I love you, sweetie."

The otter ran his paws along the tender region she had called at as 'the spot', maintain his focus there for the moment. He would return to a few other key locations soon enough. He wanted to keep going there until he could feel her starting to writhe and rub her legs together, then pull away in a sort of teasing act. Likely that would incentivize her to keep him even longer, but he didn't really mind.

"I love you too." Bobert replied, leaning in against the thick, squishy wall of the womb holding him and offered the lady a kiss.

A large, heavy paw pressed down against the spot where his face pressed out, appreciating the touching sign of affection. It wasn't so bad needing to work so hard to get him in the mood finally.

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