Swimsuit Aisle
A four-cocked orca decides to try on some swimwear
With summer approaching, Kraken D'Orca decided that it was time to go searching for some new clothing to take to the beach. Besides, a buff, red orca with a black belly needed to remain fashionable, even when those fashions didn't always fit his frame. At eight feet tall he already had a hard time finding suitable swimwear at the store; even a traditional pair of swim trunks would ride up like short shorts on his massive frame. But Kraken was also rather stunningly well-endowed: his jet black cocks were each almost a foot long when soft and - rather than having just one - he had four of the massive things hanging from his groin. When wearing pants he was able to feed two of them down each leg, though even then it left massive bulges halfway to his knees. In swim trunks? Finding something that fit correctly was nearly impossible. As a result everything he bought would stretch out or snap within hours.
Kraken already was relegated to looking in the "big and tall" section, but even there he couldn't find anything to accommodate his tremendous masculinity. While he certainly wanted to try the speedos and other things there was no way anything was going to fit his package. But that wasn't going to stop him from trying; surely something would be elastic enough to hold all of that cock. He still grabbed a few pieces of XXXL gear and made his way to the dressing rooms to see what he could do.
The dressing room itself seemed somewhat inadequate. It had been designed with only average-height furs in mind; Kraken's eight-foot-tall form was so tall that the door only covered from his shins to his chest, leaving the rest of his body quite exposed. At least his groin was blocked by the door, which would keep him from being publicly indecent the moment he removed his pants. Carefully, the orca undid the button and let the pants fall to the ground at his ankles. After stepping out of those he turned his attention to the three pieces of beachwear hanging in the room.
Kraken's three swimwear selections ranged from the simple to the seductive: a normal pair of Hawaiian-print swim trunks, a tighter-fitting blue speedo that resembled boxer briefs, and a skimpy red speedo that was little more than a thong. The orca - as he loved the feel of tight clothing - figured he'd start with the tightest of the three and work up only after he proved there was no way of making things fit onto his body. Taking the small red thong, Kraken first placed his right leg into it, then the left, before slowly pulling it up his body. He tried not to let his cockheads dip below the bottom of the door, which made it difficult to get things worked out.
Even as the thong made it to his thighs, Kraken sighed. It was already struggling to hold together around his legs alone, and that was before he attempted to fit his enormous malebits within it. But he was already this far, and he so loved to show off his bulges and curves so he could get the attention of every male on the beach... with a grunt, he gave it another firm tug upward, letting his balls begin to fill out the tight-fitting fabric.
The feeling of that smooth fabric against his balls was quite pleasant. It almost clung to his skin, showing every curve of those two heavy orbs. But Kraken still had four cocks to accommodate and squeezing even a single foot-long dick into a swimsuit with six inches of space would be a challenge. He started by trying to press one of them down between his balls, creating an even larger bulge that extended toward his taint. A second cock was slipped around the right side of his hips; a third went to the left.
With three cocks in there, however, the fabric was already stretched to the very limit. Each of those bulges was plain to see, leaving nothing to the imagination of anyone who happened to look at the orca's groin. Worse, every time Kraken moved the elastic material teased at his sensitive flesh, causing those bulges to start swelling larger. He had to suppress a lustful growl but failed to hold back his arousal; damp spots began to appear on the fabric as a few drops of pre began to flow.
In a final attempt to get his package to fit into that red fabric, Kraken quickly tried to shove his fourth dick downward, attempting to fit it along his left leg. It was still plainly visible as most of his manhood peeked out from below the speedo, as well as to anyone who happened to be outside hat dressing room. It also was more than the fabric could take; it ripped loudly just to make room for the male flesh crammed into it. Kraken sighed and looked at himself in the mirror: his cocks were throbbing steadily, clearly visible even through what remained of the swimwear. The crotch was ruined, ripped halfway to his waist, while the waistband itself was slowly coming apart. There was not much hope Kraken could take the speedo off, either. It was quite tight around the orca's waist already and getting even tighter as his arousal continued to build. He grunted as he fought with both his speedo and his hardening cocks, even though it was rather obvious what would be winning that battle. All four dicks were slowly rising up his belly, peeking out of that red fabric from almost every direction, until - finally - another loud rip tore them apart at the waist.
Kraken could only look down at the tattered remains of the speedo as they fluttered to the ground. In addition to being ripped in half, the stretchy fabric had been permanently deformed by the massive bulges that it had attempted to contain. Was nothing designed to handle the hyper-endowed? He only had four, surely they'd fit in something... At least he had two other outfits to try on that might prove more accommodating. He grabbed the larger, navy blue speedo and decided to give that a second try.
Though made of a similar material as the last outfit, there was fabric this time. These could have passed for bicycle shorts, if one wanted to show themselves off, as they certainly covered enough of the body. Once again Kraken steadily pulled the clothing up his body and once again he found that his balls alone were going to prove to be a problem. This outfit was clearly going to be even tighter fitting than the last, now that the orca was highly aroused. But he'd already ruined one pair of clothes so what was the harm in trying these as well? Despite his enthusiasm to try on the swimwear, Kraken's balls didn't seem to appreciate the form-fitting fabric much. He had to carefully pull one leg up, then the other, all while trying to keep both of those heavy, cum-filled orbs from sliding into one leg together. As the spandex gently rubbed his balls with every move, he once again had to keep himself from growling with lust. The speedo clung to every curve of his flesh and lightly squeezed him everywhere at once, practically milking his nuts.
The challenge soon turned to fitting four thick, half-hard, dripping orca cocks into a swimsuit clearly not designed with that in mind. Even though they were prehensile they still were massive, each thick as Kraken's forearm, with enough length to reach his chest once fully hard. For now Kraken attempted to squeeze them into the knee-length spandex swimwear. He did what he could to stuff one dick into each leg of the overly-tight gear, though his impressive length left his the cockheads exposed below the blue fabric. The bulges were equally impressive, as the form-fitting material clung to every bulge and vein of his flesh.
Even with two penises (mostly) put away, that still left two more to find room for. They were steadily rising up Kraken's chest as he enjoyed the tightness against his groin. He took the remaining two cocks - one in each hand - and started trying to feed them in alongside the others already bulging out his swim trunks. Once more he tried not to moan as his cocks slowly rubbed against his legs, the spandex, and one another. Inch by inch, Kraken tried to thread his dicks through his pants, though that was proving to be more and more of a challenge. Among his problems was his quickly blossoming arousal, which lead to an increasing amount of pre. He didn't have anything to contain it; every drop was going to run down his legs and onto the carpeted floor of the dressing room. Kraken shifted position, trying not to reveal anything to anyone outside. He used the seat to try hold up some of his bulging manhood, in an effort to keep it off the floor. As it was, it was obvious his swimsuit was going to reveal quite a bit, particularly as the fabric became translucent once it became damp.
Suddenly Kraken's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Is everything alright in there sir?" The sounds and sights had gotten the attention of the staff.
"Y... yes, I'm fine... thank you..." he said, blushing brightly. He knew he couldn't stay in here much longer, but he also couldn't just walk out of the dressing room with his cocks hanging out everywhere! As good as he felt he could just try pawing off quickly; he was too worked up to even think about just trying to hide his dicks in his pants again. He couldn't walk out in his current state; even in this rather liberal society, having his quadra-cocks firing off pre would not be at all acceptable. Grunting softly, the orca stroked his two of his shafts through the fabric, savoring the feel of the tightly stretched material along his massive members for as long as he could.
That settled it; Kraken wasn't going to hold himself back any longer. He flexed his dicks against the fabric, enjoying the spandex as it slowly bulged out, coming that much closer to tearing apart. With one paw on each bulge, the orca stroked his shafts two by two though the thin fabric. Finally, though, the seams on the swim trunks gave and they too were ripped apart. That freed Kraken to stroke his flesh directly, with each hand taking one cock into it and the remaining two rubbed against one another. With each moment the orca's four shafts each throbbed with another spurt of precum, which had now thoroughly soaked the spandex, the floor, and the Kraken's belly. The floor squished as he stepped to the bench to sit down to finish the job.
Once seated, the hyper-hung orca admired himself in the mirror as he continued to jack himself off. With his cocks nearing their fullest size, the trunks were in tatters; they scarcely clung to his waist as each of those four appendages came out at a different angle. One was still pressed down and coming out the bottom of a leg hole, while a second pressed up through the waist; the remaining two had simply made their own holes where they could. Kraken just smirked at that; clearly nothing was going to contain his masculinity, so he was going to enjoy the spandex for as long as he could.
Kraken took advantage of what remained of the swimsuit, savoring the feel of the slick fabric upon his thick malehood by stroking near the base of his shafts. The orca traced the outline of those bulges with his paws, savoring every inch that was still covered in that blue fabric. In turn, each pulse and throb of those cocks stretched the speedo even further, which just made Kraken that much more interested in testing its limits. Would he actually be able to get himself off without tearing that swimsuit apart?
Without further fanfare, he began to jerk himself off in earnest. He gripped the tips of two of his cocks once again, allowing the remaining two to rub themselves against the speedo and each other. Each moment brought forth another thick glob of fluid, further soaking the inside of the dressing room, the bench, even the mirror across from the virile cetacean. The peak of his pleasure was swiftly rising, met with steadily thickening precum from all four dicks. He grabbed the last pair of swim trunks for use as a cum rag, but it would be far too little to contain his seed.
Unable to hold himself back - and with no desire to try - Kraken quickly reached his orgasm. He practically bit his tongue to avoid groaning in pleasure, but the sound of cum spurting heavily from his cocks was already bound to attract attention. The remaining pair of swim trunks contained nothing at all; his seed splashed and spurted across every surface in that small room, coating the walls in a thick layer of white goo. That climax continued for almost a full minute before the orca finally flopped back against the wall and heaved a sigh of relief.
With that need taken care of and his cocks slowly softening, Kraken knew he needed to get out of the store quickly. Someone was bound to notice - if they hadn't already - and he had already destroyed plenty of merchandise during his escapades. He quickly slipped back into his previous attire - ignoring the fact it was now dripping with cum - and walked briskly to the exit. The other patrons stopped to stare at the orca but nobody dared say anything as he strode purposefully out of the store. Just as he reached the exit, the loudspeaker crackled "Cleanup in the men's dressing rooms..."