The Saltwater Room
By Bartan Tirix

    The wooden door to the beach shack opened as the furball lazily flopped himself inside. Taking a moment to rest on the... Surprisingly clean floors before getting up and shutting the door. Still brushing the sand off his paws before going in further, trying not to make too much noise as some were heard in the bedroom above. Passing several beach related items that didn't get too much use with all the people living here, which is one reason why they retrofit this shack into a guest house of sorts.
    Bartan exited the door ahead, revealing a dock-like path to the grand palace that was 'The Beach House'. A vacation spot for the crew, and currently him as well. Getting out of the city for the time being while the weather was warm there, yet surprisingly rather controlled here. Let alone for the bright late evening.
    For now, his mind was just too tired to question it. Passing one of the comfortable benches made to rest and enjoy the ocean view, his body demanded recovery as soon as it processed what it was. Taking another break and doing so on it; lying lengthwise while his tail dropped over the far armrest. Lightly wagging at the soft waves that caused the bridge to rock lightly, the sounds of water hitting the hollow... 'Barrels' (for lack of a better word). It was all enough to make the furball sleep right then and there.
    And he nearly did, only being alerted by a door closing and some footsteps... Something somewhat smaller and heavy. Still a bit unfamiliar to those ears, but he could take a good guess at who it was. Especially after hearing the smaller one lightly chuckle, trying to be silent just in case, but realizing the white one was awake when he grumbled. "Long day?" She asked, witnessing the bear stretch a little on the bench and adjust himself.
    "Yes, but surprisingly not what you would think." Bartan grumbled a bit, getting her to chuckle as she passed. Carrying a large plastic bag... Trash. That's what the otter was doing; emptying the trash from the kitchen, likely. Still not opening his eyes as she returned. "How do you do it all day, Kay?"
    "Do what?"
    "Clean." He groaned, getting another chuckle. "I just had a guy who wanted me to wash his floors again and again. Just... Watch me scrub the floor and I have no idea why."
    "...Were you in the maid outfit-?"
    "-I may have been in the maid outfit, yes." A giggle from the female as she leaned over the armrest near the bear's head, blocking out most of the light in the process, coming from the large house ahead. Not that he minded.
    "Well, I think you have your answer, sir."
    "Yes, but Why...?" Bartan nearly whined, stretching his back and releasing another groan. "Especially when they were already clean?"
    "Well, you do look really cute in it."
    "Thank you." He grumbled, almost sarcastically. Causing the otter to giggle again.
    "Isn't that reason enough?"
    "Not for my aching back." An awwwh from her, reaching down and giving the bear a little rub on the chest, only for her enormous bosom to nearly completely surround his head. Making Bartan whimper loudly while that tail wagged.
    "S-sorry, they've been getting fuller lately. I'm not as familiar of how far..." Kayla shyly responded, pulling back to once again gift the furball sight. Allowing him to finally gaze over the short brown mammal with... Well, Mammaries the size of her entire torso. Each. Instantly making him blush and that sheath to swell when they jiggled with her movements. Almost completely blocking her quite wide hips as well, really pulling off that 'shortstack' bodytype.
    "A-and... You've been working with that all day?"
    "Only for the past couple of hours. This..." The small one blushed deeply, trying to keep the pair of bloated pillows into her top. Adjusting them only making the movements worse and that white tail to rapidly wag, regardless of how hard he was trying to keep it still. "When I started today, they could fit inside with the button done up, but that split and I lost it in..." A shy gaze into the ocean as Bartan snapped out of his staring, thankfully before she looked back at him.
    "I-I... Can relate." He whined, adjusting himself awkwardly along the bench to attempt to hide the red peek. Only to trigger that stiff back and get him to jerk, then grumble a little bit. "W-what do you normally do with them? Drain them?"
    "Using a lactation device, yes." A double take from the furball, his four ears perking as they glowed red with his blush.
    "W-w-wait... So, that milk that you've often been bringing in is...?" A guilty look from Kay as an awkward silence fell over them. "...I'm okay with this."
    "Y-you are...?"
    "It also explains why Dia's taken such a liking to it, and why we run out so quickly." He grumbled, getting her to giggle. Tilting his white head in a shrug. "I'm not going to lie, he's been wanting to mount you ever since he spotted you."
    "I-I... Actually get that a lot."
    "I can see why." Bartan grumbled, coughing to cover up the statement only for that to send another wave of discomfort through him. "Okay... I gotta do something about my back. Did you manage to get to the hot tub today?" The otter almost immediately perked up.
    "Y-yes sir! It's all cleaned, set, and ready to go!"
    "Thank you, Kayla." The large furball got up and gave a soft nuzzle along her neck; clearly standing- even on all fours, about three feet higher than her. "Now, I'm a little tired this evening, so forgive me for being so straightforward."
    "S-sir?"
    "Can we compromise?" A shy whimper in question from her. "I need a warm bath and I'd like a massage for my back, you need to be..." Blush overtook that white muzzle as he stuttered. "D-drained, and I can only imagine that machine isn't that comfortable."
    "I-it's fine, but..."
    "A live person can do it better." A nervous nod from the otter as Bartan waited patiently. "The choice is yours, if you'd rather just go home after a long day, I can pester the mistress or Beo to do me (probably literally)."
    "What was that?"
    "N-nothing!" The furball blushed, clearing this throat. "Is there any immediate reason you need to return home? Pets? People?"
    "N-not really, no. Not besides..." The small one nudged one of those large body pillows, almost swearing that her shirt was crying out while being stretched to its limit. Once again causing that while tail of the bear's to sweep the floor wildly without his permission. Making her giggle a little at the reaction when he attempted to hide it. "Males are weird sometimes."
    "O-our instincts can be, yes." He nearly whimpered, trying to be collective. "It's entirely up to you, we can easily give you a bed here to rest if you'd rather stay the night as well. Especially if it leads to..." A chuckle from Kayla.
    "They did warn me that you would try to make a move, silly bear." A playful snort from the furball.
    "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm merely suggesting a game of Scrabble." He overdramatically attempted to sound fake offended, getting the otter to just stare at him while trying to hold back her grin. "...Okay, it was Strip Scrabble, you got me." Bartan grumbled, teasingly flicking his tail while heading towards the large beach house. Double taking when she started to walk alongside.
    "How would that even work? You don't even wear clothing."
    "I swear I just complained about wearing a maid outfit not too long ago."
    "You complained about scrubbing floors."
    "Same difference." Another snort, trying to hide that white muzzle blushing while he stole glances of those chest-hills shifting. "You're certain about this?"
    "I've been..." The brown one rubbed her own arm. "Trying a lot of new things lately. And you seem thirsty enough-"
    "In more than one way, yes." A series of giggles at Bartan's admission.
    "Not to mention, more gentle than..."
    "Dia?" A nod. "He looks intimidating, especially with his camo off."
    "Camo?"
    "N-nevermind. But he can be very gentle." Bartan tilted his head in a shrug. "He just gets excited and... Very Very 'Excited', if you know what I mean." Another chuckle from her. "Just know that if you ever do tease him, you might end up getting mounted by him."
    "I've been warned, yes."
    "By Kindle?"
    "By most here. He's gotten quite the reputation."
    "He's a very special wyrm indeed. Did you want anything to drink first?" The bear opened the door for her, following the smaller otter into the kitchen where he made a couple of drinks. Nothing hard, just a ginger ale and some orange juice for her. Placing the two glasses into a cabinet built into the wall of sorts, closing it, and hitting a button beside. Motioning her to go up the stairs to the second floor: a large living and dining room of sorts. Having the grand table that has been sectioned to be smaller to make space for large comforters and seats. Turning about and opening a far door that led to a very large deck; a gorgeous view of the vast ocean and sunset.
    Within the center of that second story deck: a very large hot tub. More like a heated swimming pool for the two, made with large feral dragons in design. Bartan started some of the settings to get the water bubbling and heated, then moved to one of the walls. Opening a cabinet for the two drinks he made in the kitchen, handing Kay one of them and they took a sip before closing the dumbwaiter. Flicking an ear when the small elevator began returning to the kitchen.
    Taking a large drink of that ginger ale, the furball sighed in satisfaction. Setting it down on a nearby floating tray and pushing it into the waters. Turning around to find the otter's back; taking her clothing off and immediately whimper loudly at how those chest pillows bounced in freedom. Causing the bear to stumble and trip, falling into the hottub with a loud splash that got Kay's attention. "A-are you okay?"
    The white one surfaced with a loud inhale and blush, covering the end of his snout. "D-don't mind any red in the water!" He shouted, looking to see if there was any himself while she giggled. Knowing exactly what it meant, and making him double take when she no longer hid herself; exposing those massive hills, each close to an oversized watermelon. Watching him quickly move one paw down underneath the water around his lower belly.
    "Any red?"
    "Any. Red." She giggled at his response as she undid those tight pants. Barely able to slide the waist over her bubbled behind that folded around such a restraining ring and step out from the leggings. Leaving just the undergarments on in the warm summer air. Every little motion caused both the otter's chest and rear to almost dance and wiggle as she approached the stairs into the pool. Though still shy about being watched by the brown discs, seeing just how much he was trying to hold back. Especially after spotting some red in the water.
    A few steps down into the tub, not even going to test them first and enter the more shallow area. Only being a few feet tall; a fraction of the bear currently in the water and being the main heat source for it, almost just able to stand up at the shallow end's floor and keep her head above water. Approaching the blushing furball who was trying to hide a certain package while whimpering. "Relax, sir." She softly spoke over the bubbles, a little bashful herself. "Compromise, remember?"
    "O-of course-" A tiny whine when those large pillows pressed against his middle, getting pushed against the low wall of the pool and pinned there by the hills. Actually returning his paws upwards, only to accidentally brush the soft brown bulges, trying to hold back his purr. Then whine when a paw grabbed each of his wrists, leading the white appendages to lightly squish her chest together. Inviting him to observe and study.
    They honestly reminded Bartan of very heavy clouds, or wet plush. Even the slightest of presses were causing the brown milk-balloons to bulge between every digit, swearing it already lactated from the sheer water surrounding it. Sliding those paws up and around them as the furball panted, trying to contain himself.
    Though that didn't stop that tail from wagging, nor those white hinds from fidgeting in excitement. Causing Bartan to shift a little more while trying to put a filter on his libido's instincts, only to end up slipping on the pool's floor. Tripping the otter to fall on top of him as his neck stayed above water, though unable to say the same for the other.
    But Kayla was no stranger to such things; be it the bear's clumsiness or the warm liquid habitat surrounding her. Resurfacing with a giggle and finding herself resting on top of the furball's lower end; easily making out that hardened shaft underneath her tail with its tip pointing directly at her folds. Further causing the furball to blush deeply as he attempted to move her up, only to get a sudden flinch as discomfort surged up his back. "S-sorry" She apologized, getting off and remembering why they decided to come here in the first place.
    "I-it's alright." Bartan panted, taking a few breaths as he laid belly down on the pool's floor. "Probably for the best, if I'm honest."
    "Feed your urges just a little?" She playfully chuckled, watching those four ears nearly turn pink from the tip to the base. Resting on his back as he grumbled a little then feeling those paws slide through his wet floating fur. Needing to press quite hard in order to detect any structure within the large coat, and even then it was a bit of a mess.
    "Oh, I forgot." Standing up and lifting the (quite heavy) brown one out of the water, Bartan swung his tail over the rim and attempted to catch it with a forepaw. Taking a few attempts while Kay gazed at him in confusion. "I promise I'm not crazy, I just- need to-!" Every try to snatch the pesky appendage resulted in failure after failure, eventually getting him to curse but finally get a hold of it. Pulling the tail with a grunt and stating: "Hydrophobic coat."
    "Hydro-what?" As soon as the furball let go of his tail, all the water absorbed by his coat immediately dropped back down into the large tub. Making his white fluff return to normal; as if it were dried completely, even when he started to sink back into the water. Making her look in awe when the liquid started to scatter in little beads when making contact with the white strands, but only towards the surface. Down below, it was like the bear had his own air bubble that was just over his body.
    She carefully slid her paws into his coat, instantly detecting the wetness of those familiar brown furs. Ones designed for the waters, but that seemed to completely stop when feeling the white coat. As if petting it when she was soaking wet, while he was completely dry. Allowing her passage within that bubble around his form, but the white forest that covered his form absolutely refused to absorb the liquids. Scattering it into strange abstract forms as if it were a swift ooze. "How...?"
    "You've worked here most of the summer and never knew about my tail defect?" Bartan snorted playfully. Feeling her questionable gaze that caused him to toss that snout and take a breath as he got comfortable. "I'll give you the short version, but please start."
    "O-of course." Kayla dug her paws into his strange white coat, expecting it to be a tangled difficult mess to slide through, but it was surprisingly easy. Reaching deep into his fluff under the water and detecting his body inside, needing to shift around to find his proper back and shoulders using his guidance. Lightly giggling at the furball's reflexive motions; the tail swinging as fast as it could underwater, those hind legs shifting and his shoulders broadening. Flexing with her dull nails as they combed through the fluff, making Bartan purr loudly and huff.
    Such reactions always made the otter smile, as she groomed his fluff. Putting pressure onto his shoulders for a bit longer before going lower, trying to focus on his back. "You were saying?" She lightly teased, getting him to gumble or at least attempt to. Losing what the original question was for several moments. "Tail."
    "-Right." Bartan snorted at the thought. "I..." A huff interrupted him as the bear shifted underneath her, his coat rising and almost fluttering at her work. "I wasn't... Feral until a couple of years ago. The form- Oh... Oh that's really nice, right there..." A giggle from the female. "T-the form was a gift from several people here, Beo and Kindle included."
    "And Dia?"
    "L-likely in some regards. A-anyway... This is where-" A thick purr as he whispered a curse. "Where it gets... Weird."
    "Just give me a short version."
    "A punk wizard coughed up a magical remote control that stuck directly onto the base of my tail." The otter stopped in place, making him feel her questionable gaze and causing those white ears to flick and flatten backwards against his head. "Did I mention 'Weird' yet?"
    "Y-yes, but...?"
    "But ever since then, when people 'command' me to do something, my body would comply. Which would become a problem in theory-"
    "Command?" Kay quoted. "Like... Tell you to do something?"
    "Not exactly something like 'clean the floors' or 'do a little dance'. More like telling me to 'Grow Up' would cause me to literally s-start increasing in size rapidly. They're physical changes with my body, but not mental ones. Telling me to be more confident or give up my morning coffee wasn't going to work; it's not mind control-" A deep purr interrupted him when she pressed against a sweet spot.
    "But... You needed a way to control it?"
    "Y-yeah... Hence... Tail-pulling. If you catch it and give it a tug, say your command, and then it'll likely function. Makes talking around me 10x easier as well, not having to worry about me, say, inflating to the size of the room. Especially by a flirting dragon who 'would like to see that'." A snort from the bear, making her chuckle.
    "Y-you... Like getting stuffed, huh?" A grumble from the white one as he looked back with those ears attempting to look irritated, but her work was making the expression difficult. Reducing its intimidation.
    "You've been hanging out with Kindle too long." Bartan playfully snorted. "I definitely don't mind the feeling, but sometimes I'd rather be doing the stuffing, if you follow what I mean." A giggle from the otter as he lightly wiggled his back.
    "Oh my." Kayla blushed, but trying to act confident like the bear's foxy wife. Leaning forwards and flanking nearly his entire head with those brown chest pillows. Making him whimper as she pressed them together; causing them to leak out some milk. "And you're looking for a little bit of both tonight, isn't that right-?"
    "Okay, that's it." The white one suddenly shifted his back, causing the otter to slip off with a yelp and into the waters. Soon feeling herself get grabbed and pinned underwater before deeply kissed by that bear muzzle. That tongue strongly sliding inside and lapping against Kay's for what felt like minutes before those paws wrapped around her backside and started lifting her out of the water. Letting the both of them take a few deep breaths as Bartan carried her to the edge of the hot tub before once again pinning her down with a deep kiss.
    The bear growled with pleasure, at least now able to breathe properly while those white paws stroked over her enormous breasts. Giving the small one a massage this time, both against her tongue and her assets that leaked more and more with the stronger presses. Sliding the black pads gently across the nipple while trying to contain his strength. Once in a while losing control and giving the large pillows a restrained squeeze, making her whine in bliss.
    But Bartan couldn't keep those instincts in check once he started, breaking the kiss and bunting that large snout over a brown hill; scouting it with a series of strong licks until he detected her warm fluids. Narrowing the area down and latching onto it (a bit too eagerly), giving the wet fluffy balloon a good draw. Causing Kay to cry out in pleasure and grasp his heat tightly, blushing deeply at the vibration of his purrs as he detected a slight caramel flavoring within her milk. Sucking again and again, sending sharp waves of bliss through her short body and down her tail; needing to do something as it wagged between those fluffy hind legs and wrapping around the first thing it could find.
    Hot. Fleshy, and surprisingly dry. Actually able to feel a heartbeat through it- and instantly making the otter blush even deeper when she pieced together what that tail caught. Only to be interrupted by another draw from Bartan, then another! Another, as once paw massaged the other hill. While that stray one stroked up and down the brown back. Digging a set of dull claws into her thick wet fur, sliding around her large rump...
    That hand made its way down to the otter's hamstring, only to change direction towards her center. Losing it's position when he drank another sample of Kay's milk and then felt it over her folds, slowly swelling up by such a barrage of feelings. Trying to study the digits sliding up and down that slit, just outside her undergarments. As if looking for a way inside.
    The bear finally pulled himself away, panting for a few moments before that craving continued. Making his way over to the other hill and lap at the surface to find a place to latch onto, his head and ears being gripped by the otter's fores. Almost forcing him into that squishy pillow as the female cried in bliss, even more so when a single digit slid around the underwear's defenses. Directly brushing against her wet sex and clenching those gates shut.
    The white one didn't mind though, still nearly driven by the shortstack's sweet nectar. Drinking and drinking that snowy belly began to sag down over hers, spreading his supernaturally dry coat over her form. Not even noticing the fullness that it was alerting, causing the middle to expand further and further as it was ignored. Pushing that frustrated red tool down as the gut began filling the space between his hind legs, twitching as it released heavy jolts of orange syrup into the warm waters.
    It was nearly too much for Kayla, unable to keep herself from squirming underneath the much larger one. Especially when those digits continued to press into her swollen folds. Spreading them wider and wider with their soft rubs, making her release a little squirt herself every so often. But the majority of those waves came from the bear's muzzle, its tender draws, gentle brushes and squeezes against those large pillows. Filling him up with her milk far more than the otter ever expected, sliding her paws down to the bear's swelling cheeks; easily the size of bowling balls at this point.
    Yet, he kept drinking. As if a certain part of him commanded such a thing. Expanding out his chest until it made it difficult to reach her chest any longer; pinning her down with that gut. Leaving the two panting heavily as Bartan began sliding off of her, now realizing just how big he's gotten! That entire underside dragging and widening across the floor, nearly immobilizing him. Every motion sent a jiggling ripple through his middle, almost making him look like he's bouncing on it.
    A grumble from the furball that lightly concerned the otter, wondering if it was too much for him. But just before she was going to speak, Kay started to see that large pouch under his tail begin faintly pulsing. Slowly growing with his pants while that enormous belly began to drain, as if transferring all that fluid into his package. Though it wasn't a 1:1 ratio, causing the otter to get up and gently study the enlarging furballs with her paws. Hearing the bear they belong to huff loudly as he rested on that underside.
    Faster and faster Bartan's belly seemed to deflate, causing his pouch to take up a volume of about 10% of it. A fair reduction, yes, but that did swell them out to be a pair of beachballs. Churning against her presses as the bear huffed, unable to keep himself from leaking a steady orange over the deck. Giving Kayla time to study the furred balloon; shaggy and white like the rest of his coat, but with a thick black stripe down the center. Dividing it with a longer section of fluff, tracing the line up to under his tail.
    A slight brush against the uppermost area suddenly made the male whimper loudly in overstimulation, making the otter wonder if he was somehow harmed by it at first. Then soon after; a heavy spray hit the wood floor. Nearly equal to a full liter (1/4th of a gallon, or half of a large soda bottle) of the strange orange syrup being released, speeding up his breaths for a few moments as he looked back at her. "S-sensitive area... Please be careful."
    "Sensitive...?" The brown one took another look, lifting up the fluttering tail and once again getting him to whimper. Expecting her to touch it again like everyone always does. "Where?"
    "J-just above the pouch and under the...'' Another look and the otter nodded, sliding her paws down and along his enormous balls. Surprisingly leaving the area alone and focusing more on Bartan's package. Gently pressing into them to discover just how tight they were underneath that white (and black) padding. Steadily getting the bear to pant and purr, lost in the movements as his hind legs began to become shaky.
    Carefully letting himself down on the floor, rolling on his side and eventually being pulled onto his back by the female. Revealing that red rocket; covered in soft spines and with a bulge in the sheath. Glancing at those brown eyes for permission to touch it, getting a shy nod in response as she leaned over his bloated pouch. Needing to rest her chest on them, increasing their loud grumbles as the canine tip leaked over his fluff; still 'water' protected and watching it slide right off him in dozens of little beads.
    Though they looked sharp and threatening; like thicker versions of a circle saw's teeth, the spines were surprisingly soft to the touch. The tips coned to little nubs that had no point to their ends, as the furball whimpered at the touch. Causing a heavy pulse to surge through the red weapon as it twitched in her grasp, moving just a little more before finally exposing that knot from the white protection.
    It was definitely unique to look at, blushing as her dark orange discs shifted between it and him occasionally. His ears and snout equally tinted, trying to contain his excitement while that outgoing tail expressed otherwise; sweeping rapidly along the deck. Hearing Bartan's whimper in question as she leaned forwards more and resting those large pillows over his tool, trapping it within her cleavage.
    A heavy huff from the bear as he lightly squirmed, his weapon being completely engulfed into her plushy breasts. Squeezing them together from the outside and using the grip to let them slide up and down his length; unable to even see the tip most of the time. Loving just how easy it was to make the male sing loudly, unable to control himself or his jolts that matted her brown fur. Soaking it as the syrup began to mix with her milk that was being squeezed out in the process.
    All it took was a few minutes of such a job that got Bartan to gasp rapidly and send his vocals higher in pitch. Bracing her chest pillows down and thrusting quickly into them, releasing heavy sprays of pre before finally straining and fire orange ropes from within the brown fissure. Usually arcing over his head and onto the building's walls, occasionally landing on his face and getting him to attempt to catch it with his muzzle.
    Though a quick study from Kayla, placing a hand on that pouch and realizing just how little that actually drained. Letting the bear rest for a moment before starting those motions up again, unable to actually make a word within that whimper of question. But the waves nearly paralyzed the white one as his weapon slid slickly inbetween those soaked pillows, taking no time at all to start releasing heavy jolts of orange again.
    It would have covered his underside completely in less than a full minute, creating a steady stream as the furball underneath strained and squirmed from the overstimulation. Letting the orange streaks progressively become large ropes as Bartan reached another climax. Repainting that wall entirely as the otter swayed her chest side to side; steering the releasing rod. Occasionally leaning forwards to point it towards the male's face, just to watch the juices scatter into thousands of little beads; unable to soak into his fur.
    The pressure within his climax began to slow down, leaving the bear panting loudly and blushing. Getting Kayla to carefully climb forwards, resting her cloth-guarded sex on that twitching weapon's upper side. So close to the tip that it released frustrated jolts of seed towards it, and lightly feeling the brown one grind over it as her chest felt in place. Flanking that muzzle with her cum-soaked fur and giving that bear snout a small little kiss. Receiving a lick in return and several more as her plush started to move around...
    Only for the bear to get another taste of that milk and nearly demand another. Following the roundness to the surface-center of her pillow and latching onto the nipple, this time making the otter whimper lightly in bliss. Then much more so when he started sucking and drinking out of the tit. Almost addicted to it as she was very very slowly being drained of her production, then switching to the other.
    It caught them both into a steady trance; Bartan drinking constantly and feeding his craving. Kayla grinding on top of him and nearly cumming over that prodding canine tool. Neither of which barely noticed just how much the white one was drinking; his underside enlarging like a steady waterballoon. Making it harder and harder for the two to stay connected, until the otter finally fell off.
    Only to witness the once-near immobilized furball be completely immobile! Trapped under a gut that was bigger than most cars! Pinning Bartan down as he grumbled, only for that belly to grumble back and start deflating. The two of them knowing where it was all going, and once again Bartan whimpered loudly. Would that pouch even be able to hold that much volume? On top of what was basically there before?
    When he finally got small enough, the bear rolled over and let his massive package slosh over the wooden floor. Causing it to creak under the weight as it steadily continued to enlarge and make him whimper again. Such a sight... Excited the otter, to the point where she once again approached it and felt the tight pair of furballs. Dragging on the ground with his standing position and nearly doubling his width!
    Kayla knew just where he could put that much volume, walking up to those blushing ears and snout before giving it a deep kiss. Letting the whimper within go and soon feeling the male participate eagerly, easily detecting that paw along her rear and moving down under again. Sliding under that soaked cloth and begin pulling it down as a test...
    Only to feel her assist in such an action, and get a comical spray of orange released from his underside. Those white ears lowered in shyness, but he continued the kiss as if it didn't happen. Eventually causing her to break into a chuckle. "I tried to hold it back, okay?" He snorted playfully. Once again getting a little smooch on his nose as the otter turned around and bent over.
    Cue another spray as Bartan began stepping over her. Dragging those fluffy shackled weights in the process as her tail teased that frustrated tool all the way. Until it finally came close to her vent and give it a few prods, only for her to shift forwards playfully and cause the bear to growl loudly. Kicking in those dominating instincts to pin her down and slide her back onto that weapon; lightly forcing a don as that fleshy tip began to divide those gates.
    There was a bit of resistance, but to the furball's surprise the shortstack could actually take it. A tad snug, but not the struggle he was expecting. Allowing the softly spiked length to slide in and out with ease, especially with the copious amount of pre being released with each motion. Nearly giving her a belly within a few moments of actual sex.
    Bartan held onto his instincts for as long as he could, but one small give was enough for the beast to take over. Pinning down the busty female and start thrusting into that plump rear heavily! Every few thrusts caused another large torrent to be poured into her chambers; causing them to stretch out and round that belly of hers even larger and larger. But like her sex in general: there was very little resistance to such a thing.
    As well as almost nothing in terms of durability loss, allowing her to grow near freely underneath the mounting beast! Regardless of how glossy the brown seemed to becoming as it sphered in a bubble-like fashion. Folding around and between her legs, downwards against his rocking pouch as their furs brushed against each other. Soon taking the lead in the source of her main body weight, surpassing her still enormous chest.
    With every heavy spray in between her folds, that gut grew. Swearing that the furball was releasing more and more with every torrent that escaped out of those giant balls as Bartan huffed loudly. Growling as he attempted to restrain himself, but a smaller paw on his balancing forearm caused the two to share a look. Telling him that it was okay to let loose, that the shortstack was much tougher than her size claimed.
    The bear nodded at Kayla, then gave her a sudden full kiss that made the otter nearly yelp in surprise. Then a sudden deep thrust got the female to moan into his muzzle; his knot breaching her gates while thick ropes were released within her. Weighing the brown one down as her middle continued to expand beneath them. Causing both to place a paw on the bubbled belly and feel it fold around their digits with ease, no matter how hard they pushed or clawed at it.
    Durable, indeed. Perhaps this small one could go a round or three with Dia'vidd after all. Still within that muzzle lock, taking a deep breath, and the beast started riding her hard. Pausing after another series of torrents to fill up the otter's womb until it was more comfortable for the Bartan. Taking a moment to study her form while his soaked rod continued to twitch inside her, making sure that she was still doing alright at easily 3 times her entire body volume in that gut alone.
    But a soft pet on the side of his muzzle assured the white one, sliding a paw across that... Near-ballooning brown middle, getting a soft pant from Kay. Then a much louder one when he began digging dull claws into that overstuffed belly, dragging it through her folding form and feeling the female squeeze his still forming knot. Pressing down hard into her before starting to mount that bubbled rear heavily, thrusting into her form and causing every curve to wobble from the motion!
    Spray after spray left the male's tool as it slid in and out of that swollen sex. Making the Otter's belly tighter and tighter, making up for whatever escaped a dozen fold. Causing Kayla to expand underneath the furball and begin pressing up against his once larger structure. Surrounding and nearly hugging his own belly with her more bloated one while her breasts started to take in some of the excess pre he was pumping her full of. Squeezing her form tightly to try to get it to hold still as his hips worked overtime! Trying to work up as much as possible to drain those Massive balls!
    Her whimpers of bliss began to get sharper as his knot started to feel more dense, forcing her folds to stretch wider and wider as it passed through! Growing greatly in girth with every other entry, until it started to force Bartan to slow down his thrusts! Requiring more power to squeeze it inside her vent! In some cases needing to press against her hindquarters to get it out, and pull on her tail to get it inside!
    Until it got trapped within; finally too large to retreat back through and continuing to grow with every pant of the beast's! Still trying to pull it out in order to stimulate him further, and nearly feel the otter stretch over his ridges again! Squeezing them with her clenches and causing the bear to nearly soar over the edge into a grand incoming climax!
    Kay continued to grip them, forcing the furball to nearly whine in a beg as it reset his body's releasing process from the beginning! Gathering a tremendous amount of pre and temporarily storing it into that gigantic furred pouch, causing it to inflate larger and larger underneath his tail! Getting so massively tight they began to turn orange from the fluids backed up within!
    Higher and higher, Bartan's pleading whimpers grew, nearly matching his very balls in height as they became dangerously close to bursting! Eventually feeling the first torrent of pre surge through and break the dam for the rest of the bear's flooding! Causing that lower brown belly to start expanding across the wooden floor of the deck, and her chest to follow suit above! Bloating like huge balloons that were still leaking her milk!
    The three blimps trekked forwards, rolling over any furniture and dipping into the hot-pool. Forcing all the water to begin spilling onto the wooden floors and leak through the cracks/under the fences! Replacing every inch of space with the otter's stretchy bloated form as Bartan came hard into her. Feeling the female do the same inside his own sheath and even cause that to swell outwards a little.
    But his balls were beginning to drain! Giving the male some sweet relief as Kayla's body continued to take all of its volume without much restraint or difficulty. Even when some of her sides started folding over the guard rails. Chest pillows Squeezing against the upper deck's ceiling and hearing the wood creak against her blimped form. Her outer gut swallowing the pillars and causing some of the metal fences to bend over from her sheer weight!
    A sharp whimper from the bear as he reached back for his wagging tail. Giving it a pull and shouting his commands: "F-floating cum! O-ones that enchant others with the same properties-!" And like a shimmering wave over those still enormous balls, the fluids blessed the ones already inside the otter with the same trait!
    And nearly just in time too, as the middle deck in the back end of the beach house; the ones the session was being taken place, collapsed onto the bottom one! Which in turn caused the bottom to cave into the waters upon impact! Dunking the two into the deep shore for a few moments before resurfacing, the ballooned Kayla and the bear's balls acting like inflatable life rafts in the middle of the debris.
    Yet, the otter continued to grow! Still being tied and pumped full of Bartan's unusual orange juices. Her blimped form tilting upwards and expanding heavily into the air above while also keeping the main two above the water's surface. Stretching that belly larger than most yachts, and each chest pillow rivaling that of sailboats! Inching her closer and closer to the volume of the beach house in general!
    Then surpassing it! Growing bigger and bigger as Bartan continued to release into her sex! Flooding the otter much bigger than she's ever been filled by another, even causing other parts of her to begin bubbling outwards! Hips and rear! Tail and folds! Cheeks and back! Expanding up to double size of the resort-like home! Triple!
    Four Times before starting to feel things slow down, ending with about x4.5 the beach house's volume- outer (intact) decks and all. Continuing to float within the waters; even though her very lower belly could actually be felt touching the sandy bottom! What was warned to be about 200ft down below surface level at low tide!
    Bartan's huffs could be felt fogging up her bubbled rear end, nuzzling up against them as his body went into shutdown-mode. His pouch finally back to normal size, now they just had to wait for his knot to deflate before the otter could drain herself. But at least Kay was staying the night. And who knows...

Maybe she would have time to give Dia a shot...