Coxmic: Boob Brawl Challenge


Written by Septia.


The camera flickered on, screen a cove dominated by rolling dunes of sand. 
	“Mmggrha.” 
	A moan coursed out off camera. The lens focused as the drone dislodged itself from the sandbanks and for a moment it captured the rolling waves basking in the glow of the mid morning sun, before it turned towards the source of the commotion. On the beach laid a boy with ruffled hairs — its neon pink colouration desaturated with a mix of sand and sweat — the man huffed, an arm trailing down his chiselled abdominal before caressing his monster of a manhood. His mast stood thick as a young oak, and a handful of pulsating veins staining in for bark. Above it stood a girl with her legs spread on either side of his thighs, the cock just barely grazed by her cheeks, and she was on her way down. -Cffht- The cockhead wedged its way in past her cheeks, the girl groaning and parting her ass so the sleek tip could be acquainted with her winking brim. -Crrsllftsh- her rim moulded inwards around the pressure of the shaft, parting with a crinkling of fluid lust as in time with the pillar of meat threading through her ass. 
	“Mmf, heck yeah keep it going, don't go all weak sauce on me, bro, feed this whole phat sausage up my booty.” 
	“Fhhgns, pha, says the pig getting skewered for barbecue,” the boy said and humped up his shaft, so the girl wobbled perched atop the member, “you know this beast never gonna let you hang dry, my sauce 'll stuff you till ya sagging.” 
	“Mmfmfehck, yeah bring it on, my ass is gonna chug down your cream as easily as your meat.” 
	-Crlslsth- The creaking of meat warping tightly against flesh creaked in echoes as the girl sunk over the mast, the view getting a good shot of the brim warping to its limits, widely pinned around the gargantuan girth of the shaft, crawling down the sand dusted shaft with that gradually added a crusted crackle to the polishing creak as the girl's rear engulfed the member. From the front one could see the outline of the dick contorting her torso, swelling it out in a congested hill of compressed cock meat inflating her frame. -Ctcrh- -chhrrtfsh- the girl struggled, cock stuffing her taut in place, though determined huffs and repeatedly. She huffed, took in a deep breath, and slammed her palms onto her thighs -Kllfttshhc- she sunk down a smidgen further, and through continued pressure her abdomen engorged with the thick mast slimming under the pressure of her ass, funnelling through her buns with the humid crumbling of shells shattering and sand pulverized along the mast as the undulating brim steamrolled down the pillar of meat. 
	“Heck sis, your ass is a beast.” 
	“To Munch, mmfsunch, mffch;” she teased and gyrated her thighs down the stretch of his cock, her fit, broad cheeks bumping up to his crotch, spread like an open faced baguette over his meat loaf. The creaking and churning of sand mixed with other trash stuck on his shaft churned up her bowels. 
	“Phooaa,” she huffed, then turned to face the camera, “Wassup, whores.” She announced, whipping back her neon lime hair so an arch of glistening sweat trailed behind her. 
	“Jun, you tricky bitch,” Gwan huffed out with a broad grin, “how long have you already been filming?” 
	“For your info, ya phat prick,” Jun huffed and bobbed down so her rear smacked onto his crotch, her abdomen distending and warping around the crammed in bulk of cock wrestling in her gut, “2 cold opens are junk, and this is Coxmic blog's revolutionary steaming hot opens, served fresh for all your filthy pervert fan's urges.” Jun huffed and swathed at her stomach to feel Gwaeh vibrations worm their way back to a shuddering Gwan. 
	The camera panned over to Gwan, arms behind his head and casually humping his twin. 
	"SimhanDae here, and we've got some beef to sort of today. Lots of ya out there been cracking about which got the sweetest chest, Jun's obease melon rack...” 
	“Or Gwan's inflatable surfboard. So today is all about comparing, then we'll leave it up to ya horny asses to figure it out.” 
	Gwan scratched his chin, pondering as he flexed one pec after the other, their already pronounced build buffed outwards a bit further with each pump. “Hey, camera hog,” Gwan waited for Jun to turn her head, which he did, to his amusement. 
	He mused before smirking. “I've been thinking, 's that really it? How bout we add some spice to this brawl? Winner of the best bust gets to make the others their willing sex toy for the rest of the day.” 
	“Ooowohohoo, fudge balls,” Jun chimed, gradually turning to face him, the grinding of the dirt crusted cock in her colon like a salt mill, “” bro's gon full cocky," she grabbed the drone and pointed it right at her face, “this contest just got some bite to it.” 


~ 1 ~


The drone panned around the twins, standing opposite each other, flexing stretching drumming at their chests. They walked towards one another, strutting with confidence oozing from their veins. Even as they got close. Jun's cleavage bloating out her bra wider than her head, bobbing and dipping down in the sways of her walk, she also left a dripping streak of sand mixed cum in her wake. Gwan puffing out his chest, the broad, plush squares each jut out as far as his nose, each step causing a tremor to ripple the surface. The two showed no signs of stopping as they approached each other, and instead walked right into one another. -Cpppffnnwth- Their chests buffered together, Jun's cleavage moulding and forming like a loose glove over Gwan's and Gwan's chest compressed like marshmallows, riding and taunt as they sprung back after a moment to bounce his twin's busts against his. The last of the chests had begun. 
	“Really appreciate you offering to be my sex toy,” Jun gloated, a smidgen taller than Gwan, though in this moment the difference was amplified. 
	“Pff, you are off your knockers if ya think I'd go easy on ya, you might as well settle in to be my jockstrap for the day.” 
	“Don't think ya temptations are gonna sway me, these nasty girls are gonna smother you.”  
	Gwan grinned and flexed out his chest, which sprung forth to heave off Jun's babbage, only for them to smack back into him, the two staggered back a step from the impact. 
	“Round one,” announced Rhyanwin, their friend hauling up a table between them. 
	“Gwan held up a watermelon, holding it up in front of him as if comparing it’s size to Jun's melons. Then cramming it in against his chest, the pecs warping and squeaking as oiled rubber, the melon compressing and creaking already as he wedged in through. The melon deformed as he let it go, snugly contained and dwarfed by his pectorals warping in against it. He rose up his arms, then thrust them down into a strongman pose, veins pumping up under his skin as his chest tauted, buffed outwards and compacted around the hard shelled fruit, Its skin turned pale as it constrained under the surrounding pressure. And sundered with a burst of juices flowing out through a wide fracture spanning down the length of the melon, splattering Jun's chest in the pink juices. Gwan snickered, and shook his chest, clumps and chunks of melon trickling through along with the cracked husk drooping onto the table. 
	“Think your soft, sexy, hot tits can beat that?” 
	“Oh I'm busting out the real stuff,” Jun replied and slammed a coconut onto the table, it was half the size of the melon, though compact like steel. Jun jeered and hoisted up her breasts in her grasp, giving each tit a slurping smooch, followig a light rebound as she hurled her upper body down onto the table, her chest wobbling along a second before the rest of her, and crashing into the table as a pair of sledgehammers. An eruption of cataclysmic cracks resounded as the shards of umber shell burst raining shrapnel, followed by trails of pale coconut milk drenching the table, Gwan, and sloughing onto the lens. When Jun rose their bust had left a cycloid indent in the table, as if they had taken a bite out of the wood. 
	“Going to the gunshow's fine and all, but I got loaded cannons,” Jun teased and cupped her chest with a smirk. 
	“Heck sis, that was awesome.” 
	“They feel sore all over, it was fantastic,” Jun responded. 
	“Just wait till I win, you'll know what sore is,” Gwan retorted. The two snickered. 


“We know our busts can bust, but can we trust them to keep in for storage?” Jun asked the drone as she sauntered forth and smacked her chest. “If we're getting a bit too risque in public and gotta dash, Bro always end sup stuffing the evidence down here,” Jun groped her chest and stuck her hand down her cleavage, groping and fiddling around until she caught hold of something, dragging up the tip of a palm girthed dildo from from her bust. “Mmfs, think you can beat this one, Washboard?” She snickered and produced the whole leg length knee tall slab of plastic, the soft rubber toy flopping free from her chest and as she dumped it onto the sand. 
	Gwan shook his head and buffed out his chest, his muscles flexing and bulging out, biceps swelling forth and outwards from his torso like pair of couch pillows. 
	“I got you beat on this boast, bae,” he mused, and his chest rumbled. After a bit of budging and rustling, the bust pried apart and a hand reached out. To grab a hold of his nipple. 
	“Broo....” Jun gasped, face contorting in chuckles as she saw Rhyanwin wedging her way out of her brother's hold, their friend stretching and huffing a she slumped out the last bit from his chest and tumbled out into the sand. 
	“Phaa. Phfa... it is sweatier than a sauna in there,” she huffed. 
	“Hey, that is not fair, Rhyanwin is really limber,” Jun huffed. 
	“Just admit it.” 
	“Oh fine you win this one, and now I totally wanna have a go at that later.” 
	“You can't, your jugs wouldn't fit.” 
	“So you are conceding?” 
	“Clever bitch.” 
	“Hot manwhore.” 
	“How hot am I?” 
	“Hot enough you are making me sweat form here, you sexy jerk.” 
	This exchange continued for a bit. 


“Round three,” said a still sweat soaked Rhyanwin. 
	Jun straddled up over as Gwan laid back in the sand, snorting and hawking.
	“Let see how much your pecs can take. She huffed and took in a deep breath, massaging his nipple before slamming down on it head first, -cpspslth- cramming the teat up her nose and gasping for air. The trudging flood of a slime avalanche rustled between them, Jun blowing her nose right into this nipple with the cavalcade of nasal phlegm roiling down his chest. 
	“Mfmfs aawaa that is slimier than a slug orgy,” Gwan huffed out as he felt his chest begun to swell, tippling bulges of snot bubbled under his skin, his pectoral building up more and more like an inflating waterbed udner Jun's face. She pulled back, huffing, nostril connected to his nipple by a globby web of congealed green slime, her boogers drooping down over his teat as before she finished gasping for it and poked the gunk down his back. Smashing her face down again, gumming up her face and hair with her own snot as she forced his teat to nurse it all up... his chest swelled up another half a head from the injection, though the pec she was injecting laid moulded, its surface uneven under the slime sloughing about within, leaving him lopsided when she finally pulled back and snorted up the last hanging drool drop of yellowed nostril glue, her green hair having their tips tinted in blogger yellow. 
	“Yup haa, that cleared my pipe straight up,” she huffed out and leaned back down on his pec, kneading into it, feeling her fingers sinking in against the softer texture of the jelly filled bust, gnawing on his firm muscles and groaning. 
	“Sis, fmms, think tit’s your turn.” 
	“Mfmfrs, in a sec, don't rush me bro,” she grunted out, grinding her own bust against him. “Mmffs, you nasty slut,” he huffed out and ground back against her. 
	“Oh bro, stop that, I 'm not taking the weak slime route,” Jun protested and Gwan neared her bust, “These cream ovens are all about the fudge.” 
	“Aw balls, that is not a fair comparison,” Gwan grinned and slipped out of his bathing shorts. 
	“like that would stop you from dumping down my tits.” 
	-Spplth- Gwan smacked his chest over her breast, fondling the nipple to find its way to his pucker. “Yeah you go tmfms, got me there,” he admitted and gave out a long sigh as his cheeks rippled with the shockwaves of a rank huff of -Ppffrrwhwl- bubbling flatulence, his brim broadening to invite her teat in as the crinkling sloughs of his bowel pudding roamed its way down his colon -Chhrltsgh- charts- The muck was making itself heard through Jun's moans, and soon growing visible as her breast engorged with hills crawling of cracked manure, Gwan sitting back on her chest to smush it over Jun's head, tugging at his shaft while his colon disgorged its batch of fudge into her. -Chhrslch- -chhrs- her breasts wobbled and swelled with the dunes of fetid clay clogging up her insides, inflating her jugs, and Gwan's throne, akin to a beanbag filling up with dough. -Fppfrrth- -Bhrhösöth- the hot manure leaked out from between his cheeks to smear her tit in a frosted layer of rectal chocolate. Gwan was gradually hoisted up from the sack of his sister's tit growing beneath him. The breasts warping and creaking with the distending mass feeding into it, soon just the one boob eclipsed the size of her combined bust and sloughed over her head -Chhrsltls coupled with the sounds of squishing and gurgling of the muck coiling and bundling together within her chest, causing her breasts to rattle and ripple as they buffeted Gwan higher and higher upwards, more grime sneaking its way out to smear between cheek and bun to crown the bloated cream confection with a topping of slobby oily chocolate. 
	“Mmgmrg, phaa,” Gwan huffed out, his cheeks moulding down into Jun's swollen boob like a throne. “Gotta admit, Think ya got this one, sis.” 
	“Suck it slut,” Jun called out under the reeking chocolate filed chest dumpling sprawled over her face. 


The gauntlet continued. With a feat of flex Jun busted her boobage through a flat t-shirt they borrowed from big bro Seum. Though Gwan managed to rip a pair of big sis's jumbo bras, middle snapping free to let his drumskin-taut chest bounce through and reverberate with the aftershock. This was followed by a smothering challenge. A weight test, a boob job, and trash compacting. Come midday both of the twins were drooping in a sheen of sweat, sand, scraps of plastic, and various fruit juices. 
	both their busts lopsided and sticky, and getting harder and harder to separate the two of them after each tussle. 
	“Round nine, Jiggle physics.” 
	“Oh babes, I got, are you kid?” Jun snickered and licked her lips, slapping her chest and groping along the muddled patches of sewage glued sand, spunk and grime, heaving them up high and then letting them drop, her cleavage dipped down past her crotch before they sprung up again, Jun keeping it going with a light bounce to have the gratuitous orbs of fatty plumpness juggle free with an air of weightlessness to the jelly filed airbags. 
	Gwan bit his lip and smacked his chest, trying to ease his muscles and soften his brawn as she jostled his chest, swaying and moaned as putty, though it laid constricted by the solid base of his pectorals, despite them being buffed out, so he couldn't make out his toes past them, they only came into a soft, sloping bob. 
	“Heck bro, really? I know you can do better than that. We’re off something having gotten that weak, bro.” 
	“Phoo, yeah, I'm just so tense and worked up.” 
	“Pff, your chest's got a boner,” Jun mused and walked up behind him, rubbing down his rear and grasping a tight clutch of his firm, supple ass. “I think I can he give ya a push,” she said and licked up along his cheek, prying down her bathing shorts and unsheathing her shaft, jerking it rigid in her grasp before aiming her meat rod right up her bro's crack. “Come on, I said, bounce,” she called out as she -Chhrrsltch- rammed her meat into his bowels, the thrust heaving him upwards, Gwan's chest recoiling with the motions and dipping low before rebounding and smacking into his jaw. “Mmfa, ooh heck you really are tense, pit’s tight like a nostril awmmfs, yeah work my cock,” 
	“Mmfmrshardeer, I'm fsm getting real swoosh,” he was smacked again by the slabs of jostling brawn, “feeling a hot bounce happening.” Jun's chest pancaked against Gwan’s back, jiggling while Gwan's chest swayed and jiggled in rhythm with Jun's thrusts. Gasping and groaning, their feet tangled as they heaved it all into the tight, shaking lust-fuelled embrace. The drone moved to have the two silhouetted against the mid day sun, catching the shadows of every droplet of sweat lobbed off their frames. -Stwwpmp- Tmwpt- -tmpsllssjh- Jun felt a tepid warmth consuming her shaft, shuddering as she slowed down the thrusts, and gnawed on her lip.” mfms, you were holding out on me before, huh?” She huffed, and pried her shaft free from his pit, his pucker warped in a broad circle fitting the circumference of Jun's mast, and as it withdrew congealed globules of auburn muck trickled and sloughed free from the gaping brim -Sllpgtsh- the mounds of raw dung sloughed along Jun's cock and dropped off in a growing pile in the sand, stacks of raw butt clay leisurely sloping forth, half processed manure or just battered and stirred soft by Jun's pounding collected in the mound, fat dunes of dung drooping along the sides of the hill as brown, greasy wax. Tendrils of auburn tinted colon fluids tethered Jun's cock to the yawning gape. Gwan doubled over, clutching his thighs and resting his chin on the buffed up pecs as muck and briny steam poured out of his ass, his tongue attempting to free itself from his maw with each heaving breath. 
	“Pahaa. Mrmffs.... amfms my ass really needing that.” 
	“I know, ditto, I fmmss, don't mind pegging you fully full again, got a bit of fresh lube now I wanna put to use.” 
	“So, was that it?” 
	Gwan and Jun turned to Rhyanwin.
	“Huh?” 
	“Huh?” 
	“You know, for the contest?” 
	“Oh yeah, we are still doing that,” Gwan huffed out. 
	“Well, the score is 6 to 3 for Jun.” 
	Hearing this she stepped up and grinned. “Rad, you really showed him ya nasty, phat, girls,” Jun huffed as she smooched each tit, holding them up at her face like champions. “So, do ya submit? You bend the kneed for my phat bust now, eh bro?” 
	“Your tits rock, but I'll never submit to them, melon head.” 
	“Ain't a matter,” Jun said and flung an arm around his shoulder, “cus ya still gotta submit to me,” she turned to the drone with a grin, “you depraved jerk offs better get ready for me abusing this victory hard.” 
	“Can't wait, gimmie all ya got,” Gwan huffed. 
	“Isn't that what you normally do?” asked  Rhyanwin.
	“Ain't gonna steal my thunder that easy, bud.” Jun proclaimed.
	Then the stream cut to black.