It took Boony quite a while to recapture his lost breath. After his encounter on the beach, the only thing the wolf had energy enough to do was flop down on the sand and attempt to recover his strength. Ten beachgoing girls, drunk on his musk, had fed themselves willingly to his ravenous cock, and the raw experience of the event had left Boony completely and utterly drained. The cummified forms of the ten girls still filled his sloshing sack, and its tremendous girth pinned him to the earth in turn. With nothing better to do and his options for mobility still woefully few, Boony decided that his best course of action was to catch up on the sleep that his sudden feast had interrupted.  
 The prone wolf let his eyelids droop to a close and breathed deeply of the salty sea air. Or what he could still smell of it, at least. In truth, the entire beach now smelled only of sex and musk, emanating from the pool of precum surrounding little island of sand the tired wolf rested upon. Thankfully, the scent of his own arousal had never bothered Boony much. The overworked wolf let his muscles relax and rested peacefully, warmed by the gentle rays of the sun and serenaded by the sounds of waves crashing upon the shore.  
His breathing slowed and Boony lay upon the soft sand serenely, lost in a mid-afternoon reverie. 
 This all lasted for about three seconds before a cacophony of honking, slamming doors, and tires crunching on gravel jolted Boony back to his senses. He grumbled under his breath and blearily looked about to see what all the noise was about. What he saw made his eyes go wide and his whole body break out into a cold sweat. 
 The once-empty parking lot was quickly beginning to fill up with vehicles of all shapes, sizes, and makes. The stream of vehicles seemed endless. Rivers of red, blue, black, white, and every other color of metal and plastic imaginable were sweeping into the lot and coming to a stop inside of the first empty space they found. Boony blanched and his mouth went dry when he saw the huge bus pull up and begin to disgorge its load of swimsuit-clad passengers onto the hot gravel. He went completely white with fear when the second and third busses appeared and began to mimic the actions of the first. 
 The panicked wolf tried his best to make an escape before the oncoming flood of people could get close enough to be enraptured and enthralled by his thick musk. He wiggled and 

 
wormed his way out from under the overstuffed sack and tried with all of his might to escape, but it was to no avail. The combined weight produced by both of his titanic testes was just too much to swiftly shifted, and Boony was pinned in place and forced to watch while the newlyarrived crowd made their way down the dunes of the beach and into the miasma of musk he had inadvertently created.  
 The first to step into his aura of attraction stopped as if she had slammed into an invisible wall. He could just make out the woman’s nostrils flaring wildly as her head darted back and forth, searching for the source of the enticing aroma she had just stumbled upon. Finally locking her eyes onto Boony’s position, she dropped all plans of sunbathing and swimming and instead began to make her way over to the immobilized wolf and his tantalizing pink cock.  
As she advanced forward, others in the first wave of civilians were having similarly lusty reactions, and soon the whole crowd was making its way toward the stationary Boony with single-minded determination. The whole crowd minus one, that is.  
One overzealous man, having already donned his noseplugs and comically-oversized snorkel and goggles, was instead making a mad dash toward the waves, completely oblivious to the mass migration starting up in the crowd around him. 
 Boony gave another halfhearted attempt at escape, but it was just no good. Strain and struggle as hard as he might, his sloshing sack refused to budge and held him rooted firmly in place. The weight of ten girls worth of cum was just too much to be shifted by a single, alreadyspent wolf.  
Boony futilely redoubled his efforts as the first of the crowd reached the halfway point of her journey. His panic only grew greater with every step taken by the approaching mob. There was no way he could fit such a huge number of people into his cock! His balls were already stuffed beyond belief just from the girls he had consumed and melted earlier, and Boony felt as though his sack would burst if any more people were stuffed inside.  
 Unfortunately, the fervent beach-runners didn’t care a lick about what Boony thought. The only thoughts that filled their minds were of the massive pink cock and sloshing grey nuts ahead. The entire group all wanted to get a taste of the aromatic elixir gently leaking from his 

 
cocktip, and if they kept to their current course, they were all set to get far more than just a single taste of his creamy ball-batter.  
The sounds of countless feet pounding on the sand drowned out all other noises. The crowd of dick-worshiping men and women approached the end of their marathon. And then, in a flash, they were upon him. 
 Boony groaned as his body was jostled, shaken, and generally pushed around. He found himself being pressed up against the sweaty, swimsuit-clad forms of countless others. Countless hands snaked around his body, firmly gripped his dripping cock, and massaged his pliable sack.  
 Boony’s prick acquiesced to the demands of the thousand-hand assault and began to grow once more, rising from its resting place atop the wolf’s plush sack and bulking back up to its full, majestic length. The crowd ooh-ed and aah-ed as the massive erection finished its comeback and pointed skyward once more. A single glob of precum glistened at the tip for just a moment, shining and refracting the light of the beachside sun, before falling onto the crowd below. Those closest to the droplet of ambrosia went crazy, pushing and shoving their comrades out of the way to get to the taste of fragrant goo. Anyone who could reach this fresh glob of pre stuck their hands into it and slathered the goo across their bodies, basking in the scent of manhood emanating from the pearly slime. 
 Men and women lost in a haze of passion kneaded his fat cock and liberally applied sloppy kisses unto Boony’s package. A thousand greedy hands rubbed his cock and forced themselves deep into the giving flesh of his cum-filled balls, sloshing and stirring up their contents once more. With every new spurt of precum the crowd grew yet rowdier and drew in closer to the panicked wolf, occasionally nearly managing to smother him with their needy bodies. They clambered atop his balls and gripped tightly to the monolith of meat swaying in the air, causing Boony shut his eyes and groan in sexual pleasure. This impromptu massage went on for quite a time until, inevitably, one eager soul clambered atop his brethren and stuck a probing hand into the drooling, slightly-agape urethra at the tip of Boony’s cock. 
 Boony winced when the wriggling appendage entered into his drooling cock. He could feel each finger individually wiggling around in the embrace of the sensitive flesh inside his cock head. Every single, miniscule movement sent sparks of pleasure along his shaft, down to the tiny 

 
points of sharp pressure applied by each nail. The curious hand slipped further and further down into his shaft, and Boony tried his best to mentally prepare himself for what he knew was about to come. He could practically hear the wheels in the beachgoer’s head grinding as he pondered his current situation. If he could fit one hand into the drooling cavern before him, why not both. Why not his entire body, for that matter? Eager put this new hypothesis to the test, an entire human torso was deposited into Boony’s cock, and it in turn stretched out to hold its new meal.  
 Boony felt his cock clench, almost of its own volition, and the entire crowd stopped their incessant squabbling to watch the human-sized bulge with rapt attention as it traveled down the great length of the grey wolf’s shaft. A wave of hot pleasure flowed through Boony’s body when the first of his new series of cock-meals passed through the tight ring of muscle at the base of his dick and splashed down into the pool of bubbling cum held beneath. The closest of the hypnotized devotees pressed their hands and faces against the stretchy walls of his sac, trying to feel inside for the person who had been swallowed. These curious few were quickly buried in a tangle of limbs when the outer rings of the group surged forward, uncaring of the first meal’s status but eagerly anticipating receiving the same fate.  
 To his credit, Boony really did try his best to stop them. He scrunched his eyes closed, bared his fangs, balled his hands into fists, and steeled his loins with all the not-insignificant force he had at his disposal, and then some more than must have been gifted from the divines themselves. He flexed every muscle at his disposal and transformed his entire form to iron, turning his body into an impenetrable fortress. Boony even found himself growing rather menacingly as every fiber of his being strained and strove toward a single purpose. 
 Unfortunately for Boony, all of this incredible focus and resolve fell to pieces the moment the next person in queue to be consumed jammed both of her hands inside his tip. The final member of the first decad of girls he consumed had stretched his cockslit far too wide for any mortal means to hold it closed, and it hadn’t received enough time to recover naturally. The moment another person shoved her fists into his cock, his steel resolve disintegrated like a sandcastle in the waves. It just felt too. Damn. GOOD! To have his sensitive cock stretched out so far and to have his balls filled with yet more delicious, sloshing, creamy cum was truly the apex of pleasure.  

 
 With his new course decided, there was simply no looking back. He felt his current meal slip fully into the loving embrace of his meat, and he bucked his hips to help her along the journey. Every subtle movement from his meal contributed to the overwhelming feelings of sexual pressure and glorious stretching emanating from his throbbing dick. Another person slid in past the ring of muscle at the base of his cock and found a new home inside of his growing balls. And then another. And another. The stream of living fuck-toys entering his cock seemed nearly endless, and Boony accepted them all with grunts of effort and pants of pleasure.  
 The men and women of the beach still fought amongst themselves, ravenous in their urge to embrace their new positions in life as steaming cum, but Boony hardly paid them any mind. With each meaty slurp by his cock and wet slosh of his balls, he ascended ever higher and closer to cloud nine. Indeed, he was ascending not only mentally, but physically as well. 
 Soon after the feast was only just getting into gear, Boony’s balls had transformed from their rounded, ovoid forms into bulging and obtuse orbs. His soft flesh writhed and rippled with activity, and every inch of open space within his nuts was soon occupied with a live meal. Willing sacrifices to the majestic cock continued to fill his sack to the bursting point, and then went even further beyond. Boony’s trembling toes were shortly lifted off the soft surface of his crumpled towel and into the air by the steady stream of people entering his balls. His body now rested atop the grumbling and gurgling sack, cock still stiff and presented out front.  
The overstrained wolf could feel the sexual movements and rhythms of the newly eaten as they reveled in their newfound purpose. Those at the top pleasured themselves and those within reach as the digestion of those at the bottom made room for them to slowly sank deeper and deeper into the depths of his sack. Once they had pressed on far enough down to reach past the midway point, their bodies began to soften. Another fourth of the way down and they had begun to completely melt down and liquefy. By the time the bottom of his tremendous testicles had been reached, the former swimmers had been reduced to nothing more than bubbling wolf seed, ready to confer the same gooey fate onto to those still above. 
 While the still-colossal crowd began to climb up the sides of his growing balls, desperate to unite in orgasmic bliss with those within, another part of Boony began to enlarge as well.  

 
 Boony was most definitely not in any state to be observant of his surroundings, but had he been, he would have noticed his pink cock had begun to slowly increase in length and girth as it continued to steadily gulp down more and more people. Each throb was another bit of mass added on, and with every additional inch the hungry slit out in front loomed larger and wider. It was if his ravenous cock was perfectly in tune with the desires of its owner, and was growing even bigger so that it could become even more gluttonous in its feasting. Soon enough two people could fit themselves into the pre-cum gushing organ at once, and his crazed followers quickly noticed and took advantage of this new development. 
 The feast continued well into the afternoon, with Boony’s already massive package growing larger and larger with every meal. His thoroughly sweat soaked body was now stranded atop his colossal balls, far from the earth below. The incredible, never-ending sensations of his cock consuming more and more at once had reduced him to a quivering, panting mess, unable to do more that grip tightly onto his sack and slowly leak a pile of drool onto the warm flesh. His prick had grown to be longer and girthier than his body, but even its impressive progress could not hold a candle to the size of his sack.  
Fed with the forms of hundreds of musk-crazed men and women, the churning balls had grown to be larger than the busses the tourists had initially arrived in. Their soft forms spread across the sand and sloshed loudly with the weight of several tons of cum stewing and bubbling inside. The center of his pair glistened under the waterfall of precum gushing from his gaping cockhead, and with every passing moment their tremendous girth encroached further into the pool of thick pre-cum that had collected on the beach below.  
 By the time the sun had reached down to caress the horizon, only a handful of solid people remained on the beach. They fervently climbed the gurgling monoliths before them, completely undeterred when they inevitably slipped off to land in the warm and goopy pool below. Slowly but surely, each of the final pilgrims tried and retried until they completed their ascent to the top and fed themselves into the shaft waiting at the apex. They hardly even noticed the whining and moaning wolf at the other end of the pillowy platform they stood upon. 
 At last, the final remaining musk-hypnotized woman stood face-to-face with Boony’s cockhead. She reached out a slime-coated hand and caressed the stretched urethra and paused for a moment. Perhaps she was considering the finality of what was about to happen. The entire 

 
population of the beach had been fed to a single wolf’s colossal erection, all of them so eager to slip down inside and be gurgled up into nothing more than another few gallons of wolf-jizz. Perhaps this was what she considered in that singular moment, but more than likely she was just licking up the pre-cum from her fingers and taking another deep, intoxicating breath of the musk that surrounded and permeated her absolutely. With no fanfare at all, she slipped into the waiting dick and was slurped down into the groaning sack, finally reunited with everyone else who had come to visit the beach on this lovely Saturday morning.  
The massive, overstuffed sack gurgled and burbled loudly, as if to announce its satisfaction to the remaining crowd of none. 
 At last, Boony’s sexual ordeal was finally complete. Each and every one of the visitors that had been enticed in by his cock had been swallowed up and churned down. Now, the only task left before him was releasing them all back into the world. 
 Pushing himself upright with arms shaking as though made of gelatin, Boony rose to a kneeling position atop his balls and prepared for the biggest cumshot the planet had ever seen. All it took was a single touch upon the base of his massive cock, and the dam was broken.  
Boony screamed as his monumental feast rushed back up his shaft and spurted out into the cool evening air. 
 The entire, insurmountable mountain that was his sack clenched in orgasmic pleasure, and the waves of cum created within would have been enough to capsize even the hardiest of sailors. The reverse waterfall of gooey ball-batter made its way up his shaft, once more stretching it to its absolute limits. Boony would have cried out in pain had it not felt so wonderfully, gloriously pleasurable.  
 With the all the force of a raging tsunami, Boony’s orgasm erupted from his cock and rained down upon the empty beach below. It came not in spurts and gouts, but as a relentless and furious torrent. Glistening white seed flew high into the air and landed heavily upon the shore below. Palm trees were coated in the sticky substance, and the sandy terrain was lost beneath layer after layer of thick, creamy ejaculate. The only sounds that could be heard for a mile around were the deafening glorps and glops of jizz flowing through Boony’s balls and cock, and the subsequent earth-shaking thumps produced by the ropes of cum impacting the earth. 

 
 His orgasm continued for hours, until only the barest sliver of the sun could still be spotted over the horizon. His industrious balls pumped tirelessly, decreasing in size as steadily as they had grown and working hand-in-hand with his cock to paint the entire beach white with Boony’s goo.  
 Boony himself was unable to do anything other than lay atop his gently-deflating balls and writhe in absolute pleasure. Time had lost all meaning as the monumental orgasm pounded his body relentlessly. The only sensation he was capable of experiencing in that moment was bliss, and he was lost deep in its tight hold until his cock, at last, tossed out one last spurt of semen and began to grow soft for the first time in hours. 
 With that final spurt his balls were finally back to their large but infinitely more manageable sizes, at last emptied of their overwhelming burden. Boony finally came down from the high of his infinite orgasm and at last could create thoughts once more, albeit not very coherent ones. The thoroughly-drained wolf collapsed onto his sweat-soaked back and stared up into the clear night sky with his bleary eyes.  
Though his cock had shrunken back down into its flaccid form, it was still significantly larger than before its incredibly feast. The lightly oozing tip hung now reached down below Boony’s feet, and his delirious mind pondered where he could purchase pants with three legs. 
This was Boony’s last coherent thought before the superhuman toll the day had taken upon his body finally caught up, and the overexerted wolf instantly fell into the deepest, most restful slumber of his entire life.  
The beach was once again serene and peaceful, the only sounds being the gentle sloshing of the lake of pearly wolf-cum and the steady snores emanating from the very contented Boony slumbering atop his towel on the tiny isle of sand. 
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 Out in the ocean, just beyond of reach of the steaming pools of cum beginning to intermingle with the seawater, the man with the noseplugs and goggles emerged from the depths. He was extremely pleased with himself, having finally outdone his record (and probably the world record) for time spent holding one’s breath. His glowing pride was only slightly dampened 

 
by the appearance of the beach before him. Mountains of white covered the sand, and he wondered if he had perhaps missed the tropical snowstorm of the century.  
 Shrugging his shoulders, the man dove down once more, eager to try for another record.