Lop dusted sand off his hands as he straightened up, checking his handiwork. The deckchair was set up, the cooler was in reach, the parasol was firmly stuck into the sand... everything was ready for a relaxing afternoon at the beach. The tall, tan-furred rabbit was also ready, wearing his sandals, sunglasses, and a one-piece black swimsuit that left only his hands, feet, and head uncovered, its material snug against his lanky body. He'd go for a swim in a little bit, but first he just wanted to relax after the drive over and taking some time to set up his spot.

With a satisfied sigh he sat down in the deckchair, stretching out his legs. The beach was far from empty, so in addition to the sound of the waves and seabirds, he could hear the indistinct babble of conversations all around him, and the occasional shout from someone playing elsewhere on the beach. Movement caught his eye and he saw a brightly-colored beach ball flying up into the air, only for a fox woman to jump up and spike it towards her feline friend, who dove and knocked it back up high. Both of them had only modest two-piece swimsuits on, and their movements were making their chests bounce, causing Lop to stare briefly until he tore his gaze away before the sight caused any problems.

Instead he looked over to where he saw a few beach-goers building a sandcastle. And quite a respectable one too, already three tiers high, as the musclebound pair of tiger sharks building it easily scooped up and lifted heavy buckets of wet sand. Both of them were only wearing swim trunks that showed off their burly bodies, and again Lop found himself staring, shifting and squirming in his seat on the deckchair. Crossing his legs to try and hide the swelling at his crotch, he turned his gaze elsewhere once more.

Yet it seemed to him that the entire beach was nothing but busty babes and burly beefcakes today, for everywhere he looked there were hunky guys not shy about showing off their muscles, and gorgeous women who collectively seemed to be wearing as little as they could get away with. Lop knew he was in trouble the moment he felt wetness around his loins from the pre starting to leak from his cock, and perhaps a bit too late, he lay back on the deckchair and instead stared up at the underside of his parasol.

His reprieve was brief, as about a minute passed before something light bumped against his legs, and he sat up to see what it was. It was a beach ball, and a leopard with cat's-eye sunglasses and an incredibly skimpy white swimsuit was hurrying over to him. "Sorry, cutie," she apologized in a teasing tone as approached, "I'll just take this and be out of your way."

"It's fine, go ahead..." he began, trailing off when she bent over to grab the beach ball, giving him a clear look down her cleavage. Standing back up, she turned around, and then he was treated to the sight of her smooth furry ass right in front of him for a moment, her tail almost brushing his face, before she hurried off to rejoin her friends with a spring in her step that made her bounce in all the right ways.

With a gulp, Lop lay back down on the deckchair again, his cock leaking more precum into his swimsuit. At least the material was completely waterproof so it wouldn't leave a stain that anyone else could see, but it did mean that gooey warmth was starting to pool up around the rabbit's balls, the feeling of which was only riling him up even more. He shifted and squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but the movement only made the problem worse as his legs and swimsuit rubbed against his cock.

Rolling onto his side, he reached for his cooler to fish out a drink, hoping that it might help him calm down a little. Despite his best attempt to not look at his surroundings, in the corner of his eye he saw an otter lady still dripping from a swim in the ocean whose tits were barely restrained by her swimsuit, and she was talking to a burly white mink wearing a speedo that left very little to the imagination. Lop fumbled with his can of soda as he tried to look away, feeling more precum spurting into his swimsuit, spreading the warmth across his loins.

Taking deep breaths, he kept his eyes closed as he sipped at his soda, but it felt like he was too late. The slick preseed still oozing steadily from his cock was quite snugly trapped within the tightness of his bodysuit, and with him lying down it was pooling around his rump and thighs. No matter how much he kept the other attractive guests at the beach out of his sight, he couldn't simply ignore the warmth of his own fluid, and as time went on it got worse. Despite the reasonably normal size of his endowments his productivity was anything but normal, and as precum leaked from him like a faucet and started running down his legs, it became far more apparent that he couldn't simply wait this out.

Draining the last of his soda, Lop started to stand up, and felt the copious quantity of pre in his suit slosh over his lower body, which only stimulated him more, his dick adding a heavy splurt to the mess. His suit was so snug that not a single drop of it had escaped, to the point that now he could see the legs of it were swollen out from what must have been several pints of fluid... and counting. It looked more like he was wearing snow pants than a swimsuit, and that definitely wasn't a good sign.

Resisting the urge to break out in a run that would attract attention, he instead set off at a brisk pace, leaving his stuff behind – though as he walked, his own pre sloshed and flowed around his legs and crotch, only causing him to produce even more of it. Figuring that if he could get out of the suit and maybe take a shower he could potentially get things back under control, he hurried off to the rows of changing tents and ducked into the first one he could find that was available, tugging the zipper closed.

Letting out a relieved sigh now that he was out of sight, the next problem was getting his suit off. He didn't think anyone had noticed him, even if the lower half of his swimsuit was suspiciously swollen and wobbling, but he still couldn't waste any time. Reaching back behind himself, he...

Where was the zipper slider? His fingers felt over his back, and though he could find the zipper itself, he couldn't quite locate the slider to undo it with. Every time he shifted or took a step at all, the warm gooey liquid inside his suit sloshed around, and his leaking cock added even more to it, the belly of his suit now starting to swell out as the fluid level rose higher. If he'd been leaking like a faucet earlier, now it was as though the faucet was actually open, with a constant flow of rabbit pre gushing into his suit.

Finally, his fingers found the slider on the zipper, and he fumbled to grab hold of the pull tab on it. Already he could feel his precum around his upper chest, and the moment he stopped holding his arms up it was going to flow into his sleeves. He was going to make such a mess of this tent when he unzipped, and then he'd have to hurry off to the showers without causing a scene, but that was nothing compared to what would happen if...

He tugged at the zipper, but it didn't budge.

Lop's eyes widened in panic as he pulled again, then gave a much harder yank, to no effect. Was it stuck or was he just pulling at it wrong? Squirming and repeatedly trying to pull down the slider, his motions only succeeded in causing the contents of his suit to slosh around even more, loudly enough to be readily audible. Not only that but he was accidentally grinding his cock up against the fabric of his swimsuit, making him fire off another bigger splurt that probably could have filled a bucket. Instead, it sent the fluid level higher, now straining at the seal around his neck, yet no matter how much he pulled and pushed and wiggled the zipper, it didn't move an inch.

What could he do now? Fretting as he fumbled with the zipper uselessly, he tried to consider his options, pacing about inside of the tent in a panic even though every step made his suit slosh noisily. After wasting time trying to think of other ways to get the zipper unstuck, he shook his head and made his way to the tent flap, struggling to keep his balance; his suit was bulged out enough to outdo heavy winter clothing at this point, with his hands, feet and head poking out almost comically.

There was no way anyone else wouldn't notice, and he was far too embarrassed to ask for help. He gave another few hopeful tugs at the zipper to no avail, and took a deep breath. He'd have to head for his car and drive home as quickly as he could; leaving his stuff behind would be necessary to avoid making a scene, but maybe he could return later. With his mind made up, Lop undid the zipper and pushed open the tent flap, struggling to get out since crouching down was an ordeal in and of itself.

"Having fun in there?" someone's voice teased.

Lop blinked as he emerged back into the sun, taking a step backwards when he saw that several people had gathered outside of his tent, at least three of whom had their phones out. "You were making a real racket in there!" a brightly-colored avian lady was commenting, admiring the sight of him.

"Do you think that's all cum?" one nearby canine whispered to her friend.

"I dunno, I think we'd have heard it if it was," the fox girl whispered back.

"So does that mean it's all pre?"

Other voices began to pipe up all around him. "What a sight!"

"Wish I could take him home."

"I want to see what's under that suit."

"Listen to it sloshing!"

Lop squirmed from all the attention on him, wanting to duck back into the tent, but then he'd just be trapped. He looked around for a way out, but the crowd around him was blocking him in, and it didn't help they were all beachgoers in skimpy clothing, now up close and personal. His cock throbbed again, and as he turned around he caused the fluid inside his suit to swirl again, flowing all around his body, especially his sensitive and throbbing cock that was just about ready to blow.

"I, I..." he began, looking between them for someone sympathetic, but everyone was giving him a lustful or interested gaze. So many of them, all staring so hungrily...

He took a waddling step, hoping they might make room for him, but it was the last straw as the gallons of pre inside his suit swirled around his body, sending him off-balance. He let out a groan and fell to his knees on the sand, except that doing so abruptly pushed the fluid around his legs back up into the main part of his suit, creating a hard gush that flowed right over his sack and cock, pushing him over the edge.

Even with all of the pre filling his suit, the first enormous blast of cum alone equaled about half of it, making his suit bloat outwards in all directions before it flowed downward to leave him on top of the bulbous swelling in the belly of his suit. The beachgoers nearby turned and fled out of the way as he shuddered and fired off a second shot that swelled his bodysuit even more, his arms and legs flailing helplessly at the air as he moaned out in orgasm, held several feet off the ground by the wobbling, sloshing, and jiggling cum-bulge in his suit.

The closest people to him were fleeing – though two were still using their phones to capture the sight – while many others were noticing what was happening. Not that they could really miss it as he moaned loudly, every successive burst of cum into his suit bulging and swelling it to even greater sizes, expanding in bursts each time his cock erupted. Lop was barely visible atop the enormous sphere of cum trapped in his suit, trapped 15 feet in the air, only rising up higher and higher as his climax went on.

The suit audibly began to struggle when he reached 20 feet up, the material creaking and groaning, yet somehow still refusing to spill even a drop. He could feel the intense pressure, yet was helpless to stop adding more to it, bucking his hips reflexively into the cum balloon he'd turned his suit into. The material stretched further, starting to turn transparent, giving a glimpse into the swirling white fluid within, the rabbit now 25 feet up in the air as he flailed about and continued to unload more and more jizz.

Amidst the straining creaks of the bodysuit, then there was an ominous snapping sound from right behind Lop, and he groaned out in response, shuddering heavily from another wave of pleasure of his continuing orgasm. The material of the suit itself was still holding, if barely, but the zipper was reaching its limit – and before he could even try to grip the fabric to stop it from ripping, the zipper burst open completely all the way down his back, and the force of the release tore the suit apart.

A flood of cum spilled out, carrying Lop and the remnants of his bodysuit with it, hundreds of gallons of rabbit seed pouring across the beach, all while his cock continued to fire off even more of it, propelling him even further. Submerged in his own cum as he was carried along, the veritable tidal wave washed him out into the water along with towels, parasols, beach balls, and a few guests who hadn't gotten out of the way in time, the surge of cum meeting the ocean water with a huge splash, turning it white.

A few moments later, Lop surfaced with a gasp, struggling to shed the tattered remnants of his bodysuit as he treaded water – or perhaps it was more accurate to say he was treading semen. So much for a relaxing day at the beach!
