The Continuing Adventures of Pumping Molly: Episode Beach
by tannim
January 25, 2012

	Molly tugged her swim suit It was too tight between her legs.  She was fresh from vacuum pumping, having finished not ten minutes ago, and her pubic mound and labia were still fuller than her usual enormous size.  Even the oil still lubricating her sensitive sex flesh didn't help make the fabric of her one piece suit any more comfortable.

	"Oh, you just take up too much space for this suit." Molly crossed her arms in a huff.  The fabric bulged while perfectly outlining her vulva.  She was actually amazed it hadn't torn yet with how much it stretched.  The top of it had even pulled down to nearly her flat chest from her neck to make space. "Hehe, too bad I can't..."

	The six year old bear tugged at the neckline near her chest.  It could work.  She ignored Rebecca calling to her from outside the changing room and hurried to take the swimsuit completely down to her ankles again.

	Molly stood in front of the changing bench and bent to pull her large and slippery cunt mound up onto it.  She had plenty of excess flesh to flex, but that same extra mass weighed quite a lot.  Her arms just weren't strong enough to haul it up with such a poor grip.  The girl grunted as her sex splatted back onto the floor, then took her swim suit completely off to try again.

	"Molly? Is everything alright in there?" Becky's voice came through again, a bit concerned.

	"Fine, Mommy! I'm just trying something." Molly called back, minorly annoyed by how impatient adults could be.

	Her mom said something back, but Molly just went back to what she was doing.  She leaned back to drape her swim suit over the back of her cunny, then bent down to hug both arms around herself.  After a quick feel around her sex, she found one end of her suit with her left hand, then the other with her right.  It was awkward being bent so far but the suit had enough give to let her straighten up, still holding it, and try for the bench again.

	Tugging her mound up was much easier with the suit to help.  Her upward pull went around her puffy pussy to push from the back rather than struggling to grip her thick inner lips and tugging from the front.  It was still a bit of work, at first, but once she had it up to her knees it flexed much easier up higher still until she could set it on the bench.

	Molly rubbed at it, loving her soft wet feminine folds when they weren't inconvenient.  Having her sex in front of her like that made her feel funny, there was considerable strain on her backside.  It didn't hurt, it actually felt kind of good, but it was weird.  She wasn't used to seeing so much of it at once.  If her idea worked, she'd be feeling even funnier.

	With her cunny firmly held up by the bench, she awkwardly bent around it to the right to slip her leg back through the suit.  Leaning left she stretched it to her other foot until her left foot slid into its hole too.  Molly pulled it up to her knees, then up to her groin.  She stayed bent to slip both arms through the arm holes before scooting her cunt as far up the bench as she could and pressing her chest tightly to it.

	The little bear's swollen mound squished under her with her weight against it and spread out a bit longer.  As it did, she tugged the suit up her front, having to grab the neckline and pull while rocking when it resisted her.  Her suit tightened along her back and along her front, but it slowly came up higher.

	When the swimsuit wouldn't go any higher, she lifted both arms to force the straps over her shoulders.  There was a little discomfort, but nothing like she felt before and the suit was holding her fine.  Molly carefully stood up, then looked at herself in the mirror.

	She couldn't resist giggling. "Wow, it worked!"

	Molly's swimsuit only went up to her belly button, the neckline wouldn't stretch any higher up, but it held her massive mound up against her chest.  Her inner labia squished tightly together, but bunched up between her wider outer lips to make a nice thick crevice that ran from the suit all the way up and around to her neck.  Molly could feel her clit rubbing the fur just under her neck where that crevice ended.  Tilting her head fully down, the girl laughed happily when she pressed her nose against it.

	With her cunny hanging half out of her swim suit, there was a lot more room in it for the rest of her.  It didn't look too bad, either.  The way her outer lips hid her shoulders and the different color of the inner flesh compared to the outer reminded her of a rich vulture's feathered chest crest.

	Molly posed in front of the mirror, feeling pleased, then tugged her mound a bit to settle it against her chest better.  The sensitive flesh dragging against the suit's neckline drew a pleased gasp, but she ignored the fun tickle.  Her mommy would probably barge in if she didn't go.

	Becky had her hand on the handle when it finally opened.  "It's about time, young lady.  Just what have you been doing?" The woman's eyes ran over daughter without fully understanding what she was seeing at first. "What IS that on your chest?"

	"My swimsuit was too tight and you wouldn't buy me a bigger one." Molly ignored her mom's statement that they didn't make them that size. "So I pulled my cunny up, it was really hard, and..." The girl demonstrated by bending over and tugging at the air. "... pulled until it was right up to my chest.  It fits much better now!"

	"Yes, I bet it does now that it's not holding so much." Her mom crossed her arms for a moment, then smiled. "That's very clever, Molly... I'm not sure we'll ever be allowed at the beach ever again, but very clever."

	All around them, people were staring at the six year old's odd looking chest.  Their eyes told them one thing, but their minds rejected it as obviously impossible.  There was no way that sweet smiling happy bear girl could have a giant vulva for a torso.  The fact that she was bare chested wasn't a problem.  Many of the young girls were, they had nothing to hide anyway up there.  The one boy who knew Molly stared with mouth wide open.

	"Heehee, What do you think, Kit?" She posed in the swimsuit until her mother nudged her.

	"Don't do that, Molly.  Just behave and lets just have a normal day at the beach." Rebecca sighed, she didn't have enough suntan lotion. "Here, wear this hat, while I go get more cream.  Maybe it'll keep the sun from burning you down... up... there."

	Molly bent down to pick something up from the sand without really paying attention.  When she stood up again, she had two pretty gold bracelets, one on each wrist.  The girl jumped happily at the find, then reached up to adjust the wide sun hat Rebecca had put on her head.

	Kit hurried up to her while her mom left. "Wow, Molly.  That's... some outfit.  Ummm, wow.  Well, I guess you don't need the suntan lotion for now.  That hat really does shade your mound pretty well."

	"I guess so... Can I keep these?" She swung her arms about in front of her to show off the bracelets, then grabbed his hand when he said sure.  "Yay!  Come on, Kit, let's go make a sand castle!"

	Being around the girl was quite distracting for the young teen, but Kit managed to keep his erection mostly hidden in his own swim trunks.  For once he was glad they were rather baggy and loose.  Molly didn't seem at all concerned that she was flashing her genitals at pretty much everybody around them.  What was weird was that nobody seemed to be upset about it.  Every time he looked around somebody was staring with a dazed and confused expression on their faces.

	Even while they dug sand and the little girl was bent over on all fours, they didn't seem to mind.  They had a clear view of how thick her front was and the weird bulging along her swimsuit, but they still had the dazed look.  Kit wondered what would happen if he bared his dick at them, then quickly thought against it when a boy ran by naked and received yells from all around.  Better to just go with it.

	Molly grew bored when the castle fell down.  Sand wasn't much fun to build with for long, though it was fun stomping on it to flatten it back into the beach.  She made Kit jump on it with her, hand in hand.  Also fun was the way her protruding mass of pussy flesh bounced in time to their jumps.

	It bumped against her chest, slapping up over her flat nipples on her way down then flexing downward on her way up after impact.  Molly's clit tingled at each light impact and she jumped more enthusiastically.  Over and over she jumped, and he jumped, and her pussy made her feel good.  The oil covering her mound made each lips slide together with each minor twist and bend of her body, too.

	It really felt good, but her legs grew tired far too quickly.  Before she stopped though, she couldn't help but notice Kit's stiffy bouncing in his trunks.  Having seen it plenty of times, she hoped she'd given it to him again.

	"Your thingy is hard, Kit.  Can I play with it?" Molly shrugged when he shook his head desperately no. "Aw, ok.  Lets go swimming!"

	Her babysitter had no real choice as she took off running.  "Alright, just wait up!"

	Kit watched her run right into a large wave.  It was quite an effort not to laugh as she was bowled over onto her back in the sand facing up with the hat over her muzzle.  He set her hat on his head while helping the girl up.  She didn't seem upset at losing it as they waded into the calmer lapping waves that followed the bigger one.  Molly spit sea water out, frowning at the taste, then laughed and clung to her friend.

	Sand washed off her back side easily as Molly stood knee deep next to Kit.  Her small legs made it seem much deeper for her.  Even when she waded out to chest deep, it was only up to Kit's waist.  That made it easier for him to keep track of her, as well as gave him a good view of her rear when she swam ahead.  At least, she tried to swim.

	Molly's pussy mound caused her chest to be a bit more buoyant than she was used to, and there was a lot of resistance from the water pushing against her cleft.  The waves pushed her up while they flowed over and under her and she found herself going backward toward the shore rather than away from it.  She squealed when she suddenly flipped over onto her side in the water after hitting a small wave side on.

	Kit hurried to help her upright again while she spluttered his name out. "Hey,  careful there, Molly.  You don't want to swim on your side like..." He trailed off at the look she gave him, it was very similar to the one her mom used when Baloo was being an idiot again. "Oh, errr... I guess you didn't really want to, did you?"

	"No!" She huffed, then tried again.

	Molly had been in the water before.  Swimming was nothing new for her.  She just couldn't get balanced right.  It was her pussy, she knew, but it had been such a good idea at the time the little bear just didn't want to admit it while struggling to stay in position against the waves.

	The water pushing against her sex directly did feel good.  Some of it seeped between her bunched folds to feel very nice sloshing about deeper down.  Rather like how Kit or Wildcat left her feeling after they shot their stuff into her, only a lot more of it at once in there.  She didn't feel at all worried about the cleanliness of the water or the high salt content.

	"You're paddling a little better now." Kit caught her around her sides just as she tilted again and straightened her out. "Um, I think your new bathing suit might be the problem.  It leaves a lot of you sticking out, doesn't it?"

	Molly stopped swimming and let herself roll over fully onto her back.  Even that felt different than usual.  Her cunny's mass made her tilt onto her side at even the slightest wave.  Each time it was the same side, too.

	The six year old straightened up in the water, the only way she stayed level. "Kit? Can you adjust me so I don't keep tilting?"

	"Sure! I mean, yeah, ok." Kit groped her almost as soon as she'd finished asking.

	Having watched her tilting to the left each time, he knew she needed a bit more weight on the right or the middle.  That adjustment meant he got to play with her soft girlish folds.  Just one of those unmentioned perks of being her baby sitter he thought.

	Molly watched him work.  She felt it too.  Kit's fingers dug into the crease of her pussy lips, pushing and squeezing the slick flesh.  Her suit deformed a bit more to make room for him as well as to shift around the side of her mound when he inched it over a bit.

	Kit was glad he was still standing on the ground in the chest deep water while positioning her over pumped cunny.  It was hard to stay in place and harder to shove the already tightly bunched pussy around without tugging the suit down to try again.  He could feel Molly kicking violently with her legs to try to help but it wasn't really very effective.

	She waved beyond his shoulders and he looked over his head to see Rebecca wading out to them.  The boy considered pulling his hands out, but it would have been impossible for Miss Cunningham to not see what he'd been doing already.  It wasn't like she didn't know, anyway.  He'd been with her daughter several times, helping to pump her in more ways than one... with her permission.

	"There you are.  Kit, take her back to... No, I guess it's better to do it out here.  Less people watching." Becky could see Molly was plenty willing.  "You know you're not supposed to do that in public, Kit."

	"I'm not doing THAT!" He did flush at that insinuation. "I'm just adjusting her in the suit so she floats better.  She had too much, er, mass, I guess, on the left and couldn't stay upright.  Could you hold her shoulders?"

	Miss Cunningham laughed as she did as asked. "Well, it sure LOOKED like you were.  I'm just glad nobody was watching."

	Kit dug around in Molly's bathing suit in front of her, taking a bit more time than the mother bear thought was needed, but with how happy her little girl looked at the touching, she couldn't fault him too much.  When he finished, her vulva was parted a bit more evenly in the center.  Her suit was a bit tighter on one side, looser on the other, and Molly found herself floating better.

	"Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Kit." The little girl leaned forward and kicked.  All the pussy mass still slowed her down, but she didn't roll over when a wave hit her.  There was a new problem, though.  After a minute or two of swimming forward, Molly felt really heavy and sank lower in the water even with the plush buoyant vaginal mound. "I wanna go back to shore.  I feel funny..."

	"Alright, sweety, lets go back in."

	Kit wrapped his arms around Molly's waist "You're sinking! Here, I'll hold you up."

	It took a bit of effort to get the girl to the beach again as they'd drifted out a fair distance while swimming.  Molly grew heavier as they went and by the time they were back, both kit and her mother had realized why.  Her massive mound had let a lot of water spill into it.

	When they had her out, they could see the droop of her swim suit between and in front of her legs.  Water sloshed out of her spread inner lips, showing two confused fish peeking out at them.  Rebecca shoved a hand in after them but the fish just dove down into the tight bottom of her compressed mound.

	"I don't think that'll work, Miss Cunningham.  We're going to have to either take her suit off or turn her upside down to pour the water out.  Umm... and the fish too, I guess." Kit scratched his head and set Molly's hat back on her smaller head when he noticed it again.

	Molly just stared down into her pussy.  The fish tickled, a lot.  Her mom's hand did too, in a very fun way.  Together they had the six year old hopping from one foot to the other as though she had to pee very badly.  That happy tingle of pleasure just started, before her mom gave up.

	"Fine, you're right.  Come on.  Hold still, Molly, we're going to lift you up and get those nasty fish out of there!" Becky ignored her daughter's halfhearted complaint and didn't even notice when the girl asked her to wait a bit longer.

	Both Kit and Rebecca picked her up and together they turned the semi-unwilling girl upside down.  Seawater trickled out of her bunched up sex, but the fish didn't come out.  There was a lot of sloshing inside and it took several seconds before the older bears thought to hold her at a slightly less extreme angle.

	Kit pushed a hand under her mound to her flat chest to hold her up, then dug a hand down her folds.  Becky couldn't see what he was doing, but she could see Molly's thighs tighten around her cunny.  Her daughter generally only did that when masturbating or with a lover.

	"Kit... You're going to have to make her cum, I think." She looked around as she said it, aware of many eyes on them. "Just PLEASE do it quickly."

	"OK Miss Cunningham!" The young teen moved under Molly more fully while still scrounging around in her sex.

	He pressed his muzzle into the wide cleft and Molly let out a sharp gasp at his muzzle clenching around her large clitoris.  Kit made a face at the sea salty flavor of it, but was still happy to do it.  A short lifetime of pumping had made it grow nearly as big as long as a baby carrot and there was plenty of room for him to bob his head up and down it.  The happy giggle that came from the girl made both mother and boy happy too.

	Kit felt the fish inside as pleasured her, up to his elbow in her pussy.  They squirmed against his touch but couldn't get any deeper with the suit as well as her clenching thighs constricting too tightly there.  Spreading them with his hand let out more water.

	Becky ignored the crowd gathering.  They still looked a bit dazed by the motion of Kit's head and the thrusting of his arm couldn't be ignored as much as the giant vaginal mound drooping from her chest.  She told the boy to hurry again and felt a hint of pride that Molly came almost as soon as she said it.

	Her daughter's whole body twitched in her grasp from blissful muscle spasms.  Natural fluids leaked from her sex over Kit and with them, a torrent of sea water flood out over him.  His arm holding her cunny open and her legs spread wide in orgasm finally let it all out.  Nearly two gallons drenched him, with the two fish splatting onto his face and chest before hitting the beach with the rest.

	Kit fell heavily onto his butt under her, spluttering and wiping his eyes.  "Wow, she really WAS holding a lot!"

	"Hee hee, thank you Kit... That felt really nice." Molly giggled from where her mother gentle shook her up and down.

	The last few dregs of seawater splattered out and Becky set the girl onto her feet again.  Molly hugged Kit and he hugged back.  The crowd let out an aw, followed by some of them clapping.  Those who let themselves see her enormous pussy squished against Kit's side in the hug, had quite broad smiles.

	Miss Cunningham sighed in relief. "Phew... looks like we won't get kicked out." After helping Kit up she placed a hand on each of their backs. "Why don't we get some ice cream before we go home?"

	"Ice cream, Yay!" Molly grabbed her mom's hand as they went in search of the ice cream stand.

	Kit wiped his face off as they went.  He was soaked with her pussy juice and a fair bit of sea water.  Despite being at the beach, people looked at him for being so wet.  They'd all watched him pleasuring Molly, even if her sex was up at her chest at the time.  The males had somewhat jealous smirks on their faces.  The females just seemed unsure what to think.  The kids were too busy playing in the sand or running around to care.  It all made the boy feel somewhat proud to have all the attention.

	Molly let go of their hands when she saw the cart trundling along the sand.  The rabbit pushing it was overweight and old, but he seemed happy to see her.  She clung to the side of the cart, walking with it and asking if she could have a cone.

	He peered through his glasses at Molly while she clung onto the side. "Well, hello kids, one at a time, please."

	The little bear looked around, she was the only one there. "Huh?"

	Leaning closer, the man scratched his head. "Sorry, thought there were two of you young lady.  Err... what is on your chest?"

	"Hehe, it's my pussy, sir!  Can I have ice cream now?"

	"Oh, that's nice.  What flavor do you want?" He dug out the scoop and went to work digging deep into his cart to scrape out the three flavors Molly called out.  Vanilla, Butter Pecan, and Strawberry didn't seem to go together too well, but that wasn't his problem.  That she probably didn't have any money wasn't either.  He was used to kids running ahead of their parents and he smiled at Becky when she leaned against the cart panting as she and kit caught up. "That'll be forty cents, miss."

	"Price went up again, I see." Becky handed it over and watched her daughter happily lick at the top scoop.  She'd just put her purse away when Molly yelled and ran around wildly. "Molly, What is it?!  Kit STOP LAUGHING!"

	"Ha ha ha, I... ha! I can't!" Kit gasped, tears building in his eyes while his chest heaved.  It was a few seconds with Molly dancing near the cart frantically before he could gasp out what happened in one quick sentence. "Molly... Molly... HE! Molly licked her ice cream to hard... it fell down her chest!"

	"That's IT? But why is that so funny?" Miss Cunningham turned back to look and realization dawned on her.  "It slid down THERE?!"

	Molly ran away slapping at her swim suit between her legs.  Her pussy was FREEZING down there!  She couldn't get at it though, there was just too much fabric and flesh in the way.  A glance at Kit laughing made her frown in annoyance and even her Mom could barely conceal her laughter.  There were some in the crowd around them also laughing.  The only one who seemed somewhat oblivious was the chubby old rabbit who'd given it to her in the first place.

	Running over to him, Molly grabbed his hand. "Mr. Ice cream man? Can you please help me?  I dropped my ice cream but I can't reach it!"

	"Well, sure, little girl, where is... oof! Hey, easy there." He frowned at the funny feeling of Molly's pussy.  It was wonderfully soft, fleshy, and very moist, not something he was used to touching on the beach.  The young bear's words finally rattled through his mind after he was elbow deep. "It really IS your pussy?  I must say, you're a big girl."

	Leaning down further let him push his arm deeper and Molly gasped when he got to the ice cream melting down there.  The rabbit had to push his hand around the curve where her cunny was pulled up and it just slid a bit deeper still.  His face pressed against her shoulder while groping inside.

	Rebecca and Kit both watched mutely in shock while the stranger explored her.  He pulled out a glob of ice cream, tossed it to the ground, and stuffed his hand right back in and still the two bears didn't intervene.  Molly danced less frantically with his attention but she didn't know what else to do but wait for the old man to work.

	Another glob was pulled out, then another.  The heat of her groin had melted the stuff and when he grabbed it in that tight space it spread apart each time.  Only after six small globs came out did he pull away and absentmindedly licked his fingers clean.

	"Well, I think that's got her, my dear.  How's that feel?"

	"That feels much better!  Not so cold now." Molly shivered before rubbing her swollen vaginal lips together. "I'm Really sticky."

	Rebecca finally hurried over to grab her daughter's hand. "Er, thank you, sir.  My daughter really needs to go get cleaned up now.  I'm sure it's about time we headed home too."

	"Aw, do we have to?" Molly tugged her hand away and hugged around the ice cream man's waist, nuzzling her muzzle into his groin before looking up at him. "Thank you for helping me.  I gotta go now, bye!"

	The rabbit stared down at her, smiling. "Happy to help.  Er, could you just rub there again?  No, no, never mind.  You are a pretty little thing, though.  Such an exotic sight indeed." He couldn't resist patting her head, then reaching lower and patting her soft protruding pussy mound right over her clit. "You have a good day now. "

	Molly giggled at the bulge in his pants and gave him the nuzzle he'd asked for.  Even without looking she knew her mom would be upset about it so she did it again before hurrying over to catch both Rebecca's hand and Kit's.  They left the ice cream man happy and stiff quickly.

	Rebecca set a quick pace and both kids had to hurry to keep up.  As they went, Molly noticed that walking with her cunny pulled and bound up so high was weird.  Her legs could close almost to that of a normal girl instead of having to waddle around.  She wasn't sure she liked it.

	The sand rubbing against her pussy on the way to the dressing room earlier had felt good, through her clothes and the familiar swing of her over pumped sex left her feeling "off".  She missed the comforting presence of it rubbing against her thighs with each step, too.  Still, it was kind of fun to have her cunny up on her chest.

	Petting it was much easier and she could freely lean her muzzle down to kiss her pleasure button.  Molly stumbled as she did just that, leaning down to lick some ice cream from her clit hood.  Kit had to catch her before she fell.  Her mom finally sighed and slowed down.  When Molly looked up, the woman's cheek fur was bright red from embarrassment.

	Becky crouched next to her suddenly. "Please don't do that in public, Molly."

	"I was just cleaning so..."

	"I know he helped you, but you shouldn't touch strangers like that.  It's not safe," Rebecca pat her daughter's pussy, not even noticing that Molly had licked herself in front of everyone. "Even if he did touch you down here."

	"Huh?" The girl scratched her head until she realized what her mom was talking about. "Ok..."

	"Good girl.  Come on, you can change in the car, lets get you home and cleaned up.  I don't like that the fish were in there too.  Going to have to use the kitchen sprayer again to get in nice and deep."

	"Hehe, YAY!" Molly slipped free again, but Kit caught her hand before she could run more than a step.

	"Hey, no running. Time to go home.  What did she mean by the sprayer?"

	"When I get dirty down there it's hard to clean out.  Mommy adds some soap and sprays the water in.  It's lots and lots of fun.  The water tickles." Molly looked down at her cunny as though thinking of something. "Mommy? Can I wear it like this at home sometimes?"

	"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt.  Maybe I can adjust a bra to hold it." Miss Cunningham looked doubtfully at the straining swimwear. "but I think we may have to use something like your bathing suit there.  A bra strap probably wouldn't take the pressure."

	"Plane Jane's underwear might work." Kit laughed. "They have to hold so much already!"

	Becky opened the door for Kit to help her daughter climb in before heading off. "It's not polite to make fun of people's weight, Kit." In the driver's seat, Miss Cunningham fumbled with her own one piece swim suit until she exposed the nozzle to the vaginal vacuum cup that she'd worn the whole time.    The pump slipped free of the glove compartment and she snapped the attached hose nozzle into the cup's connector. "Alright, let's go home.  Molly's cup is in the trunk, right?"

	"Yes, Miss Cunningham, and her clothes."

	A few pumps, a groan, and she smiled as they pulled away.  Kit climbed into the front passenger seat and took over the hand pump.  Air hissed out with the suction and he knew that her own cunt was swelling inside.

	It had been a fun day and he knew it'd be just as fun a night.  He couldn't wait to see the sprayer or to help both mother and daughter relax afterward.  Baloo didn't know what he was missing.
