The Misadventures of Pettie the Pelican: Beach Day
aka "Diving is a very fulfilling hobby"
 
  Pettie rose from bed bright and early eager to start the day. She was meeting her friend Misha, a black cat morph, for a day of fun and relaxation at the beach. After the cosmic event that transformed the world, cities found they needed to accomodate a lot more biological needs. Various biomes, commonly referred to as "bubbles" due to their domed structure, were established throughout the city. One such bubble was a stones throw away from Pettie's apartment and happened to be one of her favorite spots, so she wasted no time getting ready. She assembled her things in a duffel bag this time, knowing she couldn't fit *everything* in her beak, though she did have to resist the urge to sneak some of the smaller items in there. Lastly, she put on a loose fitting, oversized t-shirt to cover herself. It draped delicately between her breasts, accentuating their curvature and providing little resistance as she moved around. They jostled gently with each step as she grabbed a thin belt and tied it around her waist to finish her ensemble. She did a final check in the mirror with a cutesy pose, briefly admiring her long shapely legs barely covered by her shirt. She grabbed some snacks and headed out the door.
 
  Pettie arrived at the beach dome, there were no lines to get in due to her early arrival, she purchased an entry ticket and walked inside eagerly looking for her friend. She spoted a fuzzy black ball perched on a low wall near the sand and knew immediately who it was.
 
"Misha!" Pettie exclaimed excitedly as she ran over, her breasts swinging from side to side with reckless abandon. A single ear perked up from the black ball and it gradually began to unwind. Misha let out a big yawn as she stretched out.
 
"I don't know how you always manage to get me out so early, you know I'm nocturnal," she mumbled through her yawn as she stretched, her wide hips and lush ass stretching skyward. She arched her back as she stood up, revealing her one piece swimsuit held tight to her perky breasts and her small, yet pudgy belly. She was wearing a shawl around her waist as well as a sunhat that was currently hanging on her backside. She glanced at Pettie's eager expression and immediately felt her exhaustion melting away. Now she remembered how Pettie was able to convince her to do this.
 
"Let's go grab a spot close to the water before everyone else gets here!" Pettie said quickly, grabbing Misha's hand and pulling her along.
 
They settled down in a spot with maximum sun, unloading their things and laying out their towels. Once settled, Pettie unbuckled her belt and pulled her shirt off from the bottom, revealing a stunning red bikini that was probably one size too small. Her arms passed over her breasts, lifting them up slightly before dropping them again, causing them to shift out of place as they bounced, a significant amount of underboob sliding out. After removing her shirt, she reached into her top to readjust her breasts, squeezing and squishing them tenderly until they formed a large valley of cleavage. Misha stopped what she was doing involuntarily, enamored by the display.
 
"Daaaamn girl, looking good" she whistled, "where did you get that?" she said, gesturing towards her chest.
 
Pettie blushed, "oh, you know, it's just some ol' thing I found at a local thrift shop...I guess I was feeling a little bold when I bought it" she said, rubbing the back of her head.
 
Misha walked over and gave her a bear hug, her face nestling into Pettie's cleavage due to their difference in height, "with us two looking like this, we're gonna be the main attraction today!" she said, with stars in her eyes. "Just imagine all the dick we're gonna get."
 
"Oh Misha, you always have your priorities straight" Pettie giggled, "You know I'm just here to swim and relax. Although I guess it has been a little while for me." She stuck out her tongue as if to tease Misha.
 
Misha and Pettie continued to converse as they relaxed, a gentle breeze rolling over them. As time went on, the beach became progressively more crowded and after an hour it was completely full. Passersby couldn't help but gawk at the beautiful girls as they chatted, Misha catching the stares of everyone with a devious smirk while Pettie remained blissfully unaware. Before long, the two heard a loud clamoring as though a large group of people was approaching them. Misha glanced over, to see what was going on.
 
"Ugh, here we go...watch out, Pettie, we've got some chovies on the horizon," Misha sighed as the large group seemed to circle them. The group was entirely composed of anchovie morphs each about the size of an action figure. Anchovie morphs were fairly timid on their own, but their intelligence and inhibition seemed to fade relative to how large their group was; a large group of them was basically a frat house on steroids. Their group behavior was so infamous that they were commonly referred to as "Chovies" by outsiders. Misha had had a few encounters with these goons and was just mildly irritated by their presence, but Pettie was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of the group.
 
"Woah-ho-ho guys, check out the hotties we got here," said one of the larger chovies as the group encircled them. His statement was followed with whistles and catcalls from the crowd. "You look like you've got plenty of ass for all of us" he said as he pulled his sunglasses down and bit his lower lip, eyeing both of them. Pettie covered herself with her arms and looked away, blushing. Misha noticed this, and dialed up the sass.
 
"Psssh, like any of you could handle this, I've seen worms less flacid than you. Besides, don't you know we're your natural predators? I skipped breakfast today, so if I were you I'd be shaking in terror right now," she said as she stood up and walked towards the loud mouth.
 
"Ooh I like my ladies spicy, I call dibs on you," he winked and grabbed his crotch. "The titty monster over there should be able to accomodate the rest of my crew, she looks like she gets around." Misha bristled at this remark. "That's it, I warned you."
 
She grabbed the chovie by his feet and hoisted him into the air high above her head. She briefly hesitated, before opening her mouth as wide as possible, giving him a perfect view of every sharp tooth and crevace in her maw.
 
"Woah...niiice," he uttered as she let go. After a brief fall he landed squarely on her tongue and she slammed her mouth shut. She quickly shuffled him under her tongue and began to make a show of chewing loudly. The crowd of chovies gasped. After a few moments of this, she slid him to the back of her throat and with an exaggerated *GLLRK*, sent him into her dark abyss.
 
The crowd of chovies went silent for a few seconds before one of them spoke up. "Oh my god! she ate Kyle!" they exclaimed.
 
"Woah no way..." said another ponderously, "my name's Kyle too!"
 
"Woah, me too!"..."Broooo, I'm Kyle too!" they went around like this for what seemed like an eternity before another piped up and shouted, "my name's Brittany!" A boisterous laughter shook the crowd. "Let's grab some kegs and go swimming!" one of them shouted, causing the group to cheer in excitement. They tossed around high fives amongst eachother as they walked away from Misha and Pettie, completely forgetting their comrade.
 
Misha's total confusion was interrupted by an exceptionally fishy burp. "Ugh, I hate fish...," she muttered to herself before turning her attention to Pettie. "You ok?"
 
Pettie nodded, "yeah, thanks to you," she said, her familiar cheer beginning to return as she stared at Misha in awe. "I can't believe you ate that guy, you don't think you're gonna get in trouble for that?"
 
"Nah, nobody's going to miss a chovie, besides like I said, it's the natural order of things, right?" Misha said as she rubbed her upset stomach.
 
Pettie briefly pondered the morality of this statement, but didn't linger on it too long, "Well anyway, I'm amazed at how you handled those guys so easily, I wish I was more like you!"
 
"Yeah, yeah," Misha waved away the compliment, "anything for you Pettie, now if you don't mind, I'm going to go grab a drink so I can wash this taste out of my mouth." Pettie gave her a coy *shoo* gesture, "that's totally fine with me, I'm gonna catch up on some sun bathing!"
 
Misha headed off towards the beachside bar as Pettie laid down on her stomach. Her ass jiggling slightly as she settled into position, barely restrained by the red bottom. She undid her top to allow maximum exposure on her back. As the sun baked her in warmth, she felt herself drift into a light slumber. Unbeknownst to her, a renegade chovie had decided to stay behind so that he may continue to gaze at this unexpected goddess.
 
Feeling bold now that the cat was gone, he decided to approach her. He gazed upon the giantess in awe, each of her breasts were larger than him and flattened out under her weight, no longer restrained by the tight top, he only wished he could see them uncovered. Her ass in front of him almost looked like a mountain, and he felt a strong urge to climb it. He reached out to touch her; no response. He knew he could not miss this chance. He climbed on top of her using the straps of her bottom to aid his ascent. Upon arriving on the peak, he reveled in the plush softness under his feet, a thin layer of fluffy feathers between his toes. He briefly jumped up and down causing ripples to travel across the cheeks, before turning his attention to the valley below him. He slid down between her cheeks, causing the fabric of her bottom to wedge deeply between them. Feeling the excessive warmth, he decided to lay down in the valley, basking in the shade of her tail feathers.
 
Pettie murmured a bit in her sleep, midly disturbed by the wedgie now forming in her ass. She absentmindedly reached back and adjusted her bottom, pulling it out from her crevace, unknowingly causing her stowaway to roll under the fabric. Once she was done, she let the fabric snap back into place and clenched a few times. To the chovie, this was a euphoric experience. The brief clenches had brought him face to face with her puckered asshole. It pulsed in front of him, almost beckoning him inside with a surprisingly pleasant aroma. Unable to resist the call of his goddess, he plunged his face into her hole. This illicited more of a response from Pettie, she reached back, still half asleep and began rubbing her asshole, thinking she just had an itch of some sort. Her motions inadverently pushed him deeper and deeper, her asshole greedily accepting the morsel. Eventually there was nothing but his feet sticking out and the itching subsided. Feeling strangely aroused, she turned over on to her back. Her breasts fell to her sides, fully exposed and her ass cheeks squeezed together, trapping her devoted inside as she continued to doze.
 
...
 
After a few more minutes of dozing, Pettie began to feel the sunshine in her eyes. She lifted herself slowly as she yawned and stretched her arms to the sky. At that moment she caught the gaze of a young seagull morph standing in front of her. She followed his gaze to her chest and realized she was completely exposed. With an "eep!" she covered her chest, accidentally creating her even more enticing valley of cleavage again. The boy's mouth dropped and she shooed him away in a huff. She reached for her top and covered herself, grumbling to herself about kids as the blush faded from her face. She glanced over at the bar and noticed Misha had been chatting up a rather strapping fox morph. Pettie smirked to herself, knowing Misha would be "busy" for a while. Pettie decided now would be a good time to go swimming. She grabbed her goggles, tied up her long hair-like feathers in a ponytail, and headed off towards the water.
 
Pettie treaded into the surf, feeling the pleasantly cool water touch her feet. As it came up to her waist, she leaned forward and began swimming, picking up speed quickly, her powerful wing like arms and slightly webbed feet propelling her quickly. This particular beach was equipped with a diving platform a ways away from shore, it was her favorite part of coming here. She arrived at the platform and pulled herself up, resting her breasts on the platform as she removed her goggles. The platform was equipped with two diving boards one for beginners, and a taller one for experts; she went straight for the tall one and began climbing the ladder. As she climbed up the ladder she spotted a group of chovies at the pier, chugging beers as they jumped into the water one by one to start swimming, the one thing chovies loved doing more than drinking. She cringed and look away, hoping she wouldn't run into them again. She reached the top of the ladder and prepared for her dive, taking in a deep breath as a refreshing breeze passed by.
 
She bounced a few times on the board, her breasts moving behind her body with a slight delay as she gained height. She launched off the board and leaned forward into a graceful dive. As she fell she felt a strong compulsion to open her mouth wide. She never really understood why this happened, but she was not one to reject her body's impulses. She landed in the water with a skillful splash, water quickly filling her mouth. She popped backed above the surface with a mouth full, water streaming between her breasts and down her body as she rose. She tasted the mildly salty water, it's cool touch beckoning her to swallow. She leaned her head back and opened her throat, letting the water pour into her stomach. The whole experience made her feel ecstatic and she rushed back to repeat the process. She dove a few more times, drinking big mouthfuls each time. Her belly became taut as it filled with water. She clutched it tenderly, "I think I have one more in me," she thought to herself. As she climbed the platform for her final jump, the group of chovies had wandered over to the diving platform, swarming in a tight drunken cluster. She launched off the platform, her full belly sloshing as she jumped. She opened her mouth extra wide, secretly desiring to fill her belly as much as possible.
 
As she landed in the water, the swarm of chovies happened to be passing by directly underneath her diving spot. In an instant, the entire group was scooped up into her large beak pouch. She rose above the water, both her and her captives oblivious to what had happened in their drunken stupor. Just as before, she leaned her head back and swallowed, her throat opening up to accept the fishy morsels. The chovies streamed down her throat with little resistance, the water expediting their passage. One by one they traveled down her long neck, passed her full breasts and into her bulging belly which at this point was basically a pool. One of the chovies finally noticed the sudden change in light.
 
"Uh, hey Mikey, did we swim into a cave at some point?" the curious chovie asked his friend. "IDK bro, but this is tight!" Mikey responded excitedly as he swam around inside the chamber, prompting the rest of the chovies to join him. Outside, Pettie clutched her full belly, beginning to feel mildly aroused, she briefy rubbed one of her nipples through her top as she felt a gurgling in her stomach as though she had just drank a 2-liter bottle of soda. Her arousal was suddenly interrupted by a strong desire to release the "hydraulic pressure" in her body. She peered around noting the lack of people. She was far from shore and the beach was mostly filled today by families with kids who couldn't swim too far. She swam around to the backside of the diving platform to hide herself, pulled aside her bottom, revealing her pussy, and began to relieve herself. She blushed as she felt the warmth from her nethers begin to envelop her, one of her hands navigating back to her nipples. As the water drained from her body, the water in her stomach began to filter out, suddenly making the chovie's chamber much more cramped.
 
"Uhhh, broooo, I don't think this is a cave" said the curious chovie, but his concerns fell on the deaf ears of his drunken comrades. He noticed the water streaming into a puckered hole and decided he had to follow it. He followed the stream into Pettie's intestines, hoping he might find a way out. Pettie finished relieving herself and replaced her bottom. Feeling totally satisfied, she began to swim back to shore. She noticed the gurgling in her stomach persisted. "Maybe I shouldn't drink so much ocean water next time, maybe my stomach is more sensitive than I realized" she thought to herself as she blushed. Inside her, the lone chovie continued to follow the winding paths eventually coming to a tighter tunnel. There he encountered another lone chovie who seemed to be moving in the opposite direction.
 
"Hey friend," the renegade chovie greeted him, "you're going the wrong way, we have to become one with our goddess!" He had a somewhat manic expression on his face as he grabbed his "friend" by the arm with a disturbing amount of strength, pulling him along back the way he came. The curious chovie's cries of distress were completely muffled by Pettie's packed insides.
 
Pettie arrived back at her towel a few minutes later, the grumbling in her stomach having finally settled. Misha awaited her in a seductive yet relaxed pose, a very satisfied glow surrounding her. "I'm going to make you come with me next time, the bar was *fi-iiiilled* with hot meat," she said with a sing songy tone, "you really missed out."
 
"Oh, don't worry about me, I had a great time diving," she blushed again as she recalled her experience.
 
"Suit yourself," Misha shrugged with a smirk, "I brought us back some drinks from the bar, on me. Let's have some fun!"
 
"Oooh yay!" Pettie exclaimed as she plopped down next to Misha and grabbed a bottle. They clinked their bottles together, ready to enjoy the rest of their day. Pettie took a swig and burped, an unexpectedly fishy taste hitting her tongue in the process. She briefly pondered what she may have ate as she stared out at the water.
 
"I love the beach," she thought, as she sighed, contented.