Incomplete, Work-in-Progress
 
 It takes great bait to catch great fish.
 
 M/ff, fishing, objectification, fish/girl vore
 
 "This'll do." Kirk said, as he poked his head out the window and looked around at where he'd parked his truck. "This's my favorite fishin' spot."
 
 He turned off the vehicle, set the parking brake, then climbed out of the cab and walked around to the truck's bed, so he could look out over the wide lake. His two passengers followed, both girls piling out in a tangle of bare, squirming limbs and giggles, as they wrestled to see could get out first. Finally, they managed to sort themselves out, but only after one started squealing in protest when the other resorted to pinches to secure victory. Kirk, meanwhile, ignored them and cast about the shore with his gaze, until he located a large rock.
 
 "What're you doing, Kirk?" asked Amanda, as she rubbed at her bottom where it'd been viciously, treacherously pinched.
 
 "Yeah, didn't you already put on the parking brake?" Kelly stated, as they both watched Kirk heft up the rock, then carry it over to one of the back tires of the truck and drop it, before kicking it into place behind the wheel, chocking it firmly. "What do you need the rock for?"
 
 "I remember reading a story, years ago, about some guy who got ran over by his own truck." Kirk explained, as he dusted his hands off and looked over at the two girls. "The idiot parked on a slope, not much steeper than this one, and didn't set his parking brake. His old truck popped out of gear when he wasn't looking and while he was busy fishing, and the damn thing rolled right over him."
 
 "Ouch." both girls said, with a simultaneous wince.
 
 "Yeah. He lived, fortunately, but broke both an arm and a leg, along with quite a few ribs. He'd had a big fish on when it happened, too." Kirk said, shaking his head. "Lost both his fish AND his fishing pole. Truck even sank in the lake while he was busy screaming for help. Talk about the worst fishin' trip ever."
 
 "So, I always make sure to put a rock behind one of my wheels when I park on a slope, just in case.." Kirk finished, shrugging. "Parking brakes can fail, too, and I don't ever want to get run over by my own truck!"
 
 "Anyway.." Amanda said, changing the topic. "Think we'll get anything, today? I talked to Wendy yesterday, who said she and Todd went fishin' last week and got skunked. Barely a nibble all day."
 
 "Where at?" Kelly asked, as she kicked off her flip flops and waded out ankle deep into the cool water of the lake.
 
 "Just down a bit from here, actually. Todd lives right by the shore." Amanda answered, pointing. "Wendy said she didn't see a dang thing worth catching in the lake all day, though she did nearly lose a nipple, though. Apparently she had on a couple of small lures in place of her nipple rings, and a big old perch came along and nabbed one. Hooks weren't big enough, though, and it slipped off pretty quick. She said that was the only thing that kept it from yanking the lure right out of her boob."
 
 "Ditz." Kelly commented, with a roll of her eyes as she splashed in the shallows. "What'd she expect?"
 
 "A smaller fish, apparently." Amanda replied, dryly.
 
 "Hopefully we'll catch something, today." Kirk said, as he futzed with his fishing pole and tackle box. "Last time I came out I didn't do so well. Stupid line kept breaking every time I got a fish on. Guess it was getting kind of old.."
 
 "Did you replace it?" asked Kelly, as she came back ashore.
 
 "Oh, yeah." Kirk replied, nodding absently. "I splurged and got the good stuff, too. Cost a bundle, but it's supposed to be a lot stronger, and lasts a lot longer too. I'm looking forward to seeing how it performs."
 
 "Okay, I'm just about ready.." called Kirk a moment later, as he shrugged on a chest harness, one clipped to a short cable which was in turn connected to a hook on the bumper of his truck. "Who wants to go first?"
 
 He held up his large, sturdy fishing pole, from the end of which dangled another harness.
 
 "I will." Amanda said, with a little grin and shrug. "This was my idea, after all."
 
 "It was a good idea, too." Kelly commented, as the other girl pulled off her bikini top, wiggled out of her tight demin cut-off shorts, and kicked her own footwear off. "I haven't been fishing in ages, and this is the perfect day for it."
 
 Amanda took the harness dangling from the end of Kirk's fishing line in hand, looked down at it, then frowned.
 
 "Don't you have a padded one?" she asked, with a look at Kirk.
 
 "Nah, those cost like twice as much."
 
 "Cheapskate.." Amanda muttered, with roll of her eyes, as she slipped the wide, leather belt around her slim waist and strapped it on securely. "I'm gonna get bruises from this dang thing.."
 
 "Only if we hook a fish." Kirk replied, with a cheeky grin.
 
 They both waded out into the shallows, Kirk coming to a stop when he reached the end of his short cable. Amanda, however, continued on. She turned around once the water got to her mid thighs, though, and paused for a moment, biting her lip.
 
 "Reel me back in quick, won't you?" she asked, her face an odd mixture of apprehensive and excited, as she trembled slightly with nervous energy.
 
 "Of course." Kelly said, as she came up behind Kirk and wrapped her arms around him, looking over his shoulder at the other girl. She too had stripped out of her clothes. "Just make sure to find us a big one!"
 
 "Okay!" Amanda replied, with another little shiver and excited grin. "Wish me luck!"
 
 With that, she started backing up, keeping her eyes on Kirk and Kelly as the water got deeper and deeper around her. Her full, firm thighs sank below the surface of the lake, followed by her generous, shapely hips, and then her toned belly and trim, lean waist. Finally, all that was left of her was her head, her arms, and her large, wonderfully boyant breasts.
 
 Without another word, Amanda flipped over backward and dived down into the water, showing off her delicious, wet body as it arched. She dissappeared from sight for several seconds, before resurfacing once more about fifteen feet further out.
 
 "Damn, I wish I had boobs like hers.." Kelly commented with a little pout, even as she began running her hands up and down Kirk's chest and stomach.
 
 "Hey, yours are pretty nice, too." Kirk said, as he began paying out line for Amanda.
 
 "As nice as hers..?" Kelly prompted, even as she began unbuttoning Kirk's shorts.
 
 "Well.."
 
 "Hah, that's what I thought." Kelly said, as she slipped one hand down into Kirk's fly, wrapping her grip around his tumescent member. "Dang, big boy, getting a bit exited, are you?"
 
 "What can I say? I love fishin'.." he said, with a grin, as Kelly started pulling his shorts down his hips.
 
 Amanda, meanwhile, could still be seen from the shore, but was swimming farther and farther out. Her gloriously nude form cut through the water easily as she stroked her way into deeper and deeper water.
 
 As Amanda swam, Kelly began stroking Kirk's dick, sucking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her eyes, which were just as exited as Amanda's had been, looked up at Kirk, watching him watch his bait.
 
 "Hey.. Sit down, will you Kirk?" Kelly said, breathily, as she slipped his cock from her mouth. "I need you in me!"
 
 "Sure." Kirk replied, his eyes still on lake.
 
 They had just settled into a nice rhythm, Kelly sitting on Kirk's lap, when the tip of the fishing pole dipped sharply, and the whine of line being pulled from the reel began.
 
 "Fish on!" Kirk cried, even as he jumped to his feet, dumping Kelly unceremoniously into the shallow lake water.
 
 "Wagh!" Kelly sputtered, climbing to her knees and laughing. "Gimme some warning, next time!"
 
 "Sorry!" Kirk replied, the muscles in his arms and torso bulging and straining, as he began reeling. "Feels like a nice sized one, though! Big!"
 
 "Mmm.. I love big ones.." Kelly commented, even as she wrapped her arms around Kirk's thighs and sucked his cock back into her mouth. "Don't let me distract you."
 
 "Rrr.." Kirk growled, straining against the fish on the other end of his line. "It's a fighter!"
 
 Kelly's only response was to start stroking herself with one hand, as she knelt there in the water before Kirk.
 
 "But.. I.. think.. I've.. got.. him.." Kirk grunted, even as he was yanked against his harness by the force of the big fish's struggles.
 
 Then there was a sharp snapping sound, and with a yelp, Kirk fell over backward. Kelly, who had been leaning into him, went with him.
 
 "What.. happened.." she gagged, as she massaged her throat.
 
 Her voice was a little hoarse. Apparently their fall had forced Kirk's cock rather deeper than she had been prepared for.
 
 "Uh, oh." Kirk sighed, from his position flat on his back. "I think it broke. Damn."
 
 "I thought you got new stuff..?" Kelly asked, even as Kirk sat up and began reeling in the now slack line.
 
 Sure enough, only a few moments later the end of the fishing line, now conspicuously absent of either bait or fish, came snaking back into the shallows.
 
 "I did!" Kirk protested, as he held up the end of the line before his eyes. "It's top quality stuff! There's no way it should snap.."
 
 "Maybe it got caught on something.." Kelly mused, still on her hands and knees in the water, peering at the end of the line too.
 
 "Maybe.." Kirk allowed, frowning at the line. "Could be just a fluke, I suppose.. Are you still up for this?"
 
 "..Sure." Kelly stated, after staring at the broken end of fishing line for a second. "But let me call someone, first."
 
 "Okay." Kirk replied, as he clamored up to his feet. "It's gonna take a minute to tie on another harness, anyway. Dang, I hate loosing them!"
 
 "They're not that expensive.." Kelly said, with a little roll of her eyes.
 
 "Yeah, but they're not cheap, either! Especially with how fast I've been going through them, lately.." Kirk shot back, even as he opened up his tackle box once again. "Who're you calling, anyway?"
 
 "Mary." Kelly said, holding the phone she'd retrieved from Kirk's truck up to her ear. "I figured you need another girl out here, just in case the line snaps again. It'd be a shame to go home empty handed, now that we know there are fish out there."
 
 "Oh, thanks."
 
 Kirk fishished tying his knots and attaching the harness just as Kelly finished a short, whispered conversation into her phone.
 
 "Okay, ready." Kirk reported, as Kelly tossed her phone on the bank.
 
 "'Kay." Kelly replied, as she stood in front of Kirk. "Belt me up, then. Mary said she'd be down in a minute or two. She lives just a little ways away."
 
 Kirk wrapped the sturdy leather belt around Kelly's waist, cinching it tight.
 
 "You really should spring for the padded version.." Kelly commented, as she ran her fingers critically around the inside of the harness. "This is gonna chafe something awful!"
 
 "Just get in there." Kirk ordered, with a roll of his eyes.
 
 "Sure, sure.." Kelly said, as she, like Amanda before her, backed slowly into the lake water. "I wish we'd had enough time to finish first, though.."
 
 She stroked herself as she said this, running her hands over her rather shapely, if somewhat slim, body, and gave him a heated look.
 
 "We'll be able to do that when I reel you back in." Kirk promised, with a grin. "Now, go find us a big one, then we can celebrate!"
 
 Without another word, Kelly winked, then turned and dived into the water, swimming rapidly into the deep.
 
 Kirk watched her go, standing there in the ankle deep water with his pole in hand, listening to the slow whine of the reel. His cock jutted up erect from his groin, pointing out at the lake, toward the slowly receding form of his bait.
 
 "Dang, maybe we should have taken the time to finish off a quick one.." he muttered, as he glanced down at his dick.
 
 "Hey, Kirk!" a feminine voice called out, from behind him.
 
 "Oh, hey Mary!" he replied, turning and looking over his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here!"
 
 "Yeah, I can see that.." Mary commented with a smirk, as she casually stripped off her brief, two piece swimsuit and waded out to him.
 
 She glanced down as his cock, before absently taking it in hand to begin stroking it.
 
 "Kelly out on the end of your line?" she asked, as she shaded her eyes, trying to see out into the distance.
 
 "Yeah, just swam out." Kirk replied, thrusting his hips out a little. "Had a fish on earlier, but lost it, so we know they're out there at least.."
 
 "Kelly mentioned that you had a line break." Mary said, as she moved to stand before Kirk and began grinding her bottom against his hips.
 
 "Yeah." Kirk replied, frowning despite Mary's actions. "Not sure what to think about that. The new line I bought should NOT have broken that easily.."
 
 "Who'd you lose?" Mary asked, as she reached back between her legs and guided Kirk's member into herself.
 
 "Oh.." Kirk replied, distracted, as he split his attention between his pole and his other pole. "Amanda."
 
 "That's too bad, she was super hot.." Mary breathed, moaning a little as she began rocking her hips back and forth. "..great boobs!"
 
 "It happens: Win some, lose some." Kirk said, shrugging. "Besides, aren't guys supposed to be the ones crazy about breasts? Both you and Kelly.."
 
 "Kirk, EVERYONE like boobs." Mary said, rolling her eyes even as she sighed contentedly and pushed herself back against him again.
 
 "Heh, that's tr.. Fish on!" Kirk started, before interrupting himself with an excited shout, as his pole jerked abruptly.
 
 "So soon?" Mary commented, even as she continued to rock against Kirk's now rigid, straining form. "They must be really hungry, today."
 
 "Yeah!" Kirk exclaimed, eagerly. "And I'm gonna land this one for sure.. ack!"
 
 Like before, both Kirk and Mary fell backwards to the sound of a sharp snap.
 
 "Aww.." Kirk groaned as he lay on the edge of the bank, outraged. "Aw, come on! You've got to be kidding me! Twice in a row!?"
 
 "Are you sure about that line, Kirk?" asked Mary, from her position on top of his lap, as she wiggled her bottom against him.
 
 "Sure I'm sure!" Kirk complained, as he once again reeled in a slack line. "That stuff was super expensive! Guarenteed, even!"
 
 "Maybe you ought to write the manufacture and complain.." Mary suggested, as she watched the empty end of the line glide across the surface of the lake toward them.
 
 "I.. I just don't understand it.." Kirk muttered, as he took the end of the line in his fingers, examining it. "I.. Wait, a minute.."
 
 "What?" Mary asked, before grunting in surprise as Kirk stood up suddenly, making her slide off his lap into the water. "Oof!"
 
 Kirk didn't reply at first. He just walked over to the back of his truck, then opened up his tackle box and began digging around inside it.
 
 "Well.." he stated, a moment later. "Now I just feel silly."
 
 "What? Why?"
 
 "This.." Kirk sighed, as he pulled a roll of brand new fishing line out of his tackle box and presented it to her with his hand. "..is why."
 
 "Wait.." Mary said, as she stared at the roll of unused, heavy duty line. "..is THAT the new line you've been talking about?!"
 
 "..Yep." Kirk said, looking sheepish and shrugging. "I went to all the trouble of finding the best line I could, then forgot to actually put it on my reel."
 
 Mary only stared at him for a moment, then dissolved into giggles.
 
 "Hey, it's not that funny.." he protested, in vain.
 
 "Kirk, you.." Mary said, through her mirth. "..you great, big dummy!"
 
 "Hey.."
 
 "Ooh, lookit my shiny new fishin' line!" Mary said, mimicking his voice. Poorly. "It's so good that I'ma forget to even use it!"
 
 "Oh, ha ha." Kirk said, trying and failing to scowl at the laughing girl. "Now, help me strip off the old line, will ya? I want to get this new stuff on before the fish decide to move on to somewhere else!"