"How's it fit?" Shanna asked from outside the changing stall. The large, scaly selachimorph was currently tugging down on the fabric of the one piece, trying to cover more of the majestic predator's hips and rear.
"It… fits," Tira responded from inside the stall, still feeling very exposed as the material rode up on her powerful thighs, leaving her rump partially uncovered by the bathing suit. "I feel silly."
"You're silly all the time," the amphibian countered with a laugh. "Come out in the open, big girl! Don't worry, you'll be wearing the most conservative swimsuit here!" She watched intently as her friend exited the small enclosure, tentatively towering over her companion, not sure what to do with herself.
The muscular female shark shifted back and forth, the material clinging tightly to her body, making it hard for her to keep herself from tensing up. "It keeps riding up on my… you know… bits." Her dark, beady eyes darted around uncomfortably, looking at every passing anthro within range of her vision.
Shanna swatted at Tira's broad, round butt with her webbed paw. "You don't have anything to worry about, you're pure sex appeal! You'd look good in a trash bag." Though they were supposedly friends, Shanna didn't hold back on being utterly shameless about her compliments. Tira, for her part, secretly appreciated the constant flattery. She couldn't understand why most people found her so intimidating. It was only natural that most anthros would find a six-and-a-half foot, three hundred pound shark scary to be around, but it wasn't like she acted aggressive toward them. "Go get into the water now, you sissy," the caiman teased.
Still hesitant, Tira lumbered away from the stall, letting her tail lash back and forth behind her as she made her way through the crowds of beach goers. A couple of times she almost tripped over a smaller anthro's feet as they dashed by in the sand, narrowly avoiding being squashed under Tira's large, finned body. Once she arrived at the shoreline, the great white slowly relaxed herself, settling into her element, and lowered herself into the cool sea.
Before submerging entirely, Tira turned to check on Shanna. The female caiman was casually strutting down the beach, blatantly showing off her gleaming body. Her thick tail waved elegantly, swaying gracefully from side to side behind her. Much of her pale green body was exposed, only concealed by a tight, yellow bikini which tightly fit against her smooth scales. Seeing Shanna so confident and comfortable in her skimpy attire, Tira felt both envious and embarrassed for her friend. She quickly sank below the surface of the ocean, letting out a low groan of satisfaction as she adjusted to the chill salinity of the water.
After submerging further, the shark's gills began pumping blood oxygen through her body, giving her energy while keeping her lamnidae form happy. She surfaced briefly, fins cutting through the water and rippling outward on all sides like a small boat. With an awkward lunge, she threw herself into a rapid breaststroke, powered by her large muscles. This was Tira's favorite kind of swimming since she didn't have to worry about bothering anyone else with her size, she could simply disappear beneath the surface of the water for as long as she wanted without having to worry about others. The effortless movement of her naturally evolved body allowed Tira to make good time across the smooth ocean floor, passing schools of tiny, feral fish, as well as the occasional discarded beverage bottle and plastic wrapper.
The denizen of the sea had traveled a considerable distance through the shallows before noticing that something was wrong. For whatever reason, Tira could feel the water flowing directly against her skin as if her swimsuit no longer existed. She glanced downward, seeing her bare breasts sticking out from her chest, bouncing along in rhythm with her powerful strokes. The newly denuded shark hadn't even noticed when the suit had disappeared. Shanna would be so disappointed that she'd lost her gift…
Tira began to panic a bit, dropping down and searching around herself frantically, trying to find any evidence of her new swimsuit. She located the remains of her one piece swimsuit at last, some of it floating loosely nearby and the rest clinging weakly to her tail fins. It was as though the garment had melted away like an ice sculpture left out in the sun. The shark couldn't tell what had happened to it, but she clearly couldn't wear it anymore. Feeling suddenly defenseless, Tira swam quickly back toward shore, hoping her friend knew what to do.
Clambering along the sandy bottom of the ocean floor, the large, naked shark poked her head up above the surface and looked around. Before her was a long stretch of beach that transitioned into a populated shoreline littered with anthros lounging under the late afternoon sun. Her eyes searched the scene for her amphibious companion, finding Shanna where she thought she would be: just a short distance away, drying off in the hot rays of sunlight after taking a refreshing dip in the ocean. Carefully climbing up on all fours, the great white tried to make as little noise as possible so as not to attract too much attention. Her heavy boobs slapped around in the waves beneath her torso as she advanced toward shore, carefully trying to stay submerged and quiet enough to avoid anyone becoming suspicious of how exposed she was.