Beachside Belly

Beachside Belly

This is a story of male weight gain. If this is not for you, please simply enjoy it as a story as a whole.



An old man with an extremely large belly slowly waddled as he pushed his cart of merchandise down the boardwalk. It was going to be another blisteringly hot day, he thought to himself as the sun began to rise. He'd been working on this beach for nearly 60 years, so he knew the weather patterns like the back of his own weathered hands.
Grunting with the effort of moving his large body, he finally stopped just outside of the local surf shop, gently fitting the wheels of his cart into their allotted slots. He wheezed a bit and wiped the sweat off of his brow. It was going to be a long day.
It took a while for the sand to heat up, and a little longer for the first stream of people to come. The old man loved this time, the time before people started clogging up the shoreline. It was so peaceful, the perfect time to reflect and simply enjoy the beauty surrounding the coastline.
There was a sort of natural order to the way that people came to the beaches. On weekends, like today, it always started with the mothers and their babies. Never the parents with the loud scamps, but the quiet mothers with their be-diapered children – they were the first to hit the beaches. The old man had never been fond of children. There was something really dirty about them that he didn't like. And they were always so loud. No thank you, he thought.
The man leaned against his cart. It squeaked in protest, but he knew it would hold his immense weight. He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing the gentle breeze to play across his face. The sound of the water lapping at the shore was calming to him. So peaceful.
But, he knew that that peace wouldn't last long. Usually following the baby-mothers were the whiney children-mothers. They would come with their coolers full of juice boxes and peanut butter sandwiches and they always reeked of suntan lotion. The old man didn't like these people at all. The mothers were too over-protective, and the children were too accident-prone. In the end, all they were were a headache waiting to happen.
Personally, the old man preferred the other days of the week. Sure, the same crowd still came by, but some mornings, right before the sun rose, there was a lone surfer, scouting the waves. That lone surfer always reminded the old man of his younger days, and he always longed to see someone out there at that time. As the years have gone on and videogames became more important that being outside, the rare surfers have slowly started dying out.
The sun rose higher in the sky, signaling noon. It was about this time that the "renegades" showed up, or the young adults and teens. They were old enough to sleep in, but considered themselves cool enough to go without their parents. The old man peeked over his cart of merchandise and saw that, sure enough, a small group of teens started making their way down the boardwalk.
There was a leader amongst a small, close-knit group - a boy with sandy, ear length, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The old man knew this type very well and sure enough, the small necklace around the old timer's neck started to warm up. It was a warning.
The boy and his three friends passed by the old man, instead heading for the arcade nearby. The man continued to watch them though; after all, the necklace had never been wrong.
Leaning again on his cart, the old man wiped his brow. The heat had really picked up, just as he knew it would. He began to notice that the other beach goers were also starting to feel the heat. Many of the people who normally would have kept their shirts on were now starting to take them off. Many of the people who normally should have kept their shirts on were also taking them off.
There was a chubby boy near the dock who refused to take his shirt off, regardless of how hot it got. The old man had never seen this boy before, so he thought that maybe he was a tourist. After all, this was a popular beach, so it wasn't a surprise.
Suddenly things started to move in almost slow motion. The group of boys led by the sandy blonde left the arcade and headed for the docks. They all had taken their shirts off and revealed their perfect bodies. Oh the perfection of youth, how it is wasted on the ignorant, the portly old man thought. He continued to watch the scene play out, and hoped against hope that the blonde wouldn't make the same mistake that he did. Unfortunately, he did.

"Hey there blubber boy. Never seen you around here." The blonde, named Hunter, said to the chubby kid at the docks.
The pudgy boy didn't say anything, blatantly ignoring them by kicking his feet on the surface of the water.
This made Hunter angry. "I'm TALKING to you, piggy!" And he got closer, cracking his knuckles.
Hunter's cronies guffawed at their leader's name-calling. "You tell him, Hunt."
The leader laughed and got closer still. He studied the round boy and smirked. "Why don't you take your shirt off, fatso? I can see the sweat stains at your armpits. You must be sooo hot."
The boy continued to say nothing, but his ears burned red.
"Come on, porky. Take it off!" Hunter continued. Then his face turned into a dangerous smirk. "Or are you too shy to show your big, fat stomach?"
With that, Hunter reached out and grabbed at the boy's shirt. The chubby kid let out a small squeal and attempted to pull it back down. As they fought, the other boys laughed and called out more names.
"Yeah, go on, SQUEAL piggy! Oink oink!" The group called.
The pudgy boy's face was beet red and he was letting out small cries. "Please stop!"
"Stop?" Hunter asked. "Why would I stop? You don't stop eating, so I'm not going to stop this."
This logic made no sense to the tortured boy who continued to cry in embarrassment. "I said please!"
At that moment, a terrible ripping sound happened. The cotton t-shirt simply tore in half vertically from being pulled up and down. Now, the young boy's small belly was completely exposed, and the little bit of shirt left at the top barely hid his flabby chest.
With that, Hunter was satisfied. He slapped the kid's stomach and watched it jiggle. "There we go. No use hiding a pig in a shirt. Everyone should know hot fat you are."
The boy was completely ashamed and tugged futilely at the ruined shirt. There was no way that it would ever come close to stretching across his gut. Tears came to the boy's eyes and he ran from the dock, covering his face.
Hunter and the other boys laughed at the retreating figure. "Yeah, run piggy!" They all made oinking sounds and continued to laugh as they walked back down the boardwalk. Near the surf shop, they stopped due to the gaze of a weird old man.
"What're you lookin' at, old man?" Hunter barked.
The geezer sighed, but then forced a smile. "I was just wondering if I could offer you some of my fine wares?"
The boys looked at the cart and saw a collection of jewelry. There were necklaces of all shapes and sizes, each with different pendants. There was also a vast collection of silver and gold rings with ornate or plain designs.
"What would I do with all that junk? Why don't you ask those girls over there?"
The old man pretended to be put out. "Oh, well if you don't like jewelry, then you definitely wouldn't be interested in a free necklace."
The word 'free' definitely peaked the boy's interest. "Yeah, what do I have to do?"
Lifting up a leather cord, the man slipped a round silver pendant on it. It was a perfect, flat, circle, with a circle cut out of the center for the cord. He held up the necklace to the boy, who immediately took it and put it on. "You've already done it."
Hunter and the rest of the boys laughed again and ran away. "Yeah right! Like we're gonna believe that! But thanks for the free necklace!"
They ran down the beach, cackling like hyenas. The old man watched with a grim smile on his face. The boy had a lesson to learn and a lesson to teach. Subconsciously, the old man ran his hand over his large gut. A hard lesson to learn.

That night, Hunter went home exhausted. He had spent the whole day at the beach with his buds and was worn out. He raided the fridge for a bit, settling on a cheese sandwich. He ate contently, drinking a nice cold glass of milk to wash it down.
Creeping into his soft bed, Hunter slipped between the cool sheets. His skin radiated with the sun from the day. He closed his eyes and happily drifted off to sleep, murmuring something about the perfect day.

The next morning, Hunter woke up and felt sort of strange. He realized it was because his stomach was in pain…no, it was that he was so hungry that it caused him pain. He sat up and stretched, but then let out a yelp. Where his perfectly flat stomach had been the night before was now a small bulge. Poking it with disbelief, he shot out of bed.
"Now way." He kept muttering to himself. He paced the room, wondering what could have happened to him. Allergic reaction? Maybe. Maybe the cheese or milk had gone bad and he was bloated. Yeah, that was it. He sighed in relief. Yeah, no big deal.
Slipping a shirt on, Hunter made his way to the kitchen. He pulled out a box of cereal and grabbed the usual supplies. After filling a bowl to the brim with cereal and milk, he dug in, more ravenous than he had ever been in his life.
After a few minutes of hard-core shoveling, the bowl was empty. Without a second thought, Hunter filled the bowl and was eating like mad once more. He barely stopped to take a breath between bites and was gulping the food down as though he were starved.
Once the cereal ran out from the box, Hunter got up and tore through the pantry, looking for anything to eat. He went through boxes of cookies, the remaining half of a cake, three boxes of cereal bars, a bag of potato chips, and, out of desperation, a box of croutons.
Everything in the pantry was now gone, but the hunger in his stomach was not. Hunter reached for the fridge, but stopped halfway when he noticed his shirt. The little bulge was now the start of a belly. He grabbed at it, surprised to find that it was very soft, almost as if he had been gaining the fat for weeks, not minutes.
His mind reeled and he had no idea what could possibly have happened to him. This was definitely not the effect of cheese or milk. Ignoring the hunger pangs, Hunter tore out of his house, looking for his friends to see if anything strange was happening to them.
He met his friends at the usual spot after a series of texts. Once they all got there, their mouths hung open. "Dude! You've got a huge stomach!"
One of his friends went up and pressed his hand into Hunter's belly. The leader slapped his hand away. "I know! I woke up this morning and ate everything in sight…and now I'm huge!"
With a quick glance around, he noticed that everyone else was still normal. This puzzled him further. "Do you…do you think that that fat kid has anything to do with this?"
Another of the group members put his hands in his swimsuit pockets. "Man, that kid was just some tourist. I'm sure he's loooong gone by now."
Something dropped in Hunter's now rather large, and rather hungry stomach. "Gone?"
"Yeah, as in, went home? The beachfront isn't a given, bro."
Hunter felt the blood drain from his face. If the kid had done this to him in revenge, and was already back to wherever his home was, then he had no way of finding out what happened…or how to reverse it. As he stood there, nerves jangling, another friend had a suggestion.
"Uh, Hunt? There was also that weird old guy. He gave you that necklace, remember?"
The necklace! Hunter's hand shot to the leather cord around his neck. He gripped the round metal disk and tugged upward. The necklace didn't budge. He pulled and pulled, but the necklace would not come off.
"Guys, help me get this thing off! I think it's the reason I'm gaining weight!"
The others looked at each other and then at their leader. "Uh, no offense, Hunt, but I really don't want to touch it. In case it spreads to me."
There were murmurs of agreement all around and Hunter let out a note of frustration. "Some friends you are!"
Everyone looked guiltily down at their sandaled feet, shuffling from foot to foot.
The leader sighed. "Look, if you won't help me with the necklace, will you at least come with me to confront the old man?"
More guilty looks followed this question. "Well, what if he curses us too?" The others nodded and murmured their agreement.
A loud shout came from Hunter this time. "None of you want to help me?!"
One of the more quiet boys of the group, a boy with dark brown hair and green eyes stepped forward. "Look, whatever is happening to you is weird, and we sympathize, we really do. But look at yourself. You're not one of us anymore. Go hang out in the ice cream shack or something. Maybe you'll find some friends there."
This was a hard blow to Hunter, and he literally reeled backwards in disbelief.
The brown-haired boy glanced up, and the others stood behind him. "I think you should go."
Gritting his teeth, and clenching his hands into a fist, Hunter turned away. "Yes, I think I should."
Though he had his back to them, Hunter could hear the slaps of the other boys' sandals slowly fading away as they made their way towards the beach…which was in the opposite direction.

He couldn't believe it. Here it was, his hour of need, and the people he considered his friends abandoned him at the drop of a hat. Or more accurately, he looked down at his slowly swelling belly, the gain of a few pounds.
Hunter's feet started walking, he didn't know where, and he didn't care. Realizing that he was friendless flew all thoughts temporarily out the window. When he looked up, he was surprised to see that he was outside the ultra cheesy tourist trap: Bodacious Boardwalk Burger. There was a giant illustration of a chubby surfer happily eating a greasy burger and flashing the sign of the devil while catching a wave. How many times had he simply passed this place by?
A little below the sign was the entrance and a giant window to let you see into the building. It was a small place that sat about fifty. The whole interior was designed in the "tiki" motif, and everything was stereotypically Hawaiian. There was a bar that looked like it was made of coconut skins, little hula girl statues at every table, and waiters brought everyone a lei when they came in. Though everything about this place repulsed him, Hunter's feet took him through the open door and straight to a table.
His stomach was raging once more, and the pain literally had him doubling over. He sat in the straw-woven seat and grabbed at his now watermelon-sized gut.
An obnoxious waiter came up to the table. The guy was about twenty, tall, lightly muscled, windswept blonde, had a great tan, and white teeth. He was the perfect image of a "surfer dude"…and the perfect image of someone who Hunter didn't feel like seeing right now.
"Can I take your order, dude?" The guy asked in a bored voice, the 'dude' was obviously forced. "We have 'knarly' specials, including the Bodacious Blue Crab Combo and the Sufin' Super Skillet."
If Hunter had had his way, he would be nowhere near this barf-tastic place, but his stomach was seriously kicking into pain overdrive. "Man, I don't care. Bring me anything…I'm freaking starving."
The kid blinked and gave Hunter a once-over. "Heeeey, don't I know you from somewhere?"
"Uh, no. I'm a tourist. Straight from-grunt-Alaska."
The waiter (who Hunter saw on his name tag was named Eric) lightly tapped his chin in thought. "Hmm…you sure? I haven't been to 'ERG', Alaska before. Is it nice there?"
Hunter turned to look him in the face. Was this guy seriously messing with him? Right now? Right when his stomach felt like it was eating his insides? "Look, Eric, is it? I'm obviously a big boy. I have big needs. Bring me the biggest thing in the house. Stat."
Eric laughed. "Well, I've never had anyone so blunt come in here before! Must be because Alaska is so cold, it makes all the people like that too!"
Hunter felt his stomach still swelling. It had made his large t-shirt skintight. His belly started to reach for his lap. He pressed his hands into it, all reason quickly leaving him. "Food. Today."
Now Eric was used to tourists coming in to this modest beach town, feeling 'entitled.' They had money; that was why they came here. They were used to service. And he still hated it. "Well, we have something special here at Bodacious Boardwalk Burger. It's a special contest. If you eat the entire meal, you win something special."
"Yes, fine. Whatever. Make with the food." Hunter closed his eyes, twisting in the wicker seat. His stomach now pushed up the t-shirt a little, exposing the tanned belly.
Eric's upper lip twitched a little. "Fantastic. I'll be right back."

The waiter went to the kitchen in the back and leaned against the counter. A man in his forties, the main griller of the joint, glanced up at Eric as he entered.
"You got an order, or are you just slackin' off, new guy?" He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and continued to lean over the flaming grill, flipping burgers.
"Oh, I got an order, Gene. You aren't gonna believe it. Someone actually wants to take the Bodacious Challenge."
The man laughed. "Yeah right. Probably another group of rich guys who think they can tackle it."
Eric turned around to face the older man, placing his palms dramatically on the counter. "No, just one kid. Says he's from Alaska. Maybe they store up on fat for the winter."
Gene lit up a cigarette and expertly moved it to the side of his mouth, holding it there with years of practice. "No kiddin! One kid?"
"Yeah. He's a bit larger, but I still don't think he'll be able to do it."
The griller grinned. "Well, I'll get it goin. Tell him it'll be ready in about fifteen."
Eric returned the grin. "You got it." He grabbed the breadbasket, added a second loaf, and started to make his way back to the table.

The pain was unimaginable. Hunter was certifiably past chubby, and on his way to fat. He looked at himself and noticed that his arms were fatter, his fingers chubbier, and he now had manboobs (which repulsed him). Also to his embarrassed dismay, he noticed his nipples were erect because the shirt kept rubbing against them as his now bulging stomach continued to push it upwards.
And his stomach. By God, his stomach. The beast was now free of its confines, and was resting on his lap. He had both hands pressed on it, trying futilely to push it back in. How was this happening to him? WHY was this happening to him? What the hell was going on?
His bellybutton was now a dark void, deep set into his flabby gut. When he stuck his finger into it, he found it was deep enough that he could stick it in to his second knuckle.
Though he couldn't see his face, he could feel his cheeks becoming fuller. They were slowly coming into his field of vision. If he looked down, he could just see the crest of his chubby cheeks. With a hesitant hand, he felt under his neck and was repulsed to find that it was soft and yielding. Perfect, a nice double chin too.
After discovering his new second chin, Eric the waiter reappeared with the bread.
"Here you are. Your order will be ready in about fifteen minutes." The man offered a forced smile.
Hunter didn't bother to grunt a thank you. Instead, his flabby arms reached forward at a speed that didn't seem possible for them, and he was soon stuffing his face with the bread. He was making loud noises that almost seem like groans of pleasure. The instant that food was in his stomach, the pain stopped. It was blessed relief.
"Maybe I'll bring you some more bread for the wait…" The waiter said, not entirely hiding his disgust.
"Mmph!" Hunter said; his face covered in the bread.
"I take that to be Alaskan for 'yes.' I'll be right back." Eric rolled his eyes as he left.
The next few minutes were a whirlwind of eating. Several people in the tables around Hunter simply stopped eating to stare. Hunter didn't care about etiquette. He didn't care that he was somehow getting fatter. Right now all that mattered was getting the bread out of the basket, and into his stomach.
Eric was back with three more loaves of bread. He gingerly placed them on the table and quickly backed away as the now larger arms and hands quickly snapped at the new source of food. "The chef says your meal is almost ready. But, perhaps you have spoiled it with all this bread?"
Hunter didn't respond, but looked into Eric's face for a moment. Then he shrugged and plowed into the bread again, his grunts and moans rather off-putting to the other patrons.
The side of Eric's upper lip twitched again and he retreated to the kitchens.
The bread was quickly extinguished. Hunter found himself sitting there, licking his buttery fingers as his butt was now falling off the sides of the small wicker chair. He ran a buttery hand over his gargantuan gut and felt repulsed all over again.
In a sudden realization, he knew that he was now fatter than that kid he had made fun of yesterday. God…just yesterday he had been normal. Just yesterday he could run and swim and be free. Now, here he was…sitting in a burger joint, his belly spilling into his lap and starting to part his flabby thighs, his butt getting so large that he now flowed over the sides of a normal chair. His eyes welled up with tears. What had he done to deserve this? He would never run again. He was a fat whale.
"No. A fat pig, more like." Eric said, his arms crossed.
Hunter jumped, startled at the waiter's sudden appearance. "What…where did you come from?"
The waiter leaned closer, his hands going around the massacred baskets to press into the table. "You heard me. You're a fat pig."
Hunter's face turned red. All talking in the restaurant ceased. It seemed as if everyone was collectively holding their breath.
"Go on, squeal piggy. Oink, oink."
Hunter's eyes locked with the strange man. "Stop it. You have no right to say that to me."
"Stop? Why would I stop? You don't stop EATING." At the word eating, he seized a handful of Hunter's large belly. It was continuing to grow, oozing more and more outward. "So why should I stop this?"
The word choice was too precise. There was no way it was coincidental. "Are you spying on me? Who are you!" He slapped away the man's hands, the effort making his large upper arms jiggle.
Eric laughed. "Spying? A poor word choice. I have been watching you, yes. But spying? No."
Hunter felt his insides go cold. "Watching me?"
The waiter went behind the boy and grabbed at his love handles. He shook them fiercely, making the large boy's belly wobble about. "Watching you make the same mistakes that I did."
Hunter tried to slap the hands away again, but found that his arms were too fat to bend to his waist, and his moobs were in the way. He was powerless. That scared him. "Seriously…who are you?"
The waiter took his hands off of the blubber boy and rounded on him again. "I can't say that I am not surprised that you didn't recognize me. After all, I look completely different."
"What?" Hunter didn't understand. And he was getting hungry again.
Eric sighed. He then reached under his shirt and pulled out a necklace with a leather cord. There was a silver pendant that was perfectly round and had a round hole in it.
Finally, Hunter understood. "The old man from the boardwalk!"
The waiter nodded. "It's part of the curse. You must find someone who needs to be taught a lesson about inner beauty. Once you do, you will be restored to your former self."
Hunter's head was reeling. Curse? Who believed in curses? He glanced down at his now pendulous gut. "What do you mean, inner beauty?"
Eric pulled up a chair. The restaurant was now empty; all the people had mysteriously decided to be somewhere else. The two were now alone. "Do you know why you were cursed?"
The boy licked some butter off of his fingers. The bottom of his moobs were starting to peak under the shirt. The sleeves had ripped as his arms became too meaty for the threads. His sports pants had tore at the elastic and split right between his enormous butt cheeks. They were also tearing up the side from his thunder thighs.
But, he licked thoughtfully, he was sure he knew why he was now obese. "The boy at the docks. I made fun of him for his weight."
Eric patted him on the belly, sending shocks through it. "Exactly."
Hunter started to say something when the largest burger that he had ever seen was being wheeled out by a man in his forties. It has to be at least ten or more pounds of meat. Hunter's fattened form shivered in anticipation. His mouth started to water.
Eric stood up. He helped the fry cook heave the giant burger onto the table. The older man left with a salute and a wink, and the two were alone again.
The mysterious man patted him on the flabby knee. "Good luck in restoring your body. The gnawing hunger pains will fade in a few months. And the weight gain will even out after this first day. I hope that you discover the true meaning of inner beauty quickly, as it is not as superficial as it seems."
He stood up to leave. Gently, he tugged at his own leather necklace cord. "And remember, Hunter. These are for life. If you forget your lessons…" He mimed a ballooning belly in the air.
Hunter had tried to listen. He did. But the food was in front of him. He was eating before he knew it…more like devouring. Swallow after swallow he felt himself grow even larger. He had to be nearing the seven hundred pound mark by now.
"Good bye, Hunter. I hope that it doesn't take you as long as it took me."
With that, Eric went out the front door, leaving the large boy in an eating frenzy.

A new surfboard was propped against the side of the shop. Eric had left it there that morning. Gently, he picked it up, running his hands on the waxed surface. He turned to face the midday sun, raising a hand over his eyes to scan the beach. It was empty…a gift to him.
He sighed, at peace. Finally, I can go home again.