Beach Stuff

Zaveer was tired of having been single for so long, having constantly struggled to find someone he could share his time with. He looked for advice, hoping for anyone to come up with a solution. The one thing he heard was that if he wanted to find someone who would accept him and his body, he had to put himself out on a beach. The thought stuck with him, finally leading him to try it.

He didn't know what to expect when he arrived. He wasn't big or small and was just average, but he felt eyes on him nevertheless. He knew he caught glances checking him out. Even if they were uninterested, people were looking. Just that made him feel happy enough confident this was worth a chance, and soon began going as often as possible.

That was when he began to notice something. He seemed to get the most looks after he ate lunch, with some people even staring. Even after dinner too. It almost seemed like the more full he felt, the more stares he got like they knew how much he ate. That's when he put two and two together.

He started trying to see how much he could fill himself before heading back out to the beach, rewarded by getting even more glances from the crowd. He allowed this new habit to take control, finding himself stuffing his stomach to the brim as much as possible whenever he ate just to get more attention. He was ecstatic as he felt himself growing bigger and able to eat more, receiving even more positive reinforcement from the increased amount of people who turned their heads.

He ate French fries by the wagon, stopped for ice cream on the boardwalk, anything to keep his stomach full. He felt his belly fall out in front of him, constantly growing bigger and bigger and drawing more eyes. Zaveer was proud of how much it seemed to do for him. He couldn't help but smile as he felt his swimsuit struggle to wrap around his waist. He felt the increased weight of his steps and sensed even more eyes trailing his exposed curves as his body shook on the shoreline.

In short time he was touting a massive figure, his belly spilling out over the band of his shorts. The tight elastic accentuated his rear, giving him massive love handles on the side of his torso. His chest sat loose above all it, hanging suspended over his gut, two meaty arms surrounding it all. He couldn't help but feel amazing, loving the size of his new body, and was so glad many others seemed to do the same.