Boating Catch

Your coworker Vince constantly complained about his Dad after his father was forced to move in with him. He had told you his dad was fat and good for nothing, only interested in going out on his boat which they somehow managed to keep. That all changed when Vince finally agreed to go out fishing with his Dad one weekend.

Vince's tune changed entirely when he came back, but something was off. He would only ever talk about boating or fishing anymore, none of the video games or sports you'd often get absorbed with before. He mentioned his outings in almost every conversation, saying he couldn't wait to get back out on the water.

You began to worry when he continued to change over the next month packing on the pounds, his body going from svelte to a massive ball of dough with tits. You watched as he grew fatter and fatter, filling out his office chair. His shirts could no longer wrap around his stomach whenever he sat. He hardly looked the same now, his entire wardrobe needing to change to accommodate his new body. He could only fit in exercise shorts and fishing wear, and even then he was still slowly growing out of them.

Then one weekend he invited you out. You don't know why you said yes. On one hand you didn't want anything to do with it, but on the other you needed to know what it was about. You drove out to the boathouse your coworker had told you about, walking to the back to find them already in the water. They were finishing getting the boat ready, music playing softly from the vessel as they waited for you to arrive.

Their shirts were already off, their heavyset bodies exposed to the air. The father had a similar appearance to your coworker, extremely round and flabby with two fat tits hanging from his chest. The only differences were a hat over his chubby weathered face along with a light dusting of fur over his body. You cautiously sat down as they handed you a beer. The Dad began driving the boat out while Vince was already guzzling his second drink next to you.

It was oddly peaceful/ The waves of the sea rocked the boat slightly, easing you into a relaxed state. The music seemed to distract you too, helping your mind go into a lull, your thoughts harder to hear. You were vaguely aware of the fishing lines being set up, constantly handed more beer whenever your coworker grabbed one, the minutes slowly turning to hours as you sat there with nothing on your mind.

You didn't know you could ever have been this relaxed. You went home with your stomach full of beer, excited to go back out to the boat. You began going every weekend, obsessing over the trips. It was all you could ever think about anymore Your body started to change. A belly filled out onto your waist, loaded up with beer, taking home a fatty catch each weekend. You slowly turned into the spitting image of your friend, your body packing on the pounds with soft blubber, turned into just another whale for the ocean.