Swell’s coming in - the ballooning surfer
Ray was practically born on a surfboard. He came from a family of surfers, all with their hair bleached from the sun, tanned skin and of course amazing bodies.
In highschool, he’d regularly skip class for surf, and I don’t ever remember him sitting in our classroom once. When he’d come out of the water after a session, all tired and famished, I swear he would eat and eat for hours without even stopping to take a breath, regaining all the energy he lost at sea. The more he surfed, and the more he ate, he just became larger and stronger, and of course had more endurance to go on longer sessions, rapidly becoming the greatest (and hottest) surfer in town.
When school ended, his girlfriend’s family decided to change their lifestyle, leave town and sail away on their new yacht for an unlimited period of time. “We’d be free of all worry, out in the ocean”, she said, “you have to come!”. Ray hesitated for a moment, he knew that meant leaving his love for surf aside, but he loved her so much that he decided to go along.
Life on the yacht was more than Ray could ever imagine. He got to see places he didn’t even know existed, see dolphins jumping at the sunset every single day and finally spend so much time with his true love. But the best part was the food! They had the most amazing crew on the boat who would constantly serve delicious meals, snacks and sweets all day long. At night, they would anchor on the nearest island and feast at the local restaurants, sipping wine and enjoying life.
Being used to eating lots of food, Ray would come out of a lazy snorkel session feeling the need to devour and would try everything they had on the boat. After that, closer to sunset, he’d grab a beer (or three) and enjoy the last light on the front deck, accompanied by mini burgers and a couple of slices of chocolate cake for dessert.
“Hey, easy there tiger!”, one of the crew members said, “we’re going to your favorite restaurant tonight, don’t fill yourself up”. Ray took a big spoonful of cake and spitted at him with a mouthful “I know! I’m so excited!”.
Doing absolutely no exercise but a short morning-swim here and there, It took no more than two or three months for Ray to inflate like a balloon. He was already thick and wide before, but now he got so round and heavy, he was almost unrecognizable. He developed a huge gut and plump ass, and was completely oblivious of it.
Not until he came home for a visit, and met his surfer friends.