Bite Sized: Beach Bum

Kidd never really liked her uncle. That's not to say she hated the man, she was just... indifferent to him.
In fact, it was only due to his deep dislike of his own wife and children that he left his considerable fortune and wonderful seaside beach house to Kidd out of spite when he passed away. 

Not that Kidd was complaining in the slightest. It had just come as a shock to her all those years ago. One moment she was the hardest working member of the university Swim Team, dealing with a troublesome boyfriend, trying to write seven papers in three days, and nearly starving herself to pay for her education. And the next, she was lounging on the ivory sand of her new home, her life settled somewhere between 'comfortable' and 'hedonistic'. No need to work, no need to stress, she'd broken up with the whiny loser, and she was loving it. The sun beat down on her toned, exhausted body, and it was like she was revived, refreshed. 'This is a life worth living', she had initially thought to herself, flicking her long cluster of bangs out of the way of her sunglasses. No need to ruin the view of the vast shimmering ocean after all. She'd never get tired of seeing that.

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As it turns out, though, a big blue puddle can only hold someone's attention for a few minutes to a few hours before they go stir crazy and want something else to do instead. So, Kidd's tanning/relaxation sessions soon became a snacking/napping period. And as her time at her new place elongated, so did her trips to her little bit of shore, where a large pitcher of iced sweet tea and a bag of 'Big Mama Munchies' chips took a vacation of their own at her sides... and soon enough in her stomach. 

Of course, she took trips into the sea itself, as just sitting next to it wearing such an alluring two piece would just be teasing the poor thing. But as the months went by, Kidd found herself more and more likely to just pull out her tablet and watch cartoons and soaps rather than stretch out her legs in the drink. 
And that's when she started to feel her suit get a little tighter...

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Age 23 and a millionaire, Kidd was expected to spend her cash more lavishly by onlookers and peers. But the simple things seemed to have tided her over for the past five years. Those simple things being 90 ounce sodas (20 cents a refill if you brought back the cup), and gas station burgers (you know, while in Rome... fill up your Thirsty Tub and get lunch at the same time).
One of each sat at her side now, in fact, while she rubbed suntan oil on her arms. She rubbed it in, kneading her plush upper arms like pizza dough, getting down deep, to where she could almost feel the remains of her well toned muscles under the thick layer of fat she'd been applying to herself daily, much like her oil. 

Yeah, she knew she'd put on a bit of weight, but it wasn't so bad. Sure, she had to replace her swim suit so many times that her hips were on a 'killing spree', and the gal at 'Beach Gear' warned her that she would have to go to the plus sized, and much less fashionable shop when she outgrew this one. Sure, her butt rippled and jiggled at the slightest movement, or even a heavy breeze, while lounging. And, yes, her old long chair DID snap under her, when she tried to go out after a particularly large dinner with her best friend (The Seafood menu from 'The Plump Oyster'). BUT... she didn't really care. 

Who'd she have to look skinny for? She could take care of herself. If she ever wanted a man around for her own needs, she'd get one that was fine with her new soft figure. She'd be the one calling the shots, after all.
She'd be-

Then she saw someone... no, TWO people walking down HER beach. This was supposed to be private, who could?

Kidd's heart nearly stopped. 

"Oh God, don't notice me..." She whined, flipping over onto her stomach. It spread out underneath her, pushing into the malleable sand, while her plump chest sat between her cushioned arms. And as she feared, her rump, squeezed into already tight bottoms, began to wobble more ferociously than before with the haste of her actions. She needed to get in a different position. She began to push herself to her knees, when she caught a glimpse of who it was. 

Owen. The same whiny loser she'd dumped 5 years ago. But he was with another girl. A thin girl with huuuuuuge tits. Kidd didn't even get a look at her hair color. It wasn't important. Only those huge blouse bunnies caught her attention. She looked down at her own, and got a twinge of regret. Of all the places she'd fattened up, her chest had gotten the least out of it. She'd never really cared til this moment.


"No- Don't come over here..." She muttered, quickly plopping down on her bottom, bouncing slightly while it cushioned her more than the soft sand could have hoped. Of course he was with a pretty woman, while she was here, fat, lazy, and washed up.
But the gods didn't answer her plea, and with a look of shock, Owen finally got a look at her face and began to drag his date with him.

"Aah! Fuck. Fuck." Kidd tugged at her sports bra, trying to cover some of her overflowing gut, but it just kept popping back up. Not like it would hide the fact it was pooling on her porky thunder thighs, or that her lovehandles tag teamed with her hips obliterated any chance of showing her bottoms even HAD a side band.

"Kidd?" Owen asked as he got closer. "Is that-"

"Oh, hey, Owen, how long's it been? Five years?" She interrupted. She didn't want to here that he could barely recognize her. She attempted to draw her knees up to her chin, but she only got a few inches before her tubby stomach couldn't give anymore, and her thighs refused to give up their sizable territory either.

Owen looked at her, taking her in. "Yeah, that's about right... so... it looks like the years have been...umm... you look reaaallly tanned." Owen was grasping for compliments. This made Kidd feel even worse if he'd just said "Wow, bitch, you got fat." 

The pair of tits on legs didn't seem to want to be around Kidd though. Maybe she thought some calories would rub off on her. She tugged at Owen's arm until his feet started to move away.

"Oh, well, nice seeing you!" He shouted. 

Kidd didn't reply. She just waved, a look of horror on her face. And she could swear as the Boob-wagon walked away she said "THAT'S the girl in your photos? She's let herself go huh?"

Kidd looked down for a while, hands still wrapped around her knees. She felt like a hippo now. A hippo with a cute outfit... but a hippo none the less.

"Maybe... maybe it's time I went on a diet..."

This sentiment mixed with her deep humiliation, almost forced her to change that day...
But instead, she reached down for her burger and unwrapped it, then ended it's poor greasy existence in a few seconds. 

"Nah, fuck it!" She about bellowed, reaching for her Thirsty Tub before plopping onto her back. "I almost forgot. I'm RICH. I win."

And Kidd slapped her tummy, watching the tanned mass dance violently. "Suck it, Owen. I'm gonna be fat AND happy."