Beached- Part 4

Gantu's weight gain might confuse whale sighting tours, but he's content finding his perfect vacation spot. Enjoy!

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"Hey, don't be too hard on them, big guy," Chad said, patting Gantu's blubbery flank. "They meant well."

"Hmph! How many beached whales do they see wearing trunks and eating ice cream?!" The enormous alien grumbled. He also knew exactly how this happened, too— he could just picture 625, that little trog, laughing his sandwiches off after putting in an alert about a distressed whale on the beach.

"Come on, I got your favorite…" the human next to Gantu coaxed, pushing an absurdly massive ice cream treat, stacked high with scoops of every flavor, which the enormous Kreplokian took grudgingly— he did perk up after a taste, however. 

Sprawled out on the sand, Gantu could understand why some might— at first glance, from a distance, if they had poor sight— confuse him for a beached whale. The rituals of Earth courtship were a bit lost on him, and he wasn't entirely sure it involved quite this much food, nor that it should have quite this much of an effect on his waistline. The well-toned muscles he had possessed were completely dwarfed by the size of him now— his arms, legs, chest and back had never been bigger, or more pliable and soft.

The massive layers of excessive blubber piled on to his frame, stretching out his leathery grey skin, bloated every single part of him— his belly pooled out on the sands as he laid atop it, thick waves lapping at the shoreline they formed, while the multiple folds of backfat pressed up against one another, fighting for room. All of that was dwarfed by the startling height and mass of his gigantic ass cheeks, a pair of enormous globes threatening the integrity of his last scrap of clothing keeping him decent, and giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "beach bum."

All the extra tons of soft, doughy weight, Gantu's head nearly eclipsed by his own extra chins and the way his pillowy chest bulged out around him as he laid on the sands, made it harder to waddle out down to the shore to cool off— being this big in Hawaii of all places left him in desperate need to cool down— but so long as Chad was there with more ice cream and sun lotion to rub deep into his blubbery folds, it wasn't so bad. Maybe he could, much like his waistline, stretch out this little vacation indefinitely.