Beyond the Looking Glass

Beyond the Looking Glass

Published by Davy544 · 2013-02-18T12:09:37+0000

For several reasons, i consider myself strange, out of the ordinary. First of all, I'm gay... something i've always hated about myself. Those kids you always hear about that try to kill themselves to seal the secret, that's me. You might have even heard about my attempt on the news, if you happen to live in the gloomy town of Marlborough, Massachusetts. Seriously, I don't think this place has seen direct sunlight in years, I didn't even know the sky was blue until I was 7. It's one hell of a bad place to live.
That is... until last week. Oh man, was it great! I'd give you a brief summary, but I'm trying to make this post as long as I can. I hate those extremely short stories on here... the length forces me to go back and find a new one. I just can't stand them. Oh, and just one more warning before things get good... if you're looking for a 'quicky' to read fast and get your 'business' out of the way... this story might not be the best one for you.
Alright, so... last week, my life changed forever, and by forever I mean the 'never going back' kind of forever. It all started out as a pretty normal day, the clouds were hiding the sun's trapped brightness, but it's summertime warmth was still able to force it's way through, causing the usual beach-goers to sweat voraciously through their overgrown beach-ball-sized bodies.
Oh yeah, i forgot to mention... i'm blessed with living in one of the northeast's most notorious 'tubby-towns'. Heck, the entire town's gotta make up over 10% of the state's body weight. Obese people from all over the state come to Marlborough to feel like they fit in with the rest of the population. I'm not one of them though, nobody in my family is... we're one of the 3 skinny families in the town. To fuck society up a bit more, we're made fun of for it; teased and picked on for our slim, in-shape bodies. It's made high school 2 years of hell so far, and I expected it to continue when school came back in session Monday.
I know what you're thinking, "Why not try to gain weight? Getting fat's an easy thing anyway, just sit on a couch, watch TV, and eat anything and everything in sight." Well, it's not so easy. I've tried several times over the years, and only once was it a success, and that was back in 4th grade when everybody puffs out a bit, plus it all went back to normal anyway. Anything you can think of to gain weight, I've done it.
Anyways, back to my story... where was I again? Oh yeah, the heat from the trapped sunlight was making the obese beach goers sweat ferociously. There were several of your typical morbidly obese families, but I was never one for those. No, i like the pudgy, not-too-overweight guys my age. The round, soft ones with tuffs of blond hair escaping from their tight swim trunks. Unfortunately, I've only seen one in this town, and I doubt he'd show up here. His name's Billy, and I don't think he's one that likes to show off his roundness like a bulging circus. My loss.
Either way, I still enjoyed the show, and I had the best seat to. Due to my family's slim stature, we take turns being the beach's life guard every few hours. From the high viewing point of the 'lifeguard's nest' as we called it, I could see everyone on the beach... but they couldn't see me. It was perfect to, because I never had to worry about hiding my throbbing boner. I could even jack myself off, and it was like being on the bathroom floor, complete privacy. The only thing I had to worry about was somebody coming up to ask me a question.
Most of the early part of the day was uneventful, although there was this one guy that seemed about my age... maybe 5 or 6 years older. He reminded me of a retired jock that lost his career and gained quite a belly. You'd expect jocks to have a hard mid-section, but this guy didn't. His enormous, slightly tan belly jerked at every step he took. It reminded me of those huge water balloons you'd fill up to their breaking point, all jiggly and round... it turned me the fuck on. After a few minutes of admiring, I got bored and started to fall asleep. Noticing my drowsiness, my older brother, Matt decided it'd be best if I took a break, and he took over.
This couldn't have happened at a better time, to. When my brother took over, I thought it'd be best if I just headed for the bathroom and 'calm my inner man' with my hand. Yeah, yeah, I know someone in the other stall could easily find out what was going on... but when a guy needs a release, his reasoning turns to shit.
As I was on my way to the stalls, the boy of my dreams passed me by... Billy, the boy with the tuffs of blond hair escaping through his skin-tight swim trunks... and man, were they escaping. I turned around to get a better look. He was running to the water, shirtless thank god. He looked as if he'd gained a fresh few pounds since I last saw him. Billy's backside was sporting 2 bulging love handles that shaked and jiggled with every giant step he took towards the sea. As he was running, I also noticed something to admire more... his beefy ass. His overly-tight swim trunks barely tried to conceal his perfectly-round bubble butt. I was drooling by this point.
Noticing my reactions, I took hold of myself, and played it cool by leaning up against a nearby tree trunk and pretending to watch the gloomy-gray clouds pass by. I quickly went back to admiring the beefy boy of my dreams as he enjoyed the water and I enjoyed him from afar. He seemed more lively and uncaring than i'd ever seen him, and it was definitely turning me on. There was no way of hiding my throbbing boner, and I didn't care, this was an opportunity I'd never let myself miss a single second of.
After about half an hour, Billy felt as though he'd had enough of the water and started to make his way out. Then, when I felt as though my fun were over, I noticed something that excited me almost to my breaking point. Billy was going commando... bless his fat-lined heart. I could see the clearly defined boundaries of his dick, about 10 inches and much wider than my own. To make things even better, he was heading my way. I tried my very best not to stare, and looked up at the clouds again. To get another glimpse, I looked back at Danny, who wasn't coming towards me after all... but to the bathroom instead.
Finally, my urges took over me, and i followed him to the bathroom. Several times, on the way, I bumped into people, not really even seeing them, my eyes fixated on my bulge-bellied boy.
When he disappeared into the bathroom, my judgements took over me. What was I supposed to do, run merrily to his bathroom stall, and make sweet, passionate love to him? I didn't even know if he was gay, let alone willing to have sex with someone he's only met on a few occasions.
As I reached the bathroom door, I leaned up against the exterior bathroom wall in an attempt to look cool again (but nobody looks cool waiting outside a bathroom). I decided to wait outside of the bathroom until Billy came out. When he did, I'd strike up a conversation with him, you know, talk about school or what the psychology homework was... it seemed a good idea at the time.
Several minutes went by, and several people came out of the bathroom; an obese man with elephant-sized swim trunks, one of the kids from one of the other skinny families in town, and an old guy in an electronic wheelchair (how he rides on the sand i'll never know). Not a single one of them was Billy. I began to get worried... who takes this much time to piss?
I quickly gathered my courage, and ran into the bathroom. The sweet smell of man odor dominated my senses, and drove me crazy. In the spur of the moment, I yelled, "Billy Mathers!". No one answered. I yelled again, "Billy Mathers!". Still nothing. Quickly, I knocked on every stall in the bathroom, and still nobody answered. Something was wrong. There was no back door, all of the windows were closed, and much to small for Billy to squeeze his pudgy body through... there was no place for Billy to exit, other than the front door. Nothing seemed to add up.
The excitement had also gotten the very best of me, and in a fury of the moment, I ran to the handicap stall, unzipped my pants, and let my hand take me to paradise.
A few seconds after I came, my eyes slowly opened, revealing a mirror I could have sworn wasn't there before. Of course, who can notice anything when your dick does all of the thinking for you? I slowly picked myself up, and wiped my cum on some toilet paper. After I flushed the stuff down the toilet, my mind fixated back to the mirror. Still butt naked, I walked towards the mirror and stared at myself, moving my lanky, unattractive body in a catwalk-like fashion. I hated every part of myself; my tiny dick (no more than 3 inches soft), my small, emotionless eyes, my flaking lips, my underdeveloped ass, and my flat stomach.
I couldn't control myself anymore. Tears came running down my bony cheeks, and my puppy dog whimpers could be heard through the entire beach. I opened my hand-covered eyes and looked at myself in the mirror again. I pictured myself as a butt-naked Billy, with a meaty ass, protruding belly, cute, sky-blue puppy dog eyes, and well-fed man boobs. The dream.
I went back to sobbing myself, when suddenly I felt the strangest sensation I'd ever felt in my life. I felt like an inflating balloon, ever inch of my body growing more filled by the minute. I quickly set my fingers down and looked into the mirror. It was really happening, I was turning into Billy. I could see the transformation right before my very eyes... I was fattening up like a pig. The sensation of the fat entering my body was one of absolute ecstasy, a pleasure so gratifying, one could never put it into words. I watched myself inflate to the size of Billy, in fact I watched myself inflate to a Billy that was about 9 or so pounds heavier than the Billy I saw out on the beach. I didn't complain though. When the transformation neared its end though, i noticed that my dick hadn't changed it's size, and I imagined Billy's 10 inch cock, thickened by excessive overeating. As soon as I'd imagined it, the sensation quickly moved to my groin area, and I groaned in extreme pleasure. I could feel my dick turn into a full-grown cock, extending outwards to it's final 10 inch long size. As the entire transformation reached it's end, I felt what seemed like an orgasm throughout my entire body. Every sense in my now-overweight body pulsated, I couldn't hold in the pleasure any longer, I screamed in ultimate ecstasy, and fell to the bathroom floor with a thump.
As I hit the floor, my new-found fatness jiggled like 220 pounds of jell-o. I smiled the biggest grin in my life, and lay down on the dirty, slimy bathroom floor, and fondled my belly. It was as soft as I'd imagined it would be, like one big balloon of vanilla pudding. I started making imaginary snow angels on the scummy bathroom floor, and took in every breathtaking second of my new-found body. After several minutes of making imaginary snow angels on the bathroom floor, I sat up, and took a good, long look at my new self in the mirror. I was officially him, I was officially Billy; his chubby cheeks were now mine, his ocean-blue eyes were now mine, his protruding, pudgy belly was now mine, his swollen moobs were now mine, and... i stood up and turned myself around. I gave a good, long look at my ass, my beautiful new bubble butt, and smiled a wicked kind of smile. Sometimes, life can be like heaven if one looks at it through a looking glass.