Bathym the Beach Bum- Part 2

After a few weeks of indulgence, Bathym is starting to notice the effects being a beach bum can have. He'll have just one more day, though, he promises. Enjoy!

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Bathym huffed, hiking up his pants over increasingly wide thunder thighs and an ass that wouldn't quit- growing, that is. His sentient, demonic tail writhed around irritably, pointedly looking up at the canine transient, who was carrying the latest of many, many ice cream treats on this vacation, one in each hand.

"Don't be dramatic, Tail-chan," Bathym snapped, grumbling as his widened thighs and bouncing butt forced him into a bit of a waddle. "So things have gotten a bit… excessive, but as soon as I'm back at the Colosseum, I'll get back into shape, you'll see."

He didn't know who he was trying to convince, really- the damage a week of indulgent snacks, huge meals plied to him by admirers and fans, and doing nothing but lounging by the pool or the beach had a pronounced effect on Bathym. His legs and ass were by far the most changed, now overly ripe with how round and plump they were, but the rest of his body had also inflated, with a round potbelly that bounced against his hips with each step, his toned muscles in his arms and chest now soft and wrapped in a layer of soft plush. Bathym enjoyed being pampered, to say the least, and the more attention the other resort guests gave him, the  more he basked in it- and all the free food that came with it.

"Look, Tail-chan," Bathym began to explain, pushing his tail back with his arm as he focused on his treats, biting into a popsicle. "I couldn't turn down any of the snacks or gifts my many admirers gave me- I mean, that's just rude. We'll be traveling back to Tokyo tomorrow, but in the mean time, I can't just let these go to waste after someone bought them for me," he gestured to his popsicles, devouring them. "It's not like I'm too big for the plane, or anything."