Waves quietly crashed against the shore. Tach was spread out on a beach chair wearing a lose pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. His paws rested on his pudgy belly as he watched beach-goers wander by. A slender dark brown and white vixen in a black shiny bikini separated from the crowd and strode over to him.

"Hi there cutie," she announced once she had reached the edge of the chair. She knelled down to the level of the chair and ran one claw gently up Tach's stomach. His fur stood on end as a excited chill ran though his body. "Come here often?"

"Well, no, actually, I", Tach stammered as the vixen pulled him from the chair.

She cut him off, clapping her paws together, "Then you're new!" The vixen moved close and whispered into his ear, "Then let me be the first to welcome you."

Tach blinked in surprise as she suddenly kissed him deeply. He staggered back slightly before recovering his stance and wrapping his arms around her. The world around them seemed to fade as Tach noted the faint taste of chocolate. As they embraced the flavor began to grow stronger. It tickled Tach from the tufts of his ears to the bottom of his feet. The vixen reached under his shirt and began to lightly tickle his stomach fur as they continued.

She gently pulled away from him and took a step back, studying him carefully. Tach simply stood there as she looked him over, stunned into silence from the kiss and the lingering chocolate flavor. A frown crossed her features.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, then decided against it and moved back towards Tach. She grabbed onto his shoulders and kissed him deeply once again to his surprise. He moaned lightly though the kiss as the chocolate taste once again rebounded though his body, this time even stronger. She held on much longer this time before pushing away.

Tach stood there unsteadily licking his lips as the waves of chocolate finished rushing over him. As he tried to steady himself he noticed that the vixen was once again regarding him, although now with a bemused grin. She reached out with a single finger, running it down his shirt and once again sending a chill though his body.

She leaned forward and whispered, "I love it when my kitties let themselves go..."

Tach blushed and stepped backwards, "What do you mean?"

She moved forward, lifting his shirt poking him in the stomach. "Why this, you have such a cute tiny belly. It'd be a shame if you didn't feed it."

Tach glanced down towards her finger. His previously pudgy stomach now seemed to be covered with an extra plush layer of fat, protruding within the still somewhat loose Hawaiian shirt. As he gazed at his new fluffiness he could swear his stomach was still growing even larger, although slowly. He began to stammer, "What?"

She silenced him with a finger. "Hush now my pudgy kitty." She leaned in and gave him a good lick on the nose.

A chocolate explosion inundated Tach's senses. For a moment the entire world was chocolate, and he was simply an unworthy vessel for its magnificence. A warmth began to fill his stomach as the world seemed to melt around him. A sudden squeezing of his stomach and the soft pop of a button brought him back to reality.

Tach stared down at his stomach as it slowly swelled out of the confines of the shirt. The bottom button had already gone and the next one was already under a great deal of tension. He reached down to try and hold the swelling mass within, but it was no use. His increasing bulk only succeeded in pushing his fattening fingers apart.

He looked back up at the vixen, who looked like she was having the time of her life. She reached out and kneaded his expanding paunch as the second button blew off. Tach moaned slightly as her caresses continued. She licked her lips, "Still so tiny. Let's fix that."

She pressed her lips against his and grabbed tightly onto Tach's shoulders. Tach's eyes rolled back as an oceans worth of chocolate seemed to wash over him. He was dimly aware of his paws being pushed apart by his expanding stomach. The buttons on his shirt blew off in rapid fire as his stomach exceeded its confines and began to sag downward. His fattening arms began to pull at the sleeves, the stitches around his shoulders creaking and popping from the strain. His paunch began to press into and conform around the vixen as the caloric influx continued. His shorts ripped apart as his hips, ass, and legs grew; the button tearing off and the zipper ripping apart. The vixen moved back once again and Tach fell backwards as she released her grip, unused to his new center of gravity. He landed directly back on the beach chair which promptly collapsed under his new weight.

She looked down at him, grinning wildly as his body continued to expand. Tach blinked in confusion, straining to push himself back into a sitting position. He managed to prop himself up enough to see over his swelling mountain of a stomach. Glancing around he realized the beach was suddenly empty except for the vixen and himself. In the distance, a giant wave was rising from the ocean. Everything seemed to slow down. A loud buzzing noise reached his ears as the wave crashed over the beach, splashing over the both of them and sending the world into darkness.

Tach gasped, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. The alarm clock could be heard buzzing its head off on the nightstand. He punched wildly in that direction until the alarm silenced with a dull thump from his pudgy paw. The dream rapidly faded from his mind, although he could swear that the taste of chocolate still lingered on his lips.

He groaned as he tried to sit up, but despite his best efforts compressing his stomach proved impossible. He flopped back onto the bed. He could swear he felt even fatter than he was last night as he pawed at his stomach. His stomach still felt full, as if he'd been snacking all night, but he still felt hungry. Grunting he managed to roll onto one side and push himself off of the bed. He wobbled unsteadily as he stood, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He looked down at his pajamas. He could have sworn there were more buttons attached before he went to sleep. Once again there was a little flag sticking out of his belly button. He pawed at it and it fell to the floor. It felt harder to reach than the last one. Tach grabbed onto his stomach and rubbed the expanse, now fairly certain it was in fact bigger than yesterday. Worry began to fill his mind as to how big it would look in a couple of hours.

He still couldn't explain it, and he dare not tell anyone. He had thought the first flag a food induced hallucination, but their constant reappearance strongly suggested otherwise. Worse, they were appearing with even greater frequency. He hadn't seen any other 'invisible' food since the diner incident last month, but he was pretty sure he was still being haunted or cursed or whatever. Every time he woke with a flag embarrassingly wedged into his bellybutton Tach would find himself wracked with a ravenous hunger. He'd then spend several hours desperately stuffing food into his face, not stopping until his stomach began to ache.

A sudden jab of hunger ended his navel gazing. He waddled towards the kitchen, mentally listing all the food remaining before he'd have to go out and get more...

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