Chapter 4, Part 2: Writer’s Blo(b)

Isaac and Celeste got their beach gear together in a wagon with “all-terrain wheels”, loaded up their car, and drove over to the nearby beach. It wouldn’t have necessarily been far to walk, but Isaac and Celeste both agreed it would be a pain having to haul the wagon back once they were tired at the end of the day, so car was it. It was a beautiful day, and they rolled down the windows of their car to enjoy the natural breeze.

If this had been a weekend day, the pier would have been packed. However, it was midweek when school was still in session, so the crowd was a little bit less. Celeste pulled into a parking space right by the boardwalk entrance and hopped out to unload their wagon. Isaac hesitated in his seat for a moment, anxiety washing over him that his outfit was too tight again, but finally joined his wife outside.

“Ooh, what should we do first, honey bear?” Celeste giggled excitedly.

The boardwalk food was absolutely overwhelming Isaac’s senses, flooding his nose with the smell of greasy deep-fried delights and sugary-sweet confections. His stomach growled despite his attempts to act unaffected by this.

“I don’t know love, today’s a trip for you.” He smiled and took the handle of their wagon. “So why don’t you lead the way?”

Celeste grinned, then trotted off toward the walk. Isaac followed behind dragging the wagon, which made him feel like his already big personal space bubble looked even bigger. But he was going to try focusing on just being present with Celeste, and not worry so much about how other people were going to see him.

The first stop they made was in front of an ice-cream and custard stand. Celeste gazed up at the menu board intently as he came to a stop beside her.

“Hm, which do you think sounds better, Melting Mint Chip or Peanut Butter Rocky Road?”

“Honestly those both sound amazing,” Isaac laughed.

Celeste’s eyes lit up. Without warning, she approached the counter and spoke to the cashier.

“Hi there, can we get a mega cone of the Melting Mint Chip and a mega cone of the Peanut Butter Rocky Road?”

Oh geez, what in the world was a mega cone? Isaac quickly scanned the menu and found that mega cone was one of the four sizes—and of course, the largest of them. It looked like about four scoops worth of choose-your-flavor ice cream in what seemed like a waffle cone with a crispy cone dish on top, making it resemble some proud ice-cream torch to carry around the boardwalk.

Celeste looked extremely proud of herself as she walked back over carrying their mega cones. “I solved my own problem—just get them both! Which you wanna try first?”

He plucked the mint chip from her grasp and licked it. Even with a small taste, little flecks of melting chocolate danced on his tongue against a fresh herbal backdrop. As he did this, his wife motioned them towards one of the many benches that allowed tourists to sit and enjoy the view.

“How is it?” Celeste asked.

“Oh it’s—it’s really good,” Isaac said around a second bite. “Totally worth it.”

“You wanna try the peanut butter? Swap?”

Isaac felt a childish urge to just keep the mint, but he obliged and swapped cones with Celeste. He would have thought this was only peanut butter-flavored if he didn’t know better, but the nuts and marshmallow pieces glittered deliciously under the coating of the ice cream containing them. He took a bite and found a rich mixture of peanut butter, pecan, and cashew flooding his mouth, with the sweet sugar contrast of the marshmallow fluff throughout. Beside him, Celeste gave a delighted “Mm!” tasting the mint next to him.

“Which one do you think tastes best?” Celeste asked. “I knew these would be amazing, everyone raves about them.”

“I can’t pick,” Isaac said, and he honestly couldn’t. The delighted feeling that he had of enjoying the treats had him consumed in the moment, and he wanted to eat BOTH of them. He went back in for another delicious mouthful, and Celeste daintily licked the mint.

“Haha, it seems like you’re pretty attached to that one,” Celeste said, “so I’ll let you keep eating.”

Isaac looked up for a second and flashed her a peanut-butter coated smile. “Thanks.” Then he set back to the task of tacking the mega cone rocky road.

This proved to be no small feat. All in all, Isaac guessed that the serving was about five or six solid scoops of ice cream, and it was a warm day. The ice cream melted even in the shade, and Isaac found himself continually lapping at a mini mountain of melted peanut butter cream. Once he finished the scoops in the upper “bowl,” he began to half-eat, half-drink the ice cream for the remaining bottom cone.

He felt how pleasantly cool and full his stomach was as he popped the last bite of the dessert in his mouth. Isaac must have eaten it quickly, because as he rested a hand on his stomach he could see that Celeste had finished one, MAYBE two of the scoops in a possibly six-scoop serving. There was much more melted ice cream in the waffle cone reservoir that kept it from dripping, softening up the cone itself. She seemed to lap at it idly.

“Hey honey,” Celeste said. “I’m getting a bit full from this, do you want to finish it?”

“Of course,” Isaac said before he could stop himself. He held out his hand for the second massive cone of his day, and when Celeste handed it to him he immediately tipped the cone back into his mouth to slurp up some of the melted liquid. This added just a slight pressure to his stomach, but it wasn’t anything really unusual to him. He simply chomped his way through the warmer (therefore easier-to-eat) mint chocolate chip and handed Celeste back the empty container. NOW Isaac was starting to feel bloated.

Celeste stood up from the bench now and looked towards the sand. “That was a perfect chilling treat, but I’m ready to sun a little bit. Want to go set up with our stuff?”

Isaac hauled himself to his feet with more effort than he expected and arched his back, stretching briefly. “That sounds great,” he said. “Being a writer, well, you don’t get a lot of sun that way.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to put lots of sunscreen on you,” she giggled.

He grabbed the wagon, she took his hand, and they rolled out into the sand.

They essentially had their pick of spots. There was a very nice spot, close to the water but far enough to still have dry sand. Isaac stopped when Celeste bounced lightly on a spot. “Right here, right here!” she laughed.

Isaac smiled, always happy to see his wife’s excitement, her “joie de vivre.” He pulled the umbrella out of the wagon and staked it into the sand as Celeste laid out two huge beach towels. Then she put a folding chair on top of each to hold each towel down, then began to strip off her minimal cover up.

He sat in one of the folding chairs and felt its legs sink into the sand when his heavy rear hit the seat, but it still felt amazing to be sat on the beach. Isaac let out a sign he hadn’t realized he was holding in, then felt a tickle. He looked down and realized WHAT the sensation was: his stomach.

The shirt he had been wearing that (just barely) covered his stomach when they were at home was already insufficient now. He felt the hem tighten around the bottom curve of his stomach and begin to slide up, a few centimeters at a time. Isaac tried not to react to this, but it was making him squirm inside. Celeste, oblivious to this, began to spray sunscreen on herself.

“You wanna take that shirt off so that I can get you sunscreened up?” Celeste asked. Isaac, startled, looked up at her.

“Do you—uhh—do you want me to?” he asked, feeling vulnerably aware of his whole body.

“Well yeah silly,” she giggled. “Why would I have asked if I didn’t? We don’t DO the skin cancer thing around here after all.”

Isaac couldn’t help a chuckle. Always so thoughtful, even if he felt like his flaws were laid bare. Besides, he usually didn’t get much sun, preferring to stay under the umbrella and enjoy warm summer winds with a good nap. He heaved himself to his feet, feeling the t- shirt awkwardly slide up another inch or two on his bulging gut as he pushed himself up from the tight beach chair. With a huff, he peeled the shirt off and found a sudden wash of relief in not having his stomach constricted any longer.

With that, Celeste proceeded to spray down first his back, then his chest, and finally his belly. Isaac absolutely adored her warm, soft hands rubbing tender sunscreen circles into his skin. With his belly, she finished it off by hooking a finger into his navel, rubbing a little circle around the navel’s circumference, then removing her finger with a “pop” sound from her lips. She giggled before spraying a bit of sunscreen into her hand and rubbing it vigorously onto his cheeks, grinning.

“There,” she trilled, “ready to stay safe in the sun!”

Isaac was absolutely enthralled by his darling wife through this, and all he could do was give her his traditional puppy dog smile of adoration. She set the bottle of sunscreen down, put both hands on the sides of his belly, and pulled him in for a kiss. A zing of thrilling pleasure accompanied the smooth, sensual gesture.

Like the tease she always was, Celeste took advantage of Isaac’s momentary distraction to push him back down to the sand. His center of gravity off balance from having his weight pulled around, he just fell like a heavy blob on his butt. And the force of shaking around his fat in not so forgiving shorts that were just holding on to begin with meant that something would have to give.

In short: he split the seam of his bathing suit.

Celeste simply smiled, looking down at him with a devious glint in her eye.

“Why don’t you stay here, honey,” she cooed. “You look like you could use a rest.” With a wink, she turned and trotted off to the lapping waves at the sand’s edge.

Isaac thought it was funny she told him to take a rest when he was, factually, the most erect he had ever been in his life. But she knew that Isaac wouldn’t get up to follow her in his blown-out shorts, exposing how fat he truly was to the public, and had completely blue-balled him. God did he love her succubus-like charm and devilish edging. He knew in that moment, Celeste truly was the only woman in the world who could drive him this crazy with love.

And he never wanted it to end.

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Author’s note: I finally got the momentum to write the second half of what I ORIGINALLY wanted to post as chapter 4.

Chapter 5 will be a continued stuffing bonanza on the beach as Celeste continues her culinary boardwalk journey, Isaac coping with an onslaught of food and indulgence along the way. I hope it flows okay to have specific days in their relationship that span out over multiple chapters, I never know how long a good/satisfying chapter should be when I have so many specific ideas. Maybe if you want comment me a fair/boardwalk/fast food you want Isaac to “help her finish off” and I’ll use it for the next chapter’s food of choice. Okay thanks, byeeee