Chapter 2

Time passed quickly for Brie as she settled into her new routine. Sleep late until 9 AM, weigh in and measure with Divac, gorge at a huge breakfast buffet until 10, head for the spa for a massage and pedicure while snacking continuously, eat a massive midday meal around noon, siesta until 3PM, lounge in the pool at the swim up bar, perpare for dinner in her dress bikini and new jewelry, then parade to the evening dinner and ball, which lasted until the wee hours, then sleep. No responsibilities, no pressure - just gluttonous gorging and expanding, and getting paid. Already she had ordered a new car and a big screen and was saving for a condo.

After 10 months, her new friend and mentor Cathy had gotten so heavy that she required a scooter to get around the resort. Cathy's belly was huge, soft and hanging, and she diasapeared into Divac's private quarters almost every night. Said Cathy grinning deviously, "I guess I should tell you, Divac gave me an extra cut of 500 British pounds per pound for every pound you gain, so I have been really trying to extra hard to make you extra fat." The bottom heavy girl that arrived with Brie had larded on 50 pounds, all on her hips and thighs, but cashed out and headed back home with her 50,000 British pounds. Some of the other newbie girls has bulked up a little and headed home, but new ones always showed up in search of cash, and ended up with soft rolls, fat bellies and an extra load of junk in their trunk. Other longer tenured guests grew and grew and grew.

Brie was now well over 300 pounds, and her belly rolls hung heavily over her latest bikini, folding over and completely covering the fabric. Her arms and legs had blown up and the fat rolls on her sides were stacked 3 high. And her wide ass now was a huge shelf and plenty of cellulite. Brie had been resisting getting a new bikini since the heavy, mean old "bikini matron" had smirked at her and said, "Wow dearie you are really turning into a full fat piggy," when she exchanged her last one at the clothing store. However after dinner that night the bikini ripped, spilling more of her belly flesh downwards like a waterfall of fat. When this happened, Cathy and her friends pointed and laughed loudly at Brie while they did large tequila shots. "You're not a size 12 anymore Brie, get a new bikini!" Cathy yelled. So she had to exchange the bikini.

The matron saw her coming and smirked again. "Well dear you need another do you, that belly will never leave you if you don't stop now." Brie said, "I can lose it once I leave here rich!" The matron cackled loudly, fitted her with a new bikini and said, "That's what you think dearie! You are big forever! I know the type and you are it! Hey I think you are getting a split crease below that huge navel of yours honey - It won't be long now fatty!"

Brie was rattled so she waddled and jiggled as fast as she could back to the bar for several drinks, gasping out of breath and sweating heavily the whole way in the tropical night air. From behind a line of trees, she noticed Cathy riding her scooter out of the courtyard near Divac's hacienda, looking bigger, slower and heavier than ever and her face was flushed from some kind of physical activity. As Brie looked down and examined her own belly, which has become a true fat bag. She noticed it was hanging very low, was very heavy and she also noticed that there was indeed a crease forming below the huge navel - the old hag was right.

Six months later in the morning after the usual weigh in and measurement, she lay on a beach chair, her huge belly distended out before her, resting on her mottled, rippled fat thighs. Her legs now completely rubbed together when she walked and her thighs had side rolls, which Brie never thought possible, and her breasts were very heavy. "I am really getting super heavy," she thought and smiled as she looked at her bank statement - the cash was rolling in. In the mirror this morning she noticed that her wide fat bag almost covered her dimpled knees.

Brie had gone through several bikinis and the matron now just smirked and chuckled in an evil manner when she exchanged them. She was actually thinking about getting a scooter, as Cathy had done. Cathy and several of her ballooning lazy friends rode them and seemed so comfortable. Cathy had been giving Brie double doses of the weight gain shake. Fat Cathy was not only heavier than ever (up to 450 pounds), but had diamond rings, necklaces and pendants hanging all over her that probably weighed as much as she did.

Brie's weight was now 390 pounds and Divcac had seemed completely excited this morning. As she dozed poolside, a waiter came up to her, fondled her huge belly suggestively to wake her, and presented her with a gold invitation. "Excuse me Miss Brie," he said formally but with a smirk, "Mr. Divac requests your presence in his private quarters right away."