Chapter 4

After the first day of Val’s cruise things only got worse - or better depending on the viewpoint. Val beat her previous day’s eating record each day and managed to gorge an ever increasing amount of food in her growing body. Her time on the ship was becoming a hazy blur of binges separated by either napping or rubbing her overfed belly on the sundeck while nibbling on chips or chocolate (she didn’t even count that as eating).

Valerie’s already fat body accepted the onslaught of calories with ease and grew so fast she was visibly fatter each night than she was in the morning when she woke up. Only after the first week her dresses and skirts started to feel a bit snug which was simply amazing since they had been very loose at the beginning of the trip.

Each night Val smuggled a trayful of sweets in her cabing and topped herself off no matter how much she’d managed to gorge during the day. It would turn her on to no end being already so fat and full she was having trouble making the trip to her cabing with the tray, yet still forcing more food in her bloated belly.

Day number 13 started like her last three days on the ship: waddling to the breakfast buffets right after waking up, carrying as much food as she could carry back to her cabin and then quickly and greedily eating all of it while fondling her growing rolls that had dozens of angry red new stretch marks. Val was getting so out of shape that even lifting her flabby arms to feed herself was making her out slightly out of breath, which only managed to turn her on more.

Val then absent mindedly sloshed on her back and waited her fat to settle so she could help herself to the first climax of the day when she realized her lower belly had finally grown so big - along with her overflowing thighs - that it just wasn’t going to work. Val felt a sudden flush of frustration, fear and most of all a whole new level of arousal she had never felt before. Surely it was because she was so incredibly bloated all the time and had just eaten more, but still - she was getting too fat to handle herself. Too fat to pleasure herself. Now she’d just would have to eat herself to climax.

-Better not waste time sitting in here then, she told herself and heaved herself up with a lot of effort and soon headed out her cabin to the buffets.

This time with a whole new kind of hunger. By noon she had eaten without stopping for over three hours and finally felt full enough to retire to her cabin with two bags full of cinnamon buns, donuts, eclairs, cookies and pies.

An hour of napping and then back to the buffets with her new friends who had just woken up and had no idea Val had already eaten more than any of her eating buddies did in two whole days.

-Hey Valerie! Are you up for a brunch today? We just woke up starving, partying all night at the nightclub takes out your juices, Mike the spokesperson for the group hollered when he saw Val waddling slowly in the corridor, taking almost all of the space just by herself.

-*pant* Hi Mike! *pant* Yeah I’m really hungry, haven’t eaten just about anything today. But could you guys give me a break with the food fetching turns? *pant pant* I’m getting so fat I don’t want to spend any time on my feet if I can avoid it, she gasped and managed a cute smile.

-Sure Val, no problem. If I hadn’t seen you every day, I wouldn’t believe how much fatter you’ve gotten on the cruise. No wonder you don’t want to stay on your feet babe, Mike laughed.

The whole group of fatties had become good enough friends to admit freely that they were all getting fatter during the cruise. None of them like Val though and Val never told them how much more she was eating when she was alone or in her cabin masturbating with food.