Chapter 5

It was morning of the last day of the trip. Valerie opened her eyes groggily. Her groaning belly had woken her up like on most mornings during the last week. It groaned from hunger and fullness like most of the time now. Her belly seemed to have gotten a life of it’s own and was demanding to be filled all the time now, giving a brief release only when Val was so stuffed she had trouble breathing.

-God I’m so hungry, she mumbled and struggled with her fat just to sit on the bed.

Crumbs and bits of food fell off her as she flooded forwards. Her belly was resting on the bed between her spread legs and even then pushed over halfway to her knees. The skin was shiny, almost transparent looking and filled with stretch marks. Big and wide ones that striped her belly vertically. Small ones that filled the gaps between the wider ones. Small red spots that were the beginnings of new ones.

There was so much new fat everywhere that Val felt almost like wearing some kind of fat suit. But it was all her. She cupped her breasts gently in her hands and tried to understand how they got so big. Soft fat bulged between her fingers and her hands covered barely half of her breasts even when she lifted them up. New rolls had formed at her sides and old ones were so much thicker Val was surprised each time she felt her hand sink in her fatness where there should have been air.

-I’ve gotten so so fat, she whishpered and bit her plump lip. Aroused and hungry again. Val heaved herself to the edge of the bed and searched for food.

Her hands were rubbing her monstrous belly instinctively to make room for the food that was about to enter her. For some days now Valerie had started to stockpile food in her cabin. It had started simply because on night she had realized that one tray, no matter how full of food, just wasn’t enough to cut it.

That night had been horrible: she had had to wait for the food to settle so much that she was able to get up and struggle her fat in her too small tent dress. Then waddle back to the snack and dessert stands hoping no one would spot the waddling behemoth, grab as much food as she could carry and then waddle back to her cabin. And by then the food had gone down so much that the second batch was barely enough to get her to the finish like.

Since that night Valerie had started to carry food in her cabin each time she returned there. She loved the thought that she had so much food in there she couldn’t gorge it all in during the hours of the night no matter how she struggled. Except for her last night on the ship.

Valerie realized to her horror (and arousal) that all the food was inside her, slowly (well not that slowly really) turning into more blubber. Somehow she had managed to cram the piles of food in before passing out. She started to get hazy recollections of the night before. The gluttony had just gone on and on, probably for hours and no matter how full she got, the pleasure was greater then the discomfort of her bloated stomach. She had lost any remains of any kind of willpower with food and had just forced more and more of it in her, wanting more food inside her. And then more. Always more.