chapter 2 : the village

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Walking forever.
My stomach started making sloshing sounds as I moved further into the jungle, filling each crevice of my stomach with sugary creamy booze. I hiccuped and burped, and heard a noise beside me. I realized that a younger man was following beside me and I must have made him jump back with the belch. This is why I dont make many friends, I guess.
This person was very interesting looking. He wore dull orange cloth and was quite scrawny. Most definitely someone from one of those tribes I heard of. Yes! I was hoping to see them.

The man spoke in a language I never heard of. "I dont understand what youre saying."
He started talking again and I tried to explain to him again.

A pause.
Then he smiled and started talking again - this time grabbing his stomach (or lack thereof) and looked intently at me.
Hmm...
"Hungry?" i asked out loud, motioning to my own stomach. The man smiled again and spoke a bit louder, motioning to my belly. "Oh, hungry!" I smiled, and the man exclaimed something happily. He walked right in front of me and touched my belly with his hand... Weird... Then he started running, calling out agead of him. He must have really been jogging, but he may as well have been sprinting, there was no way I would be able to keep up with him. My walk turned into a faster stumbly pace - partially from being tipsy and partially from being naturally uncoordinated. After a sweaty few minutes, I stumbled into a clearing, sweating like a pig. There was an entire village looking over at me. There was a long pause, enough for me to take in the huts and the people.
They looked like what you would expect an isolated tribe to look like. But I was expecting more hostile, this seemed like a well working village. There were children and families, and nobody seemed to be violent.

A group walked towards me, joined by the man who was walking with me. He was excitedly speaking with the group, motioning to me and to his belly. Oh god, are they going to eat me? I started to panic. There doesnt seem to be any signs of cannobolism... Yet.

A woman in the group put her hand on my belly the same way the man did, and then another did. "Uhh... Hungry? I asked him if he was hungry." When I started speaking they pulled their jand away and watched. I smiled and held my belly. They seem to like it. The group starts talking again and this time with agreeing tones. I nod questioningly and they talk at me and copy my nod and my belly hold.

Everyone in the town seems happy. A tribe member walks up behind me and holds a bowl of fruits and berries. Some are familiar looking and some arent. Fuck it, Ill still eat it. The tribe gets louder and sounds pleased. The small group of tribesmen travel slowly ahead, leading me to a fire that has an entire pig on a spit. They sit me down with everyone and give me a fatty piece of the back the size of my head, plus a jug of what tastes like a fermented juice. It is almost as sweet as my pina colada but less boozy tasting. Nonetheless, it must be their version of alcohol because after 10 minutes I begin to feel a bit dizzy and queezy. I keep eating though. "Oh boy, can I ever feel that buffet food now" I mumble. This reminded me of the cruise ship, they must be leaving soon. I would have to leave now.

... Mmm...

But this pig is really good... And this drink is making me feel really good... Was there a drug in this? I would expect all that food in me to absorb the alcohol but that seems to be making no difference. I start to lose feeling of my face, which seems to make chewibg and swallowing less noticable, allowing me to mindlessly eat as I look around. When I move my head around too fast my vision seems to blur a bit, and its becoming harder to focus on my thoughts and surroundings.

I barely finish my hunk of pig back before the drink really started affecting my coordination. My head feeling very heavy, I look around to see tribe members continuing to eat and occasionally refilling my cup.
... I guess they are not cannibals.

Thank god for that....
I would be screwed right now...
Wait... Am i saying this out loud ? ..."

2 tribesmen seemed to have gotten closer to me to see how I was doing, maybe wondering what I was just slurring about. I look over from them and roll my heavy head a few times, giggling at the feeling it gave me, like I am on a spinning amusement park ride. The drink has realllllly gotten to me now...

"I thought you were going to kill me..." I smiled, a little bit of drool on the corner of my mouth. "But. nooow... I seeee ... That youuuu" i sing like its a simple song, pointing around...
" youuu youu and alll of you dont want to do me no harm... I like this... I want to stay..."

They dont understand what I am saying, but it doesnt matter. The cruise is over. Let's see what adventures this group brings me. I try to shake out of my deepening thoughts and realized that theyre laying me down to rest. I dizzily bumble my words around a bit more. *Hiccup* and a moan.... Its harder to breathe with all this fatty pig in me.... Must be 5 pounds up... I feel so bloated, like an over full balloon...Make the grand gain total 50 pounds probably by now...

I finally fade to a black out.