Chapter 13 - epilogue - and a word from the author

The party came and went, I hardly remembered any of it. Images of palm trees, coconut rum, and smiles is all I retained. People were teasing and poking me, I think I was naked most of the time. With my new weight I could drink a lot more, but it did eventually catch up to me. I was raving drunk all night, fooling around with Abram many times in the open not caring who watched. Now though, I was ready to go back to the ship. The bungalow chairs were flimsy and creaked under my girth, and I missed Paula’s cooking. Abram did get what he wanted, as he always did, and I was fucked on the private waterfall beach in the morning sun. Abram enjoyed it immensely, and I did too, but the sand in my rolls and the crabs pinching my toes took some fun out of it.

We ran into the waterfall to wash off and got back to the bungalow to pick our things up before heading to the docks. To our shock, it was gone. Not just ours, but the whole group’s. In fact, it looked like everything had been picked up since we took off for our last island fling. Abram looked concerned until he met my gaze, his smile popping up like his cock had so many times that week.

“The workers came and cleaned up, that’s all. This island is technically off limits to cruise ships. C’mon!”
Abram began walking toward the ship, opposite of the beach we had come from, and I struggled to match his pace.

“Off limits? Why?” Abram snorted, waving his hand dismissively.

“A native tribe. Hostile to outsiders. Don’t worry though, we always clear our events with them. As long as we clean up and they get their supplies they don’t have a problem.”

I nodded and did my best to keep up. Abram sounded confident, but the increasing speed of his gait told me he was anxious to see the three exhaust pillars of his vessel. Every step sent my fat jostling, every roll bounced and jiggled. I was nearly out of breath when Abram fell to his knees.

“What? Abram what is it?” I cried, alarmed. I had never seen Abram anything less than in charge, smooth. Here he was slumped into the sand, head hung low.

“Look for yourself,” he said, low and heartbroken. When I did I cursed. Around the bend there was no guest and crew angry at our tardiness. Instead was the ass end of the ship, already shrinking on the horizon.

“The beach fuck…” I muttered, “the workers came back to the bungalows to check and we…”

My mind spun, trying to find anything that might save us.

“You don’t have your phone or a walkie talkie? A flare? Anything?”

Abram shook his head.

“No service. And we’re way out of range for the walkie.” He rested on his knees, staring out into the blue. I tried to think of something, anything to get him to help us survive, but nothing came. I wasn’t given a chance to think much longer on it. I heard a rustling from the forest behind me. I spun and saw a pair of green eyes tuck behind a fern and out of sight. My heart sank as I realized that my brief stay in the life of luxury was over.


---- -------- ----
Note from the author:

“Well well well, it looks like these two have gotten themselves into quite the pickle! If their relationship was strange before, this new challenge will surely strain it further. An unfamiliar island, with dangers and beauty alike. Will they get rescued? Will the natives take pity on our lovers? Will Carver lose any weight?

Find out in the sequel! The Stowaway - Marooned, now written, updates coming hot and fast!
https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=3074 06

I also do custom stories and write non erotic novels.

Thank you again for reading! I appreciate every comment, like, and view. Your feedback and enthusiasm are what keep me going. If you would like to discuss story ideas, kinks, or anything feederism don't hesitate to reach out!"
-Kyzarburner