chapter 10

10.
I didn’t come back to lucidity for weeks. When I did, I was shirtless by the pool fresh off shoving a Hawaiian pizza down my face. There was an orange sheen to my skin that I at first thought was a sunburn. A quick glance to my hands answered that question. I was covered in grease. It was on my hands, face, chest, like I hadn’t used a utensil for weeks. And as I went to sit up, unceremoniously thrown back to the sun-chair by the stretch mark covered blob that now resided in my lap, I realized I might not have.

A line of people surrounding the pool stared at me. Like Paula and the spa workers, their smiles were a tad too sharp, too eager. My head was foggy like I was hung over. I looked around, trying to find Paula or Abram, but I was by myself. I tried getting up again but my abs weren’t having it. I felt my ass press low into the bands of the deck chair before falling back again. And that was when I felt serious concern pierce the mind fog.

‘I’ve never sunk that low before.’

Ignoring the crowd best I could, I looked myself over. My eyes shot open the moment I peered down. Below me were a set of tits. Not pecs that had softened, not a loss of definition. But a pair of soft jiggling tits. I went to brush crumbs off them and noted with dismay that the very movement sent them bouncing. Worse, my upper arms had grown as well, the flesh wobbling along with my new boobs. Atop them was my keycard with the pig logo, but it looked like the necklace had shrunk around my neck. Below that my stomach jutted out impossibly far and wide. The flesh shone in the tropical sun, covered with red lightning marks that extended out around my waist. My navel was deep, my waist so round it was as if a hula hoop had been put under my skin. At first I thought I was naked, but upon lifting my belly I was relieved to see a speedo keeping me somewhat modest. You wouldn’t have been able to tell though, with two swollen thunder thighs crushing my crotch, a budding fat pad joining in from above.

“What the fuck,” fell out of my lips, I had no other words to say. If you had told me I had been an unused balloon all my life, and now I was properly inflated I would have believed you. There was no way the body I was prodding and poking was mine.

“All aboard! Next stop, Ilha de Banha!” the announcer shouted over the loudspeaker, met by cries of joy from the members of the pool deck. I was the only one not throwing their hands up or jumping, right now I was convinced I was too fat to jump.

‘There’s no way,’ I thought, ‘I missed the last two stops? That’s two weeks at least I can’t remember but-”
I winced as I brought my hand to my face. In addition to requiring more effort to do so, the last time I remembered it was still as skinny as I had been when I boarded this damn ship. Now it looked like I put on a fleshy glove on top of my normal hand. Dismayed, I flexed and wiggled the now thick, fleshy digits, a wave of surreality washed over me.

Everywhere I looked was fat. One of the last things I could remember was Abram telling me he could, ‘still see bones on me’. Not so anymore. Instead of bone was inches of flab, all covered by a web of bright red stretch marks. I couldn’t even see all around me from my position, but I could see the marks span all around my middle, branching out from my navel and nearly reaching up to my moobs. Speaking of, my armpits had not been spared either. Those scarlet lines made it near to my nipples, now double their last size.

I tried to sit up again, panic rising as my boulder of a stomach forced me back down. I could feel its mass press on to me, shortening my breath. My hands began to shake.

‘This isn’t another ten pounds. Hell, I could add twenty and not look like this. What the hell did they do to-’

The last memory before waking here flashed into my brain. Frost covered labels. Thick, savory yellowish fluid.

‘The polar bear milk. No, there’s no way, I-’

“I see piggy has enjoyed his lunch. And oh, I see you’ve fought off the milk. Good, the last dose was over a day ago. Part of me thinks you just like eating this much.”

My head spun toward the voice, face reddening as I felt my new chins jostle. Standing above me with all her lanky might was Paula, sporting a grin so wide it threatened to split a lip.

“What did you- how am I?” I sputtered, voice hoarse from lack of use. Paula laughed again in that throaty, confident way of hers, and motioned to two burly guards.

“Piggy just hasn’t been able to help himself lately. We tried to warn you you’d get fat, but all you have seemed to want to do lately is eat until you pass out.”

I glared at her, to which she laughed. It took four guards to hoist me into the wheelchair. I was dismayed to feel my ass press into the sides of the thing, a few more pounds and I might need a bigger one. That thought was enough to send shivers down my spine. I tried to block it out as they took me back to the captain's room, but the pained squealing of the chair under my weight did little to ease me.