chapter 6: the final chapter!

Jaz met his glare with one of her own. No man was going to intimidate her. Especially one with such a yummy body and did things with his mouth that no other had done.

“You need to stop fighting it and submit. We will never have to work another day in our lives! The sickening cycle of the modern world was killing us! Can’t you see that? Can’t you just embrace this? Stop fighting the inevitable, Jazmine.” His teeth snapped as he lowered his face to meet hers, those stormy eyes trying to one-up her look of disgust.

She growled in frustration. For once she regretted ever even thinking of eating something she didn’t know anything about. A lesson had been learned a hard one.

Austin made sense. In a way.

The world was sick. In the modern world they had to work and toil for the rich elite while they destroyed the world and everything on it for their quest for riches. To expand their coifers. She herself hated how the world was, but there was nothing to do but go along with it or sink. Living on some unknown island with a man she barely knew and no real experience surviving in the wilderness. The most she had was camping but that wasn’t anything since there had been a tent, hotdogs, and electricity.

There wasn’t even internet, one modern convenience she quite enjoyed.

“You make a fine point about the state of the world, yes. But, this isn’t natural! None of this is natural, Austin.” She had to get through to him. Everything that had happened was not normal. Before the beaching of the Adventour, they were just Captain and first mate. They had a working relationship that was professional. Unlike now, they had never so much as looked at each other with lust.

Hell, it wasn’t until she arrived on that beach that found him attractive. Maybe it was the island itself that was somehow…magical…or cursed? Jaz couldn’t remember seeing it on the maps before the storm. She plotted the course on a physical map, being the one for meticulous planning, before she used the digital one. This felt like an episode from The Twilight Zone. Perhaps they had done what Rod Sterling described all those years ago.

Austin’s fury turned to frustration again, those stormy eyes rolling as he folded his own arms.

“Who knew you were so stubborn, Captain Jaz.”

She scoffed. There was no getting through to the man. He was certified brainwashed.

“I’m done with this conversation and done with dealing with your crazy ass!” With a little effort she turned on her heel and waddled to the pool. Her hips burned every step of the way but she didn’t care, she needed space from Austin.

“Come on, Jazmine. All of this exercise isn’t good for you. Rest and let me take care of everything!”

In a few short strides he caught up with her, his long legs working to keep her slower pace. She shook her head and kept going until she was waist deep in the cool water. It covered half of her belly as she stood there glaring into the distance. A rough palm placed itself on her shoulder as he trudged his way in front of her, gazing down at her with hope etched on his face. The look he gave her rivaled a puppy’s begging look.

“I’m an independent woman. I don’t need to be waited on hand and foot. I may be pregnant, no thanks to you and whatever magic is going on, but I’m not helpless. You’re just brainwashed into saying that.”

His hands wrapped around her thick arms and roamed down to her wrists before moving to caress her belly.

“I beg to differ. You’re much too big to be so mobile. Let me take care of you.” His hot breath felt nice against her neck as he leaned over her. Just having him close was enough to get that familiar heat going in between her legs again. The sane part of her brain melted beneath him.

“This is insane…we can’t…stay…here.” She panted as her nerves set on fire beneath the heat his touch left behind.

“Oh, on the contrary, we will. I found something that will change your mind, but first, let me please you again. I’ll help that pain go away.”

Beneath his touch she was a puddle of nerves and sensation. Her curvy thick body molded against him perfectly. Nature, or perhaps the fantastical magic, had remolded her to fit him perfectly. His mate. His other half. His woman. His goddess.

Jaz gasped as his hands dipped between her legs, delving into her most intimate spot. A hazy fog took over her brain quickly.

Hours later after several intense sex with Austin, she came to her senses enough to find herself lying upon a bed of palm leaves on the beach. The sun was slightly lower in the sky but still cast her luscious body in a golden hue. Her Adonis of a man sat next to her caressing her belly as he fed her. One by one he fed her fruit, quickly filling her up.

He didn’t stop once she was full and for once, she didn’t beg him to stop. That rainbow haze held her mind in its grasp. Even though she could feel the pain that told her she was full -she ignored it, lost in the sensations.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here and live in peace with Austin in this tropical paradise? They could grow old here and raise an army of children. She could watch her body grow more beautiful. The possibilities were endless.

“Doesn’t this feel right, my goddess Jazmine?” His deep voice was husky, thick with emotions as she moaned beneath his touch.

“Yes…don’t stop Austin…please…” speaking was difficult with the bombardment of pleasure. His hands caressed her now E cup breasts before moving on to rub her huge fecund swell. The last bite entered her mouth and he was on her licking the stray juices from her chest. From there he feasted on her breasts, making sure to lick and pleasure her before latching on to each nipple.

Hot bolts of blinding pleasure raced through her body as she fed her mate. His body hovered over her own as he moved to feast on her slick folds between her chunky thighs. Another orgasm later and she found herself being swept into his arms. Leaving their camp behind he traversed deeper into the jungle.

The heat of the day was dwindling with the dying light of the sun once he finally stopped.

Looking up from his chest she found them in front of a moss covered stone building. It looked ancient. The stones looked like they had recently been replaced in various spots, the surrounding stone being much darker in color. Rising from the floor of the jungle it looked imposing and regal in a way. She felt like she was gazing at some forgotten palace.

While the building was very large, the same size as a suburban home, it was simple with no doors and many cutaways for primitive windows. Palm leaves had been mounted from within to act as natural blinds to hide what was within. This placed seemed to keep going to the left and right and even had a second floor.

“What is this place? How did you find it?” Austin set her on wobbly legs, her balance equaling out with a little effort. Her fat jiggled as she made her way up the four steps. There had been only a few steps but she already felt out of breath and winded.

All of the extra weight she had been putting on wasn’t helping her escape any time soon.

“I found it while scouting the island. There used to be people here, I think, but they’re long gone it seems. I fixed the crumbling parts of the walls and set it up to provide privacy.” He took her hand in his and guided her through the building, each room decently sized with primitive furnishings he had made.

Towards the back of the house was a giant stone pool with a cascading waterfall that poured into the very end of it like the cenote. Whoever had built this place had a taste for the luxury! She loved every second of it. Not even her cabin on the Adventour had been so…homely.

The more of the place was shown to her, the more she fell under the haze of the Magic Fruit. Long buried dreams of having a nice home, a loving husband, kids, and a picket fence resurfaced. That long sought-after American dream was within her grasp; Jaz just had to give up on ever leaving that island. Jaz had to give up all her efforts to not get swept up in the madness of it all.

This island probably was cursed…or maybe blessed. Whichever it was, she found the last vestiges of sanity melding with her new life. Her new reality.

“This is amazing, Austin. We will have to haul the bed and other items through the jungle. The bed is a nice modern convenience, the mattress at least.”

“That’s already been done, Jazmine. We have everything here to survive and live life how it should be lived.” One of his rough hands caressed her skin, roaming her sides and thigh. They stood by the pool watching the waterfall churn the water. The gentle splash was very soothing to the ears.

Jazmine was quiet for the longest time. In her mind she fought whether to just give in and stop fighting the inevitable. Here she was in true paradise. The outside world had slipped away. With each passing day ahead of her, she at least would be living. No would be no more working for a rich elite but able to focus on raising a family. At that thought the rainbow haze brought on by the fruit disappeared as she accepted her new life.

As if right on cue, a soft kick emanated from within her belly. Maternal love filled her heart.

“Okay, Austin, I’ll stay. Now feel our child in my belly.” Her lips met his, their breath mingling together as he rubbed and caressed the soft tight skin of her belly. Within minutes she was under the spell of his touch. Losing herself in the gentle lull of intimacy and happiness was the last step she took, severing herself from ever leaving.


* A/N: I will be concluding A Goth Girl gets fat for the Demon Lord as I write the new chapters! Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed this one! *