Rain. It fell without pause, the ashen sky and misty clouds released their
wet cargo.
Sharon looked out of the kitchen window; the deluge and the rattling of the
ill-fitting window worsened her mood. "God Ive got to get out of here" she
thought.
Sharon was living in a small first floor flat in Surbiton, about 15 minutes
tube ride to the West End of London. She was single and living alone. There
was no boyfriend at this point in her life, but she wasn't actively seeking
one anyway. She was miserable, and the weather didn't help. What she needed
was a holiday. "Blimey! That's it" she thought, "I'll go in to town and book
up a fortnight in the sun." With that thought, she bounced in to the living
room and put on the telly to catch today's installment of Eastenders.
The next day, on her way in to Sainsbury's, she stopped of at the travel
agents and looked around the Winter Sun section. There were lots to choose
from, but one caught her eye in particular. It was the Getaways 18 30
brochure. She picked one off the shelf and looked inside. The favourite
destination seemed to be Tenerife in the Canary Islands. She scanned the
hotels and checked the packages, and then another brochure caught her
attention. It looked similar to the one she had in her hand, and she was
sure it had not been there just moments earlier. "Strange" she thought, and
looked at the cover. It was identical with the exception of the title this
one was called Getaways 18 30 Plus.
She picked the brochure up and discarded the first. Flicking through the
pages, the impression was of a higher quality level. She thought that she
deserved a special break, something to relax her and pamper her. After
thumbing through the pages, she found the section she was looking for; The
18 30 Super Plus Holiday. The blurb sounded good, 24-hour waitress
service, private apartment, private pool, and private recreation facilities.
There was also mention of full waitress service on board the flight to and
from the destination. "Wow!" She thought, "that has got to be it." She went
to the desk and got the agent to price it up. "£5000.00! It's expensive, but
what the hell book it!"
When she got home later that day, she went through all her clothes and
picked out the things that she wanted to take. She also drew up a small list
of new clothes she might like to wear.
Whilst she was reading more thoroughly through the brochure, she noticed
that the itinerary included at least 4 new swimming costumes. "Odd!" she
thought, "I wonder why you get four costumes free with this holiday? Oh
well, I suppose I'll find out."
"Hmm! It also says that I can expect to get 5000KC a day? What on earth is
KC? Perhaps it's the local currency."
She continued to browse the brochure for the next couple of hours, and then
she continued with the selecting of outfits and accessories. She pulled open
a drawer to reveal her two swimming costumes from the previous year's
holiday. "I think I'll try them on; I may as well take them just in case."
she thought.
She took off her skirt and top, removed her knickers and bra, and pulled on
the bikini bottom. "Crikey! They've shrunk, or am I getting fat" She turned
to the mirror and observed the gentle roll of flab that was bulging over the
waistline of the bikini. She thought that her bum cheeks were a bit fuller
than she remembered, and her thighs were closer together for sure. It was
the same story for the other costume she had put on some weight this
summer. "Oh well, it's too late to diet now, and anyway, I'm supposed to be
relaxing and mellowing out on this holiday." She told herself.
The weeks dragged by until the day of the flight. She checked in her bags
and went in to the departures lounge to check out the shopping. She treated
herself to a toffee ice cream and bought two large bars of chocolate for the
flight. After much browsing, eating and drinking, the time came to board the
plane. A stewardess showed her to her seat. It was fantastic, a seat of her
very own with no others nearby.
She put her bags in the locker and sat down. The seat was extremely
comfortable, and had the ability to fully recline. This was first class!
The Boeing 767 rumbled along the runway and took to the air. As soon as they
had leveled out slightly, the stewardesses began their work. Sharon's
compartment had its own special crew. Three waitresses came around the
partition and began to wait on her. They were all dressed in the same
uniform, which comprised of; extremely short salmon pink skirts, white
fitted blouses, and small matching pink jackets. They wore elegant sheer
stockings that shimmered in the light. Carla was the senior waitress she
was tall and slim with dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes, her skin
was perma-tanned bronze. Jo and Michele were the two assistants. Jo was
slightly shorter than Carla, but had the same hair and skin type although
her eyes were hazel. Michele was blonde and fair skinned with blue eyes,
about the same height as Carla, but she was chunky chubbier than the
others.
Carla noticed the two bars of chocolate on the table next to Sharon. "Hi
there, are you comfortable? If there is anything you want or need, just call
one of us. We are your personal pampering assistants. This is Jo, Michele,
and I'm Carla." They all smiled warmly at Sharon. "You shouldn't be needing
any extra chocolate, we have everything you'll need for the flight now,
may I suggest that you recline your chair and allow us to serve you your
meal. Carla produced a tray of glistening creamy coloured morsels from a
nearby trolley. She sat down at Sharon's side and placed the tray on the
table. She noticed the slight bulge on Sharon's waist. "Getting a head start
are we?" She said with a smirk.
Sharon looked vague, "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand."
"Never mind, here try this," she offered a fork full of the glistening stuff
to Sharon's mouth.
"What is this?" Sharon inquired.
"It's Spanish I think. It's called Grassas. It's really good, go on try
some." Carla insisted.
After about half an hour, the tray was empty. All four of the women had
eaten some of the grassas, but Sharon had eaten three quarters of it
herself. She lay back on the reclining chair and rubbed her pouting belly.
The three waitresses licked the glistening greasy sauce off their lips and
sat back contentedly.
Sharon awoke with a start. Jo was nudging her; she was holding another tray
full of grassas and indicating toward the fork on the table.
"Oh, I can't possibly eat any more nice though it is, I'm stuffed." Sharon
protested.
Jo smiled and looked behind her at the others. She beckoned them over.
"Sharon says that she's full up."
"Come on Sharon, you are supposed to let us take the strain. We'll help you
to eat this, it's a shame to let it waste." Carla said softly.
Sharon nodded. All three of the waitresses began to gently coax and
encourage her to eat the food. Sharon complained of stomachache and wanted
to stop. Carla suggested that they massage her stomach to ease the
discomfort. "You do that too?" Sharon said in disbelief. "Well you did opt
for the Super Plus holiday, and this is all included." Sharon nodded
permission, and the girls started to massage and feed forkfuls of grassas in
to her mouth. They caressed her tummy as it slowly became bloated.
"God! If I keep up at this rate, I'm going to be as fat as butter before the
fortnight is out." Sharon commented as she caught sight of her distended
bulbous belly.
The next couple of hours passed in the same way more food, drink and
giggling!
After around four and a half hours, the plane touched down in Tenerife.
Sharon bid a cheerful farewell to the three waitresses, and then left the
plane. The usual formalities were taken care of, and then Sharon walked
outside to get a taxi to the hotel.
She was feeling rather uncomfortable after eating so much of the grassas.
The taxi arrived. She loaded her things in to the boot and they set of for
the hotel. She was checked in and told to wait for her holiday
representative in the lounge.
Ten minutes or so had passed when a tall man in a grey suit walked over to
her and announced himself. "Hello miss er,"
"Call me Sharon" She ventured, "Are you the 18-30 rep?"
He stood up straight and replied, "Yes, I'm John. I will be your
representative for your two week stay here in Tenerife." He beckoned her to
her feet. "Now if you'll follow me, I will show you to the 18-30 specially
reserved rooms." He called to the porter and asked him to take her luggage
to the rooms. They both went to the lifts and got in.
Her rooms were on the top floor of the hotel; they had superb views of the
coast and the surrounding hills. The main room was extremely sumptuous and
tastefully decorated. There was a huge bed and a comfortable sofa in the
lounge area. Through a large sliding patio door was a large rooftop swimming
pool. "Wow! This beats Surbiton hands down." She cried. The rep added, "Your
personal pampering assistants will be here shortly to tend to your every
need. If there is anything you need or desire, just ask one of the
assistants, and it will be done." He moved to the door. "On behalf of 18-30
holidays, may I wish you a very pleasant stay here, I look forward to seeing
your progress."
Sharon was confused by his last comment "seeing my progress" she thought,
"what did he mean by that?" She didn't have time to dwell on it; there was a
knock at the door.
Sharon opened it, and there stood Carla, Jo, and Michele. "Hello again!"
They said in unison, "You can't get rid of us that easily"
Sharon stepped back and let them all in. As soon as they were inside they
began to adopt their roles. "Now come on Sharon, sit down and let us tend to
your every need. What would you like to do first? Bath, massage, eat, or
drink?
Sharon didn't know what to do with herself, she had never has so much
attention steeped upon her like this before. She suddenly felt extremely
self-conscious. "Really, I don't need anything right now, I'm not
comfortable with all this attention. I don't feel quite at home with the
three of you dressing and undressing me, massaging me, and feeding me."
She sat down on the sofa, and the three girls looked at each other in
confusion. Carla went over to the sofa and sat down beside Sharon. She put
her arm around Sharon's shoulders and softly said, "It's quite alright, we
understand your concerns. We have had other people who find it hard to adapt
to the intensive pampering. But you must let yourself enjoy it, relax and
just accept it. We only want you to have the best time you can for the next
two weeks. If you're worried about us getting too close, too intimate, then
rest assured we will not take advantage of you in any way unless you
dictate. We are here for your amusement and pleasure, on your terms." Jo and
Michele moved over to join Carla. They all smiled at Sharon.
Sharon felt more reassured by these words, she began to relax. She felt a
bit silly for making such a fuss about what was after all a holiday for her.
She decided to relax and let the girls do what ever they wanted to do for
her. She fancied a swim.
She got up suddenly and said, "Sorry girls, I've been a bit of a pratt
haven't I? Now, how do I go about having a swim?"
Michele replied, "You don't have to do anything, just let us get you ready
for the pool."
They lead her off to the bedroom and began to change her out of her clothes
and in to her bikini. Jo pulled the bikini top over Sharon's head and
fastened it at her back, she adjusted and pulled it in to the correct
position, then as she removed her hands, she brushed the cups of the bra
with her fingers. This sent a shiver down Sharon's spine; it caused her
nipples to harden.
Michele was fitting the bikini bottoms. She pulled them up Sharon's legs and
up to her bum. The panties were really too small, the grassas had begun to
fill her thighs and backside out. Her belly seemed to be slightly rounder
too. Michele looked at Sharon and said with an evil twinkle in her eye,
"Your panties are a bit on the small side my dear, are we putting on some
weight? Never mind, a few extra pounds will hardly notice. There are some
larger bikinis in the wardrobe, shall I get one?" Sharon looked down at her
belly, she pinched a small roll of fat between her fingers. "Christ, I don't
believe this, I'm getting fat. I'm sure I've put this on since I've been on
this holiday. What do you think?"
Michele said nothing; she just pulled her blouse out of her skirt and
revealed a large roll of fat that wobbled slightly as she removed the blouse
further. She turned around and patted her bum, which wobbled too. Sharon
could see clearly a very visible panty line.
Michele said softly, "Now what do you think about this then? I've put on a
few pounds too, but I know it will not stop here, these holidays are great,
I just enjoy serving and pampering the guests, and I get to eat the lovely
food as well. I know I'm going to be much fatter when I leave, but that
doesn't really matter I can lose it again."
Jo put in, "Yeah, Michele loves to eat, the food here is so good she can't
resist it. She'll be quite fat by the end of your stay. We usually have some
food left from our guests, so we usually eat it ourselves. We pamper each
other too, we take it in turns to clean up the plates with our tongues
usually!" Michele smirked and added, "I just love the grassas that they
serve here. I'm lazy though, and I enjoy letting the others fuss around and
feed me my meals, like we do for you Sharon."
Sharon thought about what she had seen and heard, she decided not to have
larger swimwear just yet. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw her
bulging belly. She felt a tingle go down her spine, she didn't know why. She
went out to the pool and dived in.
Several days later, life was getting easier and lazier for Sharon. The three
girls were also getting more in tune with Sharon's ways and knew what she
liked. They pandered to her and fetched and carried for her, the also
continued to feed her larger and larger dishes of grassas. They usually had
to help her eat them though, and for that reason they were all looking
softer, especially Michele, who was barely fitting in to her salmon coloured
skirt.
Sharon was lying on a sun bed when she saw Michele walk past. She was in a
bikini like all the other girls, but Michele was bursting out of hers. She
had a droop of fat hanging over her panties and shimmering as she walked to
the poolside. When she had passed, her bum and fat thighs were clear to see.
Sharon thought secretly to herself, she thought that Michele looked better
for the extra padding. She looked down at her own body. She had developed a
rather obvious bulge on her belly now; in fact it was more of a roll. She
had no gap between her legs anymore, now there were soft creamy thighs that
met at the tops. She felt the tingle go down her back again.
She was trying to learn a bit of the language, and was reading through a
phrase book and dictionary. She came across a phrase that had the word
"Grassas" in it. She looked for the translation. She ran her finger along
the line, it said: "Grassas
Fat, Grease.
Sharon dropped the book, and fell back on to the sun bed. "Fat! They have
been feeding me fat!" she thought, "no wonder I'm putting on weight. Come to
think of it, they have been getting plumper too" She was not sure whether
she was upset, angry or just confused. She remembered what John had said
when he had left, he said that he looked forward to seeing her progress
what had that meant? He meant that he looked forward to seeing how fat she
would get! She was getting angry; she was just at the point of shouting to
Carla when she stopped. All of the girls, especially Michele had also got
noticeably larger since the holiday had begun. This thought subdued her
anger, but she still needed answers. She called Carla and the others over.
"Carla. What exactly is going on here, I want to know what you are doing to
me why you are all feeding me and yourselves some sort of fat? What kind
of place is this?"
The three girls stood before Sharon and looked bemused. Carla said in a
surprised tone, "Sorry Sharon, I don't really understand this, surely you
knew what this holiday was all about?" Sharon looked perplexed. She added,
"I thought this was an 18 to 30 year olds leisure holiday, I thought the
Super Plus was just a more relaxed and pampered version of the standard
one." Carla shook her head in disbelief. "No, no, you've got that totally
wrong. The 18 30 Super Plus holiday is designed for people who want to
grow to dress size 18 to 30. The Super Plus is a fast fattening option on
the standard package. You chose the option that allows you to relax and let
us feed you. The grassas is pure fat that has been flavoured to make it more
palatable. Our job is to feed you up and get you as big as possible before
the fortnight is up. We even like to eat the grassas as well, and I'm sure
you've noticed that Michele had been gaining some new flesh."
Sharon protested, "Dress size 18 to 30? I didn't know that was what it stood
for, and I certainly had no idea that I was going to be part of a group
fattening party!" She turned and ran into the bedroom. She fell on to the
bed and began to cry.
Carla, Jo, and Michele looked awkwardly at one another. They had never
encountered anything like this before. They wondered if they should call
John, and ask him what they should do cancel the rest of the holiday? Then
Michele said, "Wait a minute, let's give her a few minutes to calm down,
then I'll go in and try to talk to her. I've become quite fond of Sharon,
and I don't think she really wants to end the holiday like this."
"I agree with that Michele, I think we all like Sharon, she's so much less
demanding than the usual "rich bitch" that we usually get." Jo said
supportively.
Back in her bedroom, Sharon was lying quietly on the bed and reflecting.
"Those girls have been so nice to me, all the time they've been feeding me
up like a prize pig," she thought to herself. Then the thought suddenly sent
a shiver down her spine. She felt a tingle and warm sensation in her crotch,
followed by a slight dampness. She remembered the day she had gone in to the
travel agents, and how the 18 30 Super Plus brochure had seemingly just
appeared out of nowhere. She felt a tingling again in her crotch, this time
more intense, more enjoyable. She thought about being deliberately fed bowls
of fat, and what would happen to her if she kept eating it. Then her
thoughts switched to how tight Michele's skirt was getting, how eating fat
would make it get smaller and eventually burst open. Without realizing what
she was doing, her fingers were stroking the wet patch on her panties,
whilst her other hand was massaging her podgy tummy.
Michele walked gingerly in to the bedroom. She started to say, "Sharon, I'm
sorry about the confusion, but what we wanted was
" She stopped dead in her
tracks as her eyes beheld Sharon's writhing and moaning form on the bed in
front of her. She could hardly believe her eyes. She quickly turned to Carla
and Jo and beckoned them over.
As soon as they had all seen what was happening, they went and brought two
large dishes of grassas to Sharon's bedside. Carla whispered softly in to
Sharon's ear, "You know what you really want, just say what it is."
Sharon half opened an eye and took a piece of the greasy fat and wiped it
over her wet pussy then fed it to Michele. "Naughty girl Michele, look at
that belly. You need fattening up properly." Sharon said in a seductive
voice. She picked up another piece, brushed it over Michele's glistening
lips, then opened her own mouth and dropped it in.
She murmured, "I'm hungry."
Carla and the girls could hardly believe what was happening, they had
witnessed a complete transformation in Sharon's mood. She was finally
comfortable with the idea of being fattened up. She finally found the
thought of a large belly quite a turn on.
Carla and Jo concentrated on keeping the supply of grassas coming, whilst
Michele fed piece after piece to Sharon. Michele was excited by Sharon's
interest in getting her fatter, and wanted to help Sharon get bigger and
bigger. Between the four of them, they consumed another eight large dishes
of grassas.
Three days later, Carla and Michele were sunning themselves by the pool, Jo
was in the kitchen stuffing herself with extra fattening goodies from the
fridge. She had decided to go along with the general mood of the moment, and
try to put on some weight grow some fat on her belly and thighs.
Sharon was sitting on a lounger reading. She now had a superb fat tyre
around her middle. Her bikini panties were struggling to contain her bloated
arse cheeks, and her thighs were bulging over the edge of the chair. She had
put on 25lbs of fat in the first week, and her appetite had grown
considerably. The next week would be significant; she predicted that she
would be around 220lbs at the end of the holiday. Carla had developed a
drooping roll on her belly, and her thighs had thickened up, but she was
still fairly trim. Michele on the other hand, she had filled out and grown a
great three roll belly. It had pushed out and the fat was so soft that it
rolled over itself to form several ripples in her belly and sides. If she
walked anywhere, the fat shook and rippled like jelly.
Sharon had to go to the next bikini size up, which was already getting tight
before she had even started to eat more fat. Her weight gain seemed to be
accumulating on her lower body. Her arse kept growing as if it were being
pumped up like a balloon. There were signs of cellulite as well. Her thighs
were becoming softer and much thicker; they were touching all the way down
to her knees. They also had the familiar orange peel texture as the
cellulite formed.
She put her book down and peered through the glass to see Jo in the kitchen.
She grappled to get her heavier body up out of the lounger, and went in to
the kitchen with Jo.
She sat down beside Jo and picked up a large tub of double cream, tore off
the foil lid and started to pour it in to Jo's mouth. Jo glugged away at the
rich cream then spluttered and knocked the tub out of Sharon's hand. It fell
down and spilled out all over Jo's blouse.
Sharon gasped and immediately began to unbutton the blouse and remove it.
The cream was sliding down between Jo's tits. Sharon looked at Jo and
lowered her face to lick the cream off of the pouting jugs. She flicked her
tongue over their sticky surface and teased the nipples in to hard mounds.
Jo groaned and moaned with pleasure.
A few minutes later, and a hand appeared from behind and began to stroke
Sharon's puffed up arse it was Michele. She stood over Jo and Sharon and
rested her hanging belly on Sharon's back, she rocked and rubbed her bloated
belly over Sharon, then Jo poured some cream on Sharon's back. It trickled
down and covered every contour of Sharon's torso. Michele slid over the
slippery cream and found herself with Jo on the floor. With her tongue she
licked the folds of fat and cream beneath Sharon until her tongue met with
the stiff cream dripping nipples.
Carla was watching in utter amazement. She had her hand stuffed firmly down
the front of her panties, and was frigging herself of furiously at the
spectacle before her.
Before long, the writhing creamy bodies in the kitchen had reached their
climax, and had run out of food and cream. They lay in the kitchen for about
another half an hour, then Sharon got up and went to the shower to clean up.
Followed shortly after by the other two. It was well over an hour before
they emerged with a satisfied grin on their faces.
Sharon and Michele were undoubtedly becoming the fattest of the girls, Jo
next and finally Carla. They talked about the progress that they had all
made, and decided to concentrate on the two biggest girls.
The next day, Carla and Jo came in to Sharon's bedroom with a huge pile of
grassas and other fattening goodies. Sharon nudged a large mound in the bed
next to her and said, "Come on you sexy dumpling, it's fattening time. I
want to see if I can get you up another dress size today." Michele roused
and tossed back the duvet. "Someone say food?"
Carla and Jo began to feed more and more of the glorious fat in to Sharon
and Michele's waiting mouths. Their faces were filling out now; Sharon's was
showing the first signs of a double chin, whereas Michele's was starting on
a third. Suddenly they broke off from the food and began to kiss and caress
each other. Carla began to feed the fat to Jo instead, whilst Jo also fed
herself as well. Jo was catching up with Sharon at a steady pace. She was
putting on quite a lot of fat around her belly and thighs, but not so much
on her backside. They all continued in this way for the rest of the day,
having a feeding session then a rest, a swim or just an hour or two of
relaxation by the pool then more feeding.
Sharon and Michele were becoming quite plump. Both girls now had large fat
thighs, thick flabby arms, breasts that were almost double their original
sizes, and large belly rolls. Sharon had the extra bonus of a very large
arse it seemed to billow out from her waist downwards, dimpled with
cellulite and extremely wobbly.
Michele loved to play with it, slapping it and watching the quivering waves
that rippled across its surface. Sharon and Michele were feeding each other
now, whilst Carla concentrated on fattening Jo up to meet Sharon. Carla
herself didn't gain any significant weight; she was satisfied with the
progress that they were all making, especially Jo.
The penultimate day arrived, and a gathering sense of sadness was becoming
evident. With only this day and about half of the following one, they had to
make the most of the food and fat that they could before they had to leave
for boring old Britain.
Sharon decided to give Michele a special treat. She went in to the wardrobe
and pulled out a bikini. She took off her clothes and pulled up the first
bikini panties. She got them stuck halfway up her thighs her legs had
ballooned to their new fat proportions. She continued to squeeze and pull
the clothing on until eventually they were on her. They were so small that
her large fat arse swallowed her panties. Her large tits swamped the bra,
and spilled over the sides and underneath. As she turned to show Michele,
there was a loud ripping noise. The bikini panties had torn open at the
sides her enormously fat arse had swollen too much to be contained by such
a small and flimsy garment.
Michele giggled and slapped the expanse of fat flesh that was now laid bare.
After another fulfilling day of eating and frolicking, the girls began to
pack their things for the return journey. Sharon was sad at the thought that
it was all over; she was also wondering how she would explain her large
weight gain to her friends and family. She was also slightly annoyed that
she had not known of the purpose of the 18 30 holiday until much later
she could have got much bigger!
The three girls, Carla, Jo, and Michele, all prepared to leave early for the
airport leaving Sharon on her own to see John and deal with the
formalities of handing over the keys and checking out. She had many fond
memories from this holiday. She would miss Michele especially she had
become quite close to her, and she would miss watching her in her extremely
tight uniform. She wished that she could watch her get fat. All good things
must come to an end.
Britain was as cold and miserable as it had been when she left two weeks
previous. She walked up the air bridge and in to the terminal. She collected
her bags and rushed outside to get a taxi back to Surbiton.
Looking out of her window in her flat it was raining
Rain. It fell without pause, the ashen sky and misty clouds released their
wet cargo.
Sharon looked out of the kitchen window; the deluge and the rattling of the
ill-fitting window worsened her mood.
Wait a minute! She had been here before? Everything was the same as it had
been that day when she decided to book a holiday. She looked at the
newspaper that was half pushed through her letterbox. The date was 2nd
October, but that was impossible, that must have been over two weeks ago?
She looked around the flat. There were things that were as they had been
before the holiday. Letters, magazines, things happening outside that she
was sure had happened before. This was very odd indeed. She was far too
tired to think about it now, perhaps she was just too tired and her mind was
playing tricks on her. She made herself some tea, drank it, and then went to
bed.
When she woke up the next morning, the strange things started to happen
again. She felt that things were exactly as they were before the holiday.
Things on the news on the television, people outside, letters that she knew
would drop on to the doormat then promptly did just that. It was like she
had never been on the holiday. Had it all been a dream? She looked down at
her large belly roll and fully fattened arse. "I must have been somewhere to
get this fat" she thought. She carried on as she had before. She needed to
go to Sainsbury's to get some things.
Later that day, on her way in to Sainsbury's, she stopped of at the travel
agents and looked around the Winter Sun section. There were lots to choose
from, but one caught her eye in particular. It was the Getaways 18 30
brochure. She picked one off the shelf and looked inside. The favourite
destination seemed to be Tenerife in the Canary Islands. She scanned the
hotels and checked the packages, and then another brochure caught her
attention. It looked similar to the one she had in her hand, and she was
sure it had not been there just moments earlier. "Strange" she thought, and
looked at the cover. It was identical with the exception of the title this
one was called Getaways 18 30 Plus.
Then just as before, she caught sight of another brochure, The 18 30 Plus.
Everything was the same right down to the assistant's cheesy grin.
This was ridiculous - time can't go backwards. She had an idea. She could go
to the bank and check her account balance to see if it was £5000 down on its
previous balance.
She went along to the ATM and requested an account balance. When the machine
delivered the slip, it read £14500. It was exactly £5000 higher than it
should have been, that meant that the holiday simply could not have
happened, but she had the belly and arse to prove it! She decided to play it
along the same lines as she had before. She returned to the travel agents
and as before, booked the 18 30 Super Plus.
A few weeks passed
She checked in her bags and went in to the departures lounge to check out
the shopping. She treated herself to a toffee ice cream and bought two large
bars of chocolate for the flight. After much browsing, eating and drinking,
the time came to board the plane. A stewardess showed her to her seat. It
was fantastic, a seat of her very own with no others nearby.
She put her bags in the locker and sat down. The seat was extremely
comfortable, and had the ability to fully recline. This was first class!
The Boeing 767 rumbled along the runway and took to the air. She could
hardly wait to see what would happen next. Then, a few minutes later, the
curtain opened and out came three assistants.
Carla! Jo! Michele!
They brought out a huge tray of grassas, sat down beside her and said, "This
is the Super Plus holiday you can never have too much of a good thing!"
Sharon realized that they were all still fat. She was now a size 18 herself,
so now another two weeks of fun and grassas should mean she would be a huge
fatty before the fortnight is out. This was going to be heaven.
Michele came closer to Sharon's mouth and kissed her softly on the lips, and
at the same time passed a strip of the fat in to Sharon's mouth, "Welcome
back, you taste good. Now let's see if we can't get you up to a size 30
before me" Michele purred.
"Well it would seem that I've got all the time I need to get as fat as you
want me." Sharon replied.
Michele smiled and said, "I can imagine an awful lot of fat you know. How
does a size 60 sound to you?"
"Like a very happy and very, very fat woman with an equally fat girlfriend!"
"Here's a bowl of grassas
"
The End and The Beginning.
by Igor Yakovlev