Sailing Towards Curves
By beerbellyfan

First, I will introduce myself. I am Luke and I am a catering manager on a big sail yacht in the Mediterranean. We are based in Barcelona, and sail the whole Mediterranean Sea. Because it is very luxurious ship we always cater to the really rich people; my job was to keep them happy and make sure that the food and drinks where on time.

One morning I had my captain's meeting to plan the next week; he told me this party agency had booked the ship for the next three weeks, for a party of this really rich Dutchman. He was turning fifty, and he'd arranged a party for all his friends and family on the yacht. This party was going to top all other things we had done in the past. And I would have to work close with the Dutch party-manager who would arrange everything accept the food and drinks - that would be my job.

The day after I met her for the first time, she looked stunning. She was wearing a nice fitted business suit. I checked her from top to toe when she came aboard: nice legs, great butt and a face to die for. Real nice blue eyes and blond hair that dropped on her shoulders. Because she was wearing a jacket, I couldn't see her breasts and her abs, but by the look of the rest of her body I knew they were firm and trained, too.

She first gave the captain a hand and than walked up to me; she introduced herself as Caroline, the party manager. So this was the one I had to work with the next three weeks. I knew this was going to be a nice one.

Right away, we clicked; we both were good at our job and we agreed on the ways the rich Dutchman and his guests should be treated. The first days it was a lot of hard work. I only saw her at our meetings and when we passed each other on the ship. And, of course, at dinnertime. I noticed that she really loved the food we served. Because she wasn't the regular staff she was considered a guest on the ship, so she ate like one of the guests. She would eat a lot and that did turn me on. I've always loved women that loved their food, and I always loved women that had some softness on their body, I have to admit. Her excuse for eating so much was that she had to taste everything to make sure the guests were treated well.

From the moment I noticed her love for food, I made sure their was always some around her. A bit mean maybe, but I love to see a beautiful girl gaining some pounds.

And Caroline was a great candidate

After the first busy days of arranging, the rest of the cruise would be easy for us because all the arrangements were made and our staff could handle the rest. The only thing for us to do was check if everything was in order.

So Caroline was getting loads of free time on the ship. The first morning of this leisure time, I saw her on the staff-deck, lying in the sun in her bikini. She really had a body most women dream of. Not only she had nice legs and a firm butt, she had great tits, too. They were a nice C-cup. But there was one thing I noticed that made me happy. Her stomach was flat, but there was some softness noticeable. It was not bulging or anything, just that it was a tiny bit soft. So I knew I had something to work with.

When she saw me, she called me over. I had a tray of chocolate pastries with me for the guests up on the sundeck. I put the tray down and set next to her. We started to talk, and during our talk she asked if she could try some of the chocolate. Of course, I said she could have the whole tray if she wanted. So we talked on about living in Holland and living in Barcelona. Before I knew it, she'd finished of the whole tray. She blushed when I picked up the empty tray, and I laughed and said that the chef made more then 100 so the guests wouldn't notice. I asked her if she wanted something else from the kitchen. She asked for a selection of food to test out for the guests.

I returned with a full tray of high calorie food. I said these are all the small things the guests can choose from during the day. She thanked me, and I went on doing my job. When I returned, Caroline was sleeping with a bit rounded belly, and the tray was empty. This routine went on for the rest of the week. I would bring her food “to test out,” and she would eat it all. At the end of the week, I noticed that her body was starting to change a bit. Her bikini was cutting into a bit of flesh on the side of her hips. And I noticed a small bulge of fat over the edge of her bikini when she sat down. She was gaining weight: when I first saw her, I would have given her 110 pounds - now she had to be up at 115 pounds.

That evening, the guests left the boat for a trip on the island of Cyprus. So the crew had a party on the ship. Caroline was wearing a nice tight top and jeans for this occasion. She looked stunning, but her jeans looked a bit shrunk. I could see a small role of fat on her abs that made her top ride up a bit when she sat down. We were drinking beer all night, and there were loads of things to eat.

The morning after, I saw her at the breakfast. She only took a coffee; it was very obvious that she was having a hangover from the day before. I told her I knew this shake that would make you feel good instantly. I didn't tell her that this shake was so rich of calories it was a food group on its own. She took one and went to bed.

That afternoon, I saw her again reading a book on the staff deck. She wasn't wearing her bikini; she was wearing a polo shirt and shorts. I asked why she wasn't wearing her Badin suit. She started to blush; she told me she had gained weight from all the food and beer I was feeding her with, and she felt a bit ashamed to walk in her bikini. I said that I didn't really noticed, and that she was looking great. When I said that, she pulled her polo up and I saw a small beer belly; it was round and soft, bulging over her shorts that had the top button open. She told me she couldn't button them up anymore. She was saying that she had stop stuffing her face every day; otherwise, she would gain so much she wouldn't fit in her working outfit.

All day, I made sure that she would have the best food around her. In the beginning, she was strong, but after a while she couldn't help herself. She started eating again. That evening, she started drinking beer again. This went on for the last week, and I knew she still was gaining; her ass was growing, too - it was starting to jiggle when she walked.

At the end of the last week, there was the last reception, and she would have to wear her business suit again. I got this call in my office that Caroline needed some help in her cabin. So I went to her. When I got there, I saw her struggling with the skirt of her business suit. She couldn't get it over her hips, and I saw she had a real potbelly. She at least must have gained 20 pounds in the last three weeks, and that made me horny as hell. She looked at me and said that she really didn't fit in them anymore. I said that that she looked great and started to kiss her. She kissed back, and we started to undress each other, and everywhere where I felt was a bit of softness. That turn me on, and we had the greatest sex I had ever had.

Afterwards, we were smoking a cigarette, and I ordered one of deckhands to buy a new, somewhat bigger business suit for Caroline. She put it on, and it fitted very well. She was looking even nicer then she was when she came aboard. Only now, she was weighing 130 pounds and she had nice womanly curves.

That day was last time I saw her, but she always will be in my mind as one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met.