Baby, have I gotten fat?

*a silly little romp, haha*

We were only on that cruise for 2 weeks… what the fuck?” I step out of my closet in what used to be boyfriend style shorts and a snug white midriff. Now… you’re rock hard, trying to remember how to breathe as you watch my belly bounce with each step. My thighs rub together, jiggling non stop. My tits are heavy, ripe, basically begging to be sucked on.

“Well, it was all you can eat” you manage to whimper. Little did I know you booked a very special cruise, one known to focus on the dining experience, if you will. You only knew about it from fringe forums, but you’d done the research and confirmed it’s validity - at a steep price. It seemed to be well worth the cost.

I had arrived on the cruise a size 0, maybe a bit of bloating after salty meals but otherwise washboard abs and skinny limbs. The welcome beverage contained a serum designed to encourage appetite, weight gain, over-indulgence. That each drink contained consecutive drug cocktails to keep me dazed, hungry, horny… an eating breeding machine. You got to feed me for two weeks straight, pouring funnel after funnel of weight gain shake down my throat until my belly looked like a bowling ball. Rub lotion into the stretched skin and prepare me for the next feeding. The last few days were recovery serums. To bring me back to consciousness as if I was floating in from a cloud after visiting an ethereal spa. All I’d remember was a blur of warm, happy, pleasurable feelings. You’d blame my adhd and the stress I’d been under at work lately. I wouldn’t care because I felt so good in my sweats on the plane.

But I immediately changed into clothes I normally did chores in, clothes that fit comfortably. This couldn’t have happened in two weeks……..

*don’t judge me I did not reread this at all*