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*pop*

Her eardrums reasserting their previous state told her that her long journey was finally coming to an end. Craning her head around the unconscious form next to her she looked out of the small window to see the bright sun beaming down on the dusty yellow landscape beneath her, the blue seas lapped up at the coast as the plane turned, panning towards the runway.

*Ding*
“Please fasten all seatbelts and prepare for landing, the local time is 11:37 and the temperature is a balmy 27 degrees, I hope you’ve all enjoyed your flight with Perri-Air and we hope to see you again soon,” Came the overly enthused voice from the speakers above.

She surveyed the space around her, not getting an aisle or window seat was a mistake, the two people sat next to her had fallen asleep almost immediately and had began to lean this way and that with the flight, window guy, as she had decided to call him, had eventually come to rest leaning left. But sadly so had aisle lady, her head resting softly open mouthed on her plush shoulder, more than once threatening to loll down onto her soft breasts, her thighs squashed outwards to the armrests, being confined by the passengers on either side and her small padded stomach was rested uncomfortably on the buckle of the seatbelt, pooling over a little onto her small shorts, dressed for the location she was entering rather than the one she left her thighs had become mercilessly stuck together as the rich chocolatey brown flesh had sweated in her cramped position.

Aisle lady woke with a start on the initial bump of landing, uttering a small apology and looking rather sheepish as she bounced off her bulging breast with the impact.

After what seemed like an agonising wait, she was finally free from her seat and able to unstick her thighs, another long wait for her coach and a third for the journey to the hotel and finally she was there, all inclusive paradise! Setting her small luggage down in the hotel room and quickly undressed, her white tank top now damp with sweat was quickly removed, along with the simple white bra beneath, unclipped and cast aside to make room for a floral bikini top, and atop that a fluorescent yellow crop top, showing her soft plush middle and small thin flat line of her bellybutton to any who would care to look beneath the eyewatering mound of cleavage that bubbled forth.

The olive green khaki shorts which were now forest green between her thighs and in a thick gouge between her wobbling wide ass cheeks were removed to reveal a soaked set of quite practical black panties, in great contrast to the matching miniscule bikini bottom, which quickly disappeared between her great brown cheeks, which were then swiftly crammed into a pair of equally small denim shorts, large amounts of each cheek bulged from the bottom of their torn appearance.

With a quick look in the mirror and a small tug at her shorts, moving them up no more than a centimetre as they caught on the underside of her soft tummy and love handles, she was off out the door and to the pool.

It was everything she could have dreamed for, the pool was relatively quiet, only a few adults lounged around, mostly older people with plenty of free time, coming just after the main season was a success, the pool lay circular, orientated around a central bar for the all inclusive patrons to paddle up to and drink as they swam, a few others dotted the pool edge offering more intricate beverages that would be harder to transport in large quantities, but none of this was truly what she came for, she spied it, the all you can eat, all inclusive, all hours, buffet.

Quickly she strode over, jiggling and wobbling as she went, her ass quivered with each powerful step and her breasts threatened to bounce free in unison, her plush tummy wobbling fluidly to and fro between the opposing tidal forces.

Picking a small table near to the buffet she picked up one of the plates and began to load it, soft white breads with a slight sweet taste and plenty of continental meat and cheese, she had missed the breakfast layout and lunch was quickly tarrying by, she had to make the most of it, stacking plate after plate of rice dishes, seafood, the ever present chips she stacked them onto her small table, stopping occasionally to sample from her plate as she ferried them to her chosen table until not an inch of it lay uncovered, before she finally sat down and permitted her holiday to begin, her fingers and cutlery flashed back and forth interchangeably, sampling all that she had brought herself, swiftly constructing sandwiches crammed with all she could fit into them and just as quickly demolishing them, forkfuls or paella and fried mushrooms were ferried to her deep brown lips, her perfect white teeth flashing forward in eagerness to taste the next bite.

And as she feasted, she grew, her small plush stomach pushed forward against her denim shorts, bugling forward over the button and pushing them out of the way, slowly surging forward as she continued her feast, as the plates began to clear she was subtly made aware of another desire within her, the baking sun and swift exertion of the movement of her arms had worked up a thirst, stuffing the final few morsels into her mouth she hefted from her seat, her bulging stomach now just barely visible between the twin mounds of her breasts, the front of her shorts pushed down by the bulge now sitting atop, as she walked it churned inside her. She could feel the new weight of it as she spied the bar, walking over to the tender she requested three glasses of coke, to which he silently pointed her to a machine she had missed at the end of the buffet, a soda fountain, with large cups next to it.

“Perfect, thank you!” As she turned, she felt the solid mass within her swing against the walls of her tummy, a pleasurable feeling, but not the best, she had one she desired more, and for that, she needed more.

The bartender watched intently at her backside as it sashayed away, seeing each cheek fluidly wobble as she strode purposefully to the fountain was on his mind for the next few quiet evenings.

She reached the fountain and filled up once of the paper cups, quickly guzzling the entire beverage as it burned in it’s fizzy glory down her throat, the effect was instant, her bulging stomach began once again it’s growth spurt, this time gas pushed against the walls, creating more pressure within, another cup was filled while this one was downed, and it quickly took it’s place, not leaving room for the gas to escape as it was pushed down by another torrent of liquid, and once more, quickly her stomach began to revolt, the fizzing bubbling liquid burned at her throat until she finally gave it a moment to escape.

*URRRRRRRRRRRRRP*

“Oof god, right, back to work.” She filled the cup once more and took it to her table, dutifully emptied by the relatively idle wait staff, once more the table was filled, and she set back to work, her pace slightly slowed by the dull ache within, warning her of impending fullness and to give time and a thought to digestion. This was quickly ignored.

Her growing stomach continued to surge forth, pooling more onto her knees and filling up beneath her breasts, lifting them as it strove to become the most dominant feature on her person, the crop top allowed it space to grow but began to strain as the breasts were pushed up against it, the shorts however had nowhere such to go, the button strained further and further until it could finally take no more, popping lose trapped beneath her growing stomach and her wide spread thighs, the small moment of relief from the external pressure renewed her vigour as she shovelled more of the delicious food into her, small bits of the gassy drinks escaped as they were pushed aside by the unending onslaught of food.

*Urp* Gulp. *Up*

She began to moan as she felt her belly begin to get taught at the top where her stomach sat, distended with huge amounts of food, her bellybutton being pulled upwards out of it’s usual thin line to become a hollow divot in an ever shallower face, she shuffled in her seat, trying to un-wedge her shorts from beneath her, her stomach moving like a solid lump between her thighs, unsuccessful she decided to push on and sort them once the plates before her were done, not much remained as her taught stomach began to cause her to get flustered, her nipples hardened beneath her bikini top as she began to make the bottoms damp, she bit her lip between the last few bites before standing up, a greater effort now than it was before, her stomach surged forth as she bent to stand, straining her as she shuffled while standing, squeezing out of her shorts and removing her tank top, clad in only her bikini she relaxed, any unwarranted strain was removed, but it had not relieved much of the pressure. She glanced around the room to see the trays being removed, hot steaming plates came out to replace them, burgers, a fresh paella, pizza slices, chicken.

Her eyes glinted with unabated greed as she saw her next meal set down, her stomach groaned and growled beneath her, warning her she had passed full before the first plates were done. This too, was ignored.

The next hour or so passed in a blur for her, hazily walking back and forth, sampling all there was to offer, perhaps more than sampling those she enjoyed, the transition to wine hadn’t helped clear her mind, nor had the near constant stimulation of her bikini bottoms bulled taught against her, but her main joy came from the ever growing orb, she cradled it with one arm as she filled her plates again, the dull ache became a searing pain and she could not stop herself from moaning, the creaks and warnings did nothing but excite her, finally, when she could fit in no more, and take the waiting no more, she staggered back to her room, stopping in the mirror once again she saw herself, the breasts pushed far above where they had left the apartment, unduly lifted and with the base of her areolas peeking beneath the fabric, and her bottoms invisible from all sides but behind, where the faintest sliver of floral could be seen appearing from the top of her ass crack and wrapping around her sides, but the thing she most wanted to see stood firm and proud, her mahogany brown orb of a stomach stood proud, surpassing her breasts and ass in size, surging forward over the pants, taught from top to bottom as the lunch had been pushed down deeper within her to make room for the onslaught of dinner, she rubbed it lovingly as it creaked and groaned, protesting the torment it had just been subjected to.

“Don’t worry tummy, you’ll learn to stretch, this is only day one, and mummy has a big treat for you tomorrow at breakfast, so you’d better be ready,” her hands slowly slid down her front, straining to reach beneath the grumbling dome, hefting it out of the way caused a surge of pain and pleasure.

*Urrp*

She could just reach, her fingers slipped under the lip of her bikini as she stoked her sex, watching herself in the mirror as she did, soon she could stand up no longer, her knees began to weaken and she Collapsed back onto the bed, looking down around the behemoth into the mirror to see her bugling stomach covering all her features but her hand and her legs, she quickly got to work, sending herself off as climax after climax rocked her body.

The next morning she awoke with the sunrise, the heat waking her, her hand still limply held within her bikini bottoms and the other resting on her much deflated stomach, she stood and looked in the mirror and saw a small potbelly, mostly located at the lower half od her stomach, quickly making her way to the bathroom she showered and removed this obstruction as she felt herself for new features, her thighs seemed just that little thicker and her breasts a little heavier, her stomach had seen the most though, a soft pooch sat forward as she stoked it gently, it let out a rumble, after being stretched so far the night previous it now felt empty, and desperate for more.

Quickly a new bikini was chosen, forest green this time, khaki shorts and a white t shirt quickly followed, though she found them slightly harder to button, and the shirt fit slightly snugger around her stomach.

She trotted down to her old table, one of the first there as the breakfast trays were laid out, grabbing a plate and setting two slices of bread on the toasting rack she got to work, bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, more cold meats and cheese, all made it’s way swiftly into her mouth, her plump lips groping forward for the next bite as she shovelled food in while she was still hungry, her stomach responded in kind, pushing against the buttons of the shorts much quicker than last time, this time she wasn’t inclined to bust them, one hand moving down to unbutton them as the other continued to feed her, she continued at this as her stomach grew and grew, her t-shirt pushing up and over her taught stomach, eventually rolling up beneath her breasts as she pushed herself beyond where she had finished yesterday, the mass of it surging forth to rest on her thighs as she continued to force more in, pushing forward to reach the table as it began to groan and creak, dull aches grew to sharp pangs as she forced the last morsel in and she lay back, rubbing her stomach for a few minutes before pushing back from the table and bending to stand, small belches escaped as she did, the very last room in her being pushed up and out as she compressed the angry brown mass, a slightly red hue barely visible on the dark chocolate skin flushed for a moment before she stood, stretching the feature out once more, she waddled to the loungers, holding her stomach with both hands as she did, quickly falling back onto one she lay and slept for a few hours, her dreams pondered herself eating more, seeing herself grow and grow, no need to stop as her stomach surged forth, no pesky contrivances of needing to stop for pains sake, just a constant pressure of overfullness from within.

She awoke to the clatter of pans being laid out for lunch, and the cycle started anew.

She staggered back to the door of her room to find the doorway smaller than she remembered, her outer clothes once more discarded for ease of growth, her hands cradled beneath and rubbed the flanks of the gurgling behemoth before her, it surged in all directions, bugling out to the sides and ahead of her, she reached the doorway and stood side on, her arms unable to reach the keyhole past the creaking groaning beast that trembled and shook away in front, then pushing it open she was faced with another task, getting in, she attempted the door side on initially, that previously being her thinnest way due to her wide hips but that idea quickly proved fruitless, as, had she been only the stomach, she still would have struggled, she chose to take it front on, a short shuffle forward found both sides lightly impacted by the door, a sharp pain shot through to her core, laying her hands on either side she slowly compressed the ball, forcing it upwards and downwards, a sharp pain came once again.

*URRRRRRp*

The short release of gas allowed the widest point to slip past, before her hands were forced to let go and slip in behind it, she went to the mirror again, her hands roaming whatever expanse of her stomach they could reach, she was in ecstasy, looking at herself she saw it in it’s full glory, nearly dwarfing the rest of her it stood proud, her bikini top strained painfully atop the bulge, her breasts resting on top of it’s squashed form, her bikini bottoms were nowhere to be seen, turning slowly she found them laid on the floor the other side of the doorway, there was no way she could bend down to reach them, the deep red hue caused her chocolate stomach to look the colour of red mahogany, strips of lighter and darker hues webbed the straining orb as her hand roamed, only reaching partway down her flanks, she desperately tried to reach beneath, only to find her hands getting nowhere close, and any even slight jostle caused her more pain than pleasure, but she had prepared for this, unzipping the front pocket of her case she removed her most beloved possession, clicking it onto the right setting she laid it on the bed, and climbed on with it, her stomach dragging along the covers as she positioned herself atop it, it lay lengthways beneath her, not penetrating but shuddering away, more than enough in her already aroused state to her to cum, as she sat atop it she eventually fell back, as a food coma and le petit mort lulled her to sleep.

The next morning she awoke later, the toy long out of battery as it had shuddered away for hours, her stomach growling her to wakefulness as it complained to remove what it had finally finished processing, glancing at the clock she realised to her misery the day, Sunday, and the time was well into breakfast, she’d have to rush to make the most of her time here! The transfer was at 2. Another freshen up in the shower and a quick explore of her new curves left her flustered already, her thighs wobbled fluidly as her breasts hung onto her slightly pregnant swell of her stomach, her attempt at shorts left them unbuttoned and strained all over and her last remaining top was a tank that was too small before coming, now a crop top, for all purposes.

She hurried to breakfast to make the most of her final hours, eating as she delivered plates many arrived half full, as her stomach swelled forth quickly, the stretch marks of the day before silvery white lines quickly grew into white gorges up the sides of an ever-growing mountain, her stomach cried for her to stop, two days of abuse was enough, and this time she was eating quicker, cutlery was left untouched as she quickly shovelled food to her waiting lips, pushing more and more in, hardly breathing in-between gulps of drinks, sandwiches, cheeses, always conscious of the time, she glutted herself to her very limits, and then beyond, her shorts strained until they could take no more and sprang from her, the surging swell passing any pregnancy and causing her to waddle, as the white gorges began to tint red she felt the agonising pains of pangs and twangs within, she glanced at the clock once more.

11:25

She had to fit another round in, but what? Her stomach strained and begged for no more food, she was inclined to agree, as she waddled toward the soda fountain, she could feel the mass within her, straining at all sides, packed so taught with food that it did not slosh, just move as a singular solid entity.

Her plump lips closed around the nozzle as she depressed the button, liquid and gas flew into her as a rate she had not expected, her eyes bulged as her stomach cried out, audible creaks and groans emanated from the orb as sharp lancing pains stabbed at her from within.

She took her mouth from the nozzle and breathed in.

*URRRRRRRRP*

Her lips puckered forth again, gluttonously searching for more. Another push.

*URP*

A tiny burp escaped her mouth, soda spittling with it as she burped through the stream.

She was truly stuffed, every inch of space within her was gone, she looked down to the behemoth before her, it obscured all from view, surging up and blocking her vision below her breasts and out to the side, the whole thing streaked with deep red lines as it burbled away.

*Crreaaakkk*

*Grroooan*

It issued forth noises that she had never heard before, great lancing pains shot through her fore, her once deep belly button sat flat with her stomach, a small smudge on the great red cobwebbed surface.

She kneeled down, allowing it to rest on the cool floor, wrapped around the orbwith her top half she remained there, slipping into a food coma as her stomach tried desperate to work away at the onslaught forced within.

She awoke again to the sounds of a bus arriving, she went to stand and found herself stuck fast to the floor, pinned by the sheer mass of her planetary stomach, her hands searched for purchase on the soda fountain stand and she dragged herself to unsteady feet. Staggering to the bus she sat in the middle at the back, her case abandoned in her haste and gluttony, the dozed the few hours to the airport and went through security is a daze, regaining herself on her flight she found herself in a predicament, middle seat again, as she shuffled into the position she could feel the strain placed upon her still very delicate stomach, it pushed against the seats as she moved and jostled uncomfortably, each nudge sent a jolt of pain through her, eventually she seated herself.

Her stomach surged forth in the cramped space, compressed on both sides by arm rests and in front by the seat ahead it groaned like a cornered wounded animal, the creaks and deep bassy thrums from within did nothing to soothe her, she was in so much pain, the pressure inside being amplified by the pressure without caused her bellybutton to invert with a quiet.

*pop*

“Shhh shh, it’s ok baby, mamma’s got you, just hold on, keep going, you’ll shrink during the flight, she wont put any more in, she promises.”

Her hands roamed the stretch-marked and pained surface as she cooed to herself.

*Crreeeaaakkk*

*Groooaaan*

A sound like a strained rubber ring and the deep groans of some beast from the depths emanated from her still swelling stomach.

The pain was immense, all this compression was too much, as the accelerated along the runway a small bit of pressure was placed more, the G’s of take-off compressing her much overtaxed organs against her spine.

“please, please, please.” She rubbed the orb, cooing to it softly as those next to her watched as it squashed up and outwards, hueing a deep red as take-off pushed it against her and it desperate squeezed for a way to go.

She screamed as the pain grew too much, the deep red stretch marks became thinner and thinner, she heard a small crackling in her ears, as the pressure of the cabin dropped.

*Creaaak*

*Grrrrroooooaaaaannn*

And all of a sudden, the internal pressure become just a bit higher than the external.

Her stomach lept outwards a few more inches, confined on all sides, this was too much strain.

“Tummy tummy! N-“

BANG

“Sorry folks, due to unforeseen circumstances this flight is going to have to make an emergency landing, we apologise for the delay”