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|12-16-2007, 01:23 AM||#1|
Join Date: Oct 2005
The Best Holidays - by Weightwatcher (~BBW, Eating, Romance, ~MWG)
~BBW, Eating, Romance, ~MWG - a guy on vacation meets a unique young lady.
[Editor's Note: another retrieved tale from the lost Weightwatcher Collection]
The Best Holidays
(as edited by the Observer)
These were the best holidays I ever had. I would be relaxing for four weeks in this first-class-hotel directly at the beach in Nizza. I couldn't have afford it with the average income I usually get - but with the legacy I inherited a few months ago I could now realize my long-term dream.
I had arrived on Saturday, today was Monday. Only two days were enough to give me the feeling of rest, calm and contentment. It was great. The service was silent, but everywhere. If a guest didn't want to move he needn't - you got served everything. And the meals were the best.
I had liked eating good and much since my childhood and was looking forward to four very well-nourishing weeks. I had already purchased some trousers two numbers larger - and I would need them, this was my impression after these 48 hours.
It was a bright, sunny day like every day in Nizza. I just had finished breakfast and were sitting in the lounge, reading the newspapers and taking some peeks of the other guests of the hotel. There were always some people at the reception, waiting to check in or to get some information. Most of them were middle-aged and older, merely in retirement. (Only they could afford the prizes in this house...)
This day, however, a young woman attracted my attention. Two large suitcases were brought for her from the hotel-boy. Obviously she was checking in. I didn't see any company of her - did she come alone? But this was only one unusual thing. The other was - she was a little on the plump side. Between all those skinny girls on the beach she would looked really unique.
I could only see her back, but this was already more than my eyes could bear. She was literally bursting out of her cut-off jeans! I've seldom before seen such a round and plump butt at a girl of nineteen or twenty years! And her thighs were bulging out of the cut-offs and were forming little rolls of fat. Now she was turning to my side - wow!
Her pot-belly stuck out some inches, and love-handles were forming above her waistband and filled her too tight t-shirt. Her upper arms were plump, and so was her bust. Round and full and big and at least a 42DD. And her face was so cute! Plump cheeks and a starting double chin made it very likable. She might, I thought, be approaching 200 pounds.
This day was starting well! I turned back to my newspaper because I knew - this girl would stay here for the next days or even weeks, and I would see her EVERY DAY!
The next morning I was lucky - she sat in the breakfast room at a table for her own. I didn't hesitate long and asked for the free seat at her side. She agreed and we had the chance to talk.
“I’m from Dallas, Texas. This is my first journey to Europe.”
“Oh, I’m from Rome.”
“My name is Janet.”
“I’m Giovanni. Nice to meet you.”
“I hope to find a little rest after my exams. You know, I made my Masters in History just two weeks ago.” She smiled.
“Congratulations! So this is your reward for your efforts at the university?”
“That’s one reason, right. The other reason is - I got a little rounder in the last time. I gained thirty pounds during my exams, believe it or not.”
It was no problem to believe it when I looked at her in all her plumpness. Obviously she hadn’t bought new clothes since she gained the weight so everything was way too tight. An amazing sight!
“Are you sure you’re right in coming here to lose weight? I mean - take a look at the buffet. You’ll get this three times a day!”
“Sure, I have to be careful. But food alone doesn’t make me long for eating. It’s the stress that makes me fat. If I’m calm I don’t eat much. I’m convinced that I’ll lose all those pounds during the next four weeks! But if I don't, then its still a nice time.”
“I hope the best for you!” (Okay, I wasn’t really honest...)
The time before lunch I spent outside, walking down the beach promenade, visiting some nice, but very expensive shops and looking at all those people. Very interesting - I could do that for hours. But then noon came and with it my lunch in the hotel!
Back in the hotel restaurant I found it already crowded. I didn’t expect that. Some kind of stress finding a free place. Only one or two were left, and I had to sit next to a old lady who was suffering from the weight of her jewels. Great. My kind of holidays, I thought. But the meal was very good and filling, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it even more when I discovered my plump Texas-girl a few tables away.
And she also seemed to be enjoying her stay in Nizza - with a full, nearly too full plate of our rich meal! This was amazing - and I wondered if she really would lose weight or perhaps gain some more. We would see - there were nearly four weeks left!
I didn’t see her in the evening, neither at dinner nor in the hall or at the bar. Oh, I learned to love the bar! Usually I didn’t go into bars, but here things were different. Okay, it was expensive, but I could afford it! I think this thought was my main motivation to spend a lot of time at the bar. And I had to take care of not being too buzzed to find back to my room...
The next morning I found her at breakfast. Her plate was packed with bagels, eggs, cheese, ham, chicken and many other things. Not quite a diet to slim down!
I must have made big eyes, because she began excusing her big meal.
“Sorry, it looked just to good to leave it on the buffet!”
“You’re right, but with all these good-looking things you won’t lose weight. On the contrary...”
“Today is just my third day here in Nizza and I’m trying to enjoy it. I think it doesn’t matter if I start my diet tomorrow or even the day after tomorrow. It smells too good to let the chance go by!” She laughed. “If I’m popping out of my dress I promise I’ll start my diet at once!”
It seemed to me that she really wasn't that concerned about her weight. In fact, she was looking for every excuse not to curb her appetite.
Regarding the tightness of her clothes it couldn’t take long. The buttons of her dress were straining to hold the fabric together - but her bulging pot-belly seemed to be stronger than the fabric...
We met again at lunch, at tea-time and at dinner. And she was always eating large amounts of rich foods. At lunch she again excused her eating habits: “I don’t gain weight from lunch, it may be pork or beef or turkey or fish - it doesn’t matter, believe me or not. But if I crave cream cake, which doesn’t take place very often, I can see my belly grow with every bite. Believe it or not.”
She apparently was really convinced from what she said. She went for seconds and thirds to the buffet.
In the afternoon I found her in the cafe - with a large piece of cream cake. I knew I was cruel but I had to be...
“Hi! Nice to see you again! Is your belly already growing?”
She blushed, but found her words quickly.
“Today is the last day before my diet. It is allowed to have a last meal before execution.”
“Will it be that bad?”
“Probably, after having enjoyed all the good things they offer. I’m not sure if I’m really only a stress eater - three days of relaxation made me gain four pounds!”
“There are special conditions in this house... concerning nutrition.”
“I've gotten to know that. And now I have to choose - diet from tomorrow to the rest of my holidays or buying new clothes. Everything has gotten so unbelievable tight.”
“And what’s your choice?”
“Dieting, what else? I can’t afford the expensive fashions they offer here. Did you see anywhere a cheap boutique? I didn’t.”
I was wondering if she would really start to diet or not...
We met at breakfast, as usual. And she only had a crispbread with two slices of cucumber and a half tomato. No eggs, no ham, no bagels. And a cup of black coffee.
“So, you’re starting your diet, are you?” I said when I sat down next to her with my own overflowing plate.
“Right”, she said without her usual smile.
“I wish you the best. It could become hard to stick to it.”
“Don’t think you're telling me anything I don't already know”, she said not very friendly, ate quickly her crispbread, devoured her vegetables and stood up to go out.
“Have a nice day!”
She didn’t reply, but went out quickly.
Later I took a walk on the beach promenade when I saw her jogging, coming in my direction. She had severe difficulties to catch breath - and she was already the slowest jogger I’ve ever seen! Not much faster than the walkers she tried to shed the pounds by physical activity. And - boy was her body active! Her breasts were jumping up and down, also her potbelly, her hips were swaying from one side to the other, and her plump thighs were developing a life on its own. Great! Flabby all over, my little Texas-girl. And of course unable to run at least one mile. When she was only ten feet away, she recognized me and stopped, totally out of breath.
“I’m --- I’m ---- try’n to run ---- but ---- I’m ---- too ------ heavy ----”
“Let’s sit down and relax.”
We sat down for several minutes until her breath was becoming calmer.
“You should’nt intend to run too much in the beginning. It isn’t healthy.”
“But I started at the hotel, just half a mile away. It’s awful - a few years ago I could run five miles without break!”
“You’re a little out of form, nothing else. You should start your program carefully.”
“It is so discouraging. I’d like to lose this weight, but I'm failing already already at the beginning.”
"So did you just gain thirty this loast year - or has there been more since you started college?
"Its been up constantly for six years," she acknowledged. "I've lost some, but its really a net gain of ninety since then. I just don't have the metabolism I did when I was a teen. College has so much stress."
“Yes, and we can't expect to be teens forever. Perhaps you shouldn’t start with jogging. If you start with swimming, you haven’t to deal with carrying your body weight, but you can also burn the calories,” I tried to empathize.
“Do you think so? But my swimsuit doesn’t fit me anymore. I have to lose the weight before I fit into it.”
“What about buying a new one?”
“Way too expensive. There’s no piece below 100 Dollars. I’ve looked already.”
This was the chance to do some charity with my inheritage.
“Uhm - I could buy one for you.”
“No, you can’t. I have to deal with my weight problems, not you.”
“Right - but this is your chance to get a new, well-fitting swimsuit. You're really quite attractive - but you need a swinmsuit that fits. Consider it well.”
She sat silent for a few moments.
“Okay, convinced. Thanks for your offer. I’ll take it!”
Wow! I could see her in the new swimsuit! This would be great!, I thou gt for myself, when we walked through the streets to find a boutique which wasn’t too expensive. Then she took a red one - and looked in it like a baywatch babe, except for the fact, that baywatch babes don’t wear size 14 swimsuits. And this size 14 swimsuit was a bit snug - but she didn’t want to take a number larger because her mother was wearing size 16 - “and she’s really fat, not like me”, she said.
"Okay." I thought. "We’ll see how long you will fit into it..."
We went back to the hotel, changed into our swimming clothes and found a nice place at the beach. She looked stunning when she undressed her t-shirt and her cut-offs! Her breasts were straining the fabric, her belly bulged into it, and her thighs were kind of popping out of the swimsuit. Great. She probably really needed an 18. When she walked to the shore I could see her butt moving up and down and right and left. Great. And when she bent down to splash water around her body I could see her globular butt - great again. I was in heaven.
But before she dove into the water she returned to the beach. What had happened?”
“The water is too cold, I don’t want to get a cold and have to stay in bed. Let’s sit here and enjoy the beach.”
This was okay for me, but I couldn’t believe that the water should be cold in any way. Most days were warm, some even hot, and the water should have warmed up. But perhaps she was afraid to fail again with physical activity? No problem for me either. And she looked good in that swimsuit!
"You really don't thik I'm too fsat as is?"
"Not at all - this is a time when you should be celebrating your achievements, not worrying about such things."
She stood contemplating, and I think lookng at me taking her in.
“OK, I’ve made a decision.”
“You’re sounding serious. Everything okay?”
“I’m going to stop my diet at once.”
“But you have just started. You can’t see any success after such a short time.”
“No. And I’m afraid I wouldn’t see any success even after all those weeks. So why bother?”
“You can’t know it if you don’t try it.”
“I’ve tried it, and it was soooo strenuous. And eating only vegetables when everybody around me is indulging in the richest meals isn’t the right choice for the holiday, as you know because you just saiod it.”
“I see. - Probably you’re right.”
“So I’ve decided to enjoy my holidays like everybody else - much food, much sleep, little physical activity. Let’s start with a large sundae.”
“And what about your weight?”
“I’ll think about it when I’m back in Texas. Not now.”
“And your clothes?”
“Gee, that’s a problem...maybwe I sholuld get something like a muu muu.”
“Okay - I’ll make you another offer. I don’t have to think about money, so I’ll buy you everything you need to be dressed well. Just don't be concerned about your weight while on holiday.”
“But I can’t accept...”
“You can. These are your reward-holidays after graduation, and you should be rewarded. Let me do it for you.”
“Okay... That’s very kind of you, but you shouldn’t...!”
And then she accepted. I next bought her the largest sundae I could get. She devoured it quicker than I could look.
“Another one would be heaven for me now”, she smiled to me.
I didn’t know how she managed to eat the second one, but afterwards her belly bulged one inch more than before. My imagination was - these could become the most nourishing holidays she had ever had!
I then took her on a shopping trip - being sure to see to it that nothing was less than a size 18. It cost me over $1000 in her currency but since it was in lira she did not know this. I made it apparent that I did not care.
At dinner she assumed her old eating habits - appetizers and entrées, rich cream pudding for dessert and a half bottle of wine.
“We should celebrate this evening!” she said resolutely.
“Why? Is your birthday today or anything else like that?”
“We should celebrate my return to true life!”
“You see - there was my graduation. No life in the original meaning of the word. Then there was my diet-trial - also no life...”
“...in the original sense of the word.” I ventured.
“Yep. Now I’m enjoying life and food and everything again - my return to life. Let’s celebrate it!”
“And what do you think how we should do that?”
“Uhm - two or three bottles of the best champagne they have should be okay.”
“Okay, that’s really a return to life.”
We spent the night at the bar - drinking champagne, munching potato chips and ordering large sundaes. She was good in drinking - my tongue got into difficulties after the second bottle we had together, but she continued to talk about her life and her friends and the university.
“You’re somehow used to this stuff, are you? You’re drinking it like water.”
“I haven’t yet told you about our student parties. You eat together, you dance together, and you drink together. The last point was my special. Only champagne. I could drink my roommate and her friends under the table. And even with 2,0 promille alcohol in blood I went straight ahead. But this sweet stuff makes you fat. There is so much sugar in it that every bottle lets gain you around a half pound. That’s the reason why I got so fat in the last six months.”
She poured the rest of the champagne into her mouth.
“So we’ll have another one?”
“Okay.” I ordered it.
“And what about another sundae? Champagne and ice-cream is my favorite.”
There were some more “okays” until we left the bar in the early morning, both not really sober, but having returned to real life.
We met at breakfast. Her plate was packed with all the delicious foods she hadn’t eaten for one day. In fact - she was eating as if she was catching up the last breakfast she missed.
“So we are returning to real life. This means obviously good and much eating and drinking. But are there other things we could do to celebrate live and to enjoy our holidays or do you want to sit and eat the whole day?” I tried to sound really serious about her eating habits.
“Why not? Eating is fun, and eating the whole day is much fun.”
She took a large bite from her cream-cheese bagel and stuffed her mouth with some roast. It took one or two minutes until she could talk again.
“What about spending the day at the beach? We could get some tan, read and eat a lot of ice-cream! What do you think?”
“Great - this was just my idea. Let’s start soon, otherwise there won’t be enough free sunshades. Hurry up.”
“What do you think where I am? I’m in my holidays, and I can eat as much and as long as I want.”
It took another hour (!) until she finished her eating and was ready to put on her bathing suit. Her pot-belly seemed to get somehow out of control; it was rounded like a pregnant belly in sixth months.
At the beach I had the pleasure to see her wonderful curves in her wonderful swimsuit. Yes, it had been a little tight - only a little -, when we bought it, but it looked as if it has gotten tighter since then. “Then” - “then” was yesterday!!!
Now we had found our programme for the holidays - sleeping late in the morning, eating much, sitting at the beach, having lunch, taking a nap, sitting at the beach again and buying some ice-cream, having dinner, sitting outside at the beach promenade, having our drinks at the bar and munching some chips. I knew it and she knew it, too - this was the best way to pile on the pounds in the shortest possible time.
And boy, we did! We didn’t use scales to measure our weight gain, but it was obvious, that we were expanding like balloons. Her pot-belly grew into a paunch, her thighs were becoming thunder-thighs, and her double-chin was now always visible (and not only when she was looking down).
And me? My little beer-belly got into a big beer-belly and started to hang over my waistband. But I didn’t mind - this was the way I liked it most. Soft and jiggling and heavy.
We were following our special holiday schedule with eager. No hasty movement! No loss of eatable calories! And no omitting of any meal! This was our creed for these days.
My companion had proven herself to be a real glutton of a girl, getting heavier day by day. She had to have gained over 20 pounds in but a month. Her belly arched over her fat thighs when she sat, and I could hardly believe my eyes, that her butt was THAT fat and jiggling when she walked.
I could tell that she would be needing again new jeans and t-shirts because she didn’t fit any longer into her old jeans, and her old t-shirts made her look like a female Micheline man. Even the bathing-suit which I had bought her looked ridiculous small at her widened body. But she seemed not to care.
As we neared the end of our holidays binge we came close to eating ourselves into unconsciousness. After dinner in our hotel we went for a second dinner into another restaurant, and I only remember two plates of lasagne and two bottles of wine that I drank. She had two plates for herself after the three helpings we had in the hotel. Don’t ask me how we came back into our rooms - we were buzzed from being stuffed and drunk from the wine.
Tomorrow we’ll leave. It’s a pity. Our time together was wonderful and - very nourishing. We both started to become really fat. My belly had gotten so huge that it was difficult for me to bend over to my feet and to put on shoes. Janet could only walk in a waddling style, her big and soft belly arched in front of her like a beach ball, her boobs rested on it like melons, her upper arms looked as if they were small balloons and she was beginning to sport a definite double chin. Due to her expanding figure we had to buy clothes again so that she had something to wear during the journey.
So we’re leaving tomorrow - but not without a future. We’ve decided to start together into the future! She’ll come with me to my house, then we’ll visit her home in the USA, and if my dreams come true, we’ll be getting married in less than six months. By giving her freedom to eat as she desires I have found the girl of my dreams.
Last edited by Observer : 12-16-2007 at 01:38 AM.
|12-17-2007, 02:04 AM||#2|
Join Date: Mar 2007
Very nice...sounds like a good holiday!
Always think holiday's are a great topic for a WG story - people letting themselves go and just having fun. I certainly know that the all inclusive resorts in Spain are a great place to go - you can always tell what phase of the holiday a couple are at from their belly's. Beginning, middle or end!
|12-17-2007, 02:21 AM||#3|
Join Date: Oct 2005
Ah yes - the Spanish Riviera.
As I recall your Corporate Chubbies series promises us a tour of that fine area as a reward to Tasha, Sally and crew for landing a certain large account. Although its a number of episodes away I and other CC fans are anticipating your description of that odyessy!