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~BBW, Mild ~Sex ~XWG – A fat phobic woman has to come to terms with her own expanding figure.

Just like the Hotel California
By TheOwl

Chapter One

Natasha set off travelling in March, having found herself in short order suddenly without both a job and a boyfriend. It was something she had always wanted to do, but had never seemed right; now at age twenty seven, with a bit of money saved in the bank, she could not think of a reason not to.

She booked a flight to Santiago, Chile, and off she went. The plan was that she would gradually head towards Mexico, from there she would get a flight back to the UK. She decided on South and Central America because it would give her the chance to use the Spanish she had learnt in school and university, but had failed to use since.

First she did some partying in Santiago, but then she set off proper and visited all the places that you were meant to along the way. Like the salt flats in North Chile and Southern Bolivia, where her tour was spectacular, then the very odd city of La Paz in Bolivia at 3,660 meters (12,008 feet) above sea level, which took a bit off getting used to. When she did a tour of the prison she discovered that you pay the guards to let you in but the guards stay on the outside. This slightly scared her but was certainly a unique experience.

After that there was Lake Titicaca on both sides Bolivian and Peruvian border. Next was Cusco and of course from there did a trek to the very special Machu Picchu. Although she had seen it in pictures it could not help but amaze her when looking down on the city of Cusco from Huayna Picchu.

The next stop was Arequipa, which was a base to visit the Colca Canyon, the largest in the world but also a beautiful city in its own right. This was followed by sand boarding in the dunes surrounding the oasis of Huacachina. Ashe wasn’t sure whether the buggy ride scared her more than being on the board.

Thus it was that, after two months of travelling, she found herself in Mancora, a small but lively beach town on the coast of Peru. She decided to stay one of the biggest party hostels in the town, which was more like an apartment complex you would find in Ibiza, than a usual hostel. It had its own large pool and sun bathing area, a big bar and two big white blocks of rooms for guests.

It did not take long for Natasha to get herself out by the pool to top up her already impressive tan, showing off what was in her eyes her almost perfect body, except maybe the few pounds she had put on over the last couple of months, in a drawstring bikini.

She was lounging with Rachael, another turista she had been travelling with for the last four weeks. Rachel was not quite as slim as Natasha but not far off.

“Hey Rachael, have you seen those two over there by the beach ball? Can you believe that they are wearing bikinis, when they have a figure like there’s? You would have thought they would be too embarrassed and made sure to cover up a bit.”

“I know; how can one even let themselves go like that? All you need to do is watch what you eat and do a bit of exercise, it’s not hard,” Rachel replied with a dismissive air.

They were referring to Luisa and Myella, two of the cooks for the kitchen in the hostel, who were also out enjoying the sun, while leaving the Chef in the kitchen on his own for a while. Like a lot of the local women in Mancora they were what most people would class as overweight, Luisa weighing in at two hundred and twenty and Myella two hundred and forty pounds.

It was an occupational hazard. Both had put on weight since working in the hostel; it just seemed to be a hazard of spending most days always around food. With many local woman working in restaurants for the turistas and new foods in there diets most of the local women seemed to be at least a little over weight. Also like most of the local women, the weight tended to have gone straight to there bellies, hips and thigh, leaving them with reasonably small breasts.

Natasha during her childhood had been ingrained with the idea that to be overweight was more than just bad; it meant that you were inferior, as you had not got the control to stay thin. Both her parents had stayed the same weight they had been when they left school right up to the fifty three years old they both were now. Her Dad had always been merciless on anyone who did not fit into his ideals and Natasha had picked up some of this herself.

When she had gone off to university, without really noticing she packed on around ten pounds her first term, taking her up to her highest ever weight of one hundred and thirty five. When she came back for the Christmas holidays the first thing her Dad said was, “Someone is looking a little chunky, now aren’t they.”

So, even though it was Christmas, Nat went on a diet and by the time she went back three weeks later she had lost most the weight and then gradually got down to the one hundred and fifteen pounds and stayed that until she left to go travelling.

Now her father was nowhere near as bad to Natasha as he was to her sister Joanna, who when she was sixteen went away for the summer and came back almost twenty pounds heavier. At first her Dad just made some comments, but when she did not start to lose the weight, but actually put on more, he decided to go further.

One night he flipped and got her to strip down to her underwear in front of Natasha and her mother for an exercise in humiliation.

“Oink, oink, look its jelly belly” he said shaking her little belly. “I never thought one of my own would end up turning into a porker, look at that fat ass she’s gotten.”

By then Joanna was crying and then ran off and locked herself in her room. The following day she started a diet and in no time lost every pound she had put on.

Natasha’s parents were gone now, but the imprint of their fatophobia was ingrained into her life scripts. Her extreme attitudes on food and exercise had negatively impscted her relationships with men gar more than she understood or realized. She was programmed to believe she was right – any fatness was an automatic proof of inferiority. .

In Mancora it was like a holiday from a holiday, if you did not like surfing there was not much to do besides sunbath, drink and be merry. That is exactly what Natasha got in the habit of doing, lounging by the pool by day and partying hard at night.

After a week Rachel left to head on into Ecuador, but Natasha was having far too much fun letting loose and decided to stay on a while longer. Then one afternoon two weeks later, she was on the internet and she checked the balance of her bank account. She realized she barely had the money left in her account to pay off the dab she had built up at the hostel, let alone to carry on travelling.

Natasha had never been good with money and had not given much thought to how far three thousand pounds would actually get her. So here she was now with no money left for a flight and miles less than halfway into what she had planned for her trip.

 

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Chapter 4

Brendan could not believe it. Most of his staff had come down with food poisoning. It was not the first time it had happened, but this was the worst ever. They had been out the previous night to one of the local restaurants for dinner and drinks and now they were all seated by various toilets puking their guts.

It left him very short of staff, leaving basically those who missed the restaurant the night before. There was still most of the cleaning staff as only one of them had gone, but he was left with only Becky on reception, Luisa in the kitchen and then Natasha and himself. He decided to*get Becky and Luisa to do their usual job while Natasha and he would cover the bar but help out if they got to busy on the kitchen and reception.

He could not remember the last time he had done a shift behind the bar with Natasha. One thing he first noticed she took a bit of getting around, if there paths crossed. Then when Natasha was bending down to get some glass out of a cupboard he had the strange urge to give her big ass a quick squeeze. He didn't, as it would have been very inappropriate but the wish to do it was there and he could not stop thinking about how lovely it must feel.

It was odd. Yes, Brendan liked a woman to have a bit of flesh on her bones, his last girlfriend tipping the scales at around one hundred and eighty pounds, but he had never lusted over women of Natasha's size before. With the lunch time rush and Natasha helping out Luisa in the kitchen Brendan managed to get his mind back on the job. That was much needed with the amount of guests that needed serving.

It was not until about nine that night that something else odd happened. He bumped into her as they were both crossing the bar and Brendan could not help but gawk at Natasha's gigantic cleavage. Now Brendan liked big breasts on a woman, but these were simply monumental, and as that observation combined that with the thought of her ass earlier he could not comprehend where these thoughts had come from.

Admittedly when they had first met her nearly three years ago he had a girlfriend back in Australia. Then she broke his heart by finishing with him, when she found someone closer to home and it was probably only now he was starting to think about women again. But why Natasha?

Yes, he remembered how hot he thought she was when she started but surely not now. She was huge, but here he was starting to think of what he would like to do to her.

As the shift came to an end at 1 am, although he was knackered from a long days work he could not help but ask Natasha if she wanted to stay behind for a drink. She duly accepted. She had always had a soft spot for Brendan, but he was at first unavailable and then after she put on weight there was no way he could possibly be interested in her. Still she could not help but notice he had been acting a little odd today. She could have sworn she caught him staring at her breasts on more than one occasion and now the offer of a drink, how very odd.

It was odd. They could usually talk to each other so easily but Brendan really was struggling to spark up the conversation this night. Finally he just started talking about what a hard day it had been and his thoughts that the local restaurants may be out to sabotage him as it was not the first time staff had gone down with food poisoning when they had used the local eateries.

It wasn’t what he really wanted to talk about, but it got the conversation moving and allowed them to move on to offer topics. Once they finished there drinks he got a second for them each but this time sat closer to Natasha than he had before. When he rested his hand on her leg his intentions became clear and the flirting between the two began. Both may have been a little rusty as they had not done much chatting up of the opposite sex recently but things were going well. Then as they were finishing their drinks Brendan leaned in to kiss Natasha and she moved slightly to meet him and there lips remained joined for the next few minutes.

When they finished Natasha suggested.“So how about we take this back to my room?”

“Ummm, that could certainily be fun, lead the way.”

This gave Brendan the opportunity to have another look at her fabulous derriere which he was looking forward to getting closer look at very soon. As Natasha stripped off it struck Brendan, how much bigger she was than any woman he had ever been with before, she really was a mountain of flesh. The two were to have a fabulous night, as he got to explore all her curves, be it those huge mammaries, the gargantuan belly or tree trunk thighs. It may of been a little awkward getting used to being with someone of Natasha's size, but the passion they had for one another made it the best sex the two had ever experienced.
Soon they were spent and fast asleep.

“Hey sleepy head, I thought you would have gone by now,” Natasha exclaimed the net morning.

“What”

“Isn't this the normal time you go off surfing?

“Well yes, but how could I leave, when I was next to this beautiful goddess.”

“Oh you, well I guess we both have to be up in an hour for work, but how about a bit more fun first.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.”
It was for Natasha a much more satisfactory reply than her encounter with Sean.

Thankfully some of the other staff were well enough to go back to work that day, so they did not need to work constantly. Brendan could not help but spend the day looking across at Natasha and looking forward to melting into her soft flesh again.

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Kelly was two months into a five month Latin America trip, retracing a path another member of her family had taken two yers before, when she found herself passing through Mancora to enjoy a bit of time by the sea. She from her sun lounger by the pool got a good view of another woman soaking up some rays and could not believe her eyes.

“How can a woman that large ever contemplate wearing a bikini that small? Its obscene with all the layers of fat,” she thought

If Kelly thought the woman was big on the lounger, when she got up and wandered toward the bar, she looked even bigger. That belly, that ass, it was all so much. Then what did she do when she reached the bar but pick up three brownie's and head back to her lounger, eating the first on the way. Kelly could not see how anyone would need three, an odd treat is fine but constant gluttony, well that was just too much. But what really shocked Kelly was when she saw this really hot guy go up the whale of a woman and give her a long passionate kiss.

“How very odd.” She wrote as she shared the experience with her girl friend back in the states.

With the heat getting to much for her Kelly headed to bar to sit in the shade and get a drink. Sitting at the bar she saw those brownie's and thought they really did look nice, one would not hurt so she bought one. It was every bit as good as it looked and she really fancied a second, but no, one was available, so she just ordered another drink. Half an hour later her mind was still on that brownie and she gave in and ordered a second, but that was it for treats at least for a few days she declared to herself.

She was startled at the email she got from her friend in return. “The barmaids in Manorca, as well as the ladies of the town in general are indeed large, But their men find them to be real women, and not without cause. Someday I might share with you from some guys I know who once visited there why that hot guy would show such interest in his obese sweetie. I regret to say that they were not the gentleman they should have been.”

“What is this all about,” she wondered. “Do the men of this city ca indeed have a thing for fast women? And is there good reason?”

It challenged Kelly’s world view, but as she looked about she saw that it seemed to be true.

Eight weeks later Kelly was finally leaving Mancora. she had been planning on leaving for a month, but had finally booked the ticket and the bus left in a couple of hours. Kelly looked at her reflection in the mirror in the bathroom and was shocked at what she saw. Well not totally shocked. She knew she had been drinking more than she normally did, she had all those fatty meals the hostel served three times a day. Then there was the doughnuts and particularly the brownie's they were just divine and she had not been able to help herself from them.

Her usual resolve around food had deserted her and the pot belly was there as proof, she had managed to put on twenty pounds in just two months. This, she declared, was where the line would be drawn though. Now that she was leaving she could get back on track, this extra fat would soon be a thing of the past. However, it did not stop her picking up two doughnuts and three brownie's for the bus trip,
“Traveling can be such a bore after all.” she reasoned.

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Natasha and Brendan's relationship went from strength to strength and over the next six months they just kept getting closer. Natasha gradually as each month passed started to consider herself to be beautiful even though she was a big woman. The fact that some people would stare at her around the town and hostel stopped bothering as she was happy with who she was.

After six months they finally decided to quit their jobs and do the travelling they had both been meaning to do for ages.

Epilogue

Kelly after returning home was set up on a blind date with a friend of her email correspondent’s brother Steve. Steve warned the friend that this was a favor to his sister, the girl was affectionately called a 'whale'. The problem was Sean hit it off with her and barely noticed what size she was, even though she pretty much the size of Natasha at the point that he had hurt her so badly. After it became apparent they he actually liked Kelly his friends came to accept her.

Kelly. as much as she had intended to as she left Mancora to lose the weight she had gained, never managed to. During the course of the next two and a bit months of her travels she managed to put on an extra fifteen pound to the twenty from Mancora. Upon accessing the damage back in her flat in New York, she could not say she was to disappointed with what she actually saw in the mirror.

Unlike Natasha she quickly saw that even with the extra pounds she was still beautiful. As a result she allowed her appetite to flourish and her body did as a response and two years later she was closing in on three hundred pounds and did not mind in the slightest. By then she and Sean were history, but she had met Jonathan, a FA who loved every pound of her growing body.

Claire although she enjoyed her time visiting Natasha in Mancora and all the food she ate she was not impressed with the extra pounds that they brought. She did not mind being a bit chubby and neither did her boyfriend Rob but she did not want to become too fat. At first the extra pounds she had gained would not go away but then Danielle started working at the company she worked and became her new gym partner. She managed to get back down to one hundred and sixty pounds and after it seemed to hover between that and one seventy.

After four months of travelling around Brendan and Natasha settled into a new hostel they decided to open in Canoa in Western coast of Ecuador. It was much smaller than the one in Mancora and the town was much more laid back which they also preferred. It also had pretty good surf which helped keep Brendan happy as well. Life in Canoa was relaxing for Brendan and eating with his BBW started to have an impact on his own body. His active life kept him muscular but all food at meals meant he developed a bit of a belly as time passed.

Once they were organized they offered a job to Luisa as chef*as the place had a big kitchen and room outside for quite a few tables. They realized it would make a reasonable sized restaurant that could be used by both guests of the hostel, but also other people visiting Canoa. Luisa took the job as head chef of her own restaurant very seriously and was testing out plenty of dishes, accordingly her two hundred and sixty pound figure swelled to a three hundred and ten pound one over the next year.

Myella after losing her two best friends in quick succession was a bit upset but soon made new ones. Two years after Luisa left she got the top job when the chef decided it was time to retire and she started to improve the menu. Myella was two hundred and forty pounds when Natasha first arrived and stayed about that the time she was there and beyond, she had just already reached her plateau.

During her travels around Ecuador, Columbia and Venezuela with Brendan, Natasha had actually lost some weight, slipping from three hundred and seventy five back down to three hundred and fifty. The traveling meant more exercise and less opportunity snack, but once she settled into life in Canoa she started to eat more again but healthier food as that is what Luisa was making at her restaurant. Also Brendan made sure she joined him for walks on a regular basis. None of that was enough to stop her weight climbing and after a year she edged over four hundred pounds. That was around the time*when Brendan proposed to her and she happily accepted.

Natasha’s sister Joanna was favored to be one of the bridesmaids at the wedding along with Claire. Rachel was never heard from again. . Although around half the size of he bride the success of her SSSBBW sis helped Joanna to de-script the evil messages of self-abnegation she’d had in her head for years. After the ceremony she began letting her own weight coast to a level she was comfortable with, finally marrying a guy who’d been telling her for years that she really was better a few sizes larger. She now knew he wasn’t “settling” for a BBW – he genuinely wanted one.
 

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Chapter 3

Sometime into her second year three Norte Americano jocks were staying at the hotel.

“Can you believe that girl behind the bar guys? How can someone that fat think it is a good idea to wear a bikini that small?” Steve said

“I know what you mean. You can hardly tell that she has any bottoms on, the way they ride up her ass,” replied Paul

“You know what? I have an idea. Why don’t we turn it into a man points challenge; two points if you can get off with her and five if you can bed her.” Steve said

“Yeah we could do, but lets make it more interesting and make it ten points, not five, if you can pull her.” Sean added

“Deal,” the other two said in unison.

The three lads were on a five week trip in South America and had decided as a way to spice the vacation up a little to do a series of challenges for man points. These had included eating a whole tub of hot sauce in a restaurant, various drinking games and pulling the ugly bird in a club. Now they had decided that the next challenge was to try sleep with the now two hundred and ten pound Natasha.

Sean was a good distance behind the other two and was determined to get the ten points on offer that night to bring him back in with a shot of winning the coveted award, before they went home in a week. They went back to their rooms after they finished their drinks to get changed for the evening. Sean decided to put in some extra effort to improve his odds.

Later they positioned themselves at the bar so they would get plenty of chance to chat up Natasha. Natasha, who had been struggling to get guys to buy her drinks recently, found the attention she was getting very flattering. When her shift finished at one am, she went with them to a bar that was open until three. It soon became obvious to the other two that it was Sean that she was more interested in and they went off and looked for a woman of there own. Before long they were back in Natasha's room and were soon having a drunken tumble in her bed and passed oiut.

“Hey morning, I was wondering if you fancied another shag, morning sex is always better.” Natasha said when they awoke.

He looked at her and that amazing chest and initially thought “hey, why not?”
But then his eyes wondered down to her belly and it all*seemed a lot less appealing to him. This was for man points after all, not because he really wanted her.

“You really think I want to have sex with you again? Once was enough; I only slept with you for some man points. I don’t really want to sleep with a heifer like you.”*And then he grabbed his clothes, changed and made for the door.

Meanwhile she slumped back down on her bed and started to cry to herself. How could she have been so stupid? How could she get so fat? She knew that to be fat was to be inferior, but she had let herself get fat anyway and now people would only want her for a butt of a joke.

She just lay there until she had to get up for an afternoon shift starting at one mulling it all over in her head. Getting ready she stared at her face in the mirror and realized that even before she had gotten fat, her cheeks were definitely chubbier than before and she even had the hint of a double chin forming.

Now she noticed to that her breasts were starting to lose their perkiness and seemed to be starting to rest on her belly. For work she put a smile on her face, but she was anything but happy on the inside. She just could not stop thinking of how she had let this happen to herself. She was at least pleased to find that Sean and his friends had checked out of the hostel, so she would not have to see his smug face again.

It could have been the turning point for Natasha to lose the weight she had put on, but instead she felt defeated. Rather than cut back on what she was eating she instead turned to food to comfort her, eating far more than she had been previously.

A typical day would go like this, usually have a fried breakfast when she got up, would then have a couple of doughnuts mid morning. Lunch would normally be burger and chips and she would get Luisa to put extra chips on her plate than the standard, which was already a lot. then follow it with two or three brownies, around three in the afternoon she would order a BLT again with some chips on the side, at seven the evening meal is served and Nat would make sure see got a portion bigger than the standard size.

She would also drink plenty of beer and other alcoholic drinks during the day. After her shift finished she would go for a few drinks at one of the local bars and on the way home she would often stop for a hot dog or burger. As a result Natasha's very quickly started to balloon up and there was no way you could call her anything but fat.

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One day when both Natasha and Luisa were off work, they decided to go down to the beach together. As they were heading out Natasha noticed that if anything she was now the fattest of the two women, even with the fact that Luisa had herself put on some forty pounds since they had met.

There was no denying it, she really was starting to get massive, there was no way she would have ever thought she could get as big as those two fat asses, she had previously thought of them as when she first arrived. But here she was now with a huge belly that stuck out even further than her friend. It just made*her even more depressed about what had been happening to her, so after they found a spot on the beach to put there towels, she went off in search of an ice cream to make herself feel better.

So Natasha just kept on getting bigger and bigger, as she kept on increasing the amount of food she could put away in a day. She also did very little in the way of exercise, she would go for the odd walk down the beach and the odd lap of the hostels swimming pool, but not really much more. Natasha was getting so big that she was starting to struggle to find clothes to fit her in the town. They may of had plenty of local women that were plump, but not many that matched the size that Natasha was becoming.

It got to the stage that eventually there was nothing that would fit in any of the shops and she ended up having to get a lady in one to the shops, who produced some of her own outfits to start custom making clothes for her. It meant she had to go through the indignity of having her measurements taken to make sure that she got clothes that fit. She could not believe the new numbers as the lady in the shop took them down: 52G breasts, 48 waist 62 hips and her thighs were 34 inches, that was the same as her hips were when she set out travelling she was at pains to remember.

Meanwhile the owner of the hostel had decided to build an extension of a new block of rooms on some spare land he had on the site. With the extra guests he gave Brendan permission to hire some additional staff for the hostel, but also the opportunity to hire an assistant manager.

There was only one person he really considered for the post and that was Natasha, she was forever organizing special nights at the bar, she had been there for ages so knew how things worked and was fluent in both Spanish and English.

Natasha was thrilled with the promotion and the extra money it would give her, she had found that all the extra clothes and paying for drinks and things, she was not really managing to save any money. She would still do a few shifts in the bar, but would also now do other things around the hostel as well and she was pleased she would not have to stand up as often as she found it pretty tiring sometimes.

The one thing good was that the position advancement did help Natasha’s self esteem – Brandon’s vote of confidence showed her that a fat person could be worth something. But it did nothing to curb what had become her insatiable love of food.

Two years

Claire had last visited Natasha some eighteen months ago and was really looking forward to seeing her friend again after so long. They spoke a lot over Skype and emailed each other all the time but Natasha never mentioned her weight, so Claire did not ask. It was a real surprise as she entered the hostel to be greeted by the now over three hundred pound Natasha.

The face was the same but for chubbier cheeks and a big second chin, but her body was nothing like the woman she remembered. They hugged and Claire felt herself sinking into Natasha's soft body as they did so.

“Hey it is so good to see you Claire, it has been too long. Before you ask I am certainly not going to join you for a run, I doubt I could do twenty metres any more.”

“I was not going to, I do not really go myself any more, since I have been going out with Rob, I just do not seem to get the time. As you can probably see I've put on a fair bit of weight myself, the last time I stepped on the scale it said I was one hundred and seventy pounds, that’s fifty more than when we used to go to the gym together.”

“It is still not even close to what I weigh now, I may even be twice the woman I was then. Anyway lets get you to your room, then how about getting some lunch?”

“Sure sounds like a plan.”

Lunch was to prove to be a big affair Natasha arranged with Luisa to fix the two of them up with something special and she duly delivered. By the time they arrived at the table it was filled with all manners of fatty foods for them to enjoy.

Claire was in no state to match the appetite of Natasha but she still made a serious dent herself, but Natasha's seemed to Claire as if she could eat forever without stopping. Eventually the table emptied and the porky assistant manager was forced into stopping, although she did pick up a couple of brownies on there way to the pool to do some sun bathing.

Over the course of Claire’s stay, Natasha was having a great time and introducing Claire to all the great food that was available at the hostel and in the rest of the town.

The two weeks that Claire spent in Mancora this time were spent mainly lounging around and eating. It was the first time in ages that Natasha*ate for the enjoyment of it, rather than out of a desire to just make herself feel better. She enjoyed spending the time with her best friend and at the end of the fortnight she started to feel much better about herself and her enlarged figure.

By the time Claire set off for home she had a fabulous time, but was bursting out of her clothes, thanks to all the food Natasha had thrust upon her. She had enjoyed it but was not as impressed to see that she was even bigger than before she arrived.

 

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Chapter Two

Brendan had been manager of the hostel since it opened six months before Natasha arrived. He had worked in one of the owners other hostels and when he opened this one had asked him if he wanted to run it. Like Natasha Brandon was a traveler with bilingual abilities who had run short of funds.

He had been planning to continue travelling after earning a bit of money at the other hostel, but the extra money and the draw of being in a surf town sold him on the idea. He found to start with running a hostel on his own was a lot of hard work managing the kitchen, cleaning, maintenance, reception and bar, but after a time he found that the first three started to need less managing.

The reception and bar departments were still a problem though. The issue in the first case was to find people who spoke both good Spanish and English; with the bar it was holding onto staff as most people just wanted to work about a fortnight to top off their money along the way. Sometimes there was plenty of staff but on others he struggled to cover the shifts and find people who knew what they were doing.

When Natasha came up to him was one of the times when the bar was short on staff but the reception was doing alright.

“Hi, there Brendan, isn’t it, Chris said it was you I needed to check with to see if there was any work going at the moment.”

“There is work behind the bar available have you got any bar experience?”

“I did a bit while I was a university, to pay my way.”

“That’s great; you’re hired. You will need to do four, five hour shifts a week to get your accommodation free, as well as free food and half price drinks/ If you do any more than that then we pay fourteen Soles an hour. You can start this evening at seven, if you like. Then I can let you know what other shifts I have for you.”

“Okay, see you at seven.” She didn’t think through immediately what he had said – her first twenty five hours wouldn’t pay her a dime. Just lodging, free food and half priced drinks. Had she considered it would be no wonder why he staff was so rotund – most of them lived in the hotel dorms and had unlimited free food!

Brendan did not know why he even asked if she had bar experience, because he would have hired her anyway, he was that short of staff. Anyone as stunningly good looking as Natasha was always an asset to have behind a bar. Even if she turned out to be bad at her job, as she would keep the guys at the bar drinking, just to ogle her. Natasha had a body that turned heads at five foot eight, slim and toned physique but still with an impressive cleavage. The long blond hair, the blue eye, cute button nose, perfect skin and all the rest just made her the type of woman men struggled not to notice.

Natasha soon found that her new job had little impact on the amount she could enjoy herself during a week. She had to do one shift a week starting at nine o’clock in the morning, which could be a struggle and with the lack of staff it could get quite busy at certain times. Mmost of the time she got to do the same things just the other side of the bar.

She found normally she tended to have to buy very few drinks on nights out but working behind the bar it almost never happened and those she did she got for half price anyway. With free room and food as well, she tended to do two extra shifts, on top of the four required ones. This gave her free cash to and buy the odd bits and pieces and then try to save the rest.

Now most of the bar staff were put into dorm rooms to stay but as there were none left at the time Nat got put into a private double room, which they forgot to move her out of and she was not keen to point out. It was ideal when she wanted to bring back one of the hot guys that happened to be staying in the hostel because she really would not want to do it in a dorm room. She did not do it that often but she found that if she did want someone they were hardly likely to say no to the blonde bombshell.

The food on menu at the hostel was done very much with the guests in mind and certainly would not be considered a balanced diet. Much of the menu was designed to be ideal hangover food, with lots of things like burgers and chips, fried breakfasts, BLT’s with lots of mayonnaise and a ton of chips. You could have bread and jam for breakfast, but that was the only even half healthy option on the menu. It left Natasha, who was used to being so strict with her diet , usually having to make do with what was on the menu. There were South American dishes as well, rich with sauces and cheese but also featuring heaps of vegetables. These she found it easy to acquire a taste for.

Mancora tended to stay warm even in the evenings, so people usually wore rather little in the way of clothes. One day however there had been heavy rain in the afternoon and when it cleared up in the evening it started to get chilly. This led Natasha to pull out her jeans for the first time in eight weeks from the bottom of her bag, to wear for the night.

As she*went to pull the jeans up she noticed that*it took a bit of effort to pull them over her thighs and when she did, she realized there was no way she was going to get them fastened, as there was a thin layer of fat there that had not been there before getting in the way. Natasha was in shock, she knew that putting on weight was what other people did, not her! Being fat was to be*less of a person” her head told her.

Now however there was not time to dwell on it as*she had a shift at the bar starting in a few minutes so she just found a sarong to rap around her and was on her way.

The following day she came back to think what she could do about her weight gain, the menu at the hostel she realized was very unhealthy but it was free to her and she could not afford to get healthier meals. One thing she could do was eat less and she resolved to do that and maybe cut back on the drinking, but this was difficult when so many cute guys wanted to buy her a drink.

Still she proceeded/ In her head she was cutting back on what she had quite a lot but the reality was she ended up still having plenty more than she used to have back in the UK. That, on top of the fact she was rarely getting any real exercise, was always bound to have an effect on her figure.

Five months

Natasha's best friend Claire had planned to join her for three weeks during her travels but as Nat had ended up staying in Mancora, so Claire came and joined her there. The first thing that Claire noticed about her friend was that she had packed quite a few pounds in the five months since she had last seen her.

Claire could not be too critical as in the last five months without her best friend joining her at the gym, she rarely went anymore and had packed on fifteen pounds herself. Natasha however seemed to have put on even more than that Claire thought, maybe even as much as thirty to thirty five pounds. Where she had previously had a toned physique, she now had a soft still tummy and well was a bit bigger pretty much everywhere.

“You know I have missed you these last five months it has not been the same going down to the gym without you and as you may have guessed, I have been skipping it altogether lately as this is testament to.” Claire said placing her hand over her stomach.

“It is nothing compared to this”, Natasha replied grabbing a handful of flab around her own middle. “I cannot believe I have let myself get like this. I am fatter than I have ever been but I cannot seem to stop stuffing my face. You need to help me Claire.”

“Well we can spend the next three weeks getting ourselves back into shape, I know what, we can go for a run down the beach now, lets get changed and go.”

Claire could not help but think when Natasha came out after changing, that she could really use a new pair of shorts as the one she had on now were really tight and left a layer of flab hanging over the top of them. So the two of them headed off down to the beach and then started to run. It was evening so it was a little colder than it had been earlier in the day, but it was still pretty hot. It did not take long before the two were sweating and then after about a mile Natasha had to stop and Claire turn to look at her friend.

“What is it? You all right?”

“I, I am absolutely knackered, I guess five months without exercise has taken its toll, I just need a minute.”

So they both had a swig of the water Claire had brought along and waited for Nat to get her breath back and set off again. They managed about another half a mile then had to call it a day as Nat could go no further and they ended up having to walk back to the hostel. They decided to go for a run everyday that Claire was staying.
By the end of the third week Natasha started to find it much easier and could do a few miles. She also went out with Claire around the town and they would have much healthier meals, than she would have had back at the hostel. As a result it was clear to Claire as she was leaving that her friend had lost about five to ten pounds.

With Claire gone Natasha continued to go for a jog every morning for the next week, but then one night after a heavy night she decided to give it a miss and then she started to gradually to find more reasons to skip her morning run, until after about a month she totally gave up on going. Also she found it to expensive with Claire not treating her to go out and eat healthily and went back to what was on offer at the hostel. The inevitable started to happen the pounds she had managed to lose returned and they were followed by some new ones.

One year

Brendan was not working but found himself sat at the bar while Natasha was working. He could not help but notice she was really starting to look chubby, her breast were now threatening to fall out of her too small bikini top and she now had developed a sizeable belly under her breasts. She still was getting quite a few looks from the male customers around, but he realized no where near as many as when she started working at the bar. He guessed that was what happened when you packed on probably around sixty pounds, not everyone likes a chubby chick.

Natasha had been working at the hostel for ten months and decided to look at her bank balance to see how she was doing in earning the money to continue her travels. What she saw shouldn't have but it did shock her, she had really managed to save very little. She just did not do enough extra shifts, as she preferred to enjoy her self too much. She was hoping that if she could move on then maybe she would be in a better position to lose the weight she had gained, but she was no where near close.

She decided she would ask for more shifts and again try and cut down on the amount of food she was putting away, the problem was she went half heartedly about doing either.

When she had started working at the hostel she would not have considered associating herself with people like Luisa and Myella. They were just to fat and that meant they were clearly not worth her time. She had been polite to them, but not overly friendly, as she had started to fatten up herself she had started to change her opinions, although she did not like her new figure, she started to accept it a little and those of others.

This meant that she started to hang around more often with Luisa and Myella and started to become good friend, particularly with Luisa, often going down to the beach with her to soak up the rays and chat. The new friendships also had another result it meant that Natasha was hanging around the kitchen more often and would often snack on things while she was in there.

In another hostel that Natasha had visited they had chocolate brownies by the bar and had been a real hit with the guests. One day Natasha thought it would be a great idea to do at this hostel. Therefore Natasha suggested to Brendan, that maybe they should do the same and also do some doughnuts. He thought it was a great idea so Luisa and Myella would make a batch each day to sell to the travelers. It proved to be a real success and made a quite a lot of extra money for the hostel, even if they did also tend to lose a couple of brownies a day to Natasha's expanding belly.


 
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