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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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