Rachel's Vacation - Part 3

The next day, Lisa and Rachel ducked into Aya’s Paradise Pastries to begin their first belly dancing lesson and also to escape the heat. It was 3 in the afternoon, and it was absolutely sweltering outside. Both ladies were drenched in sweat, Rachel’s tight white tube top clinging to her bulging boobs and belly, the moist wet fabric rather see-through from her sweat. You could see the outline of her white bra easily, as well as the outline of her belly button. Below, her cut-off denim short shorts stretched tightly over her expansive rear end, also moist from the humidity and her sweat, her huge butt cheeks and big thighs bulging out of them.

“Oh god, it’s hot inside, too!” moaned Rachel as they entered the shop, the chimes hanging by the door jingling.

Several of the students who were already gathered inside the shop turned to see the new arrivals, a red-headed girl and a quite big brown-skinned one. Just as Aya prophesied, practically all of the new students were skinny, and hardly any had bellies at all—quite ironic considering the activity they signed up for. All except for Rachel, of course, who’s belly,boobs, butt and thighs were head and shoulders (and several pounds and inches) above the rest.

Just as Rachel was about to launch into another complaint, the door leading to the back of the shop (where the classes were going to be held) opened, and out popped Aya. Lisa gave her friend a playful jab in the side of her well-fed waist to shut her up.

“Ow!”

“Shhhhh!”

Aya the instructor had short, auburn hair and a faire but sun-kissed complexion that showed her affinity for outdoor sports and activities. It was quite obvious in her physique as well—nicely toned arms and legs, a perfectly flat stomach, a well-sculpted but small rear and, and a lack of giftedness in the chest area. Not exactly the curviest girl, but neither were most of her students.  

Aya looked about at the faces and bodies of those gathered in her shop. She smiled at all of them, despite the slight disappointment she felt inside at seeing the usual un-fed, size 2 bodies that Paradise Island managed to pull in. She reminded herself though that she too had a toned, athletic body which lacked any ‘jiggle’, much like most of her new students gathered in the shop as well, so she couldn’t blame them.

“Alright guys, good afternoon! Most of you met me when you grabbed some application forms over the week. I’m Aya, this shop’s owner and your belly dance instructor” she beamed. “I know it’s hot guys, but don’t worry—you’ll feel better when you all get to strip down into something like what I’m wearing” she said in an encouraging tone, motioning to her body.

The athletic-looking dance instructor was wearing nothing but what appeared to be a nicely-designed bra (it was a top that covered only the chest), and a short skirt made of beads joint together around a waistband. Her bright aqua bikini bottom could actually be seen through the skirt of beads, and her whole outfit, which showed a whole lot of flesh, put her athletic, toned body on display very well.

“Ooooh, that’s good! This heat’s killing me” said Rachel, who was always eager to show off her body in flesh-baring, skimpy outfits. “Look at all those pretty beads!”


The back of the shop was large and empty like a spacious dance studio with its wooden floors. They even had a huge mirror that covered an entire wall, as well as a pretty neat stereo system. Save that, their own bags, and a clothes rack with some costumes, the room was pretty empty.

Unfortunately for everyone, it was just as hot in here as it was in the main shop, or outside for that matter. Everyone was sweating and panting. Even Aya, who was already wearing minimal clothing in her belly dancing outfit, was quite moist with perspiration.

“Alright girls, go ahead and pick out your costumes from that rack over there. Those’ll be your costumes for your entire summer program—don’t worry they’re easy to wash, and real comfy and durable despite their flimsy appearance” assured Lisa, running a hand through her own beaded skirt, which made a jingling sound.


Rachel and Lisa stood at their own spot in front of the mirror in the dance studio, ready to get dressed. Both girls had picked out their costumes—both grabbing a bra-like top and a beaded skirt, and proceeding to get dressed.


A couple of snapped straps and broken waistbands later, Rachel walked up to Aya, dressed in her tight white tube top and denim short shorts from before.


“Ummm...Aya? Sorry to bother ya, but none of the costumes...well...none of them FIT me” grinned Rachel, looking down at Aya who was on the floor tinkering with the sound system.

The dance instructor turned to see who was casting the huge shadow over her, and looked up to see a huge brown belly looming over her. Looking past that big belly was a pair of massive boobs, and past those boobs was a pretty face, grinning down at her, trying to see past the huge chest and stomach.

“Oh! O-of course!” said Aya, taken a bit by surprise by this quite big student. She remembered her from yesterday, the large, exotic-looking, pretty girl who came to her shop, belly-a-bulging over her desk. She had forgotten just how fat this girl was.

“Yeahhh...well, all the tops I tried on broke, and I couldn’t squeeze any of the skirts up past my thighs, so...” began Rachel casually, giving her tube top a tug upwards in adjustment, causing her massive boobs to wobble.

“Right! Sorry, I can have a costume made for you right away. It’ll be ready before the class is over, don’t worry it’s just lecture today. There’s a clothing store nearby where I can have your outfit tailored in a snap” smiled Aya, getting up. Despite being quite tall herself, the 5’9” Aya still wasn’t as towering (and definitely as scale-tipping) as the huge Rachel.




Later, the girls gathered in the middle of the dance studio, and took their seats  on the floor as Aya began her introduction to belly dancing.

Before Aya began her lecture, Rachel asked her if she could grab some sweets from the main store to eat while the lesson went on. Aya, thrilled by her new student’s appetite (not to mention sheer size), agreed and said she could head back and get as much as she wanted. Wrong move on her part.

The poor girl was going to be put out of business, as throughout the lecture Rachel kept herself busy with boxes of doughnuts, bags of cookies, and pieces of cake and pie she helped herself to from the main shop. Some of the other girls frowned in disapproval, others stared in awe as they watched their classmate shovel down food non-stop, her hands always either holding a pastry or reaching for another one. No wonder the girl was so fat.

It was still ridiculously hot though, and everyone, including Rachel, was perspiring madly. Exposed skin glistened with sweat despite the general lack of clothing in the room, as the humidity in the air added to the overall moisture.

“Anyway, our class will have two different ‘sub programs’—Technique, and Development. Every session after a joint practice session and lecture, each student has the chance to—“ lectured Aya, before she was interrupted by a knock on the back door.

“Excuse me class” she said, before turning for the door. She spoke briefly with a young man, who handed her some articles of clothing wrapped in plastic before turning around and leaving.


“Rachel! Rachel, your costume is here” said Aya, looking for her student in the small class. It wasn’t that hard—Rachel stood out easily with her smooth brown skin, light-coloured hair, and of course, that well-fed figure. She was also the only one eating, currently working on a box of doughnuts and a bag of cream-filled munchkins simultaneously.

“Oh cool! Alright, I’ll change into it right away” she said, heaving herself up and walking to the front of the class. As she did, the other students watched as her huge boobs shook and wobbled, her big belly and fat ass jiggled, and those huge thighs rubbed against each other. She was something else.

“Finally! God it is soooo hot” said the every un-shy Rachel, immediately grabbing the hem of her soaked tube top and beginning to peel it off the moment she got her clothes. Her gigantic boobs wobbled and bounced as she tugged off her tube top, her cleavage jiggling as it bulged out of a huge bra the other girls would only dream of one day filling, although even it was starting to look a bit too small on the growing Rachel. The big girl then unhooked her bra easily, which practically flew off, allowing her massive boobs to tumble out, bulging out in front of her, sagging a bit with their size and weight as they loomed over her big belly.

“Yup, I know what you’re all thinking—it is a NIGHTMARE going bra shopping for me” she grinned upon seeing the stunned reactions of most of her classmates. She then proceeded to cram her giant jugs into each of her top’s cups, before hooking the thing up at the back like a bra (with a bit of difficulty) and tugging the straps up onto her fleshy shoulders.

Rache’s “top”, it turns out, was tailored differently from the others. While the other girls’ tops were like tube tops that covered their whole chest area completely but only that, Rachel’s was, quite literally, just a bra. Instead of cups for the breasts with fabric that stretched over and covered the chest, Rachel’s was just the cups, and the straps of course.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry Rachel, the tailor must’ve misunderstood me when I described our belly dancing top as “like a bra”, since it covers only the chest...although it looks like yours doesn’t even cover YOUR chest too well...” winced Aya as she watched Rachel’s gigantic boobs pouring out of the cups of the top, which she thought she could hear creak against the size of the girl’s huge breasts.

“That’s alright, I like this kind of top better!” said Rachel happily, looking down at her own mountainous cleavage as it overflowed out of her skimpier dancing “top”. Her’s really did literally look like just a bra, and a slightly outgrown one at that. She was happy with her top that was even skimpier (although not smaller since her clothes were made bigger than the others’) than the others’, showing off her huge assets even more.

After pulling off her tight short shorts as well (the class treated to a wonderful view of Rachel’s gigantic ass bulging out in front of them against a pair of tiny green panties) and tugging the thankfully garter-waistbanded skirt up those huge thighs, hips and ass, Rachel surveyed herself in front of the class.

She was sweaty, her brown skin glistening with moisture and looking so soft and smooth. They could see every inch of fat, bulging out from its corresponding prison, spilling forth from its tight container—her cleavage pushing out of the front of her bra-top, more boob flesh spilling out of the sides, squeezing against her thick, meaty brown arms which shined with perspiration. Her big, brown, moist belly which bulged over her poor skirt and covered the front part of her panties, totally smothered her skirt’s feeble waistband, resting only on her wide, voluptuous hips. Her giant butt stuck out behind her like a round, hefty shelf which her skirt couldn’t manage to fully cover, a bit of her buttocks bulging out and her panties more obvious than the rest. Her huge thighs of course provided good support for that huge, heavy posterior, also shiny with sweat as they bulged against each other.

“Anyway, as I was saying before Rachel’s clothes arrived, each of you get to choose between the two sub programs of our class—Technique or Development. Technique will help you focus on your dancing skills. You can practice and use the sound system, or bring your own if you like. Development will help you develop your belly dancing physique more, and in this program you will have free access to the main pastry shop to help in your “development”, so to speak” explained Aya with a smile.

“Of course, some of us are naturally more “gifted” in the physique department...” she added, turning to Rachel who was still examining her outfit in front of the class, this time holding a box of doughnuts and helping herself to some of its contents.

“Rachel here” said Aya, walking up to her prized student as she stuffed her face with doughnuts. “Is a very good example of one VERY gifted individual...see?” she said, demonstrating Rachel’s “giftedness” by patting her on her big, brown belly which wobbled with fat.

“BBBUUUURRRRPPPPPPP!!!” went Rachel, letting out a shameless belch in front of the class. “But Aya, what if I wanna...develop myself even MORE?” she said with a grin, imagining her days at belly dancing class stuffing herself non-stop, her belly dancing uniform growing tighter and tighter by the day as she became more and more “developed”.

“Well, that would be good...although don’t develop TOO much more, Rachel—we still want you fitting inside the dance studio!” joked Aya.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t” said Rachel with a smile, rolling her eyes. As if she’d ever get THAT fat!

She had no idea.




After the belly dancing lecture, Rachel and Lisa exited the shop along with the other girls. Unlike most of the other girls though, Rachel was munching on a bag of cream-filled munchkins she brought along as a snack from the shop, and she was also still wearing her skimpy belly dancing outfit.

“Why are you still wearing that thing?” asked Lisa with an amused look on her face, as she watched her friend walk beside her, popping fattening munchkins into her mouth like grapes. She watched at how Rachel’s bra-like top creaked against her giant boobs, which were pouring out of them, cleavage jiggling with every step. Her big belly, butt, and thighs wobbled in rhythm too, every inch of blubber pouring out of her skimpy outfit. Lisa mused about how the BIGGEST girl got the SKIMPIEST outfit, and shrugged thinking it was only appropriate for someone was un-shy and confident as Rachel.

“What, I like it! Plus, it’s really hot today” reasoned Rachel casually, looking down proudly at her huge boobs bulging out of her top. She was still sweating profusely, and every bit of smooth, brown flesh glistened with beads of perspiration.

“Yeah, but you just like it ‘cause you’re bulging out of it!” joked Lisa, poking her friend in her blubbery gut. It was soft. “Aren’t you at all ashamed? That outfit’s pretty skimpy” True enough, Rachel’s huge self walking around the tropical town in that skimpy outfit was drawing quite a few stares. Although the big girl didn’t seem to mind.

“What’s there to be ashamed of, girl?” said Rachel with a confident smirk, popping another munchkin into her mouth and licking her fingers happily. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it!” she giggled, giving her skimpy top’s cups a tug, which only made her gigantic boobs wobble.

And you have got A LOT of it, thought Lisa as she watched her friend’s big belly wobbling too as it bulged over the front of her skirt, looking very well-fed.






Later that afternoon, the two ladies decided to kill the time before dinner at a nearby Spa for some “well deserved pampering after a productive afternoon” according to Rachel. Although all she really did was eat, eat, go to belly dancing class where she ate some more, then eat again after.

The spa they went to was actually located right next to the resort-club Rachel was staying at, the Crystal Coral. This spa was an extension of the Crystal Coral called the Crystal Reef, and they were known to really make a guest feel relaxed and pampered. Offering privacy and luxury, each guest or group of guests were given a private room which they got to select. Each private room had features and facilities which improved depending on the price of course. All had the standard massage beds and sound system, others came with a large flat-screen television for movie viewing, others with fully-fledged beds for relaxing naps, and even others with indoor hot-tubs!

One feature Rachel particularly liked though was the dine-in room service. The Crystal Reef had a very adequate menu of different dishes and cuisines, which could keep a customer coming back for days sampling all the different foodstuffs. You could order anything from the menu, have it charged to your bill, and they would serve it to you in the comfort of your private room while you had a massage, relaxed in the hot tub, or what not.


“Uh-oh, is that Miss Rachel?” said one of the receptionists at the desk of the Crystal Reef.

“Yeah it is” replied her associate. “Better give the kitchen a call and get them ready!”

It was only Rachel’s second day on the island and at the Crystal Coral resort, and she and her huge appetite had already built up quite a reputation. The big girl would call at random times, asking for orders of pizza, burgers, fried chicken, ice cream, cake, or whatever she wanted for a “light midnight snack”. The kitchen was always alert.



“Hi, Lisa and I want the super deluxe room, everything in it, hot tub and all” she said, holding out her golden card that Mike had given her. Rachel was still dressed in her ridiculously revealing belly dancing outfit, the skirt’s waistband a bit tighter as she and Lisa had just come from a trip to the ice cream parlour, where Rachel insisted on trying all 112 flavours.

“Of course, Miss Rachel” went the lady behind the counter nervously, booking the two girls a room through her monitor, and ringing the kitchen as well.




Later...



“Ahhhhh...this is the life!” said Rachel, lying on her back, face-up on a massaging bed as she and Lisa got massaged side-by-side by a couple of maids. Rachel was wearing the bikini Mike had bought her before the trip, her huge boobs bulging against the poor cups and her huge ass bulging against the bottom. Her big belly, meanwhile, managed to cover the front of the bikini almost completely since her gut was so big. She was also helping herself to some cake on a large tray piled with food beside her.

“Isn’t this great, Lisa? I couldn’t imagine living here all the time like you! God that’d be amazing” said Rachel, imagining herself living like this every day. As she daydreamed, she reached for another piece of cake with her bare hands.

“Me neither, Rachel” said Lisa, who was to Rachel’s side also bikini-clad and getting a massage. She turned to her friend, watching Rachel’s massager knead her hands through the girl’s big, soft brown belly which glistened with massaging oil. It was only the second day, and yet Lisa could already tell Rachel was starting to get a little bit bigger. How could she not, after all, from all the eating she’d been doing over the past two days?

“I mean, honestly Lis, am I getting a bit fatter already?” asked Rachel through a mouthful of cake, grabbing a bottle of Chocobeer she had specially requested to be bought from Paradiso, and taking a nice long swing.

Lisa looked at her friend again, her thick brown arms pressed against her sides, making them look even bigger, while her huge chest bulged out in front of her, straining the poor bikini as her big fat belly bulged out too, the maid kneading that blubbery belly like dough.

“Well, maybe a little bit bigger...you have been eating non-stop, really!” admitted Lisa, poking her friend on her chubby arm, which felt soft and meaty.

“I know! Well, what’s a few pounds when you’re on holiday, right? Plus, it means my assets are getting even bigger” grinned Rachel, looking down at her own huge chest. “And it’s not like Mike or my other dates mind the belly” she laughed, giving her big tummy a pat. Then she remembered the realization she had when she first arrived on the island, at the start of this dream vacation of hers.

“You know, Mike’s paying for this whole vacation of mine—the man really wants me to get BIG” grinned Rachel, licking her fingers clean. “Well, the least I can do to repay him is show him that I’m enjoying, right?” she said, grabbing her belly fat in both her hands and squeezing it.

“Well, you certainly look like you’re enjoying, Rach. That guy will be proud” laughed Lisa.

“He messaged me last night. Said he’s probably gonna come visit some time a week or so from now” said Rachel, reaching for more food.

“A week or so, huh?” said Lisa, thinking. At the rate Rach was going now, in a week or so from now Mike would be lucky if the girl could still fit in his CAR—she was going to be HUGE.

“Excuse me, Miss Rachel” said the massage lady, finishing up with the girl’s huge belly with a few slaps and pats, making it wobble blubberily. “Shall I massage your chest, or...?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure sure” said Rach casually, arching her back a bit (causing her bikini top to creak against those massive boobs) as she reached behind her, unhinging the strap of her bikini top. It fell away as her huge breasts tumbled out.

The massager blinked a couple of times as she stared at the massive melons before her. This was going to take a while.

“Did you bring your cutest undies like I told you to, Rach? Remember, it’s undies-only night tonight at Paradiso” said Lisa from the living room, as Rachel helped herself to some ice cream from the kitchen. The two girls were bumming around at Lisa’s place after a nice big ramen dinner, before heading out for another night at the famous club.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot!” said Rachel, eyes widening. “Crap, and all I have now is a soaked bikini top and the belly dancing outfit” moaned Rach, cursing herself at her absent-mindedness. She was currently wearing the belly dancing outfit again, which she really did like.

“Lisa, you think I can borrow a bra and panties from you?” asked Rach, walking into the living room working on a tub of rocky road ice cream.

Lisa turned and looked up at her friend. “Are you serious?” she went, staring up first at Rachel’s gigantic boobs pouring out of her belly dancing top. She wondered if her bra would even reach all the way around the girl’s huge bust line.




“Woah” went the bouncer of Paradiso, as Rachel walked up to the club’s entrance.

“Thanks for lending me your bra, Lisa...don’t worry, it fits great!” he heard the big girl say as she approached, her gigantic breasts crammed into a way-too-small bra, and were just overflowing out of it. The cups were so small that they only barely managed to cover her nipples, her areolas peeking through as the rest of her massive breasts bulged out almost fully exposed.

The bouncer, a muscle-bound but slightly short fellow standing at only 5’5”, watched as the big girl walked over to him, her bulging cleavage wobbling with every step.

“Hi” she said, looking down at the shorter man. “I’m here for Undies Night?”

“Ummm...go right in, ma’am!” said the bouncer with a smile, stepping aside to make way for the large Rachel. It was the first time he had stepped aside for anyone. But judging by the size of this girl, he rather not make her wait.

“Thanks” grinned Rachel, adjusting her bra cups (or rather, Lisa’s bra cups) since her big boobs were almost falling out of them.




Rachel went about tonight just like last night—gobbling down plates of delicious pastries and cakes, while chugging bottles and bottles of delicious, fattening Chocobeer too. Of course, there was lots of sexy dancing, and the big girl got more than her fair share of stares and ogles as she shook her big, meaty rump on the dance floor, pouring out of her bra and panties.

She had a few wardrobe malfunctions as she danced, her boobs bouncing out of the feeble bra for all to see, before she took notice and casually crammed them back into their creaking containers, giving a naughty wink to a few ogling onlookers.


As the night progressed, Lisa’s bra got more and more worked as Rachel danced, and ate, and danced, and drank, and danced and ate and drank some more. It looked like her boobs were growing even bigger, if that was possible, although maybe people were just imagining things. And yet, Rachel partied on without a care, huge boobs overflowing out of the bra and big belly bulging over her waistband.



“Wow, nice...undies” said a guy waiting for his drink at the bar, as the huge Rachel appeared beside him, ready to order more.

“Another Chocobeer and slice of blueberry cheesecake please!” she said to the bartender, who nodded. The big girl then turned her attention to her admirer.

“Thanks, you like it? It’s actually my friend’s, that’s why it looks a bit undersized” smiled Rachel, looking past her huge sea of cleavage at the man addressing her. Her giant boobs jutted out proudly in front of her, nipples threatening to poke out as the barely-there cups groaned against her mountains of tan, wobbling boob flesh.

“Haha, yeah...” went the guy, mesmerized by the girl’s ridiculous amount of cleavage pouring out in front of him. Undersized was a bit of an understatement. The bra looked ready to burst! It barely covered her nipples as the straps dug tightly into her fleshy shoulders and back.

“Your order, Miss Rachel” said the bartender, placing a plate with a large slice of rich cheesecake and a bottle of Chocobeer on the bar in front of Rach.  

“Thanks!” said Rachel, grabbing the bottle in one hand and the slice of cake in the other. She brought the cake to her mouth and, after taking a huge bite (a look of pure bliss appearing on her pretty face), took a long swing from her Chocobeer.

“It’s only my second night on Paradise Island, and I’ve already fallen in love with the place” said Rachel, a little tipsy from all the drinking as she looked at the man, who was quietly sipping his own drink as he watched the overly-endowed beauty in front of him.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself” he offered, staring at her huge chest a bit more before moving his eyes downward to her big, brown belly which covered her panties with its size. Yeah, she was huge, but she did have this certain air of sexiness about her that intrigued him and most of the ogglers at the club.

“I know! I’ll be here for a month, imagine how much more FUN I’ll have” she giggled, taking a long chug from her bottle of beer, thrusting her chest out further which caused Lisa’s poor bra to groan loudly, until...

*SNAP!!!*
The hook at the back of the bra, unable to take it anymore, broke off. The bra’s strap at the back snapped too, and the poor broken bra flung into the guy’s face as Rachel’s massive melons came tumbling out, fully exposed. Several other guys at the bar who had been watching from a distance almost spewed their drinks out in surprise.

“BUUURRRPPPPPPP!!!” went Rachel, letting out a satisfied belch after chugging down the last of this bottle of Chocobeer, giving her big belly a pat, which made it wobble. She then noticed that her boobs were fully exposed, her bra having snapped clean off. “Oopsies! I guess I’ve been partying too much” she giggled with a teasing smile at the guy in front of her, not bothering to cover up her huge, exposed breasts. She turned to the bar and the bartender, who also was in a state of shock.

“Another bottle of Chocobeer please” she said with a smile, leaning in as her gigantic boobs poured over the bar. “I ain’t finished yet!”