Rachel's Vacation - part 2

“Woahhhh...looks like someone needs to lay off the pastries a bit” joked the clerk’s assistant from behind the front desk as he looked up from his paperwork.

The clerk that worked behind the desk at The Crystal Reef Club on Paradise Island knew of the island’s reputation for good food, offering a great culinary experience for any vacationer. The island, although not that large, was littered with different resorts, clubs and hotels like The Crystal Reef, as well as numerous restaurants, eateries, and bars. And while the island’s wonderful beaches attracted mostly the beach-loving, water-sport enthusiasts, Paradise Island’s culinary scene attracted its fair share of big-bodied food-lovers. Much like the rather large young woman walking up to the desk.

This girl really took the cake when it came to the word “BIG”, the clerk thought as she watched the heavyset girl lumber over.

She was 6’1”, had chocolate brown skin, cream-colored hair and beautiful features. The clerk thought she looked like an island goddess, with those features and her accessories—a very WELL-FED island goddess! In addition to being quite tall, the girl was also pretty, well, fat. And not only that, but she had somehow managed to cram her huge body into a shamelessly ill-fitting spag top and short shorts.


As the big girl walked over, her huge boobs wobbled and shook, cleavage pushing out of the top of her tight yellow spag top. The string-like straps left her fleshy shoulders and thick, meaty brown arms exposed, providing a nice frame for that massive chest that jutted out in front of her proudly. Her spag top, the clerk also noticed, was so small that a good amount of her big, blubbery brown belly bulged out from under, her gut and love handles spilling over the waistband of her unbuttoned short shorts. Her shorts, just as undersized as her top, stretched tightly over a massive posterior that stuck out just as proudly behind her as her big boobs did in front. The shorts barely managed to contain her fat ass cheeks, leaving her huge, thick brown thighs fully exposed as they rubbed together while she walked.

The large girl, crammed into her tiny clothes and not at all ashamed of her figure, oozed confidence—so much, the clerk thought, that all that confidence was bulging out of her tight clothes!


“Heya! I have a cottage booked here for a few weeks, cottage 2 I think. Here’s my ID” said Rachel at the front desk, handing the woman a gold card. She leaned in on the desk with folded arms, and the clerk couldn’t help but stare as the big girl’s giant boobs poured onto the desk, cradled in her chubby arms which only caused even more cleavage to spill out more of her tight top.

The clerk right away noted her name, tearing her eyes away from the massive mammaries before her and looking through the database on the computer at the desk.

“Alright Miss Rachel, you’re all clear. Just follow the left exit from here and you’ll see Cottage 2 right away” smiled the clerk, handing Rachel the key to her cottage. And be careful before you knock someone out with those things, she thought as she took a fleeting glance once again at the girl’s giant chest.

“Okay, thanks a lot!” said Rachel, taking the keys and walking off towards her cottage.   


“That is one healthy girl” commented the clerk’s assistant again as both of them watched Rachel’s gigantic ass sway from side to side as she walked, her huge thighs rubbing together. “Wanna bet she’s not here for the island’s diving scene?”

“According to her record, she’s gonna be here for four weeks” replied the clerk, reading off her computer monitor. “Let’s hope she can still fit into her cottage by the end of the month” she joked.



The Crystal Reef Club’s residential area was a compound of cottages where vacationers could stay. The place was located between the beach and the heart of Paradise Island town, which was your typical tropical island getaway town, with shops catering to beach activities and water sports, clothing stores, and numerous other resorts and places to stay. There was an overabundance of places to eat though, which appealed very much to Rachel.

Rachel let herself into her cottage, which she found to be nice and simple while providing everything she’d need. Inside it was a single large room (plus a bathroom) that had a computer, a television, a phone, a couple of chairs and a table, and a bed of course. She didn’t need much as she wouldn’t be spending lots of time in here anyway—most of her time would be spent outside, experiencing the sights, sounds, and most importantly TASTES of Paradise Island!

In fact, it was just about lunch time, and she wanted to get started on the “taste” bit right away.




The Seashell was the most famous restaurant on the entire island, and that was saying something considering the numerous restaurants and eateries you could find here. It was an eat-all-you-can buffet, that hosted a melee of different cuisines—Japanese, Italian, Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, American...a perfect first Paradise Island meal for Rachel.

“This is an eat-all-you-can buffet, right?” said Rachel, grinning down at the person seated behind the cash register. Her big brown belly pushed against the cash register, her huge chest looming overhead.  

“Ummm...yes ma’am!” he replied nervously from his seated position, looking up at the woman’s face past her gigantic boobs. She was huge! He silently prayed for the sake of their buffet, and hoped it would be enough for this hefty, hungry-looking customer. This was the fattest person he’d ever seen.


It was the ultimate first look at the kind of food that Paradise Island offered, and what Rachel would be stuffing her face with over the next few days. Everything was absolutely delicious! It was no wonder the place was so famous. The Seashell was usually the first stop of most first time vacationers who wanted a preview of the island’s culinary scene. If there was one thing to describe Paradise Island food besides it being ridiculously delicious, it was also rather heavy and calorie-laden. Most people could hardly work their way through a single section of the buffet before getting too full and giving up.

But not Rachel. She was a trooper.

The big girl mowed her way through the different areas of the buffet that each catered to different cuisines. She stuffed herself with sushi and yakitori from Japan, pizza and calzone from Italy, shawarmas and kebabs from the Mediterranean, curry from the Middle East, and pork chop and steak from America.

The people working behind the buffet who were used to having to get up only once in a while to serve yet another easily-filled customer were surprised by the effort of carving and marinating and slicing and serving they had to do for this particular woman—it seemed her appetite was bottomless!


And then, one of the buffet people said something that had never been heard at the restaurant before.

“Sorry ma’am, we’re all out” he shrugged after the hungry Rachel asked for some more chicken curry.

“What! I thought this was an eat-all-you-can buffet!” demanded Rachel with a disappointed look. She held a plate piled with food in one hand, her other hand messy with sauces as she used it to pluck entrees of her plate and stuff them into her messy mouth. Even when choosing her next dish, she was eating. “Ugh, I come here expecting as much food as I can eat, and you guys tell me you’re all out?” she groaned, rolling her eyes as she bit into a large chicken thigh smothered in gravy.  

“Our apologies ma’am, it’s just that...this never happened before!” he exclaimed, noticing how the girl’s top and shorts seemed even tighter than earlier this noon, if that was possible. It was now 3:00 in the afternoon—Rachel had been at the buffet for almost 3 hours!

“Well next time, you guys ought to prepare better—I’ve got a pretty big appetite, you know” she smirked, licking her fingers clean as she looked down at the man past her bulging cleavage. “BBBUUUURRRRPPPPPP!!!” she went, letting out a shamelessly huge belch.

Oh we know, thought the buffet guy with a worried nod. This girl was something else.





The guy behind the cash register gasped. Walking over to him, or rather lumbering over to him, was the large woman from earlier this noon. She was still here?! He checked the clock on the wall and it read a little past 5 p.m. She had been here the entire afternoon!

As she came closer, her giant boobs and belly wobbling with every step, he noticed that she now looked even bigger than before. More of her cleavage was pouring out of the top of her spag top, and her belly looked noticeably bigger and rounder than from earlier today. Her poor shorts too, looked definitely tighter against those huge thighs and that massive behind.

The cashier wondered what she wanted, since she had already paid over 5 hours ago.

“Hi again! I’d just like to complement your restaurants service...and your chefs too!” said Rachel, stopping in front of the low counter. The casher watched with wide eyes as the girl’s now even bigger belly bulged over his poor cash register, smothering it under mounds of brown blubber. “I had such a good time here—although it was a shame you guys started running out of food” she pouted, putting her hands on her very ample hips.

The cashier looked at the huge belly crushing his cash register, and he wasn’t surprised.

“Anyway, just wanted to say thanks and that I’ll definitely be back soon! I’ll be here on vacation for a month, so I’ll get to eat here A LOT more” she winked, stepping back as her big, full belly released the cash register which seemed to sigh in relief, wobbling as it fell back down in front of her, bulging over her unbuttoned shorts and completely covering the front part.

The cashier guy worried about the month that lay ahead. This was a girl who could put a restaurant out of business! And as he watched her walk off, huge bulging thighs fully exposed as they rubbed together, shorts groaning against that massive butt, he didn’t wonder why.



Rachel walked down the streets of Paradise Island, munching on a box of exotic pastries she had picked up from a vendor just outside the buffet. She was in a very good mood—a well-fed Rachel was a happy Rachel, and she was indeed looking very well fed. As she walked along the streets, a few people stared and pointed at the huge girl. Her exotic beauty really made her stand out in a crowd with her chocolate skin and vanilla hair, but her height and girth made her a real eye-catcher.

The big girl smiled as she walked along munching on her fattening snacks, her huge boobs shaking and her big, exposed belly wobbling as her thighs and ass jiggled too. She knew how fat she must look right now, fresh from a buffet, stuffing her face with pastries, and bulging out of her overly-skimpy clothes. She particularly enjoyed the reactions of the people when she paraded her overflowing figure in public—ones of shock and amazement at the confidence of such a, well, HUGE girl to wear such clothes!

That’s why this was the best vacation ever. Not only would she get to enjoy lots of good food (and consequently get even bigger), but she would get to parade around in skimpy tight tops, shorts, and bikinis in the tropical climate, and watch as more and more of her figure overflowed out of them. She realized this was probably a ploy of Mike’s to make her even bigger and fatter, but she didn’t mind overindulging herself as long as he kept paying for her meals (and outgrown clothes)!

“If the man wants big, I’ll show him BIG” she grinned to herself as she licked her fingers clean, tossing aside the now empty box of pastries and heading towards a nearby ice cream vendor.


The big-bodied brown-skinned beauty continued to sample Paradise Island’s diverse (and equally delicious) street food as she walked along, exploring the tropical town. While none of the buildings seemed to rise above one story, there sure were a lot of places to go to. Indeed she noticed that restaurants were the predominant establishments here, boasting of the island’s culinary scene. However, a good number of other shops could be found—clothing stores, water sports shops and rentals, spas and massage houses, and such.


Rachel looked around at the recreational places. Although stuffing her face was her primary favourite past time, she decided that since she was on a vacation at an exotic tropical island, she might as well do something fun and different. Water sports weren’t her thing, no—she preferred to sunbathe on the beach in her bikini, maybe enjoying a margarita and a pizza or two...or three...or four.

Then, one particular building caught her eye. A brightly coloured store decorated with ornaments stood out among the typically brown-and green shades of most of the tropical shops here. The store was called “Aya’s Paradise Pastries”.  Also, on the outer wall was a large poster that read “Belly Dancing Classes! Enrol this Summer!”  A young woman was reading the poster and the details in smaller font at the bottom.

“Belly dancing! That looks cool” said Rachel, finishing up the large sub sandwich she was eating, finding some sort of excuse to herself to go into another pastry shop.



“Are you signing up?” asked Rachel as she walked up beside the ginger-haired girl who was reading the poster.

The girl turned and the first thing she saw was a big, bulging brown belly and a pair of huge breasts overflowing out of a tight top. After the initial image, she pulled out and took in the entirety of the person talking to her—big boobs, big belly, big ass, big thighs, big arms, big everything! And sitting atop that bulging frame was a pretty face with long eyelashes, large, beautiful eyes, full lips, nicely-tanned cheeks, and a frame of vanilla coloured hair.

“Ummm...thinking about it” she replied, finding herself still taking in the large woman beside her. She looked to be about the same age as herself, but if there was one word to describe this woman, it would be “BIG” with a capital B!

“Let’s sign up together! I’m Rachel by the way” said Rachel, flashing a pretty smile as she looked down at the shorter girl who was also only half her width.

“I’m Lisa. You here on vacation?” asked the redhead, returning the smile.

“Yup! Just arrived today and I’m already having so much fun!” said Rachel, grabbing her belly fat in both hands and lifting it.

“Wow...looks like it. You’re gonna be an instant pro at belly dancing” said Lisa in good humour, her mood lightened by the girl’s comfortableness about her size. Lisa knew of a few overweight girls much smaller than this one who were ridiculously touchy about mentioning their weight, but not this one—she seemed like a confident girl.

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” went Rachel, raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her overly-endowed hips, her fingers sinking into the blubbery flesh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—!” went Lisa, caught off guard by the girl who apparently took offense to the statement.

“I’m just kidding!” laughed Rachel, which caused her huge boobs to wobble and bounce, bulging cleavage jiggling. “I mean, if belly dancing was all just about THE BELLY...let’s just say I wouldn’t have to take any classes” she joked, patting her fat gut, which made it jiggle like her boobs as it spilled over her shorts.

Inside at the back of the shop, Aya the shop owner and instructor was sitting behind a desk doing some paperwork related to this summer’s latest applicants. She herself ran and managed the belly dancing classes inside this shop in the back, as a sideline for this main business.

One wouldn’t think though that this girl was the owner of a pastry shop, and an instructor of a dance form that utilized one’s pudge—this girl was slim-figured and toned, belly dancing being only one of her favourite past times aside from surfing and wakeboarding, among others.

She was actually a bit disappointed in the fact that all her students tended to share her same figure, most of them being spoiled, stick-thin teenagers spending their parents’ money. On the rare occasion Aya would get a student that actually had a belly for god’s sakes, but then that student would either fall out of interest or not “develop” any further.


So here she sat now, her short hair tied up in a small ponytail, the electric fan keeping her cool as she checked the profiles of yet another batch of anorexic applicants. Well, maybe she was being a bit harsh. Belly dancing wasn’t ALL in the belly, it was also in the dance itself! She had yet to find a student that had both.


The chimes of the door of her shop sounded. More applicants, although Aya didn’t bother looking up—she was too busy with her paperwork.

“Oh god, these look delicious!”

“Well, this IS a pastry shop too...”

“I know, isn’t it perfect? I think I’ll take some of these...ooooh and these! And these too!”

Apparently, there were two of them. Aya could hear them in the main store, one of them apparently picking off stuff from her store shelves. That was good, at least. Aya didn’t like to brag about it, but she was a pretty damn good cook! Her pastries were quite well known on the island.

Aya heard the door to the back of the store open.


“You guys can grab some application forms and—“ began Aya, not looking up from her paperwork at her desk, just as a large shadow was cast over her. She then looked up to see the biggest, fattest girl she had ever seen on the island. Not only was this girl tall, but she was BIG. Her huge boobs partially blocked the view of her pretty face, as those massive mammaries loomed over a large, exposed belly. A big, fat belly that was currently bulging on top of her desk.

“Hi! I’m here to apply for belly dancing classes” smiled Rachel down at the awe-struck instructor, her big gut bulging onto the table and covering a bit of paperwork.

“Well that wasn’t so hard!” said Rachel to Lisa as the two of them walked out of the shop. The big girl was carrying a large plastic bag filled with boxes of pastries and cake she had taken out from the shop. “And look at all this free stuff we got!” she went, already working on a box of cream-filled doughnuts.

“Haha, you mean YOU got, Rach...I think our instructor really likes you! She’s probably never seen someone with...so much potential” smiled Lisa, looking at her friend’s exposed blubbery belly wobbling as she walked.

“Haha, I’m gonna be her best student ever!” said Rachel with a determined grin, licking her fingers tenderly.



The two friends headed over to Lisa’s house in the residential part of the island. She apparently was a native to the island, and had lived here all her life.

“Isn’t it strange how, although we live on an island known for its food, none of us islanders are really...well...big?” said Lisa as she and Rachel entered her simple home. “I dunno, I guess it’s just we’re so used to all this good food that isn’t that amazing to us”.

“You guys take this for granted! Now if I lived here on this island, that would be a different story...too bad I’ll only be here for a month” grinned Rachel, making herself comfortable right away and sinking her huge ass onto a nearby couch.

“Yeah...at the rate your going, by the end of the month you’re gonna have trouble fitting in your own cottage!” joked Lisa, watching her friend open another box, this time filled with cream puffs.

“Haha, very funny...I won’t get THAT big!” said Rachel, smiling a bit as she mused to herself how it would feel if she indeed DID get that big. Lisa, meanwhile, watched her large friend and thought that it wasn’t entirely impossible.



Later that evening, Lisa was cleaning up her living room after she and Rachel had ordered out for dinner. The two were becoming fast friends, and Lisa had promised to take Rachel out later that night to check out the nightlife of Paradise Island.

“Wow, Rach sure can eat” said Lisa to herself as she picked up an empty Chinese take out box—one of the five different dishes Rachel alone ordered and finished. She also mowed through two large pizzas, a bucket of chicken wings, and a few burritos.

Rachel then entered the living room once more, having just come from the kitchen.

“BBBUUUURRRRPPPPPPPP!!!” she went, letting out a huge, well-fed  belch. She looked even fuller now than when Lisa first met her this afternoon, if that was possible. “Oh yeah, you’re all out of ice cream, too!” she grinned, licking her fingers clean. “And I hope you don’t mind, I finished off the cake you left in the ref...and all our stuff from Aya’s is gone too. And I ate all your cookies. And that box of doughnuts just lying around on the counter. And like I said, we’re all out of ice cream”.

“What, you ate all that! I had THREE TUBS of ice cream in the ref this morning!” said Lisa, not mad, but shocked.

“That was three tubs? Felt more like three scoops!” laughed Rachel, her belly wobbling happily and her top creaking against her huge boobs as she did.





“Thanks for lending me your blouse and skirt for tonight, Lisa. They really bring out my curves” winked Rachel as the two girls walked down the street towards their party destination for the night.

“No problem, although your curves are more like EXPLODING out of them” said Lisa, worried for the welfare of the top and skirt she had lent the big girl.

Rachel had borrowed a plain white button-up blouse with barely there sleeves. The material was thin, perfect for the summer heat—and also perfect for stretching like a second skin over a pair of gigantic boobs, leaving a tight, light blue bra very obvious. Not only was the blouse too short that it showed off Rachel’s big, bulging belly, but it was also way too small that the few buttons that she had managed to do up were groaning as her belly bulged out below, and her cleavage poured out on top. Her thick, meaty arms were practically fully exposed too thanks to the barely-there sleeves of the blouse.

As for the skirt, the poor thing wasn’t even zipped up, let alone buttoned up as her big belly bulged over the front, almost covering it completely since it was so short. Indeed, a bit of her panties were obvious since the skirt was tiny. This left half of Rachel’s gigantic ass fully exposed and bulging out as the tight fabric tried feebly to cover her enormous butt. Her huge thighs were, of course, fully exposed and bulging against each other.

“So what’s this club we’re going to?” asked Rachel as they approached a club, loud music pumping out from the inside along with smoke and flashing lights. Outside, groups of friends waited to gain entrance as the club was manned by two large bouncers.

“It’s only the most happening club on the island. It’s called Paradiso, and it serves the island’s specialty drink—Chocobeer!” said Lisa as they came to the entrance. She cut across the line of waiting people and flashed an ID, the bouncer nodding and letting her in.

“How’d you do that?” asked Rachel over the loud music as they stepped into the club. The place was alive with people dancing, socializing, and drinking.

“Oh I’m a regular here—VIP baby!” said Lisa with a smug smile. “And now you are one too since you’re with me”.

“Sweet! So what’s this Chocobeer?” asked Rachel excitedly, wanting to try another Paradise Island treat.

“It’s basically our own special liquor. Brewed beer with liquid chocolate. It may sound weird at first, but it’s good, I promise you. Most people, even locals, can’t take too much though since it’s ridiculously sweet” laughed Lisa. “Although I know you’re going to LOVE it!”


The two girls walked up to the bar, and Lisa asked for two bottles of Chocobeer.

“I can’t have more than one, really. Too sweet for me. Anyway, bottoms up!” said Lisa, and they clanked their bottles together before taking a swing.

“Oh my god, this is soooo good!” said Rachel, who instantly fell in love with the drink. It was like drinking a thick liquid pastry, with a bit of alcohol. She immediately began to chug down her bottle.

“Careful though, Rach—that stuff’s pretty fattening and goes straight to your...well...everywhere” laughed Lisa.

“I don’t mind a few extra pounds!” grinned Rachel, licking her lips happily of some leftover Chocobeer. “Another bottle please!”



As the night drew on, Lisa and Rachel danced, socialized, and drank. Okay, Rachel did most of the drinking, chugging down bottle after bottle of the thick liquid chocolate, and helping herself to some in-between “snacks” too! On Paradise Island, it was mandatory for even the bars to have some kind of food, and at Paradiso they happened to serve pastries of all kinds, which Rachel was more than happy to pair with her Chocobeer.

Lisa watched as Rachel made countless trips between the dance floor and the bar. She was never dancing without a pastry and a bottle of beer in each hand. The two weren’t together the entire night, both girls parting ways to socialize and do their own thing, meeting only every now and then. But when they did, Lisa could’ve sworn each time another button was missing off Rachel’s blouse (or rather, her blouse!).


“Rachel, I’m getting kinda sleepy—let’s go home” said Lisa, walking up to her friend who was seated at the bar, her huge, exposed butt bulging over the poor bar stool.

“Okay, lemme just finish this last bottle and piece of cake” said Rachel through a mouthful of chocolate cake, munching on a slice she held in her hand. “God this place is awesome!” she said, leaning in across the bar to grab her half-empty bottle of Chocobeer. As she did, her huge chest, with now even more cleavage pouring out (a few buttons had popped off during the night of dancing and eating), bulged over the bar heavily causing the last few buttons on the blouse to creak.

“Here’s to one whole month of this!” said Rachel, raising her bottle to Lisa and beginning to chug.

Lisa looked at her friend’s big belly bulging onto her lap, happy and full from all the eating and drinking, and tried to imagine Rachel one month from now. This girl was going to get BIG.