Holiday on Phat Phuc Island

"Uhgg! I can't believe that they let these whales on the beach,” The turquoise lagoon was overwhelmed with a pod of women who had absolutely no business being seen in public. Three of them sunbathing right in front of us. I spoke loud enough for them to hear. “Can you imagine how much suntan lotion they must go through in a day?”

“Fucking hell, Victoria, are you going to complain about everything?” Peter, my boyfriend at the time, looked up from his Blackberry and shrugged. “Who cares?”

“I care,” I looked down at my well-toned body. I had earned my white two-piece with years of discipline and sweat at the gym. I certainly didn't skip the late night kabobs to have some sun burnt sea cows ruining my view of a tropical paradise. “Wearing a bikini is a privilege, not a right,”

“I don't see what the big deal is,” Peter said. Of course, he was an American. From some state that fries cheese curds. “Just ignore them,”

“How can they go out in public looking like that?” I said, the sweetness of coconut clinging to my lips as I took a sip of my drink. One of the beached whales stood up, her black string bikini completely inadequate. She hauled her wobbling tits and belly past us towards the bamboo hut that served the cocktails. Peering over the top of my sunglasses, I watched her start to flirt with some Australian surfers.  Before long, she was actually making out with one of the hard-bodies. The sight was turning my stomach, the surfer boy squeezing her fat arse right in front of the whole beach. “Look at that!  What is his problem?”

“I don't know, I don't care,” Peter had turned all of his attention back to the e-mail he was writing.

“I want to go back to the room,”

“Jesus Christ, it's our first day of vacation! Don't start this shit already,”

With crossed arms and a toxic glare, I watched Peter gather up our towels and beach bag.  He sulked all the way back to the hotel, and I reminded him that if he'd paid the extra money for a room that faced the beach, we wouldn't have to walk so far.  As it was, we were stuck on the fifth floor of the main resort building, with no view except for some bloody jungle.  The air conditioner hummed to life as we entered our tiny room, which was decorated with all the contemporary style of a cheap Thai restaurant.

"I need to fix my hair," I heard Peter grumble as I stepped into the bathroom.  This equatorial humidity was murder on my split ends.  When I emerged, he already had the television on, watching a football match.  “Would you like to get some supper?” 

“The game just started, baby,”

"Fine," I said, wrapping a towel around my waist. “I'm going the bar,”

*    *    *

When I arrived at the hotel bar, the local bartender, was scrambling to fulfill the petulant requests of a quartet of very rotund tourists. I glared at them, picking two peanuts from the bowl as I waited for my drink. It was bad enough they had to ruin my view of the sunset, but now they were making me wait for a drink.  Women who look like I do should never have to wait for anything.

“Apparently, they'll let anyone in the hotel,” I muttered, finally sipping the rum and coconut concoction that was the specialty of the resort.

“I just love those drinks!” Of course, who should sit down next to me but the too small bikini girl. She looked even rounder close up, her breasts resting on the bar as she balanced her gut and arse on the stool. “They have soooo many calories, but I don't have to tell you that!”

And the cunt actually had the audacity to poke me in the stomach!

“Excuse me,” I straightened my spine in protest.

“This must be your first time on Phat Phuc,” she said, her stupid smile undiminished. “The name's Jenny, my girlfriends and I have been coming here for years,”

“Victoria,” I growled, deciding to take my drink back to the room. "And, it was a pleasure meeting you, but..."

“I just love how open and... liberating this island is,” Julie wouldn't take the hint. “You know, none of the... sexual hangups that we have in the West,”

“Yes. Well, I'm afraid I really must be returning to my room, my boyfriend is expecting me,” I stood up brushed past the chubby American.

"That's cool, maybe I'll see you later,”

“I can't imagine I will have much difficulty seeing you,”

Sucking down the rest of my drink on the way back to the room, I worked myself into a proper lather.  Everyone puts on weight during holiday, I thought, considering the slight bulge that had appeared where my bikini bottom met my hips.  But that stupid bitch had no room to talk.  When I got back home, it wouldn't take more than a few days at the gym and I'd be back to my slim, fit self.  She would still be a fucking behemoth.   I slashed my key card through the electronic lock and threw the door open.

“This holiday is utterly ruined!” I shouted, expecting Peter to be watching his fucking football match.  He was, but from behind a the bobbing arse of a sweaty, fat cow!

“Victoria!” he shouted, his face and neck bright red.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” I screamed, pointing at the panting woman crouched on our bed. “Who is this?”

“I don't know,” he didn't even stop humping her, every stroke sending her overgrown udders swinging wildly in every direction. 

“You fucking pig!” I picked up the iron from the wall and flung it at Peter's head.  He ducked, but didn't even break copulative rhythm.  The naked tart just rolled her eyes, reached between her massive thighs and grabbed my boyfriend's balls. Peter howled and started fucking her harder, his abs smacking against her hindquarters even quicker than before.  As I fled down the hallway with tears in my eyes, I was chased by a sound like a water bed being slapped rhythmically.

Careening blindly through the hallways, I accidentally knocked over a pair of plump, freckled women.  Disentangling myself from their loud curses and fleshy limbs, I lost my towel and both flip-flops before scrambling towards the stairwell.  Somehow I found my way back to the bar, where that American bitch was still sitting.  The last thing I wanted was another chat with her, so I spun on my heel, but she moved surprisingly quickly for a chunky woman. 

"Victoria!" She squeezed me, and I had to admit that the soft hug wasn't entirely unwelcome. "What happened, girl?"

"My boyfriend...," I choked, following Julie to the bar. "How could he?"

"Oh, my god!" As soon as we sat down, the bartender scrambled over to the fat American to the fat American, who ordered two more drinks. "He didn't...,"

"With some fucking PIG!" I wailed, the words and tears finally spilling out.  

"What an asshole!" Julie bought me a several drinks as she listened, and I consumed more of the sweet, coconut libations than I should have.  Absentmindedly, I adjusted my bikini top, the straps of which were cutting into my shoulders painfully.  In doing so, I felt a cool evening breeze stiffen a nipple unexpectedly.  

"Oops," I stuffed my left breast back into place, wondering how my swimsuit could have possibly shrunk.  I thought about my towel, lying abandoned on the fifth floor.

“Let's get you back to my room,” Julie said, rubbing my shoulders. “You don't want to pop out of your top in front of everyone,”

“Of course,” I was completely pissed. Maybe I did. It would serve that jackass right if I paraded around naked in the lobby. A woman like me could have anyone I wanted. From across the bar, I caught the eye of a shirtless surfer.  Two could play this game.

“Come on, you look like you're ready for bed,”

“Yes, bed,” Julie's voice snapped me out of a lurid daydream I was having. Standing up, I fished my swimsuit out of my behind as best I could and I smiled at the surfer. My nipples were rock hard and I practically squished with every step, my thighs rubbing each other a rosy red.

*    *    *

Julie's room was on the opposite side of the hotel, and with every step, I felt drunker and slower.  The effort required to move my body seemed to multiply as we navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the resort complex.  Slowing down, Julie smiled over her shoulder and grabbed my hand, pulling me along with her as we climbed the stairs to the third floor.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her wide buttocks, amazed that she wasn't ashamed to being wearing a thong.

"I've got to use the pisser, but make yourself comfortable," Julie said, unlocking the door.  By the time I crossed the small room, I was exhausted. Julie disappeared into the bathroom and I lowered myself onto the room's only bed, a king-sized, with a sigh. Looking down, I could barely see my knees below the shelf of my enormous bosoms.

“That's terrible about what your boyfriend did,” Julie returned wearing an XXL-tee shirt with the logo of Phat Phuc Resorts' logo stretched across her bust.

“Fuck him!” My humiliation and shame surged back. How could he? Why would he choose her over me? I was so much more... more... curvy! 

"Men can be such fucking pigs," Julie half-smiled as she lumbered over to a pile of suitcases by the widow. When she bent over, her shirt lifted over her bare rump giving me a view of... well, everything!  She didn't even shave, I noticed as I lifted my stomach to scratch the stubble around my bikini line. “So, what are you going to do?”

“I am going to enjoy the rest of my holiday,” I laughed, feeling drunk. Every giggle sent waves of pleasure through my flesh. My bikini, which had covered my girlish frame this morning, had nearly disappeared into my soft body. “He is...fucking replaceable!”

“Good for you, sister,” Julie sat down next to me, holding a bottle of lubricant and a half-meter long, purple phallus. “That is such a pretty swimsuit, you should probably take it off before it tears, though”

“Oh, yes, of course,!” The fabric was near the breaking point.  With considerable relief, I let my breasts swing free before carefully peeling my bottom down thick legs.  For a second, I considered asking my hostess for one of her large shirts, but dismissed the thought.  There was certainly no reason for me to be ashamed of MY body.

“Oh my god, girl! How long has it been since you got laid?” Julie climbed onto the bed behind me, her eyes caressing my perfect curves in undisguised jealousy.

“Last night,” I grunted, legs spreading as I sank into the mattress in all my glory.

“You pour thing,” Julie said, casually slipping an extra large condom over the latex prick.  “You've gone ALL DAY!?”

"All day...," I sighed.  Flipping over and crouching on my hands and knees, I faced the door as Julie positioned herself behind me. I heard the lube squishing between her fingers, but doubted that she'd need it. My cunt was as moist as a tropical summer.  As the American woman's toy filled me I felt the fingers of her other hand reach down between my thighs, seeking out my pearl.

"It's just feels so awesome to get away from all that bullshit back home," Julie made small talk as she pounded my pussy with her super sized dildo.  "To come to a place without all those sexual and body image hang ups, you know?"

"Uuughrk!" When her fingers found my clit, I was powerless to disagree. Fuck Peter, I thought, I was going to spend the rest of the week looking out for my own.  Julie and her friends certainly seemed popular with the men, and her fingers were magical, I thought, rocking my hips in rhythm with her arm.  Pushing myself backwards sent my weighty tits in motion like pendulums.

And that's when the door swung open and Julie's girlfriends entered, their fleshy bodies overflowing their tiny swimsuits.  I opened my mouth to tell Julie to stop, but all that came out were desperate pleas for more.

“Hey guys,” Julie said, as if we were just playing backgammon.  I couldn't stop and Julie clearly wouldn't, so I just bit my lip, the purple dildo wriggling inside of me.

“Look,” One of the two Americans giggled as they approached, their wobbling bellies inches from my face. She was wearing a leopard print bikini straining against her body like a break water in a storm.  “It's that skinny Brit from the beach,”

“Not anymore,” the other woman, an enormous blonde with breasts larger than my head, raised her arm and smacked my arse with her open palm. “Looks like she finally filled out that frame,”

The effect of the woman's spank rippled through my brain and body, setting me over the cliff.   My massive form shaking like a mound of coconut cream, I orgasmed  in front of three fat American tourists, squeezing Julie's hand between my broad thighs and she finally relented.  The dildo came free with a long slurp, and I collapsed on the bed, panting.

"I'll bet you feel better now, eh?" Julie laughed.  he tossed the toy into a plastic bin lying next to the bed. There were already a half dozen dildos in there. “So, what's up, girlfriends?  I thought you were going to that beach volleyball game,”

“All the boys fell asleep,” leopard-print bikini girl said, freeing her pendulous breasts. She had the largest, candy apple red nipples I had ever seen. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her while she bent over and removed the rest of her swimsuit. “And we got bored,”

“Hi there,” I didn't even notice the blonde woman had joined Julie and I on the bed until she started cuddling next to me. “I'm Beth!”

“Hello,” I stammered. She was gorgeous. Big, soft breasts pressed up against my side. I could feel my heart starting to beat faster, my nipples digging into the mattress as I stared at her bare pussy. 

“And you are?” the blonde giggled, smacking my arse.

“Oh, quite sorry- My name's Victoria,”

“What's up?  I'm Kelly,” The third woman flopped onto the mattress with an armful of toys and started talking about how sexually liberating this culture was or something.  I wasn't really paying attention, Beth's fingertips gliding over the swell of my enormous bosoms.

"Your boobs are SO huge!" she said, finally grabbing one in each hand and rubbing them against her own soft pillows.

"I know," Looking around at the other women now crowding in on me on the bed, I realized that I had the biggest tits in the room.  Rolling over, I groaned with the bed as Julie and her girlfriends teased and squeezed my soft curves.  Despite my mind-melting orgasm mere minutes before, I spread my knees and whined.  Julie smiled and selected a small vibrator from the bin next to the bed.  It buzzed to life in her hand before placing a million trembling kisses on my inner thigh.

"So, girls," The American woman's same, stupid grin widened as she moved the trembling toy to my other thigh, then slowly up and down the slope of my round stomach.  "What should we do tonight?"

"Please...," I gasped. Julie was being a real bitch. Couldn't she see how much I needed it.  

"I think Victoria here has a few ideas," Kelly laughed and her right tit flopped into my open mouth.  I wrapped my tongue around her long nipple as Beth continued to fondle my tits.  Finally, Julie slipped her toy inside of me, no need for lube this time, and I felt the battery powered device scatter my inhibitions to the far corners of the world.

And why shouldn't it?  After all, I was on holiday.

THE END