MsCezanne's Odyssey

Every summer Denise and Peter would go on a vacation, with just the two of them while her parents looked after their kids. A couple years they'd borrowed her parents RV, which turned into a fiasco when her 330 pound body became trapped in the shower. The previous summer found her unable to navigate her 393 luscious pounds out of a slippery bath tub without putting on her rubber soled runners.

Many people would have been ashamed to let these things happen, but Peter and Denise found the events very erotic. The discussed them often, and aside from having a healthy family, enjoyable careers, their main goal was to see how much bigger Denise could get and see where else she might get stuck. They certainly didn't seek out places for her to get stuck, and always avoided them when the kids were around. This week to themselves, on the other hand, they weren't planning to be nearly so careful.

Denise been 123 pounds when they married, and each of their three children had added significantly to her girth. From there it was Peter's discovery that he loved a bigger Denise that led Denise to continue getting bigger. This summer Denise was bigger than ever, tipping the scales at 465 pounds.

It was difficult choosing a place to go on vacation. At her size Denise didn't want to do a lot of walking. The RV was out of the question, it was too small for her a couple years ago, impossible now. Last year had been a trip to Niagara Falls. It was a lot of fun, but a lot of walking too. It had taken her a month to recover from that, and she was much thinner then! The perfect trip finally presented itself: a cruise! There wouldn't be much walking for Denise, and they wanted to test the rumour that you always gained weight on a cruise.

Though they had a nice cabin, a cruise ship is ultimately a moving hotel, and there are concessions that must be made to keep it as small as possible. Doors are a little tighter, bathrooms a little smaller. When first setting up in their cabin there was some worry that Denise might find a place to get stuck sooner rather than lighter. Though there were some tight fits, there weren't any problems.

The ship made a cruise of the Caribbean, and while it made a few stops, Peter and Denise remained aboard the ship. They discovered the rumours were true, and that food was plentiful even beyond their imagination.

As the week wore on it became clear that no matter how much Denise ate, and how tight things seemed aboard the ship, she wasn't going to get stuck anywhere. The food and privacy did provide them with plenty of entertainment anyway.

On their last full day on ship they went to their favourite buffet. Peter was going to bring her plate after plate of food, as he had all week. This time they were going to go for broke and stay until they were told to leave.

As then entered, they realised they weren't alone in enjoying the buffet. The place was packed! They looked around for an empty table, an empty booth, something. Eventually they settled on a booth that already had a couple in it, but wasn't full. The husband and wife were seated across from each other. The husband was quite large, maybe an equal for Denise. There was already a large plate of food in front of him. Peter and Denise asked if they could join them, and the couple said yes. They moved around so that Denise was facing the husband, and their spouses were on the outside of the booth.

The booths were roomy, and the tables moved, which was why Denise hadn't gotten stuck in them as they'd hoped a few days earlier. However, sitting across from this other large man, the table was much tighter. Even still, Denise could still get up if she needed to.

As the afternoon wore on it became clear that this other couple had the same intention as Denise and Peter: to get in as much of this great food as possible! They chatted about the experiences on the cruise, all the great food they'd eaten and places they'd been. Denise and the husband would keep eating as their spouses gathered plate after plate of food. As the day became evening, a competitive spirit took hold. It was a friendly competition, but each couple was determined to eat the most.

The restaurant slowly emptied, and they could have moved to more comfortable chairs, or their own booth, but the Battle of the Bulges continued. Denise had eaten more than she could ever recall, and was uncomfortably full. She was pretty sure the same was true of her counterpart.

Finally they were the last people in the place and the staff was eager to clean up. The food was put away, and the race was on to polish off their last plate first. It ended in a virtual dead heat. Everyone smiled, Denise and the fat husband had dreamy looks on their faces, they were very pleased with themselves, and also happy that the food had finally stopped.

Denise turned to get up.

At least, she tried to turn. The table jostled, squeezing into her belly. She and her eating companion tried moving in different ways, with each other, against each other, sitting still, trying to go up, down, left right, but it was no use.

They were stuck! Stuck at sea!

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