Bridal Weight Part Four

Chapter Four: Gula En El Mar

“You’re kicking me out? B-but why?”

“You’re eighteen, it’s time for you to experience the real world Jesse.”

“But, I got a job! Why can’t I stay here?”

“At McDonalds!”

Jesse could remember his mother reaching out to grasp his stomach with a rough grip, making him squeal.

“I told you to get a job so you could lose weight and yet you found a job that enables you to continue stuffing your face.”

Jesse’s voice whimpered and whined “I can’t help it. I don’t know why I gain weight so easily.”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

For whatever reason, whenever Jesse felt peaceful and happy, bad memories from her past always seemed to rise to the surface. These painful memories were always met by something going into her mouth. Whether it was booze, cigarettes, weed, or food, they all passed Jesse’s plumps lips and instantly made him feel better.

A smiling staff member brought over a stainless steel bucket filled with ice and

contained several glass bottles of Coca Cola. Jesse’s eyes lit up and she squealed at the bucket being placed next to the hot tub.

“Gracias!” Jesse thanked him. She only knew a few words in Spanish and thank you was one of those words, along with buena nina and come mas. The worker smiled and nodded, telling her “De nada.”

Jesse quickly grasped one glass bottle and twisted the top off with her ever so plump hands. The cap pressed into her soft palm and she tried to turn it, but the cap would not come off. She pressed her sausage fingers against the glass and groaned trying to twist and turn it, but it remained clasped on. Perhaps it was because it was made in Mexico. Maybe Jesse was so out of shape and weak she didn’t have the wrist strength to do it, the way her hanging, dropping, bags of pure lard on her upper arms shook like jelly with every attempt certainly helped this conclusion. Or perhaps maybe, just maybe, this bottle cap was just being stubborn.

But Jesse was stubborn too.

“Daddy, this bottle won’t open!”

Alex, who had been busy talking with various staff members, laughed and told a worker to fetch a bottle opener. Once it was brought to him Alex went to his fat pig in the tub and handed it to her.

Jesse grinned upon hearing the air leave the bottle and upon seeing her beautiful wide smile Alex asked, “Is everything perfect now, bay bay?”

Jesse nodded, grasping the bottle with her chubby mit and tipped the Coke to her plump lips, letting out a noticeable squeal when she tasted the cane sugar.

“Oh Daddy, I love the Coca Cola here. It tastes so good.”

“Then drink up, bay bay. We’re going out soon.”

Jesse giggled and continued to drink, now with the security of having a bottle opener. The Cokes washed away her previous painful memories and brought her back to the present, the liquid calories saving her from the jaws of the past.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Maria oversaw the staff working tirelessly on Jesse’s food, knowing that the ship’s kitchen was going to be hard on satisfying Jesse’s whalish appetite.

“¿Hay suficiente mantequilla? ¿Manteca de cerdo? Senorita Spencer ama su comida grasosa.”

“Sí señora, estamos todos abastecidos.”

“Bueno, bueno,”

Maria then saw the amount of fries currently being fried and shook her head.

“No, no, no, eso no es suficiente,” she held up two fingers, “Double! Double order.”

The chefs nodded, understanding perfectly the scale of what was being asked. The double bacon cheeseburger was made and a double order of fries was ready to go. Maria placed them on a cart, covered by a stainless steel dome, she was all ready to go before her phone beeped. Picking it up she rolled her eyes, “She wants steak. She likes it medium rare. Also, I want you to cook it with a stick of butter.”

“¿Una barra de mantequilla?” Asked the confused chef to which Maria nodded. Maria observed him prepare the t-bone steak, placing a whole stick of butter on top of it in the pan. She smirked while watching the butter melt all over the sizzling steak, thinking about how much bigger her paycheck was going to be. Jesse had to be over five hundred by now, while she pushed the cart to the glass elevator Maria went over the numbers in her head, her avarice growing in sync with Jesse’s gluttony.

When Maria returned to the deck Jesse saw the cart and immediately grinned, her smile as bright as the desert sun shining above them. When Maria pushed the cart to the hot tub and lifted the cover to reveal the thick bacon cheeseburger and the double order of fries Jesse immediately cooed, “Thank you so much Maria!” Jesse grabbed one half of the burger and sat back to eat, fat and content.

“There is more coming, senorita,” Maria said while watching Jesse eat. Jesse opened her mouth wide to take huge bites. Each time her mouth opened her jelly roll of a double chin would bulge out like a toad. Observing Jesse in the tub made Maria think of a hippo or a whale in a tank. With the way the bubble jets were turned on it also gave Maria the impression of a pig in a boiling pot. Shaking these images out of her head Maria turned and left, all these foul images in her head filling her with abject disgust.

Jesse finished the first half of the burger easily and switched to the fries. Alex came back out onto the deck clad in shorts and an unbuttoned green short sleeve linen shirt that showed his brown abs. He took a seat outside the tub and said, “Allow me, bay bay.”

“Okay daddy,” Jesse giggled and opened her mouth. Alex picked up a single fry and dipped it in ranch. The fries were thick cut and Jesse would moan when Alex would place each fry in her mouth.

“Mmmm. I love fries daddy.”

Alex observed how tight his bride’s swimsuit was and grinned. She was practically fit to burst out of it. Jesse’s body was one crafted by fried foods, her sloppy, droopy, dangling flab that hung off her body made that self evident. He reached into the water and rubbed the curve of Jesse’s protruding belly, his fingers pressing into the bits of flab that poked out of her swimsuit.

Jesse looked down at her immense belly and remarked, “It’s gotten so big.”

Alex nodded in the affirmative. “Your belleh,” he said, his accent thick and his voice trembling with lust.

“My belleh” Jesse repeated while mimicking her daddy’s accent. She took a deep breath and pushed out her gut against her daddy’s hand when suddenly Jesse’s swimsuit ripped and her gut came surging out resembling an avalanche rolling down a hill after a volcano eruption, the jiggly flab that had only barely been contained was freed and covered the rest of Jesse’s lap.

“Oops!” Jesse squeals and immediately went into a giggling fit at the spectacle of bursting out of her swimsuit while Alex only laughed. “Good girl! A very good girl!” Alex praised her and leant over to kiss her several times on the lips, his broad brown hands cupping Jesse’s blushing jowls.

“¿Qué tenemos aquí?”

Jesse and Alex were interrupted when Alex’s amigo Hector came onto the deck.

“Hector!” Alex said getting up from kissing his whale and went over to hug him. While the two were hugging Jesse saw who was with him.

“Oh my gawd, Beth!” Jesse squealed at the chubby blonde

“Hey girl!” Beth grinned, so excited to see her friend. While she approached the tub Jesse looked her over, “Girl you got FAT!”

Beth shrugged and patted her jutting pot belly that hadn’t yet succumbed to gravity, “What can I say, Hector really likes it.” Beth got into the tub and hugged Jesse tightly.

“And what about you? You’re WAY bigger since I last saw you girl!” Jesse then observed the ruined swimsuit and laughed “Outgrew your swimsuit eh, fatty?”

Jesse giggled and said, “It’s not my fault, the swimsuit has been here all this time. I didn’t think about bringing another, I’m such a ditz. Alex tells me,” Jesse then started to mimic Alex’s accent, “Don worrah, yer jawb isn tu think.” Jesse and Beth laughed at this before Jesse asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Same reason you’re here!” Beth grinned but then saw Jesse’s blank puzzled face, “You do know why you’re here, right?”

Jesse furrowed her brow at having to think before saying “Aren’t we here for fun?”

Beth laughed and reached for a fry, “Close enough!”

Then Jesse felt vibrations and the yacht started to move. “Daddy?” Jesse called out while the ship slowly left its place, leaving the dock. “We’re going out to the ocean, bay bay. Hector and I, we are going deep sea fishing.”

“Okay daddy!” Jesse called while the yacht left the marina and headed out to the ocean. Maria came back pushing another cart containing Jesse’s steak. Lifting up the cover Jesse and Beth both oohed at the fatty steak that had been coated in an entire stick of butter.

“Oh my Gawd that looks amazing, I want one too!” Beth cried out and Jesse sweetly asked, “Maria, can you make another one like this one?”

Maria raised an eyebrow “Like this one?” “Si!” Jesse replied, giggling.

Maria closed her eyes and said, “Yes, I’ll tell the kitchen. Is there anything else?” Jesse thought for a moment before her eyes lit up, “Oh! Oh! Um, okay, so, can I have another one too, but can this one be chicken fried please? Oh and a bottle of rum?”

“Steak and Chicken fried steak and rum for the senoritas,” Maria tapped into her tablet before returning back inside.

“You’ve always loved fried food,” Beth remarked, picking at fries while watching Jesse dig into the fatty steak.

Jesse’s face was smiling as he chewed the juicy tender steak before saying “I do, I love it soooo much. I get to have it whenever I want!” After crowing Jesse then asked, “But what about you? I never thought you’d get fat like me.”

“I didn’t either to be honest, but Hector, well…I should have known better, what with him being friends with Alex.”

“What does that mean?” Jesse asked to which Beth sniggered, “He likes fat chicks, duh!”

“Oooh!” Jesse said, now getting what she meant. A staff member came with two shot glasses and a bottle of rum which Beth started to pour. After taking a shot Beth asked, “Do you know what you weigh now Jesse?”

Jesse put a pudgy finger to her lips in thought, “Not really, Daddy doesn’t have any scales at the house, but I know I’m heavier.” Jesse grasped big handfuls of her belly and gave it a shake, sending her bloated body wobbling “Look at this belly. I know I’m huge. It burst out of my swimsuit! I’m not stupid.”

Jesse somehow managed to hold her laughter at that statement.

Meanwhile on the lower deck Alex and Hector had their poles set up and they drank cornas while waiting for a bite.

“Estás trabajando duro en ella,” Hector complimented Alex who replied “Y usted también. Tan pronto después del funeral…”

“No fue difícil. Tenía sus reservas, pero se dio la vuelta.” Hector took a sip of his corona.

“¿Ella sabe? ¿Qué va a pasar?” Alex asked.

“No. Ella piensa que solo la quiero gordita. Ella no tiene idea de lo que quiero.” Hector responded looking out at the expanse of the ocean. Alex only smiled and tipped his beer back.

Up above in the tub Jesse was absolutely hammered. Being at such an elephantine size it took a lot to get Jesse wasted. It was what allowed Jesse to drink all the way from LA to Mexico and not be sloppy drunk like she was now.

“Gurrrl! Look atth thiss belleh'' Jesse slurred while rubbing Beth’s pot belly, “You even hav stretch marks.” Beth laughed when Jesse’s finger dug into her belly button “Hey! No touching the button!”

Jesse just laughed and wiggled her finger, feeling the flab hanging off Beth’s middle lift up with her finger and bob with each wiggle. “Stooop it!” Beth drunkenly squealed.

“How much you at, gurrrl?” Jesse asked while slurring her words. Beth looked down at her wobbling stretch marked pot belly, unlike Jesse’s slab of fat that she called a belly that covered her lap like a blanket of lard Beth’s belly still had a semblance of a pot belly, resembling that of a pregnant mother. “200 even,” Beth told her while smiling, the newfound chub on her cheeks lifting up and showing an emerging double chin.

Maria came to the tub and started to put the empty dishes onto a cart. While she did this she suggested, “Perhaps Senorita should lay down. It’s been a long day.”

Getting Jesse out of the tub and into bed was an important, vital thing. If Jesse passed out in that tub nothing short of a crane would be able to lift the fat lard out. Jesse looked over at the setting sun crossing the Pacific Ocean into parts unknown. She smiled dumbly at the pretty scene and the beautiful orange sky above them.

“I guess I should,” Jesse mumbled and groaned at getting up. Maria had two workers, two of the stronger men on staff with her that grabbed hold of her arms and helped her out of the tub.

“We’ll hit the spa room tomorrow!” Beth called out to Jesse who was being manipulated by the men towards the glass elevator, like she was a stupid cow being led by it’s farmer. Jesse’s hanging bag of belly jelly wobbled and slapped against the top of her thunderous thighs. Once in the suite Maria removed the ruined one piece, revealing Jesse’s bloated swollen form fully. Collapsing backwards on the bed Jesse’s bed sloshed up, flashing Maria a fll glimpse of his pitiful “manhood.”

Maria’s face contorted at seeing the tiny prick, thoroughly repulsed. Despite this she worked to get Jesse fully into bed. Lifting her right bloated leg took two hands and Jesse wasn’t helping with the other. Once Jesse was fully in bed Maria patted the small of her back while looking down at the heifer of a boy slowly drifting off to a drunken stupor.

No amount of money could be worth this, Maria thought while pressing her fingers into her back one at a time, trying to massage some sort of relief into her poor back. Upon hearing the loud snores of sleep apnea start to emerge from the sluggish beast it only added more salt to her wounds.

“Cerda gorda desagradecido,” Maria muttered, her whisper buried under the volume of Jesse’s snores. She observed how Jesse periodically would stop breathing and then became disappointed when the loud booming snores resumed at full blast.

“Si solo…” Maria muttered in a disappointed way one would express after failing at something.

“If only…”

To Be Continued…