The beauty of a port-town is its association with water, and the little things that accompany it. The little shops filled with curiosities that always seemed to congregate there, the frequent caw-cawing of seagulls, the sight of small tug-boats coming in with a fresh catch, the smell of salty air and the oddly common swimming pools found in the local hotels.
Today the Hammond Hotel swimming pool found itself visited by its most regular user. Arisa Boonliang-Spencer loved swimming in, watching or just sitting next to the pool and letting her legs dip into the cool water on a hot day. The rich heiress was on holiday, and as such had arrived during the hotter months, and what better way to spend them then lounging around and soaking up some rays or taking a dip to cool off?
Arisa found the water liberating, it felt like she could move so freely and do whatever she wanted. Granted this was because a woman of her size was severely restricted on land, where gravity was in full effect. At the present time Arisa was sunbathing; her gargantuan body clad in only her favorite bikini (Something back in high school she never imagined she would ever wear). It was a pink garb, with little turquoise spots on it, and it was getting rather tight…
“Would madam care for a Martini?” a well dressed butler asked as he approached the monolithic woman. Arisa lifted her sunglasses off over her eyes to inspect the intrusion; not that she minded. Arisa was a gentle soul and welcomed anybody coming over to talk to her.
“Oh! That would be perfect, what do you recommend?” Arisa asked with her trademark beaming smile that spread over her cinnamon-colored cheeks.
“The house special, a cool lemonade made from fresh produce here mixed with a tinge of lychee” the waiter replied in his stern solemn tone.
“Oooo! I will have that then!” Arisa replied giddily, replacing her sunglasses as the waiter bowed and left. The sun felt good on Arisa’s skin, though she had no actual ability to tan thanks to her complexion, she did enjoy the sun’s rays on her massive body. The gargantuan woman was sat on an industrial-strength sun-lounger, specially made for her. Despite this her lovehandles were starting to peek over the sides, she might need to call her mom and ask if a slightly larger one could be developed; but she didn’t want to do it until she had no other choice, she would rather not disturb her mom while she was working. And besides, Arisa was not supposed to worry, this was her holiday and she was supposed to relax!
Every so often Arisa shifted her incredible bulk slightly to get herself just that little bit more comfortable; it was also all the movement she could do, laid out as she was on her cascading rolls of back-fat and pinned by her mountain of a stomach. The heat was wafting over her brown body, it would be so easy to just fall asle…
“Your drink madam” came the sudden returning drawl of the waiter.
“Oh! Thankyou!” Arisa answered, suddenly jarred fully awake. Taking the tall drink in her fat hand she took a sip, mmm tropical. As Arisa swirled her drink around she pondered, she really should see the town. Her holiday may be a long one, but it would be too easy of her to just waste it all under the baking sun. “Oh! Could you do a little thing for me?” Arisa asked the waiter just as he was turning to leave. “Can you press the up button on that remote there? I…have a hard time reaching it” Arisa added the last bit with a red tinge in her cheeks, trying not to make it too obvious that she had placed the remote for her chair just out of her tubby arms range.
The butler moved to the remote and hit up, Arisa braced herself as the lounge chair began to shift and move, pistons whirring as it shifted upright and the obese heiress could feel all her fat re-arrange itself to adjust to the new center of gravity. Her monstrous stomach that flowed all above her like a giant jelly rolled forward sliding across her barrel-like thighs until it came to rest, covering them completely with its expanse and just sitting gently above her knees, burying any trace of the bottom-half of her pink bikini. Bracing her hands on her topmost set of love-handles Arisa took a tentative step, her sandals tight on her fat feet. Her legs were a little shaky after sitting on her car-wide backside for so long; but holding up almost seven-hundred pounds is hard on any feet.
When sitting Arisa looked pretty dam big, but on her feet? She was a sight that took peoples breath away. Her legs were like big fluffy brown pillows stacked on top of each other (her knees long buried), with the bottom-most one marking the part where her leg met her foot with a thin roll of fat. Her stomach was a gigantic dome that jutted out far in front of her, commanding her shape and entering rooms long before she did. Her hips were now approaching the kind of width that doors would struggle to allow her passage. A massive backside that rolled just over the tops of the back of her legs jutted out behind her. Her arms were thick and stout; her topmost arm-flab was overflowing her lower arms, which were not exactly thin either. She had started to get a tiny little wrist-roll around graduation and it was really obvious now. Huge fat breasts sat on top of her boulder-sized gut; currently not held up by her usual industrial-strength bra, they rolled to the sides of her belly slightly, but still gave any onlooker a face-full of boundless cleavage. Arisa's face was always a prominent storage point for excess calories, with soft-ball sized cheeks and a triple chin, her face could certainly be described as "round". Flowing over her shoulders and down towards her round rump was Arisa's flowing black hair. Now that she had to appear more often around her mother's company, getting ready for her eventual role running it, she had her own personal stylist; meaning the scruffy head of hair Arisa wore in high school was long gone. Now her hair was plumped up, but lacked any stray hairs or split ends; it was like a river of smooth oil that flowed around her.
Arisa took a long sip from her glass and then proceeded to waddle her way towards the door to the hotel lobby. The staff had gotten used to her sunbathing over the weeks, so seeing someone of her girth in so few clothes had become pretty normal. Arisa was not an exhibitionist; she just didn’t see the big difference between sitting outside in her bikini and walking inside in it. As Arisa reached the halfway point of the lobby a voice called out. Turning her head with some difficulty (her shoulders had started to get so fat turning her head was becoming problematic, and forget actually turning around to face someone at her size) Arisa saw the person addressing her.
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