Iceberg Effect - Part 10

Clarissa adjusted her cover-up wrap as she impatiently waited, her suitcase in tow. She was standing in the entryway of one of the most luxurious resorts in Mexico, a trip her new boyfriend, Georgie Dupont, had purchased for them for their first getaway. Despite the exciting location and adventure, Clarissa wasn’t in paradise. There seemed to be a problem with their room, and they had been waiting 30 minutes already.

Clarissa wanted a drink, some food, and to put her feet up, yet she was stuck dragging her luggage out of the way when a gaggle of people passed through while Georgie went back and forth with the local receptionist. Clarissa adjusted her cover-up once again. She had come, dressed to impress. Her body and curves were on a whole new level, and she was prepared to show her hot bod out on the beach. Her curves had gone extra large though, and her wardrobe had yet to keep up. Her hips stretched out the bottoms of her bikini, turning them a lighter shade than her top. The expansion down below had oddly not migrated north at all, leaving Clarissa with a distinctive pear shape. She enjoyed her larger rear and what she perceived as womanly curves, but she hadn’t quite spotted the cellulite that had started to sprout up.

“I’m sorry babe, but it looks like it’s going to be a bit longer.” Georgie stepped aside to tell her. Clarissa huffed, this is not how she pictured starting her vacation.

“Sorry I’m so upset Georgie, I just really want to get you up to our room.” Clarissa gingerly traced her finger over her boyfriend's shoulder seductively.

“Nothing I can do babe, but soon. In the meantime, the best I could do is get our bracelets for the all inclusive service. Why don’t I take your bags, and you can go get a drink in the lounge.” All inclusive was the trigger word that had sold Clarissa on this trip. Originally she wanted Georgie to take her to his villa in the Mediterranean, but when he presented this alternative, Clarissa could only picture unlimited free drinks on the beach.

“Ok, but come join me soon ok?” Clarissa cooed. Georgie agreed, and went back to his conversation with the receptionist, after taking Clarissa’s bags that is. Clarissa though found herself heading into the nearby lounge. The first thing that hit Clarissa was a smell, a heavenly smell, a meaty smell. She whipped her head around instantly, screaming internally, ‘A buffett!’

Clarissa’s stomach rumbled, as the scant airplane food had done nothing for her. Even the bagel and muffin she had brought on board from the airport did little to quell her appetite during the short flight. Flying seemingly made the beauty a hungry lass. She happily grabbed a plate and found somewhere to tuck in. Teeming with this and that, Clarissa took no time in clearing her plate while she sipped on a drink she had ordered from one of the servers. Plates two and three went down just as easy. It wasn’t until plate five that the excitement had started to wear off and Clarissa had started to feel full, and maybe a little drunk. Thankfully her knight in shining armor had arrived at that very moment to find his very bloated girlfriend ready to throw in the towel. Good news was their room was ready, which was perfect, as Clarissa felt a little cat nap coming on.