The Cruise pt. 1

The Cruise

(Contains drug use, inhuman amounts of stuffing, and vore. If these things bother you, don't read)

“Just do it already!” Jan elbowed Britt, who was holding a needle above her left arm. Her right hand trembled as she pressed the needle against her vein and into the skin. By the time she thumbed the plunger, Britt's eyes were bulging in terror. At last, she plunged the mysterious, shiny black liquid into her veins and the world went dark.

[Several Hours Earlier]

“This cruise sucks.” Jan had her elbow on the bar counter where the four girls were sipping on expensive Long Island Iced Teas. “Where are all the hot guys?” Spring break was supposed to be a magical week of partying but instead of guys, the girls were surrounded by unsupervised children and forty year olds passed out on deck chairs.

Kyle sighed watching a group of eight geriatrics putter across the deck with their shuffleboard sticks slung over their shoulder. “Drink up girls. Looks like thats the only way we're going to have fun.” She downed the rest of her Iced Tea and asked the bartender to keep the Mai Tais coming. After several rounds, the bartender, who Kyle admitted was probably one of the few attractive guys she had seen, grabbed her hand.

“I know you must be disappointed, what with all the families and crap. Come up to deck 14A around 11:30. That's where all the crew parties. Bring your friends, it's much more fun than up here. And it's free.” Kyle paused, not sure as if to trust the stranger. Booze took control. “Yeah, sure,” she smiled.

At 11:35, Kyle, Jan, Britt, and Bev were in the elevator. “The A level? Holy cow this is gotta be good!” Bev exclaimed. They exited into an opulent corridor with décor meant to mimic the corridors of the Titanic. A small man dressed in a purple bellhop's outfit and white gloves stood stiffly outside the elevator staring off into the distance, not even acknowledging the girls' existence.

Following signs, they found 14A, but the sounds thumping from inside could have drawn them in without direction. As soon as they knocked, the bartender opened the door. “Sweet you're here. Come on in! I'm Glenn by the way.” Inside were all the background staff that they girls had noticed over the past several days. The girls were a little shocked to see people that had carried such a professionally appearance to be sprawled out drunk and drugged up in hipster clothes.

Deck 14A clearly at one point was an executive suite. It was huge, over 1300 sq ft on a cruise ship. It had a wet bar and large jacuzzi. That was all that was left of the original furniture. At some point, management realized that staff had overtake it and left it at that. Now, Deck 14A was decked out like the basement of a frat house. Neon painted coated the walls and nearly every horizontal surface was covered in red plastic cups.

Jan picked up an empty cup and poured herself a tall shot from a nearby bottle. “This is what we were looking for girls,” She drained the cup and gave a whooping cry.

After several hours in 14A, the girls were plastered beyond belief. Britt nuzzled against Glenn, who she had become friends with after several drinks. “Listen,” he said, “14A is going to be closed for a few days. I know you gals are going to be pretty bored. Do you want a few drugs?” Jan overheard the conversation and stared at Britt who was considering the decision. Britt nodded and Glenn pulled out a sandwich bag with several smaller bags inside.
“This is to make up for all those drinks you guys had yesterday. You got your molly, LSD, lots of cocaine, adderall for the lightweights... Oh, and a small amount of pot.” Britt took the bag and started stuffing it into her bag. “Oh yeah, this is for you, if you want it.” Glenn produced a vial and needle of a black liquid that shimmered in an unnatural way. Britt thought about saying no, but the reflections of the vial kept drawing her in. Without a word, she took the set. Once the party was over the girls headed back to their suite.

“So, what'd ya get?” Jan was clearly drunk, but so were they all. Britt produced her wares, except for the special black liquid. The girls gasped at the sheer monetary amount of the drugs before them. Britt cradled the black vial in her hands nervously. “What's that?” asked Jan.

“I don't know,” Britt grinned, “but it looks pretty cool.” Britt extracted the substance via the syringe and tapped it with her index finger. A small drop ran down the needle and touched Britt's skin. All of a sudden, she was hit with a moment of terror. Premonitions of loss, and a burning ship ran through her brain. She still had the needle prepared for her forearm.

Jan leaned over and drunkenly yelled, “Just do it already!”

[present]
Britt shot awake gasping for air. There was no one around her and the room was dark. She looked down at her arm where the black liquid had been injected. Purple streaks lined her arm near the injection. As she pressed around the wound, Britt still felt weird. Her skin felt almost rubbery. It was almost as if she didn't have any bones.

One of her legs was half off the bed, and it drooped unnaturally over the edge. “What the hell?” Britt winced at the headache and put her feet on the floor. When she tried to stand up, she felt a sensation like her skeletal system was reacting to pressure and only becoming rigid on command. It was as if her body grew stronger depending on the required effort. There was a mirror nearby that Britt awkwardly walked over to. Walking across the room, she could feel her muscles respond to every movement like they were a living entity.

In the mirror, Britt saw her eyes still bloodshot and full of pupil. When she tried to pull down her eyelid to get a better view of her condition, she accidentally pulled her eyelid down several inches without any pain. Her skin was stretching like it was made of a rubber band.

“Holy...” Britt backed up and stared at the mirror. There had been no disfiguration to her face. Closing in to examine herself in the mirror, she kept glancing the bar of soap on the counter.  Britt inexplicably licked her lips a couple times while gripping the edge of the sink. She could feel a pull on her stomach, a notion that it had to be filled.

And yet... that bar of soap.... Britt was bobbing around the sink not knowing what to do. She squished her forehead and pressed her forehead to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Finally, she threw her hands up in the air and walked out of the room.

Only to walk right back in and stuff the bar of the soap into her mouth.

“What is wrong with me?” Britt gasped. “Where is everyone?”

Her stomach answered with a yearning desire to be fed. Britt drooled at a pile of clothing in the corner before looking at her watch.

“Oh shit, the cruise buffet! Everyone will want to know where I am!” Britt threw on a few more clothes and ran outside of the cabin. She wore a green minidress with thin straps that hugged her body.  Her friends were gathered around the assigned table and looked at her as though nothing had happened when she approached.

“Britt, glad you could make it. We were worried after last night,” Kyle smiled at Britt. She twitched when she saw Britt's arm and got a closer view of her eyes.

“What's wrong with your eyes?” Jan squinted and leaned in. Britt could feel a wave of something brush over her. “I...,” she started to say, her eyes bleary, “ What happened to me?” She felt like she wanted to vomit and leaned over, covering her mouth with a napkin. She started to heave, but instead of throwing up, she did the reverse. Britt inhaled the napkin and a corner of the tablecloth. She started coughing, but kept swallowing the rest of the fabric. The plates and silverware clattered around as more and more of the tablecloth was swallowed. Britt was practically red in the face, gulping down huge portions of the cloth almost without control.

Britt looked embarrassed when she burped after the final slip of table cloth slid down her throat. Her friends stared blankly at her.

“What the fu--” Jan began. Britt couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed Jan's plate and licked around the edges and sucked on meatless chicken bones. The taste was so delicious that she devoured the bones, crunching wildly. As she swallowed, she could feel some small portion of the hollow void in her stomach being filled. Britt smashed her hand on the plate, breaking it into pieces. She crunched up the porcelain before swallowing in giant clumps.  

Kyle, Jan, and Bev pushed up from the table and ran in sudden shock. Britt continued to grab everything on the table and put it into her mouth. She was beyond the point of chewing. Her elastic body accommodated everything from whole pieces of silverwear to her friends' plates of half eaten food. Once the table had been cleared, Britt tried to get up but her belly caught against the edge of the table. She peeked down and realized her stomach was larger than she thought. The minidress had creeped up her stomach so that it only covered the top quarter of her burgeoning gut. Britt paused to encircle her mound and enjoy the caressing touch.

As she ran her fingertips over her stomach, she touched her belly button and instantly her mind went dark.  Everything was food. Britt ran towards the buffet and let her tongue drool out of her elongated mouth. She stuffed casseroles into her face and then stuffed the dish as well. Her pupil-less eyes revealed the terror of her malicious intent. Britt couldn't believe herself.

The other cruise guests saw this strange behavior and began excusing themselves. Britt kept pouring panfuls of buffet's offering into her ever expanding gullet. Once she got to the end of the line, she eyeballed a chair and had a wild idea.

Using her accumulated bulk, she walked up to the wooden chair and hefted her mighty stomach upwards in grand gesture. She let the mass drop and crush the piece of furniture. Satisfied, Britt picked up the shatters of what remained before inhaling them in a grand gesture. At this point, everyone else had left, so Britt was free to crush and inhale all of the furniture in the room.

Once she had inhaled the last piece of anything from the room, Britt tapped her enormous drum. It was the size of a huge suburban. A small chef from the kitchen walked out to see what was up. He pulled his earbuds out and stared at the blank dining area. He started walking around the venue, wondering where the customers and the furniture was. All of a sudden, he felt the pressure of being grabbed around his waist. He watched as he was lifted up and led towards an enormous woman whose belly was  splayed out 12 feet in front of her. The dude started to scream at the same time the women started stuffing him into her mouth. A few gulps later, Britt smacked her lips and smiled, clapping her hand across her exposed belly.

There was a clatter in the stairwell. A confused man ran downstairs and saw the belly of a beast.

“I heard there was a distress call,” he anxiously said from afar. He surveyed Britt's enormous gut and started walking backwards up the stairs.

“Yes, please let them know we are out of rations.” Britt wiped her hand across her lips and started to get up.