Far off from any civilization, there was a singular island nestled in the center of the Pacific Ocean, known as Metamorpha. Despite its remote location, the island was a paradise on earth, with stunning, natural beauty and equipped with the best accommodations and amenities that money could buy. The resort was booked year round by the richest people on the planet, looking to toss away the troubles of their everyday lives in exchange for a short respite in this fantasy land. As to be expected, this place was perfect for a newlywed couple’s honeymoon.
The new Mrs. Dana Egdan, strode into the resort lobby, her designer, high heel shoes clacking against the white, marble tiles. Long, silky, blonde hair covered the string of her bright white, sun dress. Passing by a few other guests, Dana made sure to shake her shapely, rear and generous, B-cup cleavage to anyone she walked by, making sure everyone paid attention to her. “Are you coming dear?” she asked, turning her head towards her husband.
Mr. Egdan slowly, trudged through the lobby, dragging two large suitcases behind him. Jacob Egdan wasn’t much to look at, then again with his average features, scrawny body, and dull, black hair, it was hard to stand out against his wife’s super model looks. He had only recently, found himself rubbing elbows among other millionaires, getting his start from a winning lottery ticket and expanding his winnings with investments. Even with his vast riches, he still wore a plain, red collar shirt and khaki shorts, his wife taking it upon herself to spend the majority of his wealth. The two had met shortly, after Jacob came into his fortune, a fact that he seemed completely, oblivious to as Dana had him wrapped around her finger.
“Yes, s-sorry honey,” Jacob replied, dropping their luggage by the front counter.
“Helloooo can we get some service here?” Dana asked, slamming her hand on the bell.
From a backdoor approached a man, with wrinkles around his face and trimmed, grey hair covering his scalp and face. A regal blue suit and matching bowtie, gave him an air of class, although his goofy grin and round glasses ruined any chances of Dana seeing him as anything other than a crazy old man. “Welcome to Metamorpha resort,” the man said, holding out his arms. “My name is Eldwin and I am the owner of this magnificent place.”
“Magnificent yes, but the service here leaves much to be desired,” Dana said.
“I think my wife is just a little antsy after the boat ride here,” Jacob intervened. “Thank you for inviting us to your resort. It’s more beautiful than I could ever imagine.”
“Ah yes, you must be the Egdans,” Eldwin replied, adjusting his glasses. “You’ve arrived at the perfect time. The other guests on the island have convened in the ball room for a complimentary lunch. I recommend attending and getting yourself acquainted with them.”
“It better not be that cheap crap,” Dana said. “My husband and I will only take the best money can buy.”
“I assure you madam, no expense was spared. Now run along, you wouldn’t want to miss out on the festivities.”
Dana and Jacob were led by a pair of servants to the grand ballroom, where a gathering of the some of the wealthiest people in the world congregated. Jacob passed through the crowd, in awe of the familiar faces of actors and sports stars he recognized, conversing with each other over the highest quality food and drink money could buy. The company was completely, lost on Dana, who spent her time silently, judging the others, disgusted by how some of the guests gorged themselves on food. The two eventually, made their way to a table in a quiet corner, where they sat with their plates from the food service table.
“Don’t you think this place is amazing honey?” Jacob asked, sampling one of the wines recommended to him by a passing guest.
“Yeah it’s alright I suppose,” Dana replied, daintily, picking at her abysmal plate consisting of only three strawberries.
“Is something wrong dear?”
Washing down a bite of strawberry with champagne, Dana turned to Jacob with an annoyed look in her eyes. “This resort was advertised as a couple’s paradise and yet we’re having to share the air with theses disgusting people. I swear that one woman we passed came from a family of whales.”
“They’re just trying to enjoy their vacation like us.”
“Well I’d prefer that they do it far out of my sight.” Emptying her glass, Dana pecked Jacob’s cheek with a kiss. “Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure to make up for it once we back the room,” she said, seductively, tracing her finger underneath his chin. “Let me just grab another few strawberries from the buffet. I’m feeling strangely, hungry today.”
The sun shined down on the pristine, white sand of the Metamorpha shoreline, where its guests went about enjoying the seaside view and complimentary, drinks. Standing on the pier were the Egdans, ready to enjoy themselves, wrapped in matching, blue towels. Jacob confidently, walked down the steps, still in high spirits after the night of passion spent with his wife. Striding out onto the sand, he removed his towel to reveal his skinny body and swimsuit. The young millionaire caught his share of wandering eyes, rumors about his wealth having spread after the dinner from the previous night. He stopped halfway down the beach as he realized, that he was walking by himself.
“Aren’t you coming honey?” Jacob asked to his wife, still standing at the top of the stairs.
“Yes dear,” Dana replied, making her way down the stairs, plagued by a strange sluggishness. Removing her towel, she revealed an expensive, black bikini and skimpy thong, wrapped around her ample breasts and perfect ass. The outfit was meant to show off Dana’s prideful assets that she was pleased to find had only grown more impressive. However, the only thing Jacob could focus on was the large sphere of fat, that was protruding from his wife’s gut. Taking one step off the staircase, her new belly jiggled, sloshing around with the sounds of the morning’s breakfast.
“Dana are you okay?” Jacob asked, unable to take his eyes off of his wife’s new growth.
“I’m fine, why do you ask?” she replied, seemingly, oblivious to her sudden weight gain.
“N-nothing,” Jacob meekly, replied taking his wife by the arm and walking towards their beach chairs, trying not to stare at her belly.
Stretching out on the lounge chairs, the couple set about doing a day of nothing, but sunbathing. Their relaxing bliss, was interrupted by a waiter coming to take their orders for food and drink. After surviving a verbal lashing from Dana for disturbing her nap, the waiter shortly, returned with two frosty, margaritas and a plate of greasy nachos covered in mounds of cheese, beans, and beef. Jacob thanked the server and sipped away at his drink, while his wife, grabbed a handful of chips and shoved them in her mouth.
“Can you believe that guy?” Dana asked, mouth dripping with grease as she chewed. “He has some nerve disturbing us like that. Doesn’t he realize he’s practically, serving BWOOOOOORRRRP royalty?”
“He’s just trying to do his job honey,” Jacob replied, nose scrunching up as he got a whiff of his wife’s meaty belch.
Dana picked up the plate and licked the last layer of grease from the platter. “Job or no job, he’s to be put in his place. I’ll make sure to get a word in with the manager before the day is out. But first,” Dana raised her arm to call over another server, showing the faint growth of hair underneath her armpit. “Can we get some service over here? I need another URRRP plate of food.”
Jacob sat at his table, nursing a sweet tea and trying not to fall asleep in the middle of the restaurant. His once relaxing vacation, had given way to three restless nights dealing with his wife and trying to handle her “problem.” Tonight was the grand event of the week, with everyone dressed in their best clothing to sample the free buffet and mingle. It was supposed to be an opportunity to make friends and possibly, business relationships. However, that all seemed to fall apart the moment Dana made a beeline for the food.
Even from the other side of the room, Jacob could see his wife, a platter in one hand and the other grabbing as much as food as her chubby fingers could hold. A XXL red dress, taken from the resort’s lost and found, did little to hide her chunky rear and back fat, her fingers constantly, digging between the folds to get rid of unpleasant wedgies. She shuffled right past the salad table, her jiggling gut pushing aside other guests as she ventured towards the dessert line. Grabbing 15 eclairs for her plate, Dana held up the last one above her head, turning to the side to show Jacob her three, lime green chins and her once golden hair darkened into an ebony black.
Averting his gaze from his gluttonous wife, Jacob’s eyes scanned the other patrons, reminding him that she wasn’t the only one that had changed. A loving, elderly couple that he had met on the first day, were looking younger and younger each time he saw them, their wrinkly skin melting away and their ears becoming long and pointed. Across the room, he could see an old man, being fed by a woman with red skin and horns separating her silky, black hair, a spaded tail poking out from underneath her dress, playfully wrapping around the man’s leg. An entourage of women, took turns being groped by a scrawny, grey troll with crooked yellow teeth, their faces showing a revulsion, that Jacob had recently become quite familiar with. The more time spent at the island, the more Jacob began to see these creatures, not taking long for him to realize that the island had something to do with their drastic changes.
Over by the bar counter, Jacob could see Eldwin, drinking a glass of scotch and smiling, like a king looking over his kingdom of monsters. Jacob got out of his seat to confront him, only to be forced back down by a horrid smell. Holding his nose, Jacob turned to see his wife approaching, with her thick arms carrying platters large enough to feed a family of six. Grabbing two chairs to hold up her weight, Dana sat down at the table and started digging into an entire, honey glazed ham, wrapped in bacon and doused in bbq sauce.
“Honey, do you *cough* notice what’s been happening to the other guests here?” Jacob asked.
“You mean besides BWWOOOOOOORRRRP not knowing not to block up the hallways?” Dana replied, her pointed teeth tearing into the meat, smothering her lips and cheeks in sauce.
“No, I mean they’re starting to look and even act different. It’s like they’re under a magic-“
Jacob’s words were drowned out by a prolonged fart, billowing out Dana’s dress. “Man that feels better,” she said, wiping her face with her arm. “I blame the cooks here. We paid top dollar to be here and yet they give us food meant for beasts.” Shoving a chicken leg into her mouth to chew on, she lifted up her arm to scratch the wiry black, hair hidden by her fat. “Gah it just makes me wanna…ah whatever I just need something to get my mind off things.” Cleaning off the last of the chicken meat, Dana leaned across the table, her breasts pushing into her plates of food, staining the already weary dress. “When we get done here, let’s head back to the room. I think it’s time for some more stress relief,” she said, with a seductive look that did little to hide the odor of her meal seeping through her mouth.
“Um, maybe we can skip tonight,” Jacob said, turning his head away from her ghastly breath.
Dana’s meaty hand reached out and grabbed Jacob by his wrist, slathering it in grease. “That wasn’t a suggestion,” she said, an angry look in her eyes. “A husband has certain duties that he must perform for his wife. One of which is pleasing her whenever she needs it. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” Jacob replied.
“Good,” Dana said, leaning back down in her seat, another loud, fart passing through her butt cheeks. “Now why don’t you grab yourself a plate of food? You’re going to need the energy.”
Jacob stood outside of his honeymoon suite, watching the parade of servants going in and out of the door, with carts of food for his wife. For the past three days, Dana had been confined to their room, unable or just unwilling to wander about the resort and interact with other people. The servants felt the same way about her, hurrying about their work so they could put as much distance as possible between themselves and Dana. With the final plate of food brought in, Jacob handed the head waiter a generous tip and entered the room. Shuffling through the piles of empty bottles and food containers, Jacob approached the source of the horrendous stench, the green blob of flesh on the bed that was his wife.
Dana had gone from a super model to a permanent fixture of the hotel room in a little over a week, her flabby, green gut, taking up the majority of the king sized bed. Her entire body sunk into a dip in the mattress, the high-quality bed, buckling underneath the weight of her blubbery ass, the fabric soaked with the stench of her sweat and gas. A thick, green hand scratched the thick bushes of hair underneath her rancid armpits, her ugly, yellow nails, picking up strands of hair. Hair from her groin formed a trail leading up her whale-like belly, her belly button a deep, black hole of hair, sweat, and crumbs of food. A sludge of Dana’s past meals inhabited the crevasse between her massive, bare breasts, the sagging bags of meat like someone had filled two potato sacks with lard. Picking up a stray chunk of hotdog from her cleavage, Dana tossed the morsel into her mouth, where her jutting, fanged teeth chewed it like a starving beast, her five chins and long, scruffy, pitch black hair shaking along with it.
“Those BWWOOOOOOOOORRRP workers have no manners,” Dana belched, spraying leftover bits of food onto the front of her stomach. Grabbing a turkey leg from one of the platters, she stuffed it in her mouth, pausing to let out another burp. “They kept holding their noses near me and wouldn’t even look me in the eyes when they spoke to me.” Leaning to one side, she released a rumbling fart, further stinking up the room’s stale air. Tossing away the cleaned off bone, her hand dipped into a vat of baked beans to smother along her face. “It’s like they treat me like some sort of beast.”
“I *cough* couldn’t imagine why,” Jacob replied, his eyes starting to water as he got a whiff of his wife’s gas.
“Why don’t you make yourself UURP useful and help ease my stress? It’s been hours since I last orgasmed.”
Jacob’s eyes were drawn to the small opening underneath Dana’s belly, held up by her tree-trunk like thighs. “Uh, d-do you really need me to? I could give you a massage instead or maybe-“
“No!” Dana shouted, expelling more of her meal onto her breasts. “Might I remind you that I am your wife. As BWWOOOOOOOORRRP such, you are,” she paused punctuating with a loud PHHHHRRRRRRRRTTTT from her ass, “required to satisfy me. Unless, you want me to suffer? Such a sorry excuse for a husband if you can’t help your wife in her time of need.”
Jacob stared into Dana’s eyes, seeing her frustration past her chubby cheeks. The reason she was like this was because of the island, the island that he had picked out for their honeymoon. “Alright…I’ll do it,” Jacob finally, spoke, urged on by his own guilt.
With a wicked smirk, Dana groped her belly and lifted up her fat to create a small opening for Jacob. Jacob removed his clothing, hurrying along before he could have any regrets or pass out from the smell. Disrobed, Jacob climbed up on the bed and placed himself at the entrance of Dana’s flesh cave. A small fart, echoed from the chamber, sending the smell of gas and sweat straight into Jacob’s face. Taking a deep breath, Jacob lifted up Dana’s flab and plunged inside.
Jacob crawled at a snail’s pace underneath Dana, the weight of her belly, pressing down on his back like a two-ton weight. Dana’s increased sweat production was both a blessing and a curse, lubricating his movement as he shuffled along, trying not to swallow the putrid liquid. After what felt like an eternity of crawling, Jacob found the bush of black hair surrounding her thick vagina. Inching a bit closer, the aroma reminded him that it had been days since Dana had taken a bath or even been able to fit in a tub. A low rumbling noise, sounded from above him, hurrying him along to complete his task.
Face in front of Dana’s womanhood, Jacob closed his eyes and let his tongue take a quick dip inside. One lick was enough to overpower him with the taste of her sweat and juices, the hedonistic blob already getting aroused from the mere act of him crawling through her flab. With another bodily groan urging him on, Jacob pressed his face against her labia, relentlessly licking her clit in hopes of satisfying her. It seemed to be working, but at the same time, pleasuring Dana was also loosening up whatever inhibitions she still held onto. With each lick, another small puff of gas came out, drifting its way towards Jacob as a warning for what was to come. Completely, blinded by Dana’s hair, his sense of smell and taste overpowered by her sweat and gas, and with the constant rumbling drowning out any other sounds, Jacob frantically, felt around her insides for an end to his suffering. Finally, he felt the ripples through Dana’s fat, signaling that she had achieved orgasm. Removing himself from her vagina, he thought the worst was over, until he heard the rumbling inside of Dana’s finally give way to a prolonged fart that burned his eyes and filled his lungs with a mouthful of noxious gas. Covered in sweat and reeking of Dana’s digestive tract, Jacob slithered out from underneath her, crashing into a newly formed pile of empty plates.
“A-are you s-satisfied?” he asked, his entire body trembling as he attempted to stand up.
“It could’ve been better,” Dana said, slathering another layer of food onto her face as she tore into a set of ribs. “You’re gonna have to do BWOORRP better next time, but that should do for now. In the meantime, go wash up, you smell awful.” Stripping off the last of the meat, Dana sent Jacob away with a wave of her thick fingers and a lingering fart.
With the bathroom still considered a biohazard after Dana’s last visit, Jacob made his way to the gym showers, getting disgusted looks from the other guests as he passed. Mostly, free of Dana’s stench and with a shirt and swimsuit freshly, bought from the gift shop, Jacob meandered his way to the lounge. Looking at the time, he knew his wife would be looking for him, either to bring her more food or climb back into her cavern of filth for another round. Jacob had always said he was a dutiful husband, but he just couldn’t summon the strength or the courage to make the trek back to Dana’s den of gluttony. Grabbing a stool near the bar, he ordered something strong and expensive to try and forget his ordeal.
“How has your stay at Metamorpha been treating you Mr. Egdan?”
Taking his gaze away from his drink, Jacob turned his head to see the smiling face of Eldwin. “You! You’re the reason my wife is a..a…”
“An orc,” Eldwin said, taking the seat next to Jacob, “and quite a large one at that. After all these years I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so gluttonous or…fragrant.”
“Why would you do that? HOW would you do that?”
“When my grandfather first discovered this island, he observed that it gave off a unique, magical energy that he had yet to see during his trips as a sorcerer. The island has the ability to change a person to better reflect their inner selves.” Gesturing his head, he pointed towards a two-foot-tall, goblin in a suit, talking with someone on the phone as he dug through the cushions of the lobby furniture for change. “What your wife, and some of the other guests, has become is an extension of their personalities, flaws and all.”
“So that monstrous thing is…”
“Yes, what Mrs. Egdan truly is. Don’t worry, she and the other guests shall return to their old selves before their vacation ends. However, their inner selves will remain unchanged. What you do with that information is entirely up to you Mr. Egdan.”
Jacob stared back into his glass, only now realizing the kind of woman Dana was even before she had grown in the that slobbish monster. Leaving Jacob to stew with his thoughts, Eldwin started to walk down the hallway. “Thank you for coming to Metamorpha resort. I do hope that your visit was enlightening.”