Alola Girls Ch. 34 (BBW, WG)

Chapter 34

Jack awoke to the sound Kidd Summers’ snoring. He was still a bit drunk from the night before, Kidd had made sure he was well liquored up so he’d ignore the worried texts from Rosa. Her mouth was right next to his ear, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before yawning quietly. Both of them were on top of the blankets, naked. Kidd Summers lying on her back, arms and legs spread. Jack decided he’d take a picture to send to Misty, and he put the flash on his phone, taking a picture of the chunky former workout nut.

He saw the time was a little after 3 in the morning before sending the picture to Misty. He didn’t expect her to be awake, but figured she’d get a good laugh. Jack then got his clothes back on and went out for a stroll. He went to the resort’s beach, noting the lit tiki torches, and the ambiance they gave. He came upon the cabana, with chairs and a table, and took a seat. While he was still tired, Hilda was on his mind. He knew the rest of his harem would be fine without him for a bit, they all supported each other. But Hilda was alone, and had been for a decent amount of time now.

“I need her back.” He muttered. He then looked for plane tickets prices, and hotels on Akala he could put her up at since he had to keep her out of Oleana’s reach. He then started writing up a text to Hilda.

Jack: Hey, I know it’s late... or early, wherever you are. I’m going to book you a reservation here on Akala. I gotta get you here ASAP. I’m expecting the study results back from the “thing” in the next couple of weeks, and I could use your advice on handling this Paniola Ranch stuff, got a big meeting this afternoon with one of the owners. Besides all of that, I love you, I miss you, and I need you.

To his surprise, his text was read and Hilda started her reply.

Hilda: Actually it’s 7 AM here and I just woke up. Not sure why you’re up, but whatever. I really want to come over there, but I already scheduled something with my parents. Not looking forward to it, I have to explain to them why my weight more than doubled, I’m pregnant, and a part of my former boss’ harem. They’re coming in to town next week, but I can leave after that. I’ve had nothing to do except eat and watch TV. Not being busy is hard for me. Anyways, I’m happy to hear about your Paniola Ranch stuff, and good luck! Try not to fuck them until after the negotiations are over, you nympho! :P Love you

Jack smiled and took closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, feeling much better already.

“You look relieved.” A feminine voice he did not recognize spoke.

Jack turned to the person, very surprised someone else had been out this late. It was hard to make her out entirely with dim light of the tiki torches, but he could tell the woman was a bit overweight and very curvy. She had a short pink dress and a black, gothic jacket. Her black hair intrigued him, she had one side of her head shaved a bit, and bangs on only the right side of her forehead.

“You alright?” She asked softly.

Jack realized he’d probably been staring too long at her hair. “My bad, just trying to process the hair. Lot going on.”

“Yeah, imagine how it is to do every day." She paused for a few moments, and Jack felt her speech pattern was a little odd. “So you still relieved?” The girl asked.

Jack remembered what he’d just been doing and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Hmm...” The young woman observed.

Jack wasn’t sure how to continue. “So uh... You usually out here this late?”

The woman shrugged, then took a seat close to him. He was next to a tiki torch so he was able to get a better look at her body, and got a good look at her. He guessed she was somewhere between 260 and 270 pounds by his estimates. She had very wide hips with ample love handles, as well as a very eye-catching bosom. His dick got harder the more he looked at her.

“Well no...” She paused a for a few moments as if she had something else on her mind. “I’m not fan of the sun, so I usually stay awake all night.” He realized what was so off-putting, she spoke her words very slowly. He didn’t think she was dumb or anything, but he felt like she was speaking at 3/4 speed.

“You don’t like sun? Sure came to the wrong place.” He said quickly, chuckling at the end.

The woman shrugged. “I guess.” She paused for a few more moments before beginning again. “I just got in recently.”

“Oh, nice. Not from around here?”

“Kind of.”

Jack wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he cracked his neck.

“I’m Marnie.” The woman said.

“I’m Jack.” He said, turning to her to shake her hand, but she didn’t move, she just stared straight ahead of her like she was focused on something else. “Anything wrong?”

“Yes.” Marnie said, now turning to him, her bright green eyes fixated on him. “Your seat is mine.”

Jack looked down at his chair for a bit then looked back up at her. “Uh, sorry, I... I didn’t see anything reserving it.”

“There isn’t. It just looks like a spot I’d like to sit in.” Marnie said, further confusing Jack.

“Uh... You can have it if you want.” Jack said, getting up.

Marnie watched him get up, then started at the chair for about ten seconds. “Thank you.” She said, getting up, but not taking a step to the chair. “I think I’ll pass this time around.” She said, then got up and began walking off, her thighs and rear jiggling as she stepped into the darkness.

“Fucking weird.” He muttered under his breath and felt his erection continuing to throb. He figured he ought to take care of things back at the villa and get some sleep, and that’s precisely what he did.

He woke up at about 8 AM, hearing some hustle and bustle going on in the living room. He got a robe on and walked to main room of the villa, seeing Nessa pouring champagne into a cup of orange juice. “Mimosa time!” Nessa announced as she noticed Jack.

Jack smiled sheepishly. “Little early for that I’m afraid, got a business meeting today.”

“Meeting? What meeting?” Rosa said from the couch. Jack noticed there were three empty glasses in front of her, and only assumed who Nessa was pouring those drinks for.

“I’m gonna buy the Paniola Ranch.” Jack said.

Rosa put her hand to her chin and pondered for a bit. “Oh yeah, that thing from a few days ago...” Nessa then walked over and handed Rosa two cups of mimosas. “Have you run it by Oleana at all?”

Jack shook his head. “Same answer as every time you ask about her, I’m not speaking to that bitch until she apologizes.” Jack said bluntly, then returned to his room. He checked his phone and saw he had a text from Lana.

Lana: Hey! I got today off from work, and was hoping to have some fun. Got any time?

Jack: Yes! I have a meeting at lunch, but I’m free before and after that. I’m feeling rather amorous so the sooner the better. ;)

Lana: At least buy me breakfast first.

Jack: Deal.

Jack showered and got ready, heading to the Sea House. The girls had ordered room service, so Jack felt it was unnecessary to bring them. Lana was still on her way, so Jack took a seat at a booth and got a coffee and an orange juice. When the server came by with his juice, he noticed Kahili’s massive form waddling over to him. When she arrived at his table, she tried to catch her breath before folding her arms.

“Morning Kahili.” Jack said casually.

“Mind if I join you?" Kahili said, indicating the two chairs opposite him.

“I’m expecting someone in a bit.” Jack said.

“Shame." Kahili remarked. “So where’ve you been recently, Mr. Cobal?” Kahili questioned.

Jack took a sip of his juice. “Hanging around, what’s up?”

“Do you remember the promise you made to me two nights ago?” Kahili asked, deathly serious.

Jack smiled sheepishly. “I don’t even remember you being in the villa two nights ago, so no...”
Kahili scowled. “You made a promise to father children with me.”

Jack was in the middle of a sip of orange juice and nearly choked. He damn near spat the drink out. “I what?”

“You promised to father children with me.” Kahili said.

“I thought you were mad at me?” Jack said .

“I’m always mad at you. Which means I find you very desirable.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works...”

“You’ve been shirking your duties.” Kahili said, leaning over the chair, her enormous gut and breasts on display in front of him, getting him increasingly more erect.

“And why did you want me to be your baby-daddy?” Jack asked.

“You have a good physique, and while I’m too fat to play golf anymore, I’m going to teach our children the game.”

Jack looked down at his body, seeing his dick was chubbing up with delight at the sight of Kahili and the thought of breeding with her, but remembered he actually did have a pretty toned body nowadays. It was something he was still getting used to. “And why did I agree to all of this?” Jack asked.

“Simple. I came to the villa two nights ago, and said we’d only have sex again if you agreed to impregnate me.”

“We weren’t having sex anymore?”

“After that... incident in my bedroom...”

“Got it. You’re still mad about th-” He paused when he realized the look of fire in her eyes.

“Yes.” She breathed a very deep breath, causing her expansive gut to rise and fall. “But I’m overlooking it, since it was the father of my future children.”

“Oh... I don’t think I can keep that promise, I don’t remember making it...”

“That Cynthia woman, she recorded the vow you gave to me.” Kahili said.

Jack facepalmed. “Well, that’ll be an interesting thing to discuss...”

“I forgot to get her number.” Kahili said. “Next time you see her, have her send it to me. And after breakfast you better stop by my place for a breeding session. I need to pump a few babies out before I’m too big to walk.” Kahili said, waddling away.

Jack watched her waddling away for half a minute, feeling very weird and yet extremely aroused at her acknowledging was so hopelessly addicted to food she was going to lose her mobility in the future. He looked up to the ceiling in disbelief, and then saw Lana’s face staring down at him.

“Howdy!” She said gleefully, making him jump. “Scaredy cat.” She teased.

“Yeah... yeah you got me.” Jack said, his brain over stimulated.

Breakfast with near 350 pound short, round young woman was much less weird. It mostly was Lana telling him about her job at a mini-mart. Jack half listened, part of him still trying to process the conversation with Kahili, and the other half wanting to take Lana back to the villa and fuck her brains out.

After four dishes of various breakfast foods, Lana finally admitted defeat with a loud belch. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Kahili taking a gander at him and Lana. She turned away and went back to the massive omelette in front of her.

“Something wrong?” Lana asked.

“Nothing.” Jack said. “Want another drink?”

Lana shook her head, causing her facial flab to jiggle. “I can’t do anymore drinking or eating...” She then paused and got a devilish look on her face. “So I think someone needs to eat my pussy instead.” Lana said enthusiastically.

Jack smiled, blushing a bit. He held up his arm to signal a server. “Check please!” He called out.

Five minutes later the two walked into the villa, Lana already trying to get her clothes off.

“Hey there J-” Rosa started to speak before seeing his company. He looked over and saw the duo had ordered room service.

Nessa’s mouth was completely full as she watched Jack lead the butterball of a person Lana was into the bedroom. Nessa then pointed at herself and then the direction of the bedroom, wordlessly asking him if she could watch. He shook his head no, and disappeared into the hallway.

It all happened so quickly, Lana had stripped and gotten on the bed, and he quickly hopped on top of the round, short woman and began making out with her feeling up her breasts, dry-humping her as he built up anticipation. The feel of her perfectly packed beach-ball of a belly drove him mad with lust.

“I can feel it...” Lana said in between breaths. Jack gave her enormously round belly a squeeze, then began to position himself between her legs. Lana acknowledged it by spreading her ham-like thighs as far as part as she could make them, which wasn’t very far, but just enough for him find her pussy. He began licking and kissing her outer lips, driving Lana mad. “I haven’t been eaten out before...” Lana cooed.

Jack felt her whole nether region begin to moisten and he advanced his tongue into her fat, dripping, sweetness. That began to set Lana mad, as her moans of delight grew ever louder. He worked her up till he knew she was close to cumming, then stopped suddenly.

“Wha... why-a, you... stop?” Lana wheezed between her breaths.

Jack popped his head up from between her legs and over her belly, smiling. He then dropped his pants, revealing his enormous member and plunged himself inside of her. He caressed, grabbed, and fondled her belly as he rode her back up to her climax. It didn’t take long before the both of them were in the throes of their climaxes.

When Jack dismounted the 350 pound ball of lard, breathing heavily, and still in the haze of post-orgasmic delight, a loud knock at the door was heard.

“Jack, I know you’re in there!” Kahili’s voice boomed from behind the door.

Lana looked at him in pure terror. Jack smiled and shook his head. “She knows we’re fucking, she just wants some action too.” Jack then leaned in closer to Lana and whispered. “She’s got a weird thing for being tickled.”

Lana looked at him confused. “What, like she hates it?”

“No, like she gets aroused by it.”

“Never heard of that.” Lana said.

“Was weird when I found out about it-” Jack was cut off by another angry knock at the door.

“Open this door this instant Jack, you have a promise to keep!” Kahili demanded.

Jack then got up, completely naked and dick livening up in anticipation of boinking Kahili’s massive form and got the door.

“How’d you get in?” Jack asked casually. “You bribe my staff with free room service?”

Kahili shook her head and folded her arms. “I have a master key.”

“Sounds like an invasion of privacy.” Jack jabbed.

“Says the man who’s invaded my private parts multiple times since he arrived. Get on the bed, mister.” Kahili said, passion in her eyes.

Jack turned around to see Lana looking more confused than ever. “Lana, this is Kahili, the owner of this resort-”

“My parents own it.” Kahili said.

“Uh... nice to meet ya?” Lana said, very confused.

Kahili then her arm around Jack’s torso and began waddling over to the bed. “Move it skinny. My turn.” The near 480 pound woman said to the very confused 350 pound girl on the bed. Kahili then pushed him onto the bed. Jack looked up at Kahili, realizing she was crawling onto the bed very gingerly. “You’re not getting out of it this time.” She said, placing a lot of her enormous heft on top of him.

“Kahili you’re... gonna smoosh me.” Jack said, struggling to breath under her enormous weight.

“Payback’s a bitch.” Kahili said, manuevering her belly folds and somewhow precisely getting her pussy’s opening to match his cock’s tip, then falling on it, thrusting him deep inside her.Jack didn’t get to do much but try to keep breathing as Kahili wiggled and jiggled her body until he’d cum inside her multiple times.

When Kahili was finished, she rolled off of him, panting for breath. A lot of Jack’s body was red, and feeling slowly came back into his body as he got more breathing in. He looked around the room, Lana was staring in shellshock, meanwhile Nessa had snuck in and caught the show, her hand covering a chuckle while another was down her pants.

“Next time...” Kahili began. “You’re on top.”

Jack gave her enormous belly a good smack. “Yeah, you’ll crush me next time.”

***

It was past dinner time when Jack, Rosa, and Nessa returned to the Hano Grand Resort pulled in to the Hano Grand Resort parking lot. Jack had just gotten off the phone with a lawyer who’d be accompanying him to the next meeting about acquiring the Paniola Ranch. Things had gone quite well, Cynthia had been right, the family seemed desperate to offload the ranch and we’re taking a bigger discount than he’d figured.

“Ugh, that was so boring.” Rosa complained.

“Life’s not nearly as fun when you’re not drunk all the time, isn’t it?” Nessa said.

Rosa nodded begrudgingly. “It really is.”

Jack took a deep breath and got out of the car, his body still felt a bit sore from Kahili trying to crush him during their breeding session earlier. The trio went to the Sea House, and Jack hoped to see Phoebe or Jasmine waiting tables, but neither of them were visible when he took a look from the host stand.

“Ugh, another one?” A nasally, bitter voice said from a few tables away. She covered her mouth when she realized how loud she said it, but mostly because Jack made eye contact with her. Jack took a breath and looked around for a host, but then saw the attractive, skinny woman who’d spoken too loudly walk up to the host stand rather sheepishly.

“So... table for three?” She said, smiling way too hard.

“Yeah.” Jack said fakely.

“My apologies about that... Been a long first day.” She said.

“New here? Cool. What’s your name?”

“Klara.” She said. “Apparently the server’s have been getting too fat, so they called in a pretty face to freshen this dump up.” She explained.

Jack smirked. He got a good look at her, she had bright pink hair with a big white bow in it, a white coat. Her shirt and short shorts were dark blue or purple, with a green design on them. He had to say, she had a great body. “Gotta get Lillie to touch her.” He thought to himself. She’d look great with carrying more weight on her than Kahili.

The more time he got with Klara as their server, the more he disliked her arrogant, always-bitching attitude. He couldn’t wait until he told Kahili.

Rosa and Nessa feasted, with Rosa getting so drunk and loud the manager had to ask her to leave. Jack was still finishing a beer, so he sent Rosa and Nessa away. The tables were mostly deserted, and Jack decided to make his way to the equally deserted bar. He caught a glimpse of some professional trainer league action, then whipped out his phone to find he no longer had service on it.

“This again?” Jack said, his mild frustration exaggerated by the number of beers he’d put away the past couple hours. He sipped on his beer slowly, horny as hell but there wasn’t a woman in sight, and he couldn’t hit up Kahili now that his phone had no reception.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a figure appeared. He didn’t turn to look, but as it walked closer, he saw the black and pink outfit of Marnie, the strange woman he’d met in the middle of the night. She walked over and sat her near 270 pound form onto the next barstool over from him.

“Hello again.” She spoke as if he was a distraction.

“Hello... Found your right chair this time?” Jack said.

Marnie turned to him, staring intently. “It’s where you’re sitting, sadly.”

Jack chuckled. “You can have it, I was just finishing my beer.” He said, stepping off the barstool.

Marnie shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

Jack looked at her again, perplexed, but got caught up in her hypnotic green eyes. Their staring contest nearly lasted half minute before Jack grabbed his beer and took a swig. When he broke eye contact, he realized he was fully erect. “So what did you mean?”

“The stool isn’t my seat.”

Jack turned his head in even more confusion. “I don’t think I follow.”

Marnie stared into his eyes again, and he stared back, the longer he looked the more helpless he somehow felt. He hadn’t met someone who could make him feel so vulnerable with just a look since he’d first met Lusamine.

“Order another beer, I’ll need some time to explain.” Marnie said suddenly, breaking eye contact. “Maybe a shot while you’re at it.”

Jack figured “what the hell” and ordered a beer, a shot of whiskey, and instructed the bartender to pour whatever Marnie wanted.

“Two shots of gin.” Marnie said. “And another shot for him.”

The bartender looked at Jack, a little apprehensive, but Jack shrugged. “Fuck it.”

The two shot their respective liquors, and Jack chased it with a beer. “Can you tell me something?” Jack asked.

“Maybe.” Marnie replied.

“Is it more badass if I chase two shots with a beer, or just take them no chaser?”

Marnie’s facial expression didn’t change as she spoke. “You’re drinking liquid.”
Jack held up his hands like he didn’t understand.

“Nothing is badass about drinking liquid.” Marnie said, her eyes prying into his soul again as if she was reading him like a book.

Jack finally felt uncomfortable enough with the staring to break the stand-off. “So, the stool isn’t your seat?”

Marnie nodded, facial expression not changing.

“I took the shots.”

“Finish your beer.” Marnie ordered bluntly, emotionlessly.

Jack shook his head and chuckled. “It’s an IPA, not easy to chug.”

“It’s just liquid.” Marnie said.

Jack rolled his eyes, but Marnie continued her intense gaze on him, and Jack started chugging the bitter IPA he was sipping on, trying to do anything to stop her from staring so much. When he finished, he grimaced as bitterness overwhelmed his senses. He could feel it in his eyes, or so he felt. He blinked a few times.

“You have pretty eyes.” Marnie observed.

“Took you that long?” Jack said.

Marnie shook her head. “Eyes are the window to the soul. Pretty eyes mean a pretty soul.”

“So you just read my soul now?”

“Well, for the past few minutes.” Marnie replied softly.

“You gonna answer me about your chair thing finally, or do you need me to be shit-faced?”

Marnie shook her head. “I prefer sober men, actually.”

“Then why’d you make me get drunk?” Jack said, the alcohol heating him up. Or maybe he was just so horny he was getting flustered.

“Because drunk eyes are honest.” Marnie said softly. “And I’ll tell you why my seat isn’t the stool.”

“I’m ready for a long story then.” Jack said, turning to the bartender to order another beer.

“No, it’s just one sentence.”

Jack rolled his eyes. This girl was impossible to read. “So you’re just playing games with me?”
Marnie shook her head. “You needed to be more inebriated to hear the explanation.”

Jack sighed, bowing his head low and shaking it in defeat. “Okay, what’s the reason?” At the end of his sentence he lifted his head up, but didn’t expect Marnie’s hand to meet his chin when he faced her.

“My seat is not the stool, my seat is on your cock.” Marnie said, completely stunning him. “Jack with the pretty soul, come back to my room, our spirits need to mingle.” Marnie said, her hand under his chin, guiding him up and out of the stool. Her sudden change in objective didn’t light any red-flags with him due to how absurdly horny he was becoming for the curvaceous, enigmatic young woman leading him by the chin.

“Charge it to my room.” Jack said to the bartender, Marnie’s hand under his chin and pulling him ever so slightly away.

Jack followed her wordlessly until Marnie took her hand from under his chin. Jack immediately embraced her and gave her a kiss. “Your kisses don’t live up to your soul, Mr. Jack.” Marnie said.

Suddenly rather deflated, Jack released her from his embrace. Marnie then grabbed him by the sleeve and led him further to the outskirts of the resort, before finally coming to her room.

It was the cheapest room one could get, by the looks of it. Little more than a bed, table, bathroom and a window. But Marnie led him onto the bed slowly. She began disrobing slowly, ritualistically. The beast of lust inside him roared, doing it’s best to get any release as quickly as possible.

He began to unbutton his shirt, but Marnie shook her head. “Not yet,” was all she said, paying no more mind to him, as she continued the ritual of dropping her clothes. Her black jacket was off, and then she kicked off her boots, leaving her with just her pink minidress. He knew she had large breasts and epic hips, but he wasn’t ready for how tight the dress fit her, how perfectly it clung to her exquisite curves.

“You’re so fucking sexy...” He said, the words coming out of him almost involuntarily.

“Shhh.” Marnie said, not even eyeing him. The continued denial only made his lust intensify.

“Please..” Jack said, getting his shoes off.

“Your spirit is becoming very ugly.” Marnie said.

“Look, please, I’m so drunk right now, I don’t know what else to do.” Jack said, realizing he was kind of freaking out. His member throbbed with desire harder than he’d remembered it feeling in months. His balls hurt, and his whole body was getting so tense.

Marnie then froze, her arms resting on her gut. She then closed her eyes, humming, and then began to sway. She swayed toward him, her humming becoming more like a chant. He watched her, eyeing every curve and bit of flesh that wiggled with each sway.

“M-Marnie I...” Jack said. “I don’t know what’s coming over me...”

“Shhh...” Marnie said. “Let our spirits do the talking.” She then put her hand on his forehead, guiding it onto the bed, his legs hanging off the side. She then caressed his arms, and it nearly put him into a trance.

He didn’t even realize she’d unzipped his pants until his cock was in her hands. “Wait, how-”

“Shhhhhh...” Marnie said softly, as she began rubbing him gently. She then gave his tip a lick, teasing him, and pleasure surged through his body at one touch. He felt himself try to say “what the hell” but found is mouth wouldn’t respond to his brain’s orders. Pleasure was overtaking him.

Her mouth then slipped onto his cock, pre-cum beginning to run down his shaft. He’d had great head many times in his life, but this woman knew where every vein, every nerve on his cock was, and her tongue found a way to massage it in just the right way. He couldn’t contain his babbling as she made him climax the first time. The trance of pleasure continued as he felt her gut sag onto his upper legs, while her mouth continued milking him for another climax, and before he knew it, another. He was cumming so freely and easily he felt like she was cleansing him. He lost track as the haze of pleasure overtook him...

When the session finally ended, his cock was sore, and his pants were soaked with sweat and his juices. Marnie leaned over him, a grimace on her face. “That was a good first time.”

“That...” Jack found speaking was still quite difficult. “You... drug me?”

Marnie shook her head. “No, Mr. Jack.”

“How??? That was... best head... ever.”

Marnie nodded. “You needed it.” She said. “But you will need more.”

Jack nodded. “Oh hell yeah.” His strength coming back to him. Marnie shook her head.

“But you mustn’t tell anyone. My methods are mine, and mine alone.” Marnie said. “Your spirit is in a vulnerable place.”

Jack wanted to dismiss the spiritual talk, but after seeing how so many women had ballooned from one contact with aura, and how his sexual organs and libido had been supercharged with one touch of another aura, he couldn’t deny there could be something to it. “Okay...”

“Go to your room. I will call upon you again another time.” Marnie said.