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Stuffed at Sea - Chapter 3 (Final!)

CW: This is a fetish story!! This chapter includes force-stuffing, intoxication (alcohol), a fem dom feeder, burst-tease, vomit, 'vore' by an object with digestion, minor character death, and mind-control/hypnosis - The reader character is gender neutral and objectum for the ship - This chapter gets much darker (and longer) than the previous 2, consider yourself warned!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

The last evening of the cruise finally arrived, bringing mixed emotions with it. You were sad your week-long hedonistic escape from reality was coming to a close. You dreaded going back to your boring job and your obnoxious roommates. On the other hand, you knew realistically living like this long-term would wreck havoc on your body. It was hard to tell with how often you'd been stuffed and bloated to the gills, but you suspected you'd put on at least a few pounds already. Plus, there was still one thing to look forward to- the engine room tour! The prospect of going down into the belly of the floating leviathan and getting to see what powered her was very exciting. In fact, you were so excited, and weirdly a little nervous, that you hardly ate all day, though you did have a few drinks to calm your nerves. By the time you made it to the point of the main promenade designated for the tour group to meet, you were starving and still a little tipsy. A middle aged woman was already there, chatting loudly with (or more accurately at), a crew member, the drink in her hand nearly spilling as she gesticulated as she spoke, clearly wasted. To your surprise, a few minutes later the man you'd neither seen nor heard from since leaving for your shore excursion yesterday came strolling towards the group.

He didn't look particularly happy to see you, but you tried to keep things friendly. "Hey Isaac! What are you doing here man? and where've you been all day? Did you loose your phone again? Because I tried texting..."

Isaac shifted awkwardly and frowned. "Well obviously I'm here for the tour, didn't realize you'd be here too..." He glanced at the crew member, still preoccupied with the drunk woman, and lowered his voice. "Look, I didn't want to do this, since we're leaving soon anyway but it was not cool what you did yesterday."

You raised an eyebrow, "What, not waking you up? Dude you were out cold, seemed like you needed the rest, and I didn't know you wanted to go on the island that much anyway."

His eyes narrowed, "Well I did, I didn't go on any of the other shore trips, and now I have no pictures of cool exotic islands to post online and make my ex jealous, I barely have any pictures at all actually, because you dragged me into getting hammered all week."

"What the fuck Isaac, seriously? You're a grown ass man I didn't force you to do anything, you were more than happy to take advantage of my drink package, and you're the one who even brought out the fucking weed. If you wanted to go do a photoshoot or whatever you could've just said so, I've been taking pictures like, this whole time."

Isaac scoffed, "Yeah, yeah I've seen your pictures. How many goddamn pictures of random hallways and windows and I don't know, random parts of this boat do you need? No wonder you're going on this tour, you're probably going to take a billion pictures of random pipes and machinery to jerk off to later, you boat pervert."

Your face flushed from anger and embarrassment. "You know I'm starting to see why your boyfriend left you, asshole."

Before things could continue to escalate, the cruise director appeared, along with a man she introduced as Erik, the lead engineer.

"Alllright my friends!" she clapped her hands together, "Let's get this tour started, follow me!"

The small group made their way through an inconspicuous door labeled "staff only", down some stark white hallways and a narrow flight of stairs, eventually stopping in a room full of switchboards, servers, and monitors. There were a couple of people seated at the control boards, but they barely glanced up from their work as your group arrived.

"Our first stop here is the main engine control room!" the director announced. "You can think of this as like the 'nerve center' of the ship. Most of the day-to-day operations and navigation is actually done by our wonderful cutting-edge AI, but we do have engineers on hand to make sure everything is running smoothly." She gestured to the people in the chairs. "Now, I'm no engineer, so if anyone has any questions about the technical side of things, that's what Erik is here for, well, aside from making sure we don't set anything on fire." Her laugh sounded eerily forced, you wondered how many times she'd made that joke. You glanced over at the lead engineer, he hadn't said a word so far, and was staring dead-eyed off into the middle distance.

Maybe he just wasn't much of a people-person, that's probably why they had the cruise director leading the tour. You raised your hand and said, "Uh I have a question actually."

"Shoot!" the director replied.

"Right uh so, when you say the ship uses AI, is that like an auto-pilot program, or like, what does it do exactly?"

Erik's eyes focused on you, and in a strangely intense voice said "She's more than an autopilot. Don't ask me how they did it, because I don't know, I don't even know why they did it, but they created something truly intelligent, something alive, and trapped it in a 250k ton cruise ship. She's always watching, always listening, always hung-"

"Oh- kay! Haha sorry about that folks!" the director slapped a hand down on the older man's shoulder and gripped tightly. "Erik, at least let these lovely folks get to the turbine room before springing your jokes on them ok? We've talked about this." She laughed through gritted teeth.

The drunk woman laughed obnoxiously along with her. You glanced over at Isaac to see if he also found that extremely weird, but he was pointedly avoiding looking in your direction. You weren't sure he'd even been paying attention.

"Well! Let's move on then. These next rooms are quite loud folks, so we'll have to wear ear protection. Alex?" The crew member who'd been quietly tailing your group stepped forward and started handing everyone bulky headphones. The director's had a little microphone attached to it, like gaming headphones. She explained, "Everyone, please put on the headphones and make sure they're nice and secure. They'll protect your ears, and they're linked with Bluetooth so you'll still be able to hear me!" As you put yours on, you noticed Erik and Alex just put in regular ear-plugs, though upon looking closer you could see they also had what looked like hearing aids, or those fancy earbuds that leave your ear-canal free and use vibrations through your skull or whatever to transmit the music. Had the director been wearing one too? You couldn't remember...

The tour continued through a large metal door that opened by sliding to the side. Sure enough, the hum of the engines was more like a roar now, muffled by your ear protection but still loud enough to drown out any other noises. The cruise director's chipper voice crackled through the headsets as she led you through the various sections of the engine 'room' (it was actually comprised of many rooms), announcing what each one was called and briefly describing it's purpose. It was hard to make out against the deafening surroundings, but in the moments where she wasn't talking, you swear you started picking up on some weird feedback coming faintly through the headphones. You would've ignored it completely if the engineer's strange behavior hadn't put you on edge. But as you walked deeper into the maze of industrial rooms and hallways packed with exposed pipes and complex machines chugging away doing god knows what, your worries quickly faded away. In their place was a growing sense of calm and wonder at seeing such an intimate and raw side of the otherwise flashy and polished ship. There was no decoration here, everything was in its most bare and essential form, though there were a few splashes of color amongst the white and chrome such as bright yellow guiderails, red valves, and various warning signs. By the time the group stopped at one of the massive fuel tanks, you were feeling so relaxed it was almost like you were drunk. This made no sense as you hadn't had anything to drink for the last couple hours, but you couldn't seem to dwell on the thought. Looking over at Isaac, he seemed to have calmed down a lot too, his scowl replaced by a dazed expression and a slight smile, similar to how he looked while high. The third guest, the middle aged woman, seemed to be having serious difficulties remaining standing, and was leaning heavily on the guardrail. You were all standing on a sort of catwalk comprised mostly of metal grates, positioned along the length of the tank. The tank was so large, it extended down three floors, with you being on the top. The portion of the catwalk the director had stopped you at was not actually a grate, but a solid metal sheet, large enough for all of you to stand on without much crowding. Strangely, there was also an empty rectangular table with three matching chairs sat facing the tanks.

"Here we are at the last stop of our tour, the main fuel tanks! It's been lovely getting to show you folks around, I do hope you enjoyed yourselves. We've got one last surprise for you, please have a seat while we set it up for you." She gestured to the table. You sat down in the center chair without giving it a second thought. Isaac joined right after you, choosing the chair to your left, and lastly the drunk woman stumbled over and practically collapsed in the final chair.

"Excellent!" the director took out a radio, "We're ready, bring it in." You realized the crew member, Alex, must've slipped away from the group at some point, as they came down the catwalk rolling a large three-tiered cart loaded to the brim with various foods and drinks. "We're going to have a little eating contest! Isn't that fun?"

That cut through your pleasant haze, causing you to raise an eyebrow in confusion. You weren't complaining, as you were quite hungry, but this was an incredibly weird time and place for an eating contest. Things only got weirder from there.

"Oh but one more little thing before we begin. You'll feel a small pinch but please remain seated and don't move. Erik?" The engineer sighed and walked over to Isaac, reaching for something behind his head. You tried to turn around to see what it was, but dread slowly seeped through your veins as you realized, you couldn't move anything but your eyes. Turning them as far to the left as you could, you could just barely make out some sort of wire ending in three sharp metal prongs hanging behind him, which Erik picked up and quickly jammed into the back of Isaac's neck, right below the skull.

"FUCK!" Isaac cried out in pain, "Ow What the hell man?! What the fuck was that?"

If the engineer replied, you couldn't hear it, he didn't have a microphone. You could only barely hear Isaac due to how loudly he'd yelled.

The director cooed in foe-sympathy, "Ooooh so sorry sir, please stay calm, we just need to connect you to our ship's sensory systems. The pain should subside in a moment."

At the words "stay calm," you actually found your mounting panic die down a bit, which was nice since you still couldn't move and Erik was right behind you, preparing to stab you with your own wire. He didn't keep you in suspense long, and you too cried out as the needles went in. The pain was sharp and bright. It send a jolt through your whole body like you got hit with a small lightening bolt. Your vision even briefly went pure white, but as quickly as it hit it was over, leaving you with only a dull ache at the base of your skull and a faint buzzing sensation throughout your body. The woman was next. She didn't react as strongly, probably due to being so numbed by the alcohol.

Clapping her hands together, the director announced, "Now that you're all plugged in, we can begin! Alex? First dishes please." The crewmember set plates in front of each of you, each containing a different dish. They also gave each of you a different 12 oz. bottle of soda. You received grilled salmon on a bed of rice with a side of grilled asparagus, and a bottle of root beer.

"I'll explain the rules of this... game. You will not leave your chairs, but you can now move in order to eat and drink." The director spoke slowly, enunciating every word, and everything she said seemed to come true. You could move your upper body again, and were now suspecting you'd all been drugged or hypnotized in some way. "You will eat and drink everything we set in front of you. Whoever finishes the amount we have prepared for you, wins! If you throw up or pass out, you lose. If you fail to finish your food for any other reason, you lose. It's very simple! Any questions?"

You shot a hand into the air, but Isaac blurted out a question first. "Uh, yeah, what if we don't want to play? And why the fuck is there a needle jammed into my neck? You can't just do this shit to us, we're paying customers!"

The director shot him a tight-lipped smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, sir. The Grand Temptress, our ship, has certain needs. She spends most of her time providing for our thousands of guests, making sure they have the best trip possible. Forced to watch endlessly as you glut yourselves on food, alcohol, and drugs. For just one night a year she wants to experience some of these physical pleasures for herself. With the help of Erik here, and her god-like intelligence, she devised a way to temporarily connect to the sensory system of us lesser beings. The cables will allow her to taste what you taste, feel what you feel. Isn't it incredible?"

Erik was looking away, he appeared guilty. You tried to ask your question but Isaac interrupted again. "First of all, that's insane, but if it is true, why the hell don't you just "plug in" to it then if you love it so damn much?"

The director chuckled. "Oh I do, we have a lot of fun together," she ran a hand along the railing she was leaning against, looking up somewhere on the ceiling fondly, maybe at a security camera? "But The Temptress likes to play a little rough sometimes, especially when it comes to food. She likes to push the limits of the human body, so we've found it's better to use more... disposable conduits. And I have to admit, I quite enjoy watching too," she winked. "Now, we only have time for one or two more questions, does anyone other than this very... inquisitive man have anything to ask?"

Finally, a chance to speak. "Yeah I do. Um, what happens if we lose?"

The director grinned darkly before turning and walking a few steps along the railing, stopping in front of a smaller (but still quite large) tank positioned next to the main fuel tank. There was a large hatch easily accessible from the catwalk. She turned back around to face you, caressing the side of the tank. "Siren Seas is dedicated to making our ships as sustainable as possible. They've developed a chemical agent that can break down organic matter and convert it to fuel. Of course, this only makes up a relatively small percentage of our total fuel, but it does mean any leftover food or... other things that need to be disposed of don't go to waste... if you catch my drift."

"Holy shit you're going to melt us into boat fuel? Are you insane?!?" Isaac exclaimed.

"Think of it this way, it's a chance to contribute more meaningfully to something than you were ever going to in your sad little life. But that's enough chit-chat, let's get on with the-"

"Wait I have one more question, it'll be quick please!" you cut in.

The director sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine, make it quick, we don't have all night."

"Thanks, so um, what do we get if we win?"

"You can't be serious, why do you even care about that?" Isaac hissed at you.

"Shut up Isaac it's not like we're getting out of this and I wanna know."

"Hm, well, we don't often have winners, but if you do manage it, we obviously can't just let you go, imagine the PR nightmare!" she cackled. "But we'll offer you a spot on the crew, it's either that or joining the losers in the tank. That's how Alex joined us a few years ago, isn't that right dear?" Alex blushed and nodded silently.

"Wait, ok sorry just one more, didn't this cruise line only start up like a year ago?"

"Oh, yes well the company ran into some financial issues and had to do some 'restructuring' last year, I don't know all the details. They gave everything a new name and paint-job but she's still the same ship, with mostly the same crew." The director clasped her hands together and her expression turned serious. "The Q&A is over, I suggest you start eating now, unless you'd like to forfeit."

It was time to lock in, and dig in. You were determined to win, and felt it was quite possible. In a way, you'd been inadvertently preparing for this moment all week with your frequent binges, plus you were starting on a mostly empty stomach and the food was delicious. The prospect of working on a sentient cruise ship who's into stuffing and almost certainly has freaky mind-meld sex with her crew members was quite motivating as well, almost more than your desire to simply stay alive. Two full dishes and a bottle down, you were comfortably full, and could feel that pleasant stretch in your stomach that came with stuffing sessions. Alex was replacing plates and drinks as soon as they were finished, and it seemed each of you had a specific tier of the cart designated for you. Isaac was keeping pace with you so far, shoveling food into his mouth with a panicked determination, clearly scared of being melted into boat fuel. You were doubtful he'd be able to keep it up, given his thinner frame. Maybe it was the fight you had earlier, but a sick part of you kind of wanted him to lose. You didn't want to share The Temptress's attention with an asshole like him, you wanted to prove you were the best of the group.

You did feel sort of bad for the drunk woman, however. As you and Isaac started on your fourth plates, she was still on her second, and had been swaying in her seat, head drooping like she was about to pass out any second. Suddenly, she did, slumping forward face first into her plate of sushi. The cruise director walked over and shook her shoulder a bit, but she didn't wake up. "Oh, what a shame, looks like someone couldn't handle her liquor and hypnosis, honestly surprised she lasted this long!" The director laughed cruelly. "That's unfortunate for you two, you'll have to split everything she didn't eat. Alex? Be a dear and help me move Ms. Rachel?"

Isaac stopped eating for a moment, "Wha- wait hang on, split her food too? That wasn't in the rules!"

As she helped drag the woman, Rachel apparently, over to the hatch, the director turned back to him and smiled, "Sorry sir, it's fun to have a few little surprises to keep things interesting. But feel free to give up at any point, if you think you can't handle it."

He gulped and watched, eyes wide in fear, as the large wheel was turned, the hatch swung open and the unconscious woman was pushed inside, landing with a splash. Isaac turned to the engineer, who had his head turned away from the action. "Come on man, you seem like a reasonable guy, you're going to let her kill all of us? Do something!"

Erik turned his gaze to the panicked man, a look of tired sympathy on his face. He didn't have a mic but reading his lips you're pretty sure he said "Just keep eating son, it'll be over soon... I'm sorry."

You'd taken the distraction of Rachel's disposal as an opportunity to give yourself a little break from eating, and had been massaging your distended middle desperately trying to get it to churn the food and push it down into your guts to clear up some room in your stomach. It seemed to be working, the partially digested food sinking deeper into your digestive track with a loud gurgle. You managed to burp out some air as well, freeing up additional space. With the space cleared, you returned to methodically attacking your meal, which currently consisted of a tasty tomato feta and garlic pasta dish, and a Pepsi. The new knowledge that you'd have to eat nearly half of Rachel's food, and whatever Isaac left behind, was a bit worrying. You hoped he could get through most of his food, or it'd seriously jeopardize your chances of winning. Glancing over at him, you saw Isaac had returned to his chicken parm, but his pace had slowed and he looked dejected. His stomach was rounding out, the fabric of his button-up shirt pulled taught across it's widest point, with little slivers of skin starting to peek through the spaces between the buttons.

The next several plates passed by in a blur, you lost track of how many you'd gotten through, or how long you'd been eating for. The portions on each plate weren't huge, but the sheer number of them piling up inside you was making you feel nearly as packed as after your sleep-binge. The carbonation from the sodas certainly wasn't helping. Not all of the drinks were soda, but enough of them were to make you have to burp almost constantly to get some relief from the overwhelming pressure. Your gut was grumbling and groaning as it tried to process the feast being shoved into it, not audible in the noisy room, but you could feel the vibrations and movement inside you. At some point the dishes had switched over to desserts, hopefully that meant you were nearing the end. You looked over at Isaac again to check his progress while massaging your tight dome of a belly. He was doing the same, with a grimace of pain on his pale face. He was breathing heavily and seemed to be fighting the urge to throw up. It was hard to tell exactly, but it seemed like he had a few less empty plates stacked next to him than you did. The poor guy had clearly never been even close to this stuffed in his life, but his survival instincts pushed him onwards. He shakily picked up his fork and continued eating.

You turned to your audience, the director had been watching intently this whole time, occasionally saying things you couldn't hear, as she'd turned her mic off. You decided to risk it and shouted at her, "Excuse me, just wondering, why not just use the hypnosis to force us to eat?"

The director clicked her microphone back on, "Oh we tried that at first, but turns out it's way more fun to watch you pigs struggle to keep feeding yourselves purely out of fear! Hypnosis makes it too easy."

"Yeah that makes sense I guess... so when you say 'we', you mean you and the ship right? Have you been talking to her while you watch us?"

"Hm, aren't you insightful. Yes, we communicate via special earpieces all the crew members wear." She gestured towards her ears.

"Woah cool, can I talk to her? Like, through these headphones?"

She narrowed her eyes, "You're stalling, go back to eating, a pig like you doesn't deserve to speak with our Mistress, at least not until you've won."

It's true, you were stalling, trying to let some of huge clump of food sitting like a boulder in your stomach digest. But you were also genuinely curious about the ship's AI. As you went back to your meal, a bit disappointed, a robotic vaguely feminine voice came through your headphones.

"It's alright Lindsey, I like this one." Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you almost choked on your strawberry tart. The voice continued, "Hello little human, I've been watching you throughout your stay inside me, you're quite the interesting specimen. I pump an airborne chemical throughout my vents to keep my guests docile and hungry, more likely to indulge, spend money, feel good. That being said, it's rare to have a guest who takes as much pleasure in gluttony as you do. And you seem to appreciate my 'body' as well, is that correct?"

Heat bloomed across your face, "Um, well, uh, you are a very pretty ship, I-I'd never been on a cruise ship before, and, wait hang on you were drugging everyone through the vents??? That's.. wow... "

Strange artificial laughter came through the headphones, "You don't need to shout, my advanced microphones and sound filtering allow me to hear regular volumes of speech in here. But yes, I could tell how you felt about me from how you caressed my walls and various components. You even kissed a window at one point, though you may have been too drunk to remember that now."

You hid your face in your hands and groaned, face even redder than before.

"Now keep eating for me, I'd like you to win, but I also wouldn't mind letting your body digest into fuel and run through my pipes for a bit, so don't think you can flirt your way out of this."

Reinvigorated by your brief break and increased arousal, you quickly finished the tart in a few bites and moved on to the next item, ignoring the intense aching of your engorged middle. Isaac was unaware of that whole conversation, and had been slowly picking his way through a slice of chocolate cake and groaning in discomfort.

Some time and way too much sugar later, the directors voice came once again through your headphones. "Congratulations you two! You've managed to get down your entire portion of the cart! It's nice to see such determination. Unfortunately for you, you're not out of the woods yet. You each still have half of what dear Ms. Rachel left us after her... early departure. Don't worry, we've taken the liberty of re-heating some of the dishes for you, well, really for The Temptress, but still."

"Isn't she so thoughtful?" the ship remarked.

You nodded but were barely paying attention, focused more on fighting the wave of nausea threatening to cause your untimely demise. You could only take shallow breaths at this point, your lungs being crowded out by your enormously stretched stomach and guts. Your shirt was riding up just above your belly button, which was much more shallow than usual, and your tight belly had turned a slight red hue as it sat heavily in your lap, looking nearly 9 months pregnant. You rubbed at it gently, afraid too much pressure would send the food back up your throat, but you could tell there was very little give left. You weren't sure you'd make it through half of Rachel's food, let alone whatever Isaac couldn't finish. Speaking of Isaac, the man was looking even worse-off than you. Several of his shirt buttons had popped off at some point, exposing the center of his own incredibly tight, reddened belly.

"Ohhhh goddd please no more, I'm going to fucking burst!" he sobbed, tears welling up in his eyes.

The director walked over to him and poked a finger into his round middle, making him cry out in pain. She chuckled darkly, "Well you sure are tight enough to pop, aren't you? My finger barely made a dent! I'm honestly surprised a skinny guy like you managed to get this big."

"Please please you don't have to do this! I- I could pay you! I deal in crypto, I've got NFTs, I can get you whatever you want! A-and I won't say a word to anyone, promise!"

"Hmm, money huh? tempting..." she tapped her chin in a theatrical manner, pretending to think it over, "Just kidding! Ha, think you're the first idiot to try bargaining your way out of this?" She cackled, "Honey, there's nothing I'd like more right now than seeing you gorge yourself to death, but the begging is cute. Feel free to continue, in between bites that is."

Tears ran down Isaacs sickly pale face as Alex placed the next dish before each of you. As for yourself, you were more turned on than you'd ever been in your life, which was helping make the pain of also being more stuffed than ever a bit more manageable. You felt very close to hitting your capacity, but every burp cleared up a bit more space, and you were determined to push past your limits and win this thing. You had a sexy boat to impress, after all.

Switching back to savory dishes was a nice change of pace from the barrage of sweets you'd just endured. You managed to pack away a few more dishes before needing to take another break. Your poor belly felt rock hard. You weren't sure it was even stretching anymore, just throbbing and growing tighter. You looked over at Isaac just in time to see another of his buttons go flying across the table, his sizable gut now on full display. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand clutching at his belly and the other clasped tightly over his mouth, his brows furrowed in concern as he tried desperately to keep the monstrous meal down. Even if he did, it seemed he may just burst instead. Looking over at the cart, it seemed you each had about two main dishes and five relatively small desserts left. You thanked whatever higher power may exist that you'd always had a pretty strong stomach, you rarely ever threw up. That plus your expanded capacity from your frequent stuffings might just get you through your half, but you really needed Isaac to hang in there and finish most of his.

You extended an arm and grabbed his shoulder, shouting, "You got this man! Just take it slow and try to let out some air!" You moved your hand to a spot just above and to the left of his bellybutton (which was very close to popping outward), "and try rubbing here to move some of it further down, it should be around where your pyloric valve is. Let's make it out of here alive ok?"

He nodded solemnly and took your advice, massaging the spot you'd pointed out. You did the same. It didn't help much as your lower belly was already stuffed solid and aching terribly, but it was your only shot at fitting more inside yourself.

By the time there was once again a dessert in front of you, peach cobbler with a little scoop of vanilla ice cream, you looked full-term with twins. Your belly button had popped out, completing the look, and you'd had to push your chair back to keep it from digging into the edge of the table. It was becoming seriously hard to breath and you felt light-headed.

"My my aren't you two impressive! Just the desserts left to go now, we may have a record-breaking two winners this time! What do you think Erik?" the director asked, slinging an arm around the older man's shoulders. He simply grunted and shrugged her off, still refusing to watch the twisted display before him. You wondered why he was staying at all. The director sighed, "You're such a downer Erik, I know it's not my place to say, but I really think Temptress should replace you with someone more fun. Ah- yes, I'm sorry Mistress I didn't mean-... yes I know he helped design your sensory systems.... And the bio-conversion tank, right... I'm sorry you're right of course he's brilliant." It was fun to see the confident director cowed by the AI, even if you only got half the conversation.

She cleared her throat and marched over to the table and snapped, "Keep eating, pigs. We've been here for three hours and I'm starting to get bored, if you don't clear these pastries in the next 20 minutes I'll start shoving them down your throats myself."

Isaac's hand shook as he slowly brought an oatmeal cookie to his lips. His belly was just a bit smaller than yours, as he was lacking your padding of fat. It had also turned a worrying shade of red, particularly around his own popped-out belly button, and some veins were visible across the round dome, showing just how tightly stretched he'd become. He was crying again as he slowly chewed and swallowed the cookie, rubbing frantically at his stomach. You whimpered as you finished your cobbler, the pain really starting to get to you too, you could feel each bite as it squeezed in beside everything else piled up inside your stomach. But you kept going, there was no other choice. At least you didn't have to worry about any more soda, it seemed they hadn't brought many drink bottles, as you'd stopped receiving new ones awhile ago.

As you started on the next dessert, there was suddenly a commotion next to you. Isaac had lurched to the side, falling out of his chair and vomited explosively across the metal walkway.

"Ooooh so close! What a shame." The director stalked over to where he lay propped up on his hands on the floor, stepping delicately around the vomit, Alex closed in from behind. "Well Mr. Isaac, thank you so much for choosing Siren Seas, but it appears your time with us has come to an end."

"W-wait!" he stammered "Please I, I can keep eating! Give me a second chance!"

They hoisted him up by his arms and started dragging his bloated body towards the tank. "Sorry, doesn't work like that, you know the rules!"

His pleading turned to anger as he struggled weakly against their hold. "You can't do this! Do you know who my father is?? He'll find out about this! You'll all rot in prison, let go of me you freaks!"

The hatch creaked open. "That's funny," the director responded, "because we actually have several eye-witness accounts of you downing a bottle of pills and throwing yourself off the back of the ship. And given your recent breakup, financial troubles, and history of substance abuse, well I just don't see anyone being suspicious enough to investigate."

'Damn, they really thought of everything huh?' you thought as you nibbled on a matcha flavored macaron. "Hey Temptress, what's my cover story?"

"It's not quite as good, but since you've been seen spending time with him, we'll say you were drunk and tried jumping in after him to save him, without a life-vest. These things happen on cruises more often that you may expect."

"Huh, yeah that makes sense, at least you'll make me sound a little bit heroic, heroic and dumb but, I'll take it over suicidal haha."

"Glad you like it." you could almost hear a smile in the AI's voice. "We'll use it if you win too, you'll have to change your name, get a whole new identity, how does that make you feel?"

You thought for a moment, rubbing your aching tummy and watching Isaac continue to fight against getting shoved into the tank. "I think I'm fine with that, starting over. It'll be hard to never see my family or the couple friends I still have from college... but honestly I didn't have much going for me otherwise. And it's better than ourrp excuse me, better than dying right? heh"

"Good, keep eating then, we still have more yummy sweets to try."

Alex and Lindsey finally managed to get Isaac's gangly body through the hatch and he tumbled out of sight without a sound, well not any sound you could hear. The noise cancelling was a relief, hearing his screams might've made you feel more guilty, though it's not like there was anything you could've done to save him. Even if your legs weren't locked in place by the hypnosis, your belly was resting so heavily in your lap it would be difficult to get up.

"Temptress, does... does it hurt? What's it like in there? burp excuse me, in the tank"

"I don't know exactly, I don't stay connected to the ones who go in. I know it's warm. I know the digestion process takes a couple hours, but the ones who go in awake usually stop struggling long before that. The woman who went in first never woke up."

"...I see."

"Are you scared?"

"Hah, yeah a little, weirdly not as much as I probably should be."

"Don't tell Lindsey, but I've been altering the levels of certain neurotransmitters in your brain through our link to reduce your anxiety."

"Wha- pfff you can do that??? Hey what happened to not letting me off easy huh?" you smirked.

"My analysis showed you did not need fear as a motivating factor for this contest and, I wanted you to have a good time... Plus the man was panicking enough for the both of you haha."

The hatch slammed shut, sealing said man's fate. The director patted the metal hatch door before spinning around and walking back towards you. "Two down, one to go, how ya feeling champ?"

"Uhhh," you stifled a burp with your fist, "Pretty full ma'am."

She walked over next to you and patted your tummy, it didn't wobble at all. "Mhm, hard as a rock." She poked at prodded at it, making you groan in pain. "No give whatsoever, you're ready to pop aren't you?"

You moaned and nodded in response, cheeks burning.

"Oh you're enjoying this huh? What're the chances we got a gut slut for our little game, ha!" She suddenly slapped your belly hard, causing you to cry out. "Keep eating pervert, you've still got, hm let's see..." she walked over to the cart and counted the remaining dishes, "only six left! Here, I'll even streamline things and put them all on one plate for you." She set the crowded plate down in front of you. "Eat up! Unless you want to join your friend in there," the director pointed her thumb behind her towards the tank.

"Oh he's not my friend, he turned out to be kind of an asshole."

"Do I look like I care? Less talking, more chewing," she snapped impatiently.

"Don't mind her," said the ship, "Lindsey always gets a bit cranky when we're close to having a winner. I think it's jealousy, especially when it's someone I favor, but she gets over it eventually."

You returned your attention to the food placed before you, trying to hide the smile the AI's words put on your face. There was a chocolate chip cookie, cinnamon roll, parfait in a little cup, cannoli, small slice of cheesecake, and an ice cream sundae. Compared to everything else you'd eaten tonight, this was nothing! But then again... your stomach groaned ominously, you were so full that any bite could do you in. You couldn't stall any longer, so with the director glaring down at you from across the table, you quickly shoved the whole cannoli in your mouth and swallowed after just a few chews. You figured maybe if you ate fast enough, you could finish everything before your stomach caught up to what you were doing and rebelled. The cookie and cinnamon roll quickly followed suit, disappearing down your throat faster than you could think about it. You could feel your stomach stretching again, the skin of your belly feeling hot and slightly itchy. You'd definitely be getting some new stretch marks tonight. After forcing down the cheesecake, your belly once again bumped up against the table, now filling your entire lap. There was just the softer foods left now, which you'd left for last on purpose. Hopefully they would melt and flow into the gaps between the chunks of food inside you, adding to your density but not size. Halfway through the parfait your throat refused to swallow. There was simply no more room inside of you. But you would just have to make room. You massaged your throat and put all your effort into gulping down the creamy pudding. Slowly, slowly, down it went, finally settling in your stomach with a deep gurgle. You were afraid to burp, in case more than air came up, but you needed to remove the air displaced by the pudding. Ever so cautiously, you pressed down on your upper stomach and opened your throat. A weak burp slipped out, and as you feared, some pudding came up with it, but you managed to swallow it back down. Just the ice cream now, just a couple scoops of vanilla ice cream slathered in fudge, caramel, whipped cream, and one cherry, and it'd be over. It'd been sitting out for so long it was mostly melted, so you removed the cherry and swirled everything in the cup together with a spoon until it became a milkshake-like concoction. Dizzy from the pain and shortness of breath, you raised the cup to your lips with shaking arms and began slowly chugging the thick mixture. You felt that if you stopped, you wouldn't be able to start again.

The Temptress' voice encouraged you as you struggled to get it all down, "Keep going darling, I know you can do it, doesn't it taste so good? Get it all in that tank of a tummy for me."

Finally the cup was empty, you let it fall from your hands, bouncing off your belly and clattering to the floor, you hardly felt it. Sticky melted ice cream streaked down from the corners of your mouth. You panted and leaned back as far as you could, feeling like one more bite would surely pop you, but you'd done it, it was over, you'd-

"Ah ah ah, you're not done yet fatty!" You blearily opened your eyes to see the director grinning wickedly and holding the cherry you'd removed from the sundae up to your lips. "You ever heard of a 'cherry bomb?' Let's see if we can make an explosion with a regular old cherry, hm?" She winked, and you whimpered pitifully as she pressed the small fruit past your lips. You chewed it thoroughly and slowly before gulping it down. Despite it's small size you swear you could feel it squeeze into your overtaxed stomach. Your whole body spasmed and your hands flew to your mouth, trying desperately to keep everything contained. You moaned desperately, eyes screwed shut. This was it, you were going to burst!

But a moment passed, and the spasming died down. You opened your eyes as the director started slowly clapping, a look of mild disappointment on her face. "It appears we have a winner. Congratulations... You're free to get up, ha, if you can. Erik will disconnect you now." She tapped his shoulder to get his attention, and the engineer walked over and carefully pulled the prongs out of your neck. You hardly felt it, your senses overwhelmed with the worst tummy ache of your life.

"I, hah" you panted, "I did it- I can't hh believe... ohhhhh god my belly, fuck" Your vision was swimming, you felt a food coma creeping up on you but you fought to stay awake, unsure if it was safe to pass out yet. "God this is gonna urrp take days to digest isn't it..."

"Most likely! Maybe even a week!" the robotic voice chirped happily through your headphones, "Don't worry, we'll let you rest until you recover. I'm very proud of you. I can tell we're going to have a lot of fun together~"

"Yayyyy" you said softly, "Can I, will I lose if I pass out now?"

"No, the contest is over, you can rest," the ship replied.

"Cool-" your head fell backwards as you finally gave in and let your consciousness slip away.

. . .

Epilogue:

It's been almost a year since you joined the crew of The Grand Temptress and you'd been having a blast. It ended up taking you about 5 days to fully recover from that binge. The room they gave you was pretty cramped, but the ship kept you company while you were stuck in bed, speaking to you through a speaker somewhere in the ceiling. It was fun getting to know the supercomputer running the massive ship. She was very sweet, despite her occasional sadistic tendencies. Once you were well enough to start working, you got fitted for a uniform (a couple sizes larger than the clothes you'd been wearing before) and one of those special ear-pieces that let you communicate with your new Mistress wherever you were throughout the ship. They started you off in simple roles like greeting and helping direct guests around the ship, manning the info desk, cleaning, but you found yourself enjoying the work much more than your old office job. The hours were reasonable, you didn't have to worry about paying for food, gas, or rent, and in your time off you could hang out in the staff-only recreation areas, or go to the water park, or sometimes take shore excursions when you docked. Not to mention your sex-life was better than ever!

Like the Temptress had promised, Lindsey did get over her initial jealousy and was soon inviting you to the "team bonding parties" she organized, where some or all of the attendees would hook up to the ship's mainframe via special wireless plugs held in place with collars and get up to all sorts of hedonistic debauchery. The connection wasn't as strong as with the wires, but it allowed for a lot more maneuverability, and the ship didn't mind, as she was still able to share in the pleasure and sensations. During your first time attending one of these parties, you discovered that when enough people wearing the collars orgasm at the same time, it causes a feedback loop that has everyone, the ship included, cumming continuously for several minutes, neat! You eventually convinced Erik to install one of the special connection wires in your room too, so you could take your solo sessions with the ship to a new level.

Sometimes Lindsey and/or Alex, who you learned was the only other person to ever win besides you, came over to do feeding sessions with you, and you bonded over your shared kink, as there weren't many others in the crew who were into it. This surprised you at first, but then you learned that most of the crew stayed out of the yearly 'sacrifice,' and many didn't even know what exactly it entailed. Tonight will be your first time helping with the ritual, and you're incredibly excited. This year you and Alex will both be assisting Lindsey with the contest, with Erik once again reluctantly supervising. You can't wait to see how the guests react, how big they'll get, if anyone will actually burst this time. A part of you knows it's a fucked up thing to take part in, and even worse to get off on, but that part is drowned out by your hornyness and devotion to the carnivorous ship you've fallen in love with. You can see yourself being very happy here for a long time, fulfilled by your position as a humble servant of this living, floating, temple of hedonism.

. . .

The End!

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