Carla dropped the subject of Turk's weight and the pair settled down for their day at the beach. First they simply sat in their loungers, soaking up the sun. Carla read her book while Turk lay back, scoping out the topless sunbathers under the cover of his sunglasses. A little later, as the sun rose even higher in the sky, they decided to go for a swim to cool off, frolicking in the surf, exchanging salty kisses in the clear blue water. At one point a large wave almost pulled Turk's shorts down, revealing the very top of his rounding butt cheeks. Carla laughed until a even bigger wave knocked her off her feet.
They decided to dry off with a walk along the white sandy beach, staying in the shade of the palm trees. They came across an ice cream stand, Carla picking out an orange flavoured popsicle while Turk went for a large ice cream sandwich. By the time they had got to the pier Turk had devoured his frozen treat and decided to pick up another on the way back, much to Carla's bemusement. She decided not to say anything. They were on vacation after all.
After another few hours on the beach, Turk's stomach was growling and even Carla was feeling a little peckish. They decide to head back to the resort for a snack before dinner. As they walked hand in hand along a rough path, they noticed a gathering of people over by a small beach restaurant. They wandered over saw a large, handmade sign hanging from pole, in front of about six rows of chairs facing towards a raised table.
"The Suva Stuff-off." Carla read. "Daily eating contests with fabulous CASH prizes. Half-price entry for honeymooners." She snorted, turning to Turk, "What kind of person would do that on their honeymoon?"
To her surprise he wasn't there, and she looked around with a groan to see him shaking hands with a heavy-set native and handing him some money. She hurried over as Turk headed for the stage.
"Turk, what are you doing?" she demanded.
Turk looked surprised. "Baby, it's all I can eat cheeseburgers for like, five bucks, plus if I win I get a prize."
"But we're on an all-expenses paid trip, so you could have just..." Carla's logic was interrupted by the announcement for all competitors to take the stage.
"Wish me luck?" Turk asked.
Carla sighed and smiled "Go get them papi."
As he went to take his place, Carla went to sit in the second row, feeling embarrassed as the rest of the seats filled with spectators.
Turk meanwhile sat on his stool in front of the table, going through his game plan. He was eager to win, as well as stuff his face. As the restaurant owner went through the rules, Turk checked out his competition. There were four other entrants, most of them pretty heavy. Two big Fijian guys sat next to each other, chatting in their language, while on the other side of them a stout Australian was soaking up the support from his friends in the crowd. Sitting next to him was the only female competitor, a chubby blonde from Germany, who Turk thought looked kind of like Elliot, if Elliot put on about a hundred pounds. She was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini for a woman her size, showing off a lot of pale white cleavage. She noticed him looking and he blushed and turned away, murmuring 'good luck'.
As two women brought out three massive platters of cheese burgers, Turk looked for Carla in the crowd and waved. She waved half-heartedly.
Before Turk knew it, the announcer yelled go, and suddenly every person in the crowd was yelling and cheering as the competitors set to it. Turk reached for a burger and had it snatched from under him by the German, throwing him off pace. He quickly grabbed another and dug in, taking a massive bite of the burger, cheese and grease and meat filling his cheeks as he chewed and swallowed quickly. He shoved it down in three bites and reached for another, seeing the other competitors were already on their third. He had to catch up.
***
Seven and a half burgers later and Turk was feeling the strain. The Australian had already dropped out after almost choking to death on a pickle, leaving only four left. Turk's stomach was incredibly swollen, his face covered in a mixture of ketchup and cheese. He could feel the solid mass of food pushing his belly out, his swimsuit cutting into him. He hurriedly adjusted himself, and found a little extra room to finish off his ninth burger and reach for a tenth. As he did so he saw one of the Fijians collapse off his chair, and knew it was down to three of them. The other Fijian was like a wild animal, cramming them down as fast as he could, whereas the German was more efficient, eating each burger with a minimum of fuss. Turk was a burger of the pace, but as he crammed down another bite, he knew he could win this.
***
"Third." Carla said disparagingly, "You make an absolute pig of yourself in front of the entire resort and you can only manage third?"
Turk groaned and belched, walking as Carla supported him under one arm. He had just been moving on to his eleventh burger when he suddenly felt dizzy, and before he knew it he had fallen backwards and landed flat on the sand, his now huge stomach sticking up in the air like a blimp. As the crowd laughed and cheered, Carla hurried to help him up, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment. They had left quietly as the German woman celebrated her victory, twenty burgers to the Fijian's 19, by chugging a bottle of beer.
They were now on the path back to their room, Turk clutching his swollen stomach with both hands and moaning, his button up shirt flapping open, while Carla fumed. They finally arrived at their suite and Turk immediately collapsed on to the bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Carla crossed her arms and sighed. "You better get ready, we're going to dinner in forty minutes, and I want to walk around the lagoon first, and watch the sunset." She left to go have have a shower.
Turk groaned. He wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and have Carla rub his belly, not walk around some stupid lagoon. He could tell Carla was annoyed with him though, and if he knew if he wanted to have sex tonight he had better toe the line. Plus, he reasoned, the walk would help him build up an appetite for dinner. He belched and struggled to sit up, finding it almost impossible. He decided to give it another few minutes, and lay back, rubbing his belly and closing his eyes, the gentle lapping of the waves lulling him to sleep.
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