Yolanda likes ice-cream
By Scx
By Scx
J.J. Abrams had a policy where all his assistants at his shop could eat all the ice-cream they could stand. Like clockwork, every new employee ate themselves absolutely sick the second day, and swore off ice-cream for years the next morning.
Yolanda Carvile, working her way through college, needed the money, and liked ice-cream, but that policy made her eyes go wide, as she knew she could stand to eat a very large amount of ice-cream.
Sure enough, by the end of her second day, she was lying flat on her back, groaning in pain as her swollen belly protruded from her pants, stuffed with an entire day's gluttony. Unlike the rest of the new hires, however, on her third day she did it all again, consuming so much she couldn't see straight. On the fourth day, her gut bulging like she'd swallowed a bowling ball, she passed out as soon as she collapsed her excess bulk onto the couch in the back room.
J.J. was floored, stunned, and yet fascinated. Every shift she stuffed herself, seemingly more each time, expanding her belly to phenomenal sizes, a giant pale potbelly billowing out of her pants and pushing her shirt up as she blimped herself out again. The cost was as unbelievable as her capacity, her insatiable appetite hoovering up gallon after gallon every day.
Every morning he'd swear to himself he had to fire her that day, but when she came in, her belly still somewhat bloated from the day before and gave him a sunny smile before digging in, he'd put it off for an hour, then two, then until the end of the day, and when he couldn't help but stare at that gargantuan gut wildly overloaded with his ice-cream as she moaned helplessly underneath its quaking bulk, he found himself completely speechless, and had to wait until tomorrow.
Yolanda just kept on swelling. The more she ate, the bigger her belly grew, and the bigger her belly grew, the more she could eat, growing fatter and fatter every day. Her work suffered. Hauling around her suddenly acquired mass exhausted her. Just standing at the counter for a few minutes left her red-faced and wheezing with effort. Her brisk walking pace rapidly degenerated into a ponderous waddle. Halfway through the day she would be so stuffed she couldn't bend over, and by the time she was supposed to go home, she'd be snoring on the couch, her body completely overwhelmed by the quantity of sugar and cream she'd stuffed herself with.
Finally it happened. It was late in the afternoon, and Yolanda was fighting, and as usual losing, her battle to stay conscious and mobile after having shoveled enough ice-cream into herself to sate half an army. The majestic sphere of her protruding gut was winning. Gasping for breath after finishing up with a customer, clutching the countertop to keep from falling, despite knowing she'd already had far too much to eat this day, she nonetheless let out a low moan, and reached for her own ice-cream bucket.
It was out of reach. Although she was hanging onto the counter, the real reason she'd not yet fallen over was because her giant gut was also pressed against it, squashing out sideways with the pressure of what she'd pushed in.
“Oh, please” she moaned, reaching as far as she could with a round flabby arm.
J.J., watching, knew this was the time, and stepped towards her. The last customer had been undercharged and oversupplied, as Yolanda was paying attention to nothing but her own eating by this time of day, and he stepped forwards, with a sudden resolve.
Yolanda stretched again, whispering “Oh, no” as she realized it wasn't going to happen unless she moved her thick thighs. Still desperate for more to eat, she pushed back a little, shuffled a fat foot backwards, and heaved her stomach up, essaying a swaying waddle towards the bucket she desired so much.
Earlier, ice-cream had been spilled. The floor was wet and slippery, and J.J., her boss, suddenly appearing in front of her, all were far too much for her already feeble balance.
She wobbled, struggling with her monstrous belly as it dragged her forwards and down. J.J., seeing her about to fall, stepped forwards himself, but it was too little and much too late. Yolanda, so recently and so quickly bloated into uncontrollable fatness, came crashing down on top of her boss.
There was a resounding boom. J.J. really had no idea how heavy she was going to be, and his attempts to stabilize her failed instantly, going down under that swollen belly of his gigantically swollen assistant. She, just as unable to control her bulk, came down heavily on top of him, her flab just pile-driving him into the floor.
J.J. gasped “Ughlf!” as all the air was instantly forced from his lungs.
Simultaneously, Yolanda cried “Ooooff! Urpp! Oh, my belly!!” as the tremendous impact forced a belch out of her middle along with most of her own breath. “Oh, oh, I'm sorry, sorry...” she continued as she became more aware of her position. Squirming frantically, she fought to get up.
J.J. had no reply, even if he'd wanted to. He couldn't breathe, and she was writhing and struggling on top of him.
Her struggles continued, getting wilder. Hands clutching at the only cabinet in reach, her feet kicking futilely at the slick floor, and all the rest of her flabby body heaving were all equally ineffective. The weight of her own belly had pinned her on top of him.
J.J. could neither breathe nor think of anything at all except the flesh gyrating against him, squashing him, flattening him against the floor.
“Oh, I'm so sorry!” continued Yolanda, struggling for breath and grip herself. “I can't, I can't get up, my belly, oh my god, I'm, I'm, oooh, help, help me... Oooh, help, I'm too fat, I can't get up!! Oh, help!”
“Ugblt” managed J.J. That was all he had the breath for.
His hands came up, but instead of pushing, they pulled. They pulled at the double-wide hips weakly jostling against his own. They pulled at the sides of the vast stomach planted solidly atop his own. His hands sinking deep into her luscious fat, he dragged her down onto himself again.
As squashed as the rest of him, but straining upwards with an undeniable force of its own, J.J. erection was pressing up into the lower curve of that gigantic belly as it shifted and rubbed and squirmed on top.
“Oh, help,” Yolanda ran on, then suddenly noticed. “Oh, oh, oh, Jay!” as she realized he was groping her fat, fondling her, pulling on her, and would be bucking underneath if he could.
Her moaning continued, and her struggles changed, but she had stopped apologizing and gone to just moaning, “Oh, ahh, oooo, uh, uh, oh, I, I mean, I ...” Soon her vocabulary failed her just as much as his had, and her squirms and moans changed from escaping to encouraging as she rubbed her bulk on top of him. “Oh, ooo, oh, oh, yeah? Yeah? Yeaahh...” she ground him further into the floor.
After a few more long grinds down, Yolanda managed to get her fat knees on the floor around J.J.'s thighs, her hands beside his shoulders, and with her elbows locked made it to all fours. No stranger to the fattening, her volley-ball breasts still rubbed and brushed over his chest, nipples blatantly obvious through her thin shirt and bra. Her belly, far larger, still rested heavily on his crotch, where it pressed down just as hard as his cock was pushing up.
J.J. managed to take a long, shuddering breath as at least some of her weight lifted off his lungs, but he didn't have a chance to say anything before Yolanda gave him a sexy little smile, whispered, “You like?” and crawled forwards, dragging her body over his. A moment later his face was buried in the valley where three fat-bloated spheres came together, kissing her belly as her breasts rolled over his head.
Yolanda might as well have been half-naked to start with. Her belly hadn't been fully covered by a shirt or fully contained by pants for weeks now, and all this movement, rubbing and writhing, were pushing the shirt up and the pants down and exposing more and more of Yolanda to the summer air. Her bra, as inadequate as the rest of her clothing, let slip half its cream-filled cargo. Her nipple, firm with expectation, slipped between his lips as her shirt slid away further.
Using both hands to handle a breast bigger than his own head, J.J. slurped and sucked and licked at that enormous tit as enthusiastically as Yolanda at an ice-cream scoop, and Yolanda herself began to moan with pleasure, sparing one hand to tug her other nipple free. Perhaps she shouldn't have, because she found she needed both hands to support her weight and once more she slumped heavily onto him, this time mashing his face with a naked breast.
More inarticulate noises came from underneath her, but the licking and the sucking and the nibbling just got more intense, and she left her weight on him while twisting at her other nipple. After a few moments, the lust in that breast grew to be too much for her, and she heaved herself upwards, lifting the glistening breast from a face that registered a moment's disappointment before she mashed her other tit against him.
In a mere moment, her other nipple was getting a tongue-lashing, and her first was in her free hand, cupped and twisted and mauled as her own excitement built.
She wasn't the only one. Her belly was registering struggles underneath its lower curve where much of its weight still rested on J.J.'s raging erection. With every lick and suck, his groin involuntarily bucked, sending waves rolling up into her belly where they echoed and bounced throughout her flabby body, and reflected themselves back down again only to meet another buck coming up.
Between the attention her breasts were glorying in and the waves crashing through all of her wildly overfed body, Yolanda couldn't help but begin to moan, as she felt moisture begin to grow between her thick thighs where they pressed against his legs. Reacting to his upward thrusts with a downward shove of her own, they both began to move faster and faster.
In a shining moment they were both pounding furiously at each other. J.J. was devouring the breast forced into him as it too wobbled and bounced with all Yolanda's flesh. Although he couldn't utter a squeak squashed underneath her mammoth body, Yolanda was moaning and grunting enough for both of them, letting the whole world know a fiercely horny woman was enthusiastically approaching climax.
Between an orgasm coming on like a freight train and the fearsome effort of heaving her overstuffed chassis up and down, Yolanda could barely breathe either, and her steadily rising moans were degenerating into uncontrolled gasps with each mutual thrust. As she peaked, she managed just enough air to let out a passionate scream, and collapsed onto her lover with an orgasm electrifying her whole body, hundreds of pounds of fat quaking and shaking and vibrating madly as she came and came.
J.J.'s cock had been howling for release as well. Barely able to breathe while she was still pumping up and down, when she came crashing down cumming, it was far too much for his abused balls, and almost as if they'd had it squished out of them, his own sperm erupted forth, instantly making a huge hot wet area in his own pants to match the one Yolanda had made on her own.
Yolanda slowly regained control. “Ohyeah” she murmured, content to lie in a sweaty heap. Unfortunately, J.J. still couldn't breathe, and once he recovered himself enough to make that clear, they manged to slide her weighty gut off to one side, where they could both recover, and get over the embarrassment of both having soiled their pants.
There on the cool tile floor, they knew both their lives had changed, and for the better. He was squashed and sore, but J.J. knew he wanted, he needed, more of that, and soon. Fortunately for him, Yolanda had enjoyed it as much as he had, and she wanted him, too. An hour later he was pinned down again, but this time naked, on the couch instead of the floor, and his cock firmly screwed deep inside the hot yielding **** of his new-found lover as she crushed him underneath herself again.
That night they went home together, and didn't get much sleep. The ice-cream shop stayed closed the next day, as they caught up on sleeping in between experimenting with new surfaces and locations and positions to madly fuck each other.
Of course, man (and woman...) does not live by sex alone, and Yolanda's appetite for ice-cream raged unabated. It didn't take J.J. long to realize he had a still-swelling beauty on his hands, and the bigger she grew the better the sex became, and their relationship blossomed as her weight skyrocketed. Not a month later, while she could still waddle down the aisle, J.J. popped “the question”, and she replied between mouthfuls, “Will you still feed me?” “Of course. As much as you can stand.” “Then I do.”
Yolanda's dress, although it was custom-made, had been made some weeks before, and the still-growing bride had barely squeezed into it, her fat stomach leading the way. Unfortunately for the dignity of the reception, the wedding cake was a gigantic ice-cream cake. The cake went entirely into Yolanda, but her belly couldn't stay entirely inside her dress, and once more her enormous belly lurched into freedom. The other guests made do with another cake, laughing with delight and admiration (and for some, secret green envy). Once again, she'd stuffed herself into helplessness, and it was only with the help of several stout groomsmen that she was able to stuff herself into the white limousine that carried her and her husband away.
Their honeymoon was on a cruise ship famous for its food. Between the incessant supply and her insatiable appetite, J.J. watched Yolanda grow even fatter, much much fatter. Upon their return, J.J. dedicated his life to feeding her, fattening her up even more, expanding her belly to heights few would ever know. They never came back to the ice-cream store after the honeymoon. It was sold to a national chain, and J.J. and the gigantic Yolanda were never seen again.
Fin
