FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

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Plainly fabulous!

Keep the style and the pace like that if you can and if the plot allows.

Kind Regards!

[Junketh71]

This was one beautiful chapter. Thanks for uploading.

[greinskyn]

Wow! Getting a comment from Mr. Wilson Barbers himself! That's high praise indeed.

Now that I heard his comment, I must agree. I like the increased awareness as well. I've always treasured the reactions and feelings of the person being transformed.

I've also found myself beginning to connect with and even admire her new incarnation.

[Matt L.]

Thanks Friends for all the positive feedback. There's much more of the story to come, the next episode will be up soon.

Cheers, Matt

[Matt L.]

Yolanda walked with a heavy heart through a crowd of people not paying attention to her.
Distraught over her figure, her paunchy belly jostling inches away from her body.
Sniffling and snorting as she walked to the ice cream tent, she wouldn’t wait until later.

Yolanda wasn’t really okay being plus-size after so many years of being slim and shapely, she was conning herself into behaving like a stereotypical fat girl.

It had to be, no way would she agree to being so out of shape, and these two insane women wanted her to enter a fashion show or beauty contest.

Good thing ice cream was available, Yolanda needed the comfort food.

Yolanda accidentally bumped into the lady who stood in front of her in line, she couldn’t believe how dorky and passive her voice sounded when she apologized.

The woman was a good deal heavier than Yolanda, she simply smiled, “Quite alright my dear.”

A few minutes later Yolanda had her giant size cone and strolled around the carnival pondering over how fat and stupid she had become in recent weeks.

From a small patio Yolanda overheard a familiar voice, and she wobbled over as fast as her chubby limbs could take her.

Seated on a bench was Luis, the young man who she had a brief romantic encounter. Two other guys and a skinny girl surrounded Luis, all of them twenty years or a little better.

Yolanda wiped her nose, engaged in a mouthful of ice cream, she needed the courage.
She then pressed on forward until she stood with Luis and his posse.

Yolanda’s voice hit a high pitched cord, nervous tension obviously to blame, and she squeaked a hello to Luis.

Luis and company looked Yolanda up and down.
Yolanda instantly knew the extra pounds she had put on startled him.

“Yolanda, right?” Luis’s expression indifferent, much like his voice.

Yolanda tried placing a hand over her hip, the ice cream cone slipping backward, skimming the fabric which covered her rack.
Clumsy in motion, she handled the cone again with both hands, widely smiling; she tried to make a joke out of it, “Opps! I don’t want to waste this on my clothes!”

The guys didn’t laugh, not even Luis, the young Latina dish did however provide a quaint giggle.

“I haven’t heard from you in sooooo long!” Yolanda directed her eyes at Luis, the young woman who once was an expert at flirting came off as a ditz.
“What happened? I thought we had something totally special going on.”

Yolanda’s smile grew wider waiting for an answer, Luis turned to his friends, she never expected what he would tell them.

“This girl is Yolanda”, Luis briefly motioned toward her as he spoke, “She’s living with a pair of nice women who have a small farm where I sometimes volunteer to help since they got no man looking after them. Sometimes I kept Yolanda company so she wouldn’t be a nuisance to the women. She’s something of a wallflower I guess, has problems making friends so she became attached to me very quick.”

Luis’s friends nodded, Yolanda blinked a few times, visibly upset.

“Luis, that’s not how I remember it”, Yolanda warbled softly and in angst.
Rejection was a foreign commodity to Yolanda; she had never dealt with it before.

Yolanda passively titled her head, “I really thought you liked me.”

The young female companion sung out, “Aw, Luis, is this the love of your life?”

Luis turned to her, utterly embarrassed at the insinuation, “No, Mabel, it was nothing like that.”

Luis glared his eyes over at Yolanda, the prosaic dress amplifying her girth, the tame hairstyle adding width to her cheeks. No way would he want his friends to think he was involved with a fat girl.

“I’m sorry, Yolanda, if you have a crush on me but I only like you as a friend”, Luis bluntly told her.

“That’s one big crush!” one of Luis’s friends giggled.
Luis’s other friend conveyed with a smirk, “Watch out Luis, she might sit on you!”

Yolanda ignored the callous remarks, her body trembling, her features drenched in disgruntlement, “You’re a liar and you know it.”

“No, Yolanda”, Luis stood defensively, “I was only being nice to you…”

The young female, Mabel, walked over to Luis, “How nice were you?”

Yolanda’s sighed, unable to reply before Luis could.
“Is it my fault she has a wild imagination!”, Luis audaciously stated to his friends, needing to suppress the truth in dread of their teasing and taunts due to being involved with such a heavy young woman.

“I felt sorry for her because she doesn’t have any friends, okay, that’s it!” Luis snapped.

The girl, Mabel, fiercely supported Luis, “You’re a big one, Luis doesn’t like them so large!”

Yolanda’s cheeks turned red in rage “Screw you! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Screw me?” Mabel launched a verbal attack, “Screw you! You fat hippo in a dress! Go find a zoo, that’s where you belong!”

Yolanda was once tough and smart but the confrontation made her feel pathetic and stupid, managing a retort apparently difficult.

The male cohorts laughed out loud, Mabel basked in their approval, sneeringly tossed another insult at Yolanda, “You probably don’t have any friends because you eat all their food!”

Mabel’s scoffs were hardly cerebral but they stung Yolanda just as hurtful.

Luis joining in made the pain all the worse, “She is a slob!” he unashamedly humiliated Yolanda, “Tell them how sloppy you eat, tell them about being housed in the barn when we first met! Tell them fat ass!”

The ice cream had begun to melt, dripping over Yolanda’s fingers, drops landing over her dress.

Yolanda hoped admitting the truth would cease the verbal abuse, “They had…had..me living…in..in the barn…” she stuttered.

Yolanda was erroneous in her hopes, Luis zeroing in on Yolanda’s body, “You’re as dumb as they get if you truly think I’d want anything to do with a huge cow! Damn are you fat!”

Yolanda stood motionless, absorbing the insults into her mind.

“I never told you this but watching you eat was disgusting! Almost as disgusting as your body!”

“Get some self-respect, fatty!” Mabel giggled, “No wonder they kept you in a barn…..”

“They wanted me to hose her down, she’s incapable of washing herself”, Luis laughed.

“Big girls like that got bad hygiene!” a male companion yelled out.

Yolanda sighed, snorting nervously, maybe she deserved it she thought as her self-esteem was shattered, She used to pick on heavy chicks occasionally and she understood why. They were unattractive, inferior, undisciplined.

Finally somebody interrupted the jeering, “Stop it! Stop tormenting this girl!”

It was a heavyset thirty-something mother, one child in her arms, a couple more along side her.

“You ought to be ashamed!” She screamed at Luis and his friends, “Now get lost, shoo!”

Luis sent Yolanda a derisive sneer, “Enjoy the ice cream…”, before he disappeared with his group into the crowd.

The mother, who was well on her own way to obesity, walked over to Yolanda, and smiled, “Us big girls have to look after each other. Are you okay?”

Yolanda smiled through her cheerless expression, “No, but I’ll be okay”, she gawkily warbled.

The mother affectionately cupped Yolanda’s forearm with her hand, “Some people are just obnoxious, you ought to learn to just ignore them but I guess you’ve been picked on since you were a kid, right?”

Yolanda elevated her eyebrows, in genuine shock that this woman suspected she had always been chubby. Yolanda wheezed, surrendering to the woman’s theory instead of trying to convince her of the truth.

“Yes ma’am, I’ve always been picked on about my weight”, Yolanda replied.

“You’re a cute girl, don’t let mean people rile you, okay”, The mother warmly smiled, “You better start eating your ice cream, it’s melting.”

Yolanda nodded and began lapping up the ice cream, the mother patting her on the shoulder, “You hang in there now”, before breaking company and strolling away with her children.

The stressed out Yolanda sluggishly retired to a bench where she consumed the ice cream which was melting over her fingers and dress.

Not an acknowledgement from a single passerby which Yolanda didn’t mind but not one young male, who she could once snare a favorable glance or two, seemed conscious of her existence.

She became abnormally sensitive to the young beauties roaming the carnival, even those without guys were either checked out or were in the process of flirtation.

Yolanda heaved a long excoriating sigh as she capitulated to defeat.
She despised Luis’s actions and words, and that of his friends, but in her unstable emotional state put the blame on herself.

“What can I expect now, I’m not in shape or beautiful”, Yolanda reflected on her portly appearance, “Will I ever get used to this?”

Yolanda viewed her bulbous belly spread over her lap, flabbily protruding straight away, questioning if perhaps Luis would have treated her differently had he not been with his friends.

Finishing the cone, and unthinkingly wiping her messy fingers over her dress, Yolanda heaved herself upward and began her trek back to the beer garden.

The possibility of Luis’s behavior being much more chivalrous if they had met alone ricocheted back and forth in her mind, ultimately causing her to nasally grunt with conviction, “I’m a huge fat cow like Luis said.”


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Yolanda made it back to the beer garden, inconspicuously making her way through the crowd, stopping as soon as she spotted the table where Rosaria and Marta lounged.

Their friends had arrived, 4 females altogether, approximately their same age with exception to one older women. Along with them were a pair of younger females.

Yolanda had no choice but to proceed forward.

Rosaria smiled upon noticing Yolanda approaching, “Here’s cousin Yolanda now.”

Yolanda paused at the table, aware that being polite was mandatory, she flashed a big smile and waved her hand, “Hello everybody” she respectfully remarked.

The females all greeted Yolanda with smiles and hellos, but she felt every bit self-conscious as they looked her over.

Yolanda swallowed hard as she turned to Rosaria and Marta, “I’m sorry, I got lost, I didn’t mean to be late”, she said as she tilted her head.
Rosaria and Marta were overjoyed at Yolanda’s submissive body language; naturally they took the advantage of her weakness.

“What happened to your new dress?” Rosaria questioned.
Yolanda again apologized in a subservient mode, “Got ice cream on it, I’m sorry.”
“You ought to be more careful”, Marta sweetly hummed, “I think you need to tidy yourself up some before going on some rides but first let me introduce our friends.”


Marta made the introductions one by one, a collection of farmwives from their modest hairstyles to their nice but common apparel, their friends ranged from pleasingly plump to chubby; they all seemed pleasant and friendly.
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The younger girls were kin to a couple of Marta‘s and Rosaria‘s friends; 20- year old Olivia Hernandez was a slender wavy haired vixen, very attractive in features and figure, Marta especially enjoyed conveying to Yolanda that Olivia had been a beauty pageant winner - twice!
The other girl was Ruby Montanez, likewise 20-years, pretty in the casual sense, pear shaped and borderline pudgy.

Yolanda experience some envy at Olivia, she was more than resplendent in looks but generated the vibes of a girl with healthy self-esteem.

“I’m going to take Yolanda over to the facilities to wash up”, Marta told Olivia, then asked, “After we get back would you mind escorting Yolanda around the carnival? She wants to go on some rides.”

Yolanda couldn’t believe Marta’s request, why did she need a chaperone?

Olivia smiled, “That’s quite alright, Marta. You just stay here, Ruby and I will be glad to help Yolanda freshen up and then hang out with her.”

Marta dug deep into her purse and handed Olivia a roll of cash, “Thank you, Olivia. Here ya go; this should cover rides and games, and some food.”

“Behave yourself, okay, Yolanda”, Rosaria picked up where Marta left off.
Rosaria added as she looked over to Olivia, “If Yolanda gets tired or cranky just bring her back here.”

Olivia swerved at her hips to face Rosaria, “Don’t worry; we’ll have a good time.”

Olivia waved Yolanda on, “This way, my friend!” she harmoniously chirped.

Yolanda wasn’t in the best emotional mood, and being escorted by a dazzling beauty didn’t improve her temperament but she complied and followed Olivia and Ruby to the bathroom facilities.

“Very nice to meet you”, Ruby cordially stated.
Olivia was friendly as well, “We’re going to meet some of our friends in a little while but they’re nice, consider yourself one of us.”

Yolanda awkwardly sighed, “Okay, sure.”

The females walked in unison, Ruby and Olivia especially cordial.

“You seem a little shy”, Olivia kindly noted, expressing herself a little too cheerful than Yolanda could appreciate at the moment.
“Just relax and get to know us, I’ve known Ruby for at least 15 years, she’s my best friend.”
Ruby shook her head in agreement, “Something like that. Your cousin’s said you’re new around here, haven’t made many friends yet. You’re in good company with us.”

Ruby and Olivia did majority of the talking and extremely mindful of any apprehensions Yolanda might have since she was unfamiliar with them.

Yolanda nodded at all the right moments as the girls chattered away, albeit she was in particular very observant to the guys checking Olivia out more than anything.

Finally they reached the facilitates and while Yolanda washed her face and tried cleaning the ice cream out of her gown, Olivia bluntly but thoughtfully shared some advice.

“Pardon me for saying, Yolanda, but you put on your makeup the wrong way.”

Yolanda simply replied with a dumbfound expression, Olivia continued.
“Lather up your hands really good with the soap and wash your face extra hard. Then take a seat over there on that bench and I’ll show you how it’s done!”

Ruby spoke up, “Olivia knows what’s she’s talking about, she won two beauty pageants and was runner up another two times. She’s going to Los Angeles next summer to beautician school.

Yolanda simply paused while gaping at her reflection in the grimy mirror, Olivia playfully pinching her upper arm, “Get it done!” she giggled.

Yolanda complied and did as she was advised, squawking aloud while using the cheap soap, “Why bother, who’s going to look at me? I’m too chubby!”

It was Ruby who injected her opinion, Olivia nodding in support.

“That’s no way to talk; you’re very pretty, only your makeup is hiding your best qualities. The way it’s applied doesn’t work for you. You shouldn’t nitpick your figure too. Make do the best you can, I used to weigh as much as Olivia until a few months ago but I don’t quibble about it. Nature has me down for a larger dress size, so what.”

“Ruby is right, Yolanda, if some guy doesn’t want you coz you’re not skinny, their loss”, Olivia remarked.

Yolanda reluctantly shook her head, thinking to herself while glancing over Olivia’s slim curvaceous form, “Easy for you to say.”

Yolanda had finished giving her face a good scrubbing and once her face was bare of cosmetics, the girls led her to the bench where Olivia produced a small makeup kit from out of here purse.

Olivia persuasively warbled while applying some makeup to Yolanda’s face, “The way you wear your makeup brings out the roundness of your face, and easy with the lipstick. I’m guessing you’re a beginner at this, right?”

“Why you say?” Yolanda questioned.

“Well your cousin’s say you’re a little on the wallflower side, right Ruby?” Olivia smiled.
Ruby concurred, “Yes, they said back in Los Angeles you were shy and inexperienced. Stuff like that. But don’t worry, Yolanda, Olivia and I will look after you, think of us as friends.

“You know what else might work for you”, Ruby added, “Try to wear clothes that let your body breath, and a different style. Nothing personal, I don’t mean to offend you but my mom wears clothes like this to do housework.”

Yolanda wanted to laugh at the absurdity; she knew better, it was Marta and Rosaria who picked out the dress for her, and specifically to show off her blubbery figure.

Instead Yolanda agreed, “I appreciate the advice, thank you.”

Olivia used just a hint of blush over Yolanda’s face, adding eyeliner and then using a modest dab of light pink lipstick.

“There you go! You look very pretty!” Olivia chimed.
Ruby scratched her head in total agreement, “That’s an improvement, you look sweet…”
“What do you think? Yolanda could use a better hairstyle too?” Ruby asked Olivia.

“Don’t think we’re being mean, we’re just trying to help you out”, Olivia informed Yolanda, “But Ruby is right, your hairstyle does nothing for you.”


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Being around Olivia and Ruby, Yolanda’s mood eased some, despite being rejected by Luis and insulted by him and his friends, her new companions, unaware of the chaos within her heart besides being heavier than ever and in a dumpy looking dress, showed her a wonderful time.

They explored the various tents on the runway, enjoyed a few rides and nibbled on carnival food,
Soon they hooked up with other people acquainted with Olivia and Ruby, 4 other females and 3 guys.
They were equally as nice and social to Yolanda, the guys were more enthused being around the other females than Yolanda yet they treated her in a civil and dignified manner.
The only negative aspect which occasionally got on Yolanda’s nerves was that they all seemed to treat her like a socially inept misfit. Although Yolanda was older than Olivia and Ruby they treated her at times as if she was younger than them and rather naïve.

“Once you finish your tacos and soft drink, Yolanda, I‘ll be happy to go on the Merry-Go-Round with you again”, Ruby benevolently smiled.

“Maybe you oughtn’t to go on that rollercoaster, I think the smaller ones would be better”, Olivia suggested as an older sister would her younger sibling.

Whether it was because Yolanda felt very comfortable among this group, they had quite accepted her as a friend, or perhaps she yield to the behavior she felt fitting for a fat girl but her appetite held no boundaries. When one of the guys couldn’t finish his king-size burrito Yolanda took it off his hands, she shared a beef sandwich with Ruby and later one of the guys treated her to another ice cream cone.


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It was getting late, the guys in the pack were working over time flirting with Olivia, Ruby and the other chicks while Yolanda quietly observed, contentedly gnawing on fried donuts.

Yolanda had been demoted to fat friend, and there was nothing she could do about it.

From out of the shadows Rosaria and Marta arrived on the scene.
Yolanda wrenched her neck, providing the women with a silly smile.

The guys in the bunch settled down, Ruby and Olivia marching over to Yolanda.

“We didn’t abandon Yolanda, the guys were just getting a little playful”, Ruby stated, her hand over Yolanda’s shoulder.

“Quite alright, you’re young, having fun with the opposite gender is expected”, Rosaria remarked, “I hope Yolanda wasn’t a pest.”

Ruby patted Yolanda’s shoulder, “Oh, we love having her hanging with us, she’s pretty cool.”
“She’s like our new best friend!” Olivia’s smile as happy as it was sincere.

Yolanda hung onto her small box of fried donuts as if she was worried somebody would snatch them away, “I like them too”, she gawkily grinned, a sliver of drool rolling down her lips.

“It’s getting late, Yolanda‘s bedtime is 10 o‘clock and its almost that time now”, Marta told the younger females.
Yolanda blushed beet red, “Why she have to say that”, she thought to herself.



“Say goodnight, Yolanda, and thank the girls”, Marta said aiding Yolanda to her feet.

Before Yolanda could acknowledge the girls, they both hugged her and politely conveyed they enjoyed her company.

“Same here, thank you for everything…” Yolanda submissively droned, “….I had a very nice time.”

“I apologize for moving you away from that sideshow where the man guesses your weight, I didn’t really mean to be rude, I just thought it was a bad idea”, Olivia half-smiled.

Yolanda nodded, “Its okay, your heart was in the right place. Anyway Paco bought me an ice cream cone to make up for it.”

Marta and Rosaria said goodbye to the girls, noting that they both vastly appreciated them looking after Yolanda.

“So know what”, Olivia candidly expressed her sentiments toward Yolanda as a friend, “We’re having a barbecue the Saturday after next, we’d love Yolanda to join us.”

Rosaria and Marta asked the standard questions - where and what time, should Yolanda bring anything.

“It’s at our farm, starts around noon, check with my mom, she’ll probably want you to come too”, Olivia informed the women.

Rosaria asked Yolanda if she would like to attend, but she wasn’t sure.
Yolanda was fond of Olivia and Ruby and their friends, and there was going to be food.
However, Yolanda wasn’t exactly all that thrilled about her new fat friend status.

Ruby beamed a happy smile, “We’d really like you to join us, okay, please?”
Olivia concurred, “Oh yes, Yolanda, you got to come, we really enjoy your company.”

Yolanda tilted her head, “You girls are so nice but I don’t know if I really belong.”
“Are you kidding?” Olivia replied, “Of course you belong, you’re one of us.”

Yolanda eventually caved and agreed to the barbecue.


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Yolanda and the women walked through the crowd on route to the parking lot, although Marta interrupted the trek with a suggestion.
“It’s an awful long drive; we ought to get Yolanda something to nibble on.”

Yolanda wagged her head, “You women, I don’t believe you; all you want to do is stuff me with food.
Can’t you tell it what this has done to me besides making me chunky? I tire so easily, moving around is hard for me now”, she whined.

Rosaria smirked, “Is that a no?”

Yolanda sourly grumbled, “I ate so much today”, she then instinctively looked into the donut box, “I got two left but really, I think I can get by until tomorrow,”

“Is that a fact?” Marta spewed a venomous smile, “You look like a girl who can’t go four hours without a meal.”

“And you wonder why I hate you”, Yolanda flatly stated.

The women laughed in unison, Rosaria enthusiastically chirping, “There’s a cotton candy stand I saw on the way in, if she changes her mind we’ll get her some.”

The females continued their trek, Yolanda brought up the beauty contest and fashion show proposal that had mentioned earlier.

“Girl, the beauty contest was two hours ago, we weren’t about to run around looking for you!” Rosaria giggled.

Marta laid a hand over Yolanda’s belly, “You really think you could have competed?”

“No!” Yolanda announced with some embarrassment, “But you said you’d get me ice cream if I agreed to enter.”

“You’re a selfish brat, thinking of yourself”, Marta teasingly began her mind game, “Ice cream cost plenty, it’s a luxury you got to earn and you didn’t earn it.”

Yolanda fought hard to keep from whimpering but she failed, “I know, I know, just that I miss having ice cream, I loved ice cream in Los Angeles.”

Yolanda was confused about why she desired such a fattening treat when all along she despised being fattened but she didn’t question the validity of her obsession.

“Can’t we arrange something?” Yolanda frowned.

“We’ll think it over”, Rosaria responded, “In the meantime we’ll get you some cotton candy, okay. Just in case you get hungry on the drive back home.”

Yolanda waddled behind the women, in truth cotton candy did sound inviting but she wasn’t about to tell them that.


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Moments later Rosaria made an effort to buckled Yolanda’s seat belt while she held onto a generous portion of cotton candy and the box of donuts. Rosaria struggled to effectively latch the buckles, Yolanda’s swollen - mushy bulge stuck out with a modest curve hindering the attempt.

“Suck it in, Yolanda!”, Rosaria huffed at the challenge.

Yolanda paused from nibbling on the cotton candy, a small portion glued to her face, “I’m trying, Rosaria!” she screeched.

“Try harder!” Rosaria ordered with anger.

Yolanda took a deep breath, Rosaria finally secured the buckles to the shrill of Yolanda’s whining, “It’s not my fault my belly’s so big! You did this to me!”

Rosaria slammed the car door harder than necessary, “Shut up and eat your candy!”

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On the ride back home Yolanda shared bits and pieces about the time spent with her new friends, deliberately keeping quiet about Luis, fully aware the foul way he rejected her would only incite teasing.

The women diligently listened, Yolanda ever so impressed on how well Olivia and Ruby treated her.
After a while Rosaria and Marta deliberately took to bragging about Olivia only to ensure Yolanda would feel fat and awkward by comparison.

“Olivia is so beautiful, her figure neat and trim, I don’t think she had a fat day in all her years!” Rosaria chimed.
Marta agreed, adding, “And she has the perfect manners, and is so smart. Yeah, take it from me, Olivia‘s beauty is only going to improve, she’s going to make something out of herself.”

On they went, Yolanda sat in the backseat, a sour look over her face, her arms folded in a defensive mode, rotten with envy but likewise insecurity.

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Once back at their humble cottage the women acquired a nice hint at the drastic changes to Yolanda’s personality.

Marta went to pour Yolanda a glass of buttermilk, naturally spiked with their secret weight accelerating recipe while Rosaria focused on their houseguest.

“Let me help you out of that dress, give your body some room to breath”, Rosaria happily volunteered.

Yolanda folded her arms over her breasts, almost savagely demanding, “Why do I have to go to bed! I’m an adult; I’ll go to bed when I want!”

“You had a long day, Yolanda, you must be exhausted by now”, said Rosaria, holding back her giggle, Yolanda’s temper tantrum merely hilarious.

Yolanda was persistent with her complaining, “I ain’t no dimwitted chica! Back in Los Angeles I made my own rules!”

Marta overheard Yolanda’s squawking, laughed and mimicked her, “Back in Los Angeles I made my own rules!”

Rosaria discovered unbuttoning the dress a little challenging, it seemed to have become smaller, the fabric tighter.
“How much did this girl eat?” she mused, “She’s turning into a good for nothing whale!”

Yolanda naturally heard Marta’s ridicule, and she angrily snapped, “I’m seriously! I was a woman not to trifle with!”

Rosaria groaned upon releasing the last button which was situated just above Yolanda’s ripening shelf-ass, “Okay, tubby, step out of the dress.”

“Tubby!” Yolanda swerved around, “Just who are you calling tubby!”

Rosaria smirked, “I’d call you skinny but that wouldn’t make sense.”

Yolanda’s billowy breasts crammed into her ten cent bra, her fat belly pushing away from the waistband of her ugly panties.
Even her sweet face was beginning to correspond with the appearance of a young woman accustomed to gluttony.

Yolanda stepped out of the dress, about to retaliate when Marta brought over the milk.
“You’re not in Los Angeles anymore”, Marta said coolly and with a wide grin, “You’ll abide by our rules while here unless you want us to contact Marco and tell him you’ve been uncooperative. Remember his warning about harming your family?”

Yolanda remember too well, “Ye…ahhh”, she nervously warbled.

Marta handed her the milk, “Drink this, it’ll relax you.”

Yolanda guzzled half the glass, burping in such a tremendous manner her belly wiggled.
“I‘ll obey, do whatever you say..”, Yolanda quietly uttered before finishing the glass.

“No more temper tantrums, right?” Rosaria questioned Yolanda.

Yolanda wiped her lips while nodding.

Marta and Rosaria swapped glances, Rosaria’s features as stern as her voice, “Then it’s off to bed for you, not another word.”

Yolanda puffed up cheeks and sighed, “Yes ma’am.”

Marta and Rosaria found it cute how Yolanda slowly maneuvered toward her room like a downtrodden young woman striped clean of her confidence and strength.

Rosaria inched herself closer to Marta, transferring her thoughts in a manic whisper, “I say we mix some more of those mushrooms in her food, keep her bedridden until the barbecue. Just imagine how being sedated for a week will be to our advantage. Hector does expect her big, right?

Marta was on board, “Being immobile and with what we feed her! I’m happy you’re the brains of the business.”


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[TheGreatestView]

Wow this story is moving along well. Nice job! How much is Yolanda weighing now? I wonder if she'll end up bigger than her sisters!

[Matt L.]

Hello,

Thanks for reading and your question. At this point Yolanda would be a few pounds heavier than 200.

Cheers, Matt

[Junketh71]

This was really good! Thank you for posting!

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Those mushrooms already seem to deliver a heavy punch taken from how confused Yolanda is at times and how incapable of applying a half way reasonable approach to everyday situations. The demise of her old attitude and beliefs is as astonishing as it is profound. A little more and Yolanda's keepers will have to deal with a number of unintended consequences I guess. Can't wait to learn more.

Kind Regards!

[Matt L.]

Thanks everyone, we're delighted you're enjoying the story. The next episode will be up shortly.

Cheers, Matt