by Matt L. » Thu Aug 22, 2019 11:40 pm
Yolanda arrived at Elsa’s mansion for work on Saturday only to be reminded by her boss that this weekend they were spending as friends.
Elsa down played her appearance to fit squarely into the semblance of a regular nine to five working girl. Elsa’s blond locks uncombed and she was garbed in a basic T-shirt and yoga pants.
“We have a while before going out, what if I make us some lunch and we can watch TV!” Elsa warbled in a spunky tone.
Yolanda’s expression took on a comical mode, “You no kidding bout this, ay Elsa?”
“Yeah!” Elsa exploded in laughter, “Think of me like a co-worker and friend, not your boss! So what you want for lunch?”
Yolanda dropped her bags on the floor and strummed her balloon shaped belly, “Wow! What you be having?”
Elsa wasn’t inhibited the least, “Bacon sandwiches and chips, and ice cream!”
“Me too”, Yolanda replied, turning toward the kitchen only to be interrupted by Elsa.
“Oh no you don’t! You park your butt in the front room, this weekend I wait on you!”
Yolanda answered with a bellowing giggle that ended with an absurdly loud snort, “Ay, as you wish!”
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A while later Elsa strolled into the living room with two bacon sandwiches for both of them, a large bowl of potato chips and colas.
“I’ll fix us ice cream, Yolie, when we’re done with this, okay?”
Yolanda swerved her eyes away from the TV screen, “Sounds like plan, yes?”
The females hearty noshed while watching a reality show on M-TV, the banter humorous and extremely cordial.
Finally Elsa made it a point to add one condition to their madcap weekend.
“There will be no talk about dieting or such nonsense, okay? Starting Monday I’ll get back to the grind watching my weight but this weekend I’m not going to worry about my dress size or what and how much I eat.”
“Ay, we be pair of hefty gals no excuse to diet, yes?” Yolanda giggled.
Elsa gulped her cola and after releasing a burp, concurred while patting her junior league potbelly, “Yup! I ain’t even going to wear a girdle tonight! I don’t even care I got a plump tummy!”
Elsa grabbed a handful of chips which she messily gobbled, speaking as she stood up from the couch, “Now what about some vanilla ice cream drenched with chocolate syrup and with bananas?”
Yolanda shook her head with a giddy smile, “Oh please, yes!”
Elsa smiled, a twinkle in her eyes, “I got a cool idea, what if for this weekend we pretend I’m your maid?”
“You loco chica, dat too crazy!” Yolanda chuckled.
Elsa straightened her posture, “I’ll return with your ice cream in a moment, Miss Monterey.”
Yolanda again chuckled but went along with the program, “That’s fine, Elsa. Make yourself a bowl too and join me.”
“As you wish”, Elsa nodded, she then excitedly strutted toward the kitchen.
Yolanda tapped her bulbous cheek, pondering in detail over Elsa’s appetite and figure.
“It would be for your own good to fatten up, then Marco would have no use for you”, Yolanda contemplated, “That belly does have potential to grow and your thighs are getting soft. Yes, there will be no talk of dieting this day or next, I’ll give it my best shot to turn you into a chunky heifer, a very chunky heifer!”
Yolanda’s imagination quickly went to work and she imagined a future version of Elsa who had failed at watching her weight, instigated by Yolanda’s clandestine sabotage.
*****
Yolanda bringing Elsa her dinner on a platter, lasagna, meatballs, cheese sticks and tacos.
Elsa was immensely fat, nearly 400-pounds, her circular shaped figure clothed in a pedestrian looking nightgown with big ruffle collar and of a faded pink hue.
Elsa anxiously rubbed her hands together, a wide smile on her ridiculously chubby face, anxiously bouncing up and down in her queen size lounge chair.
Although a glum expression inflated her whopper of a double chin, “Why such a small portion?”
“This is only the first course, Elsa!” Yolanda giggled, “There’s more, lots more!”
Elsa’s blond hair was limp and dirty, clinging to the sides of her face, her enormous breasts positioned over her gigantic belly which quivered while arming herself with a knife and fork.
“Goodie!” Elsa sang out loud, subsequently shoveling the food into her mouth.
Elsa’s balloon belly sticking outward, far and away from her body, inciting Yolanda to embrace the large billowy gut and chime, “Pardon me! You look so squishy; I had to give it a squeeze!”
Elsa peered at Yolanda with a distraught expression, “Are you making fun of me!”
Yolanda took a step back, patting her own podgy belly, “Of course not, Jelly belly! I got whopper here too! We‘re like sisters now.”
Elsa’s chubby upper arms jiggled in motion as she slipped the fork between her lips, chewing ardently, not a trace of humor over her fat face as she whimpered, “I got so huge!”
Yolanda squinted, although with a cheery smile, “Well yeah there’s more of you but don’t get in a huffy mood, you’ll spoil your dinner.”
~ Yolanda’s flight of fancy took a weird turn and Elsa began talking about work ~
“I hate that daddy demoted me, now I’m just an office girl, a secretary on top of it”, however Elsa began to smile, “But I do get to eat all I went for free in the cafeteria!”
“Well, you don’t have the stress any more without all the responsibilities, right?” Yolanda asked.
Elsa snorted, “Well, yeah! That’s cool!”
Yolanda kept the delusion up, “And well, now that Marco is out of the picture, you can meet a nice guy who will like you for who you are.”
Elsa slurped away a generous portion of lasagna, “Oh yes, I met a guy, he’s a janitor but he’s totally cute and flatters me with compliments!”
~~~ Elsa returned into the front room, snapping Yolanda out of her daydream. ~~~~
*****
Yolanda was borderline amazed but likewise ecstatic about the large bowl of ice cream that Elsa placed down on the coffee table for her to indulge.
Elsa had a bowl for herself as well, just as large and teeming with ice cream, syrup and bananas.
Elsa politely inquired if she may have a seat and enjoy Yolanda’s company.
Yolanda nodded, “Very well, Elsa. You may join me.”
As Elsa turned around, Yolanda caught a glimpse of Elsa’s rear which looked roomier and chubbier, shooting out over her spongy thighs.
“What a portly maiden you’d be if not for the advantages of a superior lifestyle…” Yolanda chuckled in her thoughts, “…if not for your home gym you’d be close to my size!”
Elsa made a silly yummy sound as she began devouring the ice cream, a cute smile popped on Yolanda’s face, and she gobbled up her bowl of ice cream with similar enthusiasm.
“I’m a little envious of you, sometimes”, Elsa affirmed, pausing briefly to lap up a spoonful of ice cream, contentedly chewing while she continued, “Counting calories isn’t mandatory for your profession, I’m obligated to guard my appearance, looks have much importance in my field.”
Yolanda winced, her expression curdling, “Whoa, no such talk, remember, you’re a maid just like me!”
The females giggled together, Elsa remarking with an amusing grin, “Sorry, I forgot!”
“And no big words too, Elsa!” Yolanda chuckled, “Try talking like English you second language!”
Elsa tilted her head, “Ay, I watch it, huh, Yolanda? Simple maid, no education, me poor at English…”
Yolanda slurped away a large spoonful of ice cream, “That’s better”, she smiled.
The afternoon went on, the friends each having a second bowl of ice cream, subsequently napping in front of the TV.
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Hours later the friends began to get ready for their evening. Elsa suggested having pizza because it was her favorite dish and starting Monday it was off limits for a while. Yolanda agreed and they would go to a nice pizzeria in a Los Angeles suburb, and then they would hightail it over to Elena’s home to join in on the regular Saturday night bash.
Yolanda wore her mane down, dusting her shoulders, and applied a modest amount of makeup over her chubby face. Yolanda dressed in a colorful Spanish style gown with short ruffle sleeves, naturally it advertised her girth, especially her belly and width of her hips, but she appeared arguably beautiful for a tremendously overweight babe.
Elsa added streaks of brown and auburn into her locks which she set in a ponytail with wavy curls decorating her forehead. The circular shape of Elsa’s face exaggerated in detail, a few pimples, and liberal with cosmetics, she now appeared less impressive and more run of mill in terms of status and looks.
A powder blue colored top and raggedly blue jeans completed Elsa’s guise for the evening.
Elsa’s potbelly positioned over the waistband appeared notably paunchy, and she had thick muffin tops, the jeans snugly embracing her butt and broadcasting the additional padding to her thighs.
Elsa had rented a car for the evening, an anonymous brown Chevy which could easily be presumed as insipid.
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First stop was a regular pizza joint in a middle class, majority Caucasian, neighborhood, for the first time ever Elsa experienced uncomfortable glances from the hostess, but they were eventually seated at the very back of the establishment near the kitchen.
The waitress was less than friendly, taking their order without much conversation.
They had ordered a jumbo pizza with the works, cheese sticks and a pitcher of cola.
“I’m getting to think some white people really do have a bias against Mexicans”, Elsa softly warbled.
Yolanda willingly provided Elsa with the facts, “Had you shown up in your expensive clothes and you hair so elegant, they shower you the best attitude but now you look poor and unimportant, another dirty Mexican lots these people thinks.”
“I’m beginning to think this was a bad idea”, Elsa grumbled.
Yolanda giggled with a snort, “Ay, forget these people, not all whites act this way. You eat and eat good, only thing about filling yo belly! We have good time, yes?”
Elsa firmly nodded, “Right! Screw them. We’ll have a nice dinner.”
The nice dinner wasn’t without a few unwelcome gapes from staff and patrons alike but the friends ate and ate heartily, even having cheesecake for dessert.
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“I think I put on 15-pounds alone from this meal!” Elsa giddily announced while cradling her stuffed belly.
“I no be happy until you put on fifty!” Yolanda ambiguously smirked.
“Us housekeeping woman, we no look after our figures so good!”
Elsa slid her hand over the slope of her belly, giving it a gentle squeeze, “You’re not kidding!”
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On their way out Elsa had to show her driver’s license to use her credit card to pay the check, receiving a final nasty look as the hostess rung up the bill.
“Don’t worry, Chica, we get to Elena’s and everybody treat you better!” Yolanda told Elsa.
Elsa sarcastically chirped, “We’ll be where those white people think we belong, with our own kind!”
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Elena and Rosa greeted Elsa warmly, and Yolanda introduced her to all the neighbors and friends.
Noticing Elsa having a specific fondness for the Mexican pastry, Yolanda continuously supplied her with plate after plate.
This activity didn’t go unnoticed by Elena who privately took Yolanda off to the side, “Maybe I’m crazy but it looks like you’re trying to fatten up your friend.”
Yolanda giggled, “Guilty!”
Elena reeled back her face, “What for? You that jealous?”
Yolanda smirked, “No, of course not. You must understand, if Elsa gets tubby, Marco will leave her alone.”
Elena squinted, “Oh, right, Marco has proven to be scum. I guess if adding inches to her waistline means Marco will lose interest in her, by all means, I’ll even help.”
Elena turned around giving Elsa a quick look over, “Well, she got a nice starter belly, if I’m any judge on females, she seems naturally chubby by design.”
Elena gestured with her hand, “Wait here”, and then slipped away from Yolanda, giddily approaching Elsa.
“Oh Elsa, honey, have you tried these burritos, I made them myself!” Elena chimed.
Elsa sweetly admitted she had and that they were scrumptious, Elena placed two more on a paper plate and handed them to her.
“There’s plenty, please eat up or I’ll be offended!” Elena chuckled.
Elsa rolled her eyes and giggled, “You don’t have to twist my arm, they’re outstanding!”
A moment later Elena returned to Yolanda, “Considering her appetite, she’s right on target for spandex slacks and muumuus gowns.”
Elsa had just finished the burritos when Elena brought her a gigantic slice of chocolate cake.
Elsa blushed with a funky smile, “That does look yummy, thanks!”
Elena slipped a fork into Elsa’s hand and then steered her over to the sofa, “Here you go, sit down and relax.”
Elsa favored Elena with an award winning smile, “You’re so awfully nice to me…”
“You’re Yolanda’s friend, so we think of you as family”, Elena conveyed, “Can I get you anything else?”
Elsa sampled the cake, her wide smile denoting her approval, “This might sound silly but milk would compliment this cake.”
Elena complied, bringing Elsa the milk in a big size beer mug.
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Elsa needed to unbutton her jeans to give her squishy tummy some breathing room, the rounded pooch mildly bulging away from the material.
Elsa closed her eyes briefly, sighing out loud.
It was Rosa’s turn to supply Elsa with a snack, overhearing Yolanda and Elena’s conversation; she elatedly volunteered to join in.
Elsa opened her eyes as Rosa settled a large bowl in her hands, an exotic Mexican-American dish with beef, beans, potatoes and rice in thick gravy.
“Oh, I don’t think so, I’m stuffed!” Elsa said politely.
“You try, you like it!” Rosa sweetly purred, grabbing the spoon, she fed Elsa a small portion.
Elsa smacked her lips, fluttering her eyes, “Damn, that is tasty!”
“I’ll refill your milk, you eat!” Rosa smiled.
Elsa held unto the spoon in a Bohemian fashion, and began consuming the dish, “Ok..ay..”, she uttered with stuffed cheeks.
From off to side Elena commented to Yolanda, “Look, she’s already a candidate for spandex!”
Yolanda peered over at Elsa, grinning at her spongy pouch bulging all out in the open, “How I wish I could get her to move in with you girls!”
“My husband would need a second job to afford the feed bill!” Elena giggled.
Elsa relished every bite without remorse, the cuisine had such an intoxicating taste, when Rosa returned with another beer mug filled to the brim with milk, she requested another helping of the Mexican form of goulash.
Rosa willingly conceded to the request, Elsa again closed her eyes, giving her tummy a massage.
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The party in full swing, a few handsome young hunks would sporadically mingle with Elsa.
Elsa was entertained with the flirting, and she flirted back to a modest degree.
There was one minor hitch that strictly hindered Elsa from circling the room, her tummy had become ridiculously bloated, she couldn’t button her jeans.
Rosa solicited a neighbor’s help and she was loaned stretch slacks. The slacks were ostentatious by design, a loud blue colored background with zigzagging pink, orange and green stripes. Furthermore the garment amplified the expanse of her pronounced belly.
Finally Elsa went about mingling, making a few new friends and having unadulterated fun.
Yolanda kept bringing food over to Elsa who didn’t complain at all.
“What ya think?” Yolanda inquired, “You fit well into our culture, yes?”
Elsa paused from nibbling on a taco, “Yeah, I never met people so uninhibited!”
Yolanda chuckled, “Stop using the big words!”
Elsa engaged in a hearty bite, smiling while she chewed, “Si, me remember, Elsa ordinary girl.”
The night progressed, Elsa played dominos, a little penny ante poker and even joined in on some dancing in the backyard; constantly eating beyond a rational limit.
The festivities concluding, Yolanda and Elsa thanked Elena and Rosa for a nice time, Elena making Elsa vow she would return for an afternoon of sampling traditional Mexican delicacies.
“I’d stop by and visit”, Elsa willingly agreed, “But after tonight I’m on a strict diet!”
Elena’s expression took a funky mode causing Elsa to giggle, “Well, I really shouldn’t diet too hard!”
Yolanda roped her arm around Elsa’s waist as they peddled outside and toward the car.
“You had good time, you see, though poor our culture got many excellent pleasures me tinks!”
Elsa concurred, taking the illiterate Immigrant route to appease Yolanda, “Si, Yolie, best fun me had long time…”
Elsa giggled while she continued, a hand over her tummy which protruded in such a manner that the fabric advertised its pronounced heft and roundness, “…Ay crumba! I eat like this all time and soon me fit into Elena’s clothes!”
Yolanda took advantage of Elsa’s good mood, humorously trying to influence her, “No worry too much, but diet take slow coz lose weight too fast, it get back mo vicious, then yo really be bigger!”
Elsa momentarily reflected, answering upon reaching the car, “Maybe you is right, me no hurry so much anyway, work out, eat healthy, but not like maniac.”
Yolanda smiled once inside the car and Elsa stated while fastening her safety belt, “We no rush things, ay, Yolie? Have impressive big breakfast tomorrow!”
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The needed to drive through Avers Street, the worst part of the slums, to get on the highway that would take them back to Elsa’s ritzy neighborhood.
On 21st and Avers Street, Elsa pulled up and stopped at a stop sign.
A young woman waving her arms in the air ran in front of the car screaming in English, “I need help! My friend was robbed, she’s hurt bad!”
Without thinking, Elsa unlocked her car and was about to leave the automobile, Yolanda reached over and grabbed Elsa, “No, don’t get out of the car!”
Elsa looked at Yolanda as the young woman continued pleading for help.
Elsa unfastened her safety belt to Yolanda’s adamant protest, “Elsa, this ain’t good!”
“They need our help!” Elsa shouted before climbing out of the car.
“Not in this neighborhood!” Yolanda yelled.
Elsa walked over to the young woman, “Where’s your friend?”
Yolanda watched as two other females jumped Elsa, knocking her down to the ground.
A hard banging on the passenger’s side window drew Yolanda’s attention; it was her old foe Bianca.
“Well, Jumbo, it’s been a long time!” Bianca maliciously remarked, “You look huge. Now get out of the car and maybe your friend won’t get hurt!”
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