by Matt L. » Tue Apr 02, 2019 9:41 am
Yolanda answered the door, one by one welcoming the intended chaperones who were escorting Jessie, Bianca and Raquel to the wedding.
They hardly acknowledged Yolanda, not much of a surprise, and genuinely fawned over Jessie and her posse.
Yolanda again felt the sting of jealousy over how well the females looked in their gowns and hair elaborately styled, and the guys making a big deal over them.
However, she did feel some amusement that all three of them were wearing body-shapers.
Yolanda hadn’t a minute to spare and hurried downstairs to shower, she had yet decided what to wear which was a difficult challenge since all her clothes were second hand if not pedestrian.
Once in the shower Yolanda lathered up fiercely, diligently washing, digging deep into every roll and crevice.
While drying herself off, Yolanda realized another dilemma.
Raquel had trimmed her hair so short, there were few options in styling her locks, and worse yet, her abbreviated mane made her face look genuinely fat.
Donuts and chocolates, her excuse to mildly binge in order to perk her up mood and to aid her wits in what exactly to wear.
Yolanda rubbed her face as she scrutinized her features, the layers of sheer blubber eradicating the classical Spanish features, reducing her face to a pudgy native ancestry.
Yolanda firmly handled the brush, pushing the locks back, and used a ton of hairspray to keep her mane at bay. Clothes first and then cosmetics, Yolanda tossed her clothes about searching for an appropriate garment.
Every dress was far too matronly or third world to wear at such a prestigious event.
Finally Yolanda settled on a flowing round collar top, a black hue and decorated with an orange and green floral design, and with short puffy sleeves.
Spandex slacks, likewise black, was the best she could decide upon.
Yolanda went a tad overboard with the cosmetics, especially the eyeliner and cherry red lipstick.
Stuffing a few candy bars into her purse, Yolanda made tracks to the bus stop and from there was off to the banquet hall.
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“Right!” the rail thin girl at the receptionist desk smiled at Yolanda, “Yolanda Monterey, you’re at table number 27!”
Yolanda nodded and replied a soft thanks.
“You made it just in time, they’re serving the first course in a couple minutes”, the girl added.
Yolanda wasn’t sure if that was a wise-crack about or size or not but walking into the reception hall, she froze in all out introversion.
The reception hall was jam packed, and she sized up the parade of wedding guests, the females chiefly.
The heavier females out numbered the svelte or moderately slender but even those with buttery figures looked every bit desirable and enchanting in beautiful gowns. Yolanda’s wardrobe appeared substandard for such a bash, and it was no surprise to her, among the younger crowd, she outweighed them all.
A waiter walking by must have noticed Yolanda’s stupor; her turned counter-clockwise, and favored Yolanda with some dignity.
“Miss? May I be of some assistance?”
Yolanda gulped a mouthful of air, strumming her belly in nervousness, “Table 27?”
“Yes, down toward the left, it’s in the back row”, the waiter said politely.
Yolanda began to waddle toward the back row, squeezing through the crowd.
There were three young teenage females and one woman a few years older than Yolanda at table 27.
All of them chubby to one degree or another, and all dressed to the hilt.
The woman introduced herself as Tonya Hernandez, her eyes glimpsing the place card which held Yolanda’s name.
“Yolanda Monterey? I know a Yolanda Monterey….”
Yolanda gazed back at Tonya, sweeping black hair, her ample figure in a snug green gown, this
was no stranger, this was her sister Natalie’s friend going as far back as grammar school.
Yolanda’s heart sank, how could she explain turning into a fat slob.
“….but you’re the not the Yolanda I know!” Tonya finished her sentence to Yolanda’s relief.
“Not to be rude”, Tonya continued in a causal manner, “But the Yolanda I knew, she was a real joke.”
Yolanda adjusted her chair away from the table to supply her belly with some wiggle room, “How’s that?”
“My friend’s sister, she wanted to fit in with the whites. It didn’t bother my friend so much but to me she was betraying our culture. Stupid girl, even though she went to college, I heard she’s now managing some resort in Mexico.”
“Yi-I-I!” Yolanda chortled for show, “Stupid chica!”
Tonya bestowed Yolanda a funky smile, “Yeah, this Yolanda was a show off and a tease. Very attractive. Oh how I wish she’d fattened up like a balloon while in Mexico!”
“Serve her right!” Yolanda chirped, “I hate those skinny conceited chicas.”
Yolanda relaxed, the banter between her and Tonya, and the young chicks, thoroughly cordial.
Yolanda kept an eye out for Eric, albeit to no prevail, but she did eat especially hearty.
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Eric was making the rounds, mingling with the guests, hoping yet not hoping Yolanda would show up.
There were a few gorgeous babes Eric had singled out as possible dates for the after banquet party at the motel.
One of them just happened to be Raquel.
“You look sooooo outrageous, look at you, very beautiful!” Eric roared at Raquel while her escort was at the bar with a few friends.
Eric gestured to the dance floor, inviting Raquel to a dance, “Hey, we haven’t had a dance all night!”
Raquel gently pushed him away, “You moron, my boyfriend is a cop, and very jealous!”
Actually the guy Raquel was with was a doorman at a downtown hotel but she wasn’t going to tell Eric that.
Eric wiped his brow, chuckling as he apologized, “I didn’t mean to get fresh, sorry, Raquel.”
Raquel grabbed Eric by the arm as he began to walk away, pulling him into her space.
“Why invite Yolanda if you’re avoiding her? Only a punk would do that!”
“I just got involved with the wedding, I don’t even know if she’s even here”, Eric replied.
Raquel took a domineering stance, “For your information she’s sitting in the back row, dumb ass! Even your sister noticed her.”
Eric slipped his hands into his pockets and whirled at the hips, “Oh alright, I guess I should say hello…”
Raquel pinched Eric’s arm, “Hey! That hurts!” he yelled.
Raquel sneered, “Stop acting like a fag and go over to her, now! Don’t make me kick your ass!”
Eric tossed Raquel an offhanded expression in which she retaliated, “What? This wouldn’t be the first wedding I’ve been kicked out of!”
Eric tucked his head between his shoulders and made tracks toward the area where Yolanda was located.
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Up until this point Yolanda had been buzzing to the other females at the table about Eric, as well as leisurely consuming a shocking amount of food. Yolanda spoke about having a crazy crush on Eric during high school and that recently they became acquainted again, and that it appeared that he was beginning to warm up to her.
Yolanda kept mentioning that Eric was cool, smart, thoughtful, cute -
Finally Tonya needed to ask, “You can’t be talking about Linda’s brother? Not that Eric?”
Yolanda demurely smiled, “Si, isn’t he a fox….”
Tonya nodded, presuming Yolanda as simply an inexperienced tubby girl who lacked male companionship and had no clue about what constituted a good catch or what guys were uncouth runts.
“Well good luck, my friend”, was the best reply Tonya could muster.
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Yolanda stood up the moment Eric came into view.
“I’ll see you all later”, Yolanda smiled at her table mates before waddling over to Eric.
Yolanda gushed over Eric who was in a blue tuxedo, shirt tail hanging out, and wine stain on shirt.
“Ay! Eric, you look so handsome, senior, like big shot!”
Eric blathered through his excuse about not looking for Yolanda earlier.
“I’m sorry, Yolie, I know I should have stopped by your table sooner but there were photo’s taken and um, all the family stuff…”
Yolanda took hold of Eric’s hand, fluttering her eyes, her elongated smile puffing up her chubby, rubbery cheeks, “its okay, we’re together now. Want to take a walk to the sweets table with me?”
Eric was a smidgen apprehensive, nervous that being with such a big young woman might open him up to some teasing. Eric looked over the room, the coast basically clear, agreed, “Okay..”
Eric gazed over at Yolanda while walking over to the sweets table, feeling obligated to compliment her appearance despite a longing that she never got fat.
“You look very nice, Yolie.”
Yolanda knew her attire wasn’t as appropriate or as exquisite as the other numerous female wedding guests and on top of that she was seriously overweight.
Yolanda slid her body against Eric, flashing a smile, “You’re so very sweet for mentioning but my clothes aren’t so correct for a wedding….”
“…thank you bunch anyway”, Yolanda added with a purr as she squeezed Eric’s hand.
Reaching the sweets table, Yolanda’s eyes grew as big as saucers, and she let loose Eric’s hand, helping herself in a frenzy.
Yolanda nibbled on a far range of cookies, cakes and Mexican pastries, finally she squeaked, “You no have any?”
“Not at moment, help yourself”, Eric replied.
Eric was startled at the sight, not only at Yolanda literally vacuuming the sweets into her mouth but the loud yummy sounds she made while chewing.
A few people walked over to naturally have a slice of cake or some other dessert, all of them momentarily watching Yolanda’s voracious exhibition.
“Can I get you a drink?” Eric inquired, simply an excuse to walk away so no one would deem them together.
Yolanda pushed a pastry between her lips, crumbs airborne as she spoke, “Ay, one minute, Eric. We get drink together.”
Eric stepped back, another couple minutes before Yolanda had consumed enough sweets to feed four people.
Again Yolanda took Eric’s hand, “Show the way, handsome senior”, she blushed.
They made a zigzagging course to the bar, Eric ordering a beer; he subsequently asked Yolanda what she would like.
Yolanda squealed a giggle, trying to recover her flirting skills, “Oh, oh! You wanting to get Yolanda drunk to have your way with her?”
Yolanda smiled, bouncing her beefy hip against Eric.
Eric stood flummoxed, Yolanda turned to the skinny female bartender, “Tequila straight up, please.”
The bartender nodded and went about her business, pouring the drink in front of them.
Eric couldn’t help himself, his eyes peering down at Yolanda’s huge round breasts.
Yolanda cracked a subtle grin while noticing, from there she downed the tequila like a sailor.
“Another, miss, please?” Yolanda asked the bartender.
The Bartender grabbed the bottle, looking into Eric’s face as she poured, he could read the bartender’s mind, “This chick with you?”
Eric took a quick swig of beer, Yolanda mischievously poking his big belly, “You know a secret?”
Eric shrugged his shoulders, engaging in another sip of beer, “What kind of secret?”
Yolanda sipped the tequila, her free hand roaming over his stout gut, “You’re a big sexy hombre..
Eric immodestly replied with a chuckle, “That’s no secret.”
The bartender giggled before walking away.
“Tell Yolanda about party later”, Yolanda teasingly smiled, her hand sliding over Eric’s pudgy waist, “You still me invited?”, Yolanda’s command of the English language leaving much to be desired.
Eric once again eyed Yolanda’s corpulent knockers, her fingertips interacting with his body, blossoming in arousal, he smiled while nervously conveying, “The party is…is at….the El Loco Mo…motel, on Avers Street…only the…the…wedding party is invited but you can be…be my guest..okay?”
Yolanda kept up with the flirting; however her technique had gone the way of the dinosaurs.
“Big strong man asking little Yolanda to motel party…” Yolanda cooed.
Eric fought hard to keep from smirking and held back his laughter when Yolanda described herself as little.”
Yolanda swept her hand over Eric’s shoulder and chest, sliding her fingers over his belly, “….Yolanda is flattered, you’re sweet….”
Yolanda slanted her body against Eric, her belly engulfing his, her breasts pressing against his chest, “….You attractive charm maybe I can’t resist, alone with man of my dreams.”
Eric skirted his eyes away from Yolanda for a moment, he quickly skimmed her upper arm, “I’ll get us our own room, but you know, if we keep it a secret, it’s more cool.”
Yolanda was aware that Eric was embarrassed by her weight, however due to her raging hormones, she ignored the fact, “I’ll make beautiful love to you…” she softly purred.
Eric shook his head; his hand landing on her hip, there was quite the blubbery padding.
“I have to get back to my family for a while, will you be okay?” Eric asked.
Yolanda gently grabbed Eric’s hand, placing it over her boob, “Wait later, baby, you have all of me.”
Eric heaved a sensual stunted sigh, his voice creaking, “All…of you?”
Yolanda winked, Eric replying with a gawky grin, subsequently backing away and then disappearing into the crowd.
Yolanda waddled back to the sweet table, Eric joining his kin and friends.
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After a while and flirting with one of the bridesmaids, Raquel butted in, “Hey, excuse the stud for a minute!” she said sarcastically.
The bridesmaid mouthed the words “Thank you“, to Raquel behind Eric’s back.
A safe distance away, Eric had a hissy fit, Raquel quelling him with a stern gaze.
“You taking Yolanda to the party at the motel”, Raquel didn’t ask, she told Eric.
“Yeah, Rocky, I’m taking her”, Eric said a little self-consciously, “Yolanda is sort of cute…”
Raquel squinted at Eric, firmly scolding him, “Sort of cute? You take a good look at yourself in the mirror lately? So what if she got fat? Years ago you fantasized about her, wish you’d have a chance. This is your chance now, weasel.”
Raquel clutched Eric’s hand, slipping him a pair of condoms.
“Get it done”, Raquel boldly remarked, “be a man for the first time in your sorry life.”
Eric wouldn’t admit it but Raquel intimated him, “Right, okay but we’ll see how things go, okay?”
Raquel hugged Eric tightly, whispering in his ear, “Maybe this will sink into that wasteland you call a brain. Yolanda got it tough now, she’s very fragile. Settling for a dreg just shows how much she has changed. Don’t louse this up for her; make her feel wanted, like she’s still a sexy beautiful woman.”
Eric began to sweat; he whispered back, “Why do you always have to be so hostile to me?”
“You wouldn’t respect me any other way”, Raquel replied.
Steadily pushing Eric away, Raquel turned around and made tracks to her date.
Eric sighed, rubbing his nose, he shrugged his shoulders.
“I really do think Yolanda is sort of cute…” Eric repeated his thoughts, and added, “…for a fat girl.”
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