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Postby Junketh71 » Fri May 31, 2019 2:24 pm

Well, this was one intense chapter - thank you very much for posting it.
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Postby dxm9999 » Wed Jun 05, 2019 4:08 am

Excellent chapter!
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Postby Matt L. » Fri Jun 07, 2019 9:35 pm

Thank you Junketh71 & Dxm9999, I appreciate the thoughts!

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Postby Matt L. » Fri Jun 07, 2019 9:42 pm


Natalie’s husband James helped out with the party before making tracks to his poker game. Setting up extra tables and chairs, lugging a pair of coolers, to be filled with soft drinks, outdoors and starting the grill.

Natalie had been holed up with Yolanda in her room for nearly an hour, and thus he promptly knocked on the door to let his sweetheart know he was about to head off to the card game.

Natalie, who looked ever so pleasant in a summery dress, withdrew herself from the room, approaching James rather excitingly.

“Honey, one minute before you go”, Natalie coolly addressed James.

James rubbed his eyebrow, “Did I forget something?”

Natalie wagged her head, “Nope but I need you to see something, it’s amazing I think!”

James patiently listened to Natalie buzzing giddily with a spunky smile, “I gave Yolie a makeover!”

James redundantly questioned, “Makeover? What kind of makeover are you talking about? I’m just getting used to her, you know, chunky.”

Natalie subtly giggled, “That’s the idea, baby. I invented a new image for Yolanda since she’s no longer the neighborhood vixen.”

“Oh-okay!” James playfully smirked, “Because she put on weight? You reinvented Yolie into what?”

Natalie gently patted James’s chest, then turned around and called out, “Yolanda! Say goodbye to Jimmy before he leaves to play cards!”

James directed his eyes toward Yolanda’s bedroom, a split second later, she wobbled into the hallway.

“Wow, Yolanda, you look…” James studiously gazed at his sister-in-law, “…very, very nice.”

Yolanda’s hair styled in a knotted ponytail, a trace of makeup over her chubby face.
Yolanda’s buttery - overly well-fed body equipped with a bubble gum pink T-shirt and stretch pants of a black hue decorated with Disney characters.

Somehow Yolanda resembled a milquetoast version of the all American girl next door.

Yolanda gestured demurely, tilting her head and rolling her eyes, her swollen cheeks flushing a pale shade of red.

“Aw, thanks, Jimmy, you really think so?”

James looked at Natalie, conveying with his eyes - I don’t know how you did it!

Feeling a sensible urge to embrace Yolanda with a hug. James did so and with a big smile, “Have a fun at your party…..”

The embrace coming to a conclusion, James jokingly added, “….don’t get too wild.”

Yolanda tugged at her T-shirt, “Oh wow, you never can tell!” she frivolously giggled back.

Yolanda’s wild years were indeed over; she was now as tame and modest as some inexperienced college freshman who spent more time at the library and watching TV than exerting her feminine charms.

Natalie escorted James outside, slowing walking to the car.
“Well, Jimmy, did I pull off a success or not?”

James was duly straightforward, his sparkling eyes equivalent to his wide smile, “I have to hand it too you, honey. I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think Yolie has always been mild-mannered.”

Natalie nodded with a giggle, “I know! It’s like I single handedly erased her past….”



The Backyard was swarming with friends and family, mingling abound while engaging in hot dogs and soft drinks.

Many of the guests were dumbfounded by the amount of weight Yolanda had packed on, and likewise to the changes in her wardrobe and demeanor.

“Yolanda’s a lot easier to be around now!” Candace Crosby, Natalie’s friend chirped.
“I wouldn’t recognize her if we met on the street”, another party goer admitted to Natalie.

Yolanda was polite and sociable, and a little silly while circling the yard, and entertaining her appetite.

Photographs were taken, and as a bonus Yolanda apologized to several of the guests she had once been uppity or dismissive years gone by.

“I have no clue what happened to Yolanda but getting heavier definitely has a positive effect on her personality!” Nancy Ortega shared with another friend who replied, “Yeah, she’s turned into a very nice girl.”

As it went, the evening was a pleasant affair, Yolanda basking in attention but not as the showy popular siren but a humble, practically sweet neighborhood girl.


It was Natalie who noticed Elena and Rosa with Sheila entering the backyard, lugging along various kinds of sweets.

Natalie greeted them, Elena introducing Sheila as Natalie directed them to the banquet tables.

Natalie’s eyes radiated a friendly shine as she took Sheila by the hand, “Nice meeting you…..”

Sheila’s hair in braids, illustrating a round chubby face that was agreeably cute, her dress depicting the cultural pedigree which she had adopted. A vivid green hue with roving yellow and red stripes, short puffy sleeves and V-shape neckline.

“Nice meeting you too”, Sheila smiled back, her tone suggestive that English was a foreign language.

Yolanda noticed Natalie addressing the Gonzales sisters, the young woman with them unfamiliar at first glance, the stellar amount of poundage Sheila had packed on had bloated her face and figure to a fairly unrecognizable degree.

Yolanda wobbled forward, her eyes interlocking with Sheila.

Photographs were one thing, witnessing the overweight sluggish young woman who was once the fiery energetic vixen in person was another.

The blubbery form on route to Sheila held no true resemblance to Yolanda but rather initiated the impression that she had always been quite heavyset, her getup eradicating her bad-girl image, promoting a conspicuous gawkiness which seemed natural to her character.

Similarly, Yolanda sensed Sheila’s size and garb denoted an ordinary female who grew up in the Spanish slum. Thoroughly entrenched in the Mexican culture and without a qualm pertaining to her humble and disadvantaged status.

The friends embraced, Sheila speaking Spanish as she welcomed Yolanda home; Yolanda replying in English, “Happy be me, seeing you, chica, long time no?”

Sheila couldn’t comprehend how Yolanda managed to get so fat, she was indeed familiar with the Gonzales sisters but this was crazy, she had to be twenty pounds heavier than them.

Yolanda gently took Sheila by her hand and together they joined Natalie and the sisters.

Yolanda swapped hugs with Elena and Rosa, quickly gazing over the sugary treats they brought, the sisters couldn’t have been any more surprised as their former nemesis gushed and giggled, “Wow! Cool! You made everything I love!”

Yolanda couldn’t resist a sample of funnel cake, munching on it obsessively while apologizing for her rude behavior years prior.

“I was nasty, right? Many mean things I say to yous, and wasn’t me vain and arrogant?” Yolanda squeaked, pausing for a moment to take another bite of cake, “Ay crumba! Me changed, me show very much respect to yous.”

A spurt of whimsy influenced Yolanda to stand along side Elena; she didn’t have to push out her belly to illustrate how it dwarfed Elena’s, “Me now bigger than you! Funny, right!” Yolanda chuckled.

Elena felt awkward, the girl she had envied now outweighed her, but instead of enjoying the moment, she unconditionally empathized with Yolanda. Certainly being so heavy after being so slim would be something of a challenge for the girl.

“Beauty isn’t measured by size, Yolie; you’re still very pretty…”

Yolanda interrupted Elena with a giggle that concluded with snort, “Pretty fat!”

Yolanda once again seized Sheila by the hand, a silly smirk remaining over her buttery face as she humbly stated, “Yolanda have a few minutes with Sasha, be back, soon have nice snacks you got us, okay?”

Yolanda turned around, tugging Sheila with her, their trek indoors only interrupted for a moment as Yolanda grabbed a bag of potato chips.

“My stomach is like a bottomless pit since I got fat!” Yolanda cheerfully announced in Spanish, and she continued while they briskly walked to Yolanda’s bedroom, “You have noticed I put on some weight?”

Sheila concurred, cupping her own bulbous belly, “You and me both!”

Yolanda closed the door, quickly gobbling up a handful of chips, she chirped, “I know, but still I’m mucho bigger than you! Funny, huh? Marco wanted me to help fatten you up and look what it got me!”

Yolanda posed in a stance that illustrated her butterball figure, giddily smacking her belly, “Look at me! I’m a whopper!”

Sheila was a bit relieved that Yolanda didn’t appear downtrodden despite blowing up into a balloon, yet she was well aware of the pride she had concerning her beauty, “You don’t regret gaining weight?”

Yolanda stuffed another handful of chips into her mouth, spewing crumbs as she chewed, “I have to learn to be okay with it, this is how I have to be….”

Yolanda snorted, her fat cheeks turning crimson red in embarrassment, “I know, I know, I look like a freak now…” she slowed her feeding to a crawl, “…..I don’t like it, but Yolanda the fatty is what I become…”

Sheila nodded, “It’s difficult for me too but I’m getting used to it.”

Yolanda giggled, “You look pregnant…”

“Yes, I’m five months along”, Sheila replied.

“No way!” Yolanda screeched, “That rat Marco did this to you?”

Sheila wagged her head, “No, Marco has thankfully disowned me; Jose Morales is the poppa…”

Yolanda expression took on a scared caliber, “Oh, no. Stay away from the gangs, Sheila! You get hurt!”

It had been a long time since Sheila’s proper name had been used, and she chuckled, “I’m Sasha Martinez now, the woman known has Sheila Marcus I no longer recognize.”

Yolanda heaved a sigh, “It’s my fault, Sasha. I ruined your life, your looks, your career, why was I so stupid listening to Marco…”

Sheila delicately cupped the sides of Yolanda’s face, “What is, is what is, no going back, I will do whatever I can, no feel bad. If I was still the district attorney I wouldn’t be your friend.”

“I have no right to be your friend”, Yolanda uttered, “I did this to you, I’m a bad person, a terrible person. But I will make it up to you, I’ll be your servant, visit often, clean for you, whatever you need, I will be your servant girl.”

Sheila cracked a beautiful smile, “We are still friends, please visit as often as you can. Both of us, we will handle our lives together.”

Yolanda wheezed, “You better person than me but we…”

Yolanda paused for a moment, and over the next thirty minutes they brought each other up to speed on their lives, including the lies spun by Jessie and Marco’s foul treatment toward them.

Sheila was totally disgusted by Marco’s actions toward Yolanda, sending her to Mexico, having her fattened, and then work for months as a housekeeper at their clubhouse.

Yolanda was equally shocked at Marco’s treatment toward Sheila, and Jessie’s lies.

“Jessie lied to me too”, Yolanda conveyed, “Making fun of me, and just being mean.”

Sheila was candid and positive, “Well, neither of us have to deal with Jessie and Marco anymore.”

From there Sheila brought up Jose and how well he respected her and that as soon as he would quit the gang, they would start a new life together.

It was certainly a strange twist when Sheila invited Yolanda to join her whenever she would move out of the slums; Yolanda had originally stated the same option to Sheila.

“Of course!” Yolanda didn’t need to contemplate, “I’ll be your baby’s nanny, and I’ll work hard for you!”

Sheila chuckled, “I appreciate your help but really, you’re my friend, okay. Not my servant.”
“Then I’ll do it out of friendship!” Yolanda smiled.

“Um, let’s go back to the party and try the snacks you brought!” Yolanda loudly announced.

Sheila agreed, and the friends hurried out of the room and returned to the festivities.


Sheila was thoroughly amazed at how much Yolanda could eat, and quite messily. Sheila’s appetite was admittedly voracious but she was a rookie compared to her friend who experienced no shame in her practically non-stop feeding.

It likewise caught Sheila’s attention that Yolanda had developed a personality that could be passive and subservient at times but regularly bubbly in a milquetoast mode.

Sheila would later bring this up with Elena, “Yolie’s not the confident tough girl like when we first met! Why she behaving…like Americans would say, dorky?”

This generated a big belly laugh from Elena, “You complaining? I think I prefer Yolie like this. She’s easier to get along with now. Her arrogance used to rub me the wrong way!”

Sheila nodded and shrugged her shoulders, “I’m no sure, I mean, she’s now a target for mean chicks, she’ll be made fun of I think. Right?”

It was then that Rosa chimed in, “I think as long as she stays in her own neighborhood she’ll be okay. She did have some ego, and lots of streetwise girls would take advantage of her now that she’s being soft and weak.”

Sheila glumly sighed, “Ay, her weight gain, getting so heavy, her former posse would pounce on her, she’s a big…um…easy target.”

“And the food, her appetite, Yolanda’s going to weigh 400-pounds for sure if she doesn’t learn self-control”, Sheila added.

The Gonzalas sisters looked at each other before turning to Sheila, Rosa candidly expressing their point of view, “Be her friend and look after her. That’s the best thing.”

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Postby Junketh71 » Sat Jun 08, 2019 4:17 am

Thank you for the new chapter. It was really good. Lol!
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Postby Matt L. » Tue Jun 18, 2019 9:54 pm

Hey Junketh71, Thanks for reading the story, I'm pleased your enjoyed the latest episode.

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Postby Matt L. » Tue Jun 18, 2019 9:59 pm

Yolanda wasn’t yet convinced she was up to joining her family at the neighborhood festival.

Yolanda hadn’t quite gotten use to her size well enough to socialize with Natalie’s friends and neighbors, but also in the mix was her paltry knowledge of the English language.

“People will think me a stupid head”, Yolanda complained to Natalie.

“You’re too young to be a spinster or a recluse, you deserve to have fun and enjoy yourself”, Natalie answered back. “Who knows, maybe you’ll meet a boy.”

Yolanda wagged her head, “I’m think not pretty companion for boys.”

Natalie cringed for a second, Yolanda was correct about English being a challenge.

However, Natalie’s level head prevailed, “Go out and don’t give a fudge about what people think. The old Yolanda would walk into the festival like she owned the place.”

Back and forth the sisters quibbled, for every point Yolanda made, Natalie had a counterpoint.

Finally after a solid ten minutes, Natalie made Yolanda a deal.

“Go with me, Jim and the kids and after a while if you’re not having a good time you can leave without any hassle from me.”

Yolanda shrugged her shoulders, “I guess.”

Natalie went on to explain that it was for Yolanda’s own good to get out of the house and that feeling self-conscious was natural but it shouldn’t prevent her from enjoying life.

“Spoken like a true big sister”, Yolanda said with her hands over her hips, a humorous smirk quickly advancing over her lips, “Whoops! Older sister sounds better…”

Yolanda stepped closer to Natalie, “…..I’m the real big sister!” she laughed.

“I’m glad you’re a good sport!” Natalie grinned, the sisters embracing.


The next day Natalie called out to Yolanda from the bathroom where she was managing her hair, “Twenty-minute Yolie! Hope you’re getting ready!”

Just like that the bathroom door opened, Yolanda comically stating, “What’s taking you so long, I’ve been ready since an hour ago!”

Natalie buzzed cheerfully, “You’re full of surprises!”

Natalie took a step back, nodding with a smile at Yolanda’s appearance.

Yolanda’s hair in an elevated ponytail, a modest degree of cosmetics over her pudgy face.
An oversize, flowing green T-shirt and plus size khaki shorts didn’t masquerade her ridiculously chunky girth but it provided Yolanda the look of a halfway fashionable young woman who didn’t appear to be ashamed of her plus size body.

“Don’t you look nice!” Natalie candidly exclaimed, “Go show Jimmy what you look like, he’ll be impressed!”

Yolanda was just as honest, “I didn’t want to embarrass you, Nat. All your friends be around, I couldn’t let them think you got a frumpy sister.”

“Well, thanks, I guess”, Natalie smiled, “How do you feel?”

“HUNGRY!” Yolanda teasingly shouted, “So can we go or what?”


For the most part Yolanda hung out with Natalie and the kids at the Festival, and naturally a bunch of her sister’s friends. James was knocking back beers and mingling with his pals, helping out with the barbecue. Yolanda’s other sister; Lydia was there with her family as well, but no Sheila or anyone else from the heart of the slums.


Yolanda abandoned a group of female neighbors momentarily to get another ice cream cone.
Just before reaching the line, a familiar voice she hadn’t heard in years called out, “Yolie! Yolie!”

Yolanda turned around; approaching her was Mrs. Soto’s son, Steve.

Yolanda lifted her eyebrows and congenial smiled at the moderately good looking young man, “Hey Steve!”

Steve came to a halt inches away from Yolanda, his eyes surveying her belly before looking at her in the face, “I saw your photos, now we see each other in person.”

Steve felt obligated to hug Yolanda which he did especially gently; he could feel the profound squishiness of her body even from the cheap embrace.
“Yolanda even smells fat”, the thought flew threw Steve’s mind.

Yolanda’s embrace was lukewarm as well; she wasn’t sure how he would deal with her becoming so big.

Steve did most of the talking, about himself, bragging about going to UCLA, although leaving out he was a part time student, and that he was dating some screenwriter’s daughter.

Yolanda solely mentioned how nice it was to be back home, and when Steve asked, “You still at the rinky-dink junior college?” Yolanda dropped her eyes.

“You’re working right?” Steve’s follow up question stung her just as hard.

“Yes, I’m like, housekeeper for this important hotel manager…” Yolanda artificially grinned.

“Nothing to be ashamed about, Yolie”, Steve’s smile likewise fake, he tactlessly blathered on, “We all can’t be professionals, somebody has to clean up.”

Yolanda nervously giggled, Steve adding, “As long as you do a good job, you won’t be thought as lower class.”

Yolanda was insulted but smiled through it, Steve kept yammering away, “We used to hang out at lot, remember? I think you were the first love of my life.”

Yolanda was caught off guard, finally he wasn’t saying anything derogatory, “Yes, we were close….” she humbly smiled.

“I really resented you when you got involved with the gangs, you forgot all about me”, Steve remarked, “I didn’t do you any wrong, you dumped me like a bad habit.”

Yolanda wheezed, nervously clutching her belly, “I’m sorry, I was rude to lots of people, I no mean hurt you…”

Steve unexpectedly chuckled, “I’m not hurt anymore, all water under the bridge!”
However, Steve frivolously added while gazing at Yolanda’s figure, “We’re different people now.”
Yolanda cracked a cynical eye, “I tink so…”

Steve chuckled; obviously amused with her struggle speaking English, “All things considered it worked out for the best.”

Yolanda skimmed over her fluffy big belly with her eyes, “Maybe?” she replied with a crestfallen snort.

“Nice seeing you though”, Steve continued, “We’re neighbors, we can still be friends…..”

Yolanda did feel insulted but the mechanics of her mind persuaded the conviction that she deserved the humiliation.

“You’re no kidding, we be friends, like in high school?” Yolanda bluntly inquired, “Hang out and stuff?”

Steve casually nodded, “Why not?”

Steve slanted toward Yolanda, giving her another quick hug, their bodies hardly connecting, “Stop by whenever, okay?”

Yolanda used her forearm to rub her nose, replying as Steve turned around, “I will…”

Steve had already disappeared into the crowd.


Yolanda was confused by the incident, questioning her former sweetheart’s sincerity but getting a double scoop ice cream cone rid her anxiety. She couldn’t feel downcast while enjoying ice cream.


The festival concluded at nine o’clock, but in the cozy confines of their backyard Natalie and James entertained their friends. A group of significant others, all except Yolanda, and Tomas.

Tomas had an off again - on again relationship with a factory worker, albeit currently she was back with her ex-husband, and his attempts at the festival for female companionship didn’t rate more than a little dancing and a mediocre degree socializing.

Tomas was a halfway decent guy in principle, solid manly features, black hair, never one to get dressed up for any event, and his personality could be described as hard-edged.

Tomas had always admired Yolanda from afar, back when she had a figure to show off, but his age and her attitude was akin to a ravine he couldn’t cross.

The couples sat within close quarters, drinking beer, humorous banter, Tomas sat at one end, occasionally joining in, Yolanda sat at the other end, rarely contributing to the shenanigans,

Tomas would discreetly look at Yolanda every so often, her blubbery body seemingly wedged into the lawn chair, her enormous belly spread over her lap, the insane size of her thighs.
“Why did she get so fat?” The thought running through Tomas’s mind a couple times.

Tomas felt somewhat lonely and was itching for some action. Yolanda being the only unattached female in close company, Tomas reviewed his potential in regard to making moves on her.

Tomas wasn’t all that crazy about heavy girls, even though his former girlfriend was very plump, but now the playing field was even. Would it really matter that he was five years older than Yolanda and worked as an auto repair technician at a second class garage. Yolanda couldn’t be so picky with men now that she had turned into the typical fatty.

Tomas walked by Yolanda on his way to the cooler for another beer, he noticed Yolanda’s eyes following him on route, and with a friendly smile.

“Ain’t like I have to marry her”, the thought bleeped through Tomas’s head.

Reaching down, Tomas snagged a can of Apache’s Finest, and swiftly spun around, “Wanna another beer, princess?”

Tomas wasn’t quite sure why he referred to Yolanda as princess but he did acknowledge being nice would aid in his conquest to lay down some pipe.

Yolanda favored Tomas with a gawky smile, and screeched a giggle while hoisting upward her 2 liter of Pepsi, “I’m set!”

Tomas lost his nerve for a senseless moment as he strutted by Yolanda; her face had surrendered to the fatty tissue making her look more the pedestrian housewife than the exciting siren.

“That’s cool!” Tomas grinned, peddling as fast as possible to return to his chair.

There was a thunderous burp that Yolanda didn’t bother to control, and with a dreary grunt pulled herself up from the chair, “I be calling it a night me think”, she announced.

Tomas stopped in his tracks, and marched back to Yolanda.

Tomas’s expression exaggeratedly comical, “You can’t leave me alone with all these old married couples!”

Yolanda blinked, rolling her shoulders, she gestured toward the large glass patio door, “I was going to watch some TV, you can join me.”

Tomas swerved his face toward his collection of friends, and then back to Yolanda.
“Okay”, Tomas’s smile completely cheesy.

Yolanda held unto the Pepsi, Tomas couldn’t believe she wasn’t using a glass but consuming the beverage straight out of the bottle, and interrupted the merriment between Natalie, James and company.

Natalie was fine with Yolanda retreating inside to watch TV with Tomas, James was borderline okay with it but his facial expression conveyed without words - are you kidding me?

James knew Tomas was no fan of thick chicks, and that he could be at times unscrupulous.
However, James deduced it was probably harmless, hopefully.

Tomas walked indoors behind Yolanda, her humongous ass, swaying from side to side, with balloon shaped butt-cheeks distending inches away from her meaty body, hovering over huge thighs encased in buttery flab.

Reaching the family room. Yolanda’s eyes sparkled, giggling aloud, “After knowing me for years, this is the first time we’re alone.”

Tomas awkwardly grinned, “You were all about yourself, and my friend’s sister in law, I guess that had something to do with it.”

Yolanda timidly wheezed, her stance becoming relaxed, “Golly, Nat used to get so upset with me when I’d prance around in barely nut’n, leading you guys on. I realize that was wrong. I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize…” Tomas stopped there, bringing up how much the guys enjoyed Yolanda showing off her figure would be pointless.

“What would you like to watch?” Tomas asked.

Yolanda tossed Tomas the remote, suggesting they channel surf until they found something they both would like to watch.

They hardly watched TV at all during the 45-minutes spent alone with each other. Instead they talked, conversing like old friends who hadn’t been around each other for decades.

Yolanda never had any real interest in Tomas, he was simply James’s pal, another economically challenged, shot and beer guy who surprisingly made it through high school.
Yolanda now saw Tomas differently, 5 years older - no big deal, mechanic - at least he wasn’t a criminal, looks - not bad, average but attractive; Yolanda soon found herself swooning over the lummox.

Tomas was witty and sweet. Not the sharpest tool in the shed but Tomas was wise enough to comprehend this wasn’t the same Yolanda Monterey he had the hots for years earlier.

Yolanda’s character had softened, just like her body; she didn’t have the arrogance or confidence, or smarts. Instead Tomas considered Yolanda a klutzy, tame chick who couldn’t dazzle the socks off a loser. Tomas could detect Yolanda’s self-conscious vibes and while she was indeed a hefty package, he found her amusing and a little cute in a fat girl way.

Tomas held back his giggle as Yolanda tossed back the 2 liters Pepsi bottle, slurping away a greedy gulp, she bellowed a sonic burp, then laughed.

The night played on, Yolanda consuming the attention shown by Tomas, captivated and giggly.

Tomas preferred Yolanda’s stunning physique, albeit if she hadn’t changed, he wouldn’t be alone in the same room with her. Yolanda wouldn’t have given him the time of day, this version of Yolanda was extra accommodating.

“Well this could be interesting”, Tomas commented in his thoughts while Yolanda rambled on about trying to resume a normal life after piling on the pounds.

Tomas nodded and grinned to be polite, his thoughts centered on Yolanda’s personality, “No ego, no attitude, that alone puts you in another league.”

Yolanda continued to drone, bubbly but yet annoyingly dramatic, “…..I guess lots of skinny…”

Tomas steered his eyes into Yolanda’s, interrupting her not so much in actual chivalry but to make himself appear genuinely nice, “I still think you’re beautiful.”

Yolanda brought her hand over her heart and sighed, “Aw, thanks but you’re just being nice.”

Although Yolanda was correct, Tomas played it up, “So what if you gained weight, only a superficial moron would think you’re not a charming young woman.”

“I want to marry you!” Yolanda jokingly squealed.

Tomas knew the right buttons to press, “I only wish I was closer to your age, you’re a rarity, Yolie, very sweet and really beautiful.”

Yolanda fidgeted with her shirt, “I can’t believe you’re saying this, Tomas. I mean, I believe you but knowing what I looked like and my bullshit attitude, why you so nice?”

Tomas expressed his thoughts, although fairly deceitful, “I’m no wealthy playboy, I’m a common guy, I appreciate a woman for more than what is on the surface.”

Directing his body upward from the chair, Tomas approached Yolanda, a syrupy smile over his face, “And make no mistake, so what if you’re not skinny, you’re very attractive.”

Yolanda sniffled, “You say such pretty words…”

Tomas leaned over Yolanda; she held the Pepsi bottle against her ample cleavage, “Lots of good that does me. I’m too old for you.”

Yolanda’s brow wrinkled, “I wouldn’t say that…”

Tomas heard the big sliding door open and he corrected his stance, making it back to the chair just as Natalie and James strolled into the family room.

The party over, Natalie and James chattering away, unaware they interrupted the romantic moment.

After a few minutes, Yolanda suggested tidying up the patio, and Tomas mentioned not wanting to over stay his welcome.

James said goodnight to Tomas then made tracks to the bathroom, Natalie’s intuition told her something was up and she directed her attention on Yolanda in mother hen mode.

“Not too late, Yolie. Straighten out the patio and that’s all!”

“It’s only a little after midnight, I’m not a teenager”, Yolanda squawked.

Natalie bestowed Yolanda a stern look, “It’s forty-five minutes after midnight.”

“When I was on the streets lots times I wasn’t in until dawn”, Yolanda huffily replied.

“My house, my rules”, Natalie said cracking a smile, “But if you’d rather go back to the slums…”

Yolanda knew Natalie was being factitious, there was no way this version of Yolanda could survive on the streets, but the thought was scary.

“Si, okay”, Yolanda wheezed.

Natalie gazed over at Tomas, she was aware that he wasn’t there because he admired Yolanda’s personality.

“I want to try to get Yolie back on a normal sleeping schedule. It’s unbecoming for a young woman to sleep so late in the day”, Natalie told Tomas, adding as she turned to Yolanda; “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Nat”, Yolanda grumbled.

“You have 15-minutes!” Natalie addressed both of them, “And don’t make me have to come outside.”

Natalie wasn’t all that cool about Yolanda being with Tomas, an older guy and barely suitable as a companion, however it would be a step in the right direction for Yolanda concerning her self-esteem.

Tomas politely bid Natalie goodnight, Natalie obliging Tomas the same.


“Tomas, were you about to ask me out on a date?” Yolanda inquired while they stood outside on the patio.

Tomas reached out, gently grabbing Yolanda’s forearm, “I was going to kiss you…”

Yolanda’s face took on a jovial expression, giddily in motion, her buttery belly quivering as it pressed against Tomas.

“Oh wow, for real?” Yolanda giggled.

Tomas turned, looking at his friend’s abode, he was struck with apprehension, whether it was guilt or what not, he couldn’t put the moves on his friend’s sister in law while standing in his backyard.

“Come with me, spend the night at my place”, Tomas persuasively smiled.

Yolanda cleared her throat, anxiety producing a solid snort which caused Tomas to reel back his head.

“I’d like to go home with you, Tomas”, Yolanda warbled tensely, “But Nat would give me a hard time…”

Tomas’s level head prevailed, realizing that James wouldn’t approve of him shaking up with Yolanda.

“You’re right, princess, that would be a bad idea”, Tomas smiled, “Jimmy and Nat would give me hell if they knew what we’re up too. It got to be a secret.”

Yolanda placed her hand over Tomas’s shoulder, “You understand, they’re protective of me.”
“Walk me to my car, won’t you?” Tomas asked.

Yolanda gripped Tomas’s hand, together they advanced toward the driveway where his sedan was parked.

“I was such a bad ass, now I’m a cream puff”, Yolanda sighed, “I’ve changed so much.”

Reaching Tomas’s car, Yolanda let loose his hand, leaning against him, she subtly smiled, “If you get a change of heart over night and no wanna see me, its okay. I know I ain’t the skinny little babe no more.”

Tomas briefly looked downward, although years earlier Yolanda had lead him on, he couldn’t do it to her.

“No, like I said, you’re still very attractive”, Tomas was less than truthful but he didn’t want to hurt her, “We’re hook up later, maybe its better this way, if we don’t do it now, I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“Weren’t you gonna kiss me?” Yolanda smiled.

Tomas fastened his hands to Yolanda’s hips, thoroughly padded with fat, and brought his lips to hers. Yolanda pressing her body against Tomas, her breasts squishing against his chest, Tomas giving her blubbery butt-cheek a squeeze.

The embrace lasted less than a minute, Tomas pulling away.
“I better leave before this gets out of hand…”

Yolanda rolled her eyes, sighing noisily, “Huh-uh, no kidding.”

Tomas affectionately smiled then hopped into his car, Yolanda watching as he drove away.


Yolanda felt attractive for the first time in a long time, having the impression that Tomas accepted her size and weight.

Tomas was conflicted; he had always been fond of Yolanda, and despite his compliments not being on the level, an amorous event with her might just be fun. Tomas only wished that he could have mowed Yolanda’s lawn before she turned into such a fatty.

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Postby Junketh71 » Wed Jun 19, 2019 1:44 pm

Looks like Yolanda's fortunes are changing once again. Yay for her. Thank both of you for the new chapter.
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Postby Matt L. » Tue Jun 25, 2019 10:34 pm

Thanks Junketh71, the next episode will be up shortly.

Cheers, Matt
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Postby Matt L. » Tue Jun 25, 2019 10:40 pm

They were arranged in Elena’s backyard, Sheila relaxing on a lawn chair drinking iced tea while Yolanda hung her friend’s wash on the clothesline.

“You don’t have to pamper me, Yolie, “it’s cool between us”; Sheila smiled, massaging her huge pregnant belly, “I don’t hold what Marco did to me against you.”

Yolanda turned around, her dark locks in a bun style which accentuated the roundness of her pudgy face, her balloon shaped body in a Mexican style housedress, a hand-me-down from Elena, and it was a tight fit.

“Ay, remember I promised I’d give you a hand, so you take it easy, when you want another drink, I’ll get it”, Yolanda chirped, resuming her task at a slow pace.

That afternoon the friends had already dished out the local gossip, and Sheila had told Yolanda about her plans for a romantic dinner with Jose later in the week. Although there was indeed something of a rumor that Sheila heard from Elena that got it from Natalie. Sheila was boiling over with curiosity and flat out asked, “I heard you made an impression on some guy at the street festival yesterday. Well?”

Yolanda gushed and nervously snorted, “Ahhh, Nat can’t keep her big mouth shut!” she giggled.

“Is he cute?” Sheila smiled her follow up question.

Yolanda turned around, anxiety causing her to wheeze and snort, she anxiously and tautly ran her hand sideways over her big blubbery belly, “I didn’t mean to keep it from you, it’s just that he’s a little older than me, I thought you’d criticize me because of that.”

Sheila wagged her head, “Don’t be silly, of course not.”

“Well, then, I guess he’s cute”, Yolanda bashfully smiled.

Yolanda walked over to where Sheila was seated, her strut bungling as her beefy form jiggled and wiggled with her movement. Yolanda finally came to a halt upon reaching Sheila, speaking with one hand over her gooey fat encased hip, “Tomas, he’s my brother in law’s friend. Gosh, he made a big deal over me; do you think that means he likes me?”

“What’s there not to like”, Sheila smiled, “You’re a very sweet, very nice young woman.”

Yolanda patted her stomach, “Yeah but when I first met Tomas years ago, I was completely skinny, now look at me! I weigh double Tomas’s weight, that’s for sure!” she squeaked a mind-numbing squeal.

“Just be yourself, let Tomas get to know you all over again”, Sheila conveyed with conviction, “This may turn out very positive for you.”

Yolanda squinted, “Be myself?” she chuckled.
“Ay crumba, that’s not easy, I changed so much, it’s crazy!”

Sheila sipped her iced tea before replying.
“What they did to you in Mexico, you were so fiery and confident, how could you have changed that much?”

Yolanda laid her hand over her burgeoning curvature of belly and yanked it upward, “Oh mamacita! Have I changed! I feel so dopey and weak now, getting fat humbled me I think.”

Sheila affectionately sighed, “Oh Yolie, I’ll do whatever I can to help you out. Maybe a spark of the old Yolanda is still there?”

Yolanda giggled, “Don’t bet the barn!”

Yolanda turned around and skipped back to her chore like a smitten teenage girl who was noticed by the cool guy at school.

“Tomas is, um, very Mexican-American, he doesn’t speak Spanish!” Yolanda giddily chimed, “But he treats me very nice, I think he really cares about me!”

Sheila’s smile grew in length, puffing up her apple cheeks as Yolanda happily spoke about Tomas non-stop.


Natalie spoke over the phone to their mother over current events;

“Jim has no idea but Yolanda seems definitely infatuated with his friend, Tomas Alvarado!”

“Oh, I remember Tomas, he doesn’t seem so bad a guy, are you that concerned?” Mrs. Martinez inquired.

Natalie was honest, “No, yeah, maybe, a little? Tomas would be nice for Yolanda to get out of her rut but as for regularly dating or a legitimate relationship, no way! She can do better than him.”

“What rut are we talking about me dear?”

Natalie plainly answered her mother, “Not being involved with the opposite sex since putting on weight, you think she can function normally now that she’s not eye candy?”

Mrs. Martinez chortled, “Sweetheart! It’s just like riding a bike, you never really forget.”

“I guess”, Natalie cringed her reply, “But Yolie’s different besides just her looks, she’s soft, fragile, she can get hurt very easily.”

“How many hearts did Yolanda break!” Mrs. Martinez firmly stated, “But you learn by getting hurt. She’ll have to rely on her instincts, they won’t fail her.”

A moment of silence, Mrs. Martinez brought some humor into the conversation, “I could never see your sister as housewife material, now, well. Let’s hope she meets that right guy, and soon. She should have more babies.”

“Yolanda has become the pregnant and barefoot type, hasn’t she?” Natalie giggled, “I guess I can see her keeping house, looking after her man, and kids. You know when she starts breeding, she’ll get incredibly enormous!”

“Isn’t that the truth”, Mrs. Martinez replied, “Since she won’t be going back to college, can you think of anything better for her other than being a housewife and mom?”

“I can’t say I can!” Natalie sweetly chuckled.


Yolanda had dinner with Sheila, Elena and her family, which was a comfort to Elena who showed her affection with food.

It was Sheila’s duty to wash the dinner dishes, a task that she actually volunteered, but that was no doing where Yolanda was concerned. She told Sheila to relax and have another slice of pie or ice cream while she labored over the sink, “You’re eating for two you know!”

Sheila giggled, seizing both the pie and ice cream, and some cookies, “Don’t take this the wrong way but I think I’m going to get as big as you before this baby gets born!”

Yolanda screeched in laugher, “Ay Chihuahua! I hope not!”

Yolanda busied herself with the dishes, “Tomorrow I’ll be over, maybe around noon, I’ll put fresh linens on your bed, clean your room too.”

Sheila paused from feeding, “No, Yolanda. Please. You‘re not my servant.”

Yolanda turned away from the sink, “Ay, in your ah, um, delicate condition, I so want to help, make things easier for you.”

Sheila sighed, “I can’t change your mind?”

Yolanda wagged her head, “Why would you want to, be lazy for a change.”

“Very well”, Sheila smiled.

Yolanda was feeling pretty good about herself, she had resumed her friendship with Sheila and there was a guy interested in her who didn’t seem bothered that she out weighed him.

Having a minor resurgence of her confidence back, Yolanda made a stop by Steve later that evening, after all he did tell her to drop by whenever she wanted.

Mrs. Soto answered the door, smiling at Yolanda as she slowly gravitated unto the front porch, “Sorry, Yolie, Steve isn’t home, he won’t be home to late tonight.”

Yolanda sweetly explained about seeing Steve at the festival and that he had put it out there that they were still friends.

“Yes, Steve told me”, Mrs. Soto told Yolanda, “Remember that, okay? You’re just friends.”

Mrs. Soto’s remark sounded something like a warning to Yolanda, “Did you expect me to think otherwise?”

Mrs. Soto seemed a little edgy, “Well, I remember you being smitten with him back in the day; I only hope you’ve matured and realized that things don’t always stay the same.”

“Huh?, Yolanda’s eyes grew wide, “You think I came here to seduce your son?”

Mrs. Soto coldly replied, “No, I’m just saying that he doesn’t think of you in the same way, that’s all.”

“Steve told you that?” Yolanda inquired.

“Yes, so be gracious about it, you’ve both changed.”

Yolanda noticed Mrs. Soto’s eyes drop, squarely looking over her belly.

“You’re saying I’m too fat for your son?” Yolanda coarsely blurted.

“Maybe you can diet or something, please remember that Steve has advantages he didn’t have as a kid, in his circle it would be an inconvenient situation for him if you tagged along.”

Yolanda’s chins inflated, “Does Steve think I’m too fat or is that your opinion!”

“Oh this is awkward”, Mrs. Soto grimaced, “You’re not Steve’s type, okay?”

Yolanda emotionally grunted, “Steve said that? Told you that?”

“Hey, don’t get upset about it!” Mrs. Soto retorted, “You’re friends, leave it at that!”

Yolanda nasally sighed, using her forearm to wipe away her tears.

Mrs. Soto eased her temper, trying to be as sensitive as possible, “Yolanda, you’re a big girl. Let’s face it, unless you do some serious dieting most guys won’t consider you dating material. I mean how can you expect to compete with skinny girls when you’re so fat.”

“How can you be so cruel to me?” Yolanda dejectedly peeped.

“Hey, if I’m coming off harsh, excuse me but I think I’m doing you a favor”, Mrs. Soto uttered, “If you were somewhat overweight it wouldn’t be so bad but you’re huge.”

Yolanda didn’t know how she did it but somehow she was off the porch and was standing on the walkway, wheezing and blathering, “I know I got very fat, it’s uncomfortable and it sucks! I hate how I look; I’m a mess, a big fat mess!”

Mrs. Soto folded her arms, unsympathetically peering down at Yolanda “Then do something about it!, I won’t have my boy seen with such a blimp!”


Yolanda arrived home; she held back her hurt feelings only speaking to Natalie and James about her afternoon with Sheila and Elena which was very enjoyable.

Yolanda once again felt truly disgusted about her weight, and what little confidence had returned was erased. Wallowing in an above average mode, Yolanda finished off what leftovers there was from dinner, and then turned her appetite to a can of corn beef harsh, peanut butter which she put on donuts, and chocolate.

In the course of her nibbling, Yolanda reflected over the conversation she had with Mrs. Soto, and once again she put the blame on herself. Fat girls didn’t deserve respect, they were undisciplined and lazy. However, there was one thought that ricochet through her mind when it came down to being dating material. Tomas, maybe because he was older, seasoned; she wasn’t too fat for him.

Yolanda’s foul mood having been somewhat quelled by thoughts of Tomas, she reacted in accord with her expected behavior, consuming half a tub of French vanilla ice cream.


Tomas was standing over the car’s hood, pausing for a cigarette break when the shop’s manager, walked in.

“Hey, there’s some girl here to see you”, The manager told Tomas, “Want me to send her here or you wanna go out to see her?”

Tomas took a drag from his smoke, “Let me wash up, I’ll be out in the lobby in a minute.”

The service station where Tomas labored was basically an auto repair shop with a few gas pumps, a throw back to an era when gas stations didn’t have mini-marts.

Tomas took another drag, “Did she give you a name?”
“Yolanda, she’s a Mexican girl”, the manager replied.

“Never mind”, Tomas said while advancing out of the garage toward the door which lead to the lobby.

Tomas hadn’t thought about Yolanda since the night of festival, nothing personal, it was just a no-frills flirting excursion for him, nothing special.

Tomas emerged into the lobby where Yolanda stood, and he knew the instant their eyes met, she had a far different opinion concerning their moments together after the festival.

Yolanda’s hair was neatly comb and parted on the side, cosmetics applied modestly giving her abnormally well-fed facial appearance a naturally sweet quality.

Yolanda wore a long flowing blouse which was the most fashionable article of clothing she had worn in over a year. Pink, peach and orange in color, the neckline oval shaped, the bottom of the garment decorated with fluffy ruffles. The same khaki short pants completed her apparel.

Tomas thought Yolanda looked decent but not especially appealing.

“How are you?” Tomas sprouted off, “Can I do something for you?”

Yolanda looked over at the vending machines, eating would calm her nerves.

Resuming her attention on Tomas, Yolanda smiled, “I’m on my way to see my, ah, thought since the bus stop ain’t far from here, I stop, say hello. You remember what we talked about Saturday night?”

Tomas ran his hand through his hair, looking downward while mangling his words, “Right, Saturday, the festival. We talked a lot; you shared a lot of information….”

Tomas’s manager, Wendell Waltz, was an old school type of guy, gray hair with matching mustache, well into his seventies, the kind of hombre who didn’t believe in retirement.

“Damn it, Tomas, offer the girl a drink!” Wendell chuckled.

Tomas shot Wendell an ambiguous stare, the older gent walked over to Yolanda.

“We got bottle water, root beer, and Pepsi. It’s diet Pepsi though..”

Yolanda cringed at the sound of ‘Diet’, “Ew! Root beer then, if that’s okay.”

Wendell positioned himself in front of the vending machine, fumbling through his pockets for change.

“I swear I don’t know what’s wrong with these young bucks today. They don’t have the idea that making a women comfortable is foremost an obligation if you like them.”

Wendell brought Yolanda a can of root beer. Even opening the can before handing it to her.
“Thanks, you very nice…” Yolanda smiled.

Wendell nodded, “That’s fine. I’ll give ya your privacy, but you’re damn pretty, I got tell ya that.”

On his way out of the lobby, Wendell playfully smacked Tomas at the back of the head, “What’s wrong with you!”

Yolanda sipped her root beer, her free hand glued to her belly, “Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“It’s okay”, Tomas replied, “I remember now, I talked a lot too.”

“You said many nice things about me, and asked me out on a date”, Yolanda’s stood in a rubbery stance, rolled over shoulders, a deflated look in her eyes, “Nice words but hollow, yes?”

“I like you, Yolanda, I’ve always liked you”, Tomas awkwardly grinned.

“Ay, you liked me better back then, too bad for you Yolanda Monterey nothing to brag about..”, Yolanda despairingly snorted,

Tomas lit another cigarette, his mind reviewing Yolanda from back when she wore bikini tops and short-shorts. The flirting Yolanda contributed back then was just as hollow, putting on tantalizing exhibitions for her own amusement, showing off what they couldn’t have.

Tomas cracked such a wide smile that it took Yolanda by surprised, and she reciprocated the grin.

“Yes?”, Yolanda inquired, hoping that Tomas would admit some attraction to her, after all, considering what Mrs. Soto had said to her, her self-esteem was in bad shape.

Tomas quickly questioned how much he really liked her, and if she was worth his time. Still, now that her heyday had been depleted, wouldn’t she be a little extra attentive and affectionate.

“You’re right, and I apologize”, Tomas half-smiled, “I do you think you’re very sweet and cute…”

The idea to hold back buzzed through Tomas’s head, she was haughty, now make her have to work for his attention.

“…..and this has nothing to do with getting heavy but as much as I would like to date you, I can’t…” Tomas appeared dramatically in turmoil.

Yolanda’s plump double chin inflating as she pouted, “You have girlfriend, this I knew!”

Tomas wagged his head, “No, Yolie, that’s not it. Sally’s back with her ex- husband, she has nothing to do with this.”

Yolanda reeled her face backward, lifting an eyebrow, she tensely grunted, “So what, you got no choice, you won’t date me coz?”

“Because you’re Jimmy’s sister in law, I wouldn’t want any bad blood between us if I dated you.”

Yolanda twisted at her chunky waist, “I’m not looking for marriage! We date, have fun, nothing more…”

Yolanda paused, her heart definitely on her sleeve, “…if you get know Yolanda better, could be relationship if feelings go stronger…”

Yolanda closed her eyes, she sighed, “I get excited, my English no so good.”

“I never noticed”, Tomas said frivolously, causing Yolanda to laugh and playfully punch his upper arm.

“You grand kidder!” Yolanda squealed, “Funny, funny, man!”

Tomas rubbed his arm, eye contact was flimsy but he perpetrated a reasonably friendly smile, “You want to go out tomorrow? We’ll have dinner wherever you want.”

Yolanda’s face swelled in excitement, Little Nicky’s! That be okay?”

A relief to Tomas, he wasn’t going to shell out big bucks to take Yolanda to a nice restaurant.

“That’s cool, sure”, Tomas replied.

Yolanda sighed with a contented smile, fluttering her eyes as she gazed at Tomas.

Tomas felt a little guilty about lying to Yolanda but she was once a heartless flirt.

“If fat girl Yolanda wants some fun, a little romance, fine by me”, Tomas smiled in his thoughts, “she got a big tab to settle for leading me on!”

Tomas gave Yolanda a hug to cement the date; she practically melted in his arms.

Yolanda gushed, pitching her arms over Tomas’s shoulders, “What ah, um time you picking me up?”

Tomas seemed to feel Yolanda’s every pound, the squishy fat merging with his body, “I guess when I get done with work, six-thirty-ish? How about meeting me here though. I’m not crazy about James and Nat knowing about our dating just yet. I think we ought to see how it works out for us first, then spring it on them.”

“Dating?” Yolanda questioned.

“We’ll see how tomorrow goes, okay?” Tomas replied.

“But you like Yolanda, every ting you say Saturday true?” Yolanda smiled but her eyes held an apprehensive gleam.

Tomas was put on the spot, what he said was said in the heat of the moment, and true to only a slight degree. However, he didn’t want to harm his chances in having a casual romance with Yolanda, and thus he boldly smiled, “Of course, princess. You’re gorgeous….”

Tomas closed his eyes, sighing at his remark, although he found Yolanda cute for a fat girl, he had strong reservations about her being authentically attractive.

Tomas released Yolanda from his arms, and she tilted her head and charmingly smiled, “Then I go now, visit my friend, Sasha, but tomorrow…”

For some add reason, Tomas gently poked Yolanda’s belly which caused her to shriek an annoying giggle, “Yeah, tomorrow then”, he said reeling back his head at the loud and uncouth sound of her laughter.


Yolanda went on her way, daydreaming about Tomas on the bus ride over to Elena’s residence and to visit Sheila.

Tomas resumed his toil, pondering over Yolanda.
All things considered, and although she was no longer the same hot number, Tomas surmised Yolanda would make a decent enough sideline dish until he managed to hook up with a much more lucrative female or his girlfriend Sally rid herself of her ex again.
Tomas giggled aloud at one point, “Fat girl Yolanda! I guess you thought showing off and teasing us guys who didn’t rate a real date was cool!”

Tomas paused from his toil for a moment, “Now you’re hard up for a date, too bad you got so fat, babe! A real shame but you deserved it! Maybe I’ll just remind you of that, and I hope you realize you oughtn’t to be proud coz a guy like me is willing to date a girl like you!”

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