by Matt L. » Mon Jul 08, 2019 11:21 am
Yolanda had a cup of coffee with Tomas early that morning before he went to work and she made a trek back to Elena’s home to visit Sheila.
Tomas did mention that another date was more than possible but that she shouldn’t spill the beans about them being together so soon.
Yolanda replied anxiously that she enjoyed being with Tomas, and that he shouldn’t worry about her telling Natalie or James.
“I have work this weekend so I won’t be around the weekend when you hang out with James.”
Tomas found the idea of the former college student working as a maidservant for a prestigious career woman amusing.
“Have you told her that you used to be a bookkeeper? Was a college student”, Tomas said just too sneakily remind Yolanda they were on the same turf now that both of them were blue collar workers. Yolanda couldn’t hold it over Tomas’s head anymore that she was an academic and improving her life.
“I mean maybe she can get you in the front office instead of picking up after her.”
Tomas was caught by surprised at Yolanda’s humbleness.
“I no fit in with big shots but it’s okay, housekeeping is best for me, not ah um, very much else me can make living at….”
Tomas didn’t feel the need to push this any further, he would have ample opportunity to surreptitiously assert Yolanda’s lower status later and quite often.
Once the couple went their separate ways, Yolanda arrived at Elena’s door just in time for breakfast.
The friends mingled without restraint, Yolanda sharing every detail about her date with Tomas while engaging in a meal that could easily have fed two people.
Resting outdoors to let their meals digest, Yolanda expressed herself like an inexperienced young woman in all things concerning Tomas.
“I think Tomas does like me even though I gained all this weight but tell me true, what can I do to win his heart?”
Sheila wagged her head, the milquetoast timbre to Yolanda’s voice and her lack of confidence was unsettling. Yolanda used to be much stronger and could charm any man with just a look from her eyes.
Taking a diplomatic route instead of chastising Yolanda for having become so outrageously vulnerable, Sheila asked, “Do you really like Tomas that much? Aren’t you settling for the first guy noticing you instead of playing the field?”
“I like Tomas, yes. Maybe he not what I used to prefer in men but is that all wrong? I look at his better points, Tomas works for a living, has own apartment and isn’t a criminal. What else Yolanda need?” Yolanda gestured with her hands, a satisfied smirk over her domestic variety yet cute features.
Sheila released a shrill of a chuckle, “How is he in bed?”
“Oh, Tomas snores and loud too! Ay Chihuahua!” Yolanda rapidly replied.
Sheila snorted, “That’s not what I meant!”
Yolanda blushed, nervously strumming her huge belly roll, “How can I say, Sasha. I had lovers since I was in street gang, if I compare Tomas to them it wouldn’t be nice. Tomas not bad, not really.”
“I think you should try to date other guys”, Sheila replied in elder sister mode, “I’m sure Tomas is okay but see what else is out there before committing yourself to a serious relationship so early in the game. You might find somebody better.”
Yolanda tilted her head, “Girls like me should be grateful for guys who like them, my needs haven’t changed but lots cool guys don’t go for the bottom of the barrel. Tomas makes me happy, good enough for me.”
Elena called out from inside the house, “Yolie should play hard to get!”
Yolanda laughed out loud, “Hard to get! I’m too fat to be picky!”
The screen door opened, Elena held into to her belly while peddling down the stairs, making a beeline to the females.
“Yolanda Monterey!” Elena screeched, subsequently easing off the dramatics.
“You had a real saucy reputation from what I remember. And here you are wallowing like a ninny about some guy when back in the day you could have any man you wanted.”
“Wha…” Yolanda’s posture deflated, “..I know, Elena but being this heavy puts me in a different league. I have to be happy with what I got; most guys don’t admire us pachyderms.”
“I’m saying that if you hold back your affections some then whoever you’re interested in will need to fight for your attention”, Elena stated.
Sheila nodded, explaining what Elena meant in detail.
“If you’re acting all smitten then Tomas won’t have to show you any special attention. Behave like you’re hardly interested in him, and if he likes you, he’ll be more outwardly sweet and thoughtful.”
Yolanda roped her hand over the curvature of her belly, giving it a firm squeeze, “I suppose but I lack companionship so much, I’m anxious to have a man to call my own.”
“Watch out, Yolie”, Elena sternly addressed Yolanda, “I’m just telling you being too anxious and you can end up with a loser.”
“Elena has a strong point, don’t get too seriously involved with Tomas too quick, you might regret it”, Sheila said with a sensitive smile.
The conversation dragged on for a few minutes longer, Sheila adding that Yolanda should get to know Tomas better but likewise circulate a little. Yolanda buzzed optimistically, conveying she appreciated the advice but due to her size and status, meeting another guy who treated her as nice as Tomas was doubtful.
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Yolanda slugged back her 2nd can of cola in a row, smiling after releasing a burp which could be regarded as mega blaring.
Sheila and Elena were discussing what to make for dinner, Yolanda squeaked her suggestion, “What about tacos?”
Sheila was on board as was Elena but there was a few items that were needed to prepare the dish.
Yolanda volunteered to go to the market, Elena thanking her for gesture then turned to Sheila.
“Wouldn’t you agree, Yolie needs a shower and a change of clothes…”
“I took a shower last week!” Yolanda grumbled with a sour expression that inflated her chins.
“Yeah but really, honey”, Sheila did indeed agree, “You have the same clothes on as yesterday and well; you do have a little bit of an aroma,”
Yolanda reeled back her head as Elena chimed in, “Nothing personal.”
Yolanda huffed while stomping into the kitchen, opening the fridge and ripping into a package of pudding. Sheila hurried in behind her, “Yolie, we didn’t mean hurting your feelings…”
Yolanda used her fingers to shovel pudding into her mouth, “…..Well you did!”
Yolanda lapping up scoop after scoop, surplus pudding oozing in a literal stream over her lips unto her chins, “Because now I’m so large me like circus animal….”
“Yolanda!” Sheila yelled, “Stop it! I won’t tolerate your whining!”
Yolanda gaped at Sheila, bobbling her head; she then turned and again opened the fridge, grabbing another pudding pack which she tore into with unadulterated gusto!
Sheila waddled over to her friend, Yolanda rapidly devouring the pudding.
“I admired you because you were spunky, streetwise tough, how in the hell are you being so stupid!” Sheila commandeered Yolanda’s attention, their big bellies merging together, “We’re not being insensitive to you! But how can such talk make you whimper like a weakling!”
Yolanda dropped her head; she didn’t have the courage to look Sheila in the eyes or reply.
Sheila reached out and gently tagged Yolanda’s shoulder which was layered with dense fat, “You’ve let your hygiene go, sweets. You ought to wash more often…”
Yolanda finished the pudding, whimpering with various crude sounding snorts and grunts.
“Take a shower and I’ll lay out fresh garments for you, okay?” Sheila affectionately warbled, “And I know getting heavy is hard, it’s hard for me too. But I’ll look after you…”
“I not quite fit into Elena clothes…” Yolanda blathered, “Bigger than Elena,”
Elena entered the kitchen, “You’re not that much bigger than me. Now girl, go and shower, you’ll be in a better mood.”
Sheila tilted her head and smiled at Yolanda, “Don’t be referring to yourself as an animal anymore. That’s crazy.”
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Yolanda still remembered when showering was effortless, her nimble svelte figure sleek without a trace of fat, how she could whirl around in the stall letting the water do its work
All this had changed since turning into a hefty tub of lard who could scarcely fit in the stall, energetically using the wash cloth to dig into every crevasse and doughy gradient occupied by her blubbery form. It was maddening, the expanse of her double bellies, the wide range of her beefy hips, her bubble butt bouncing off the tile, her thighs more than just enormous, gigantically huge.
Meanwhile Elena and Sheila had a maddening chore for themselves. Truth be told, Yolanda was truly larger than Elena, not by much but enough to make it somewhat difficult in terms in finding clothing that could adequately fit Yolanda’s generously proportioned shape.
Elena held the elastic panties, hip-huggers and unfashionable to an ugly degree, stretching them within reasonable limits, “This should do the trick!”
Tossing the garment unto the bed, Elena admitted, “I never dreamed Yolanda Monterey would ever be wearing my clothes, and on top of it, most of my things being too small.”
Sheila held up the dress she picked out for Yolanda, wanting her to inspect it, “She has grown, uh, what you think about this?”
The dress was actually a maternity dress, a muted blue shade but decorated with zigzagging stripes of both red and a darker blue hue.
“That should work”, Elena nodded, “It’s not the same type dress, Yolie, would have worn when she ran with the gangs but then again….”
Elena paused, picking on Yolanda’s size was unnecessary.
Sheila grabbed the garments and acknowledging Elena with a conservative smile, “I might be borrowing this myself and soon, I’m not getting any smaller!”
The females shared a laugh, Sheila subsequently marching to the bathroom, “Yolanda! May I come in?”
Yolanda yelled it was okay, Sheila slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“We got this for you, you like?” Sheila crinkled her nose with a grin.
Yolanda dropped the towel unto the floor, Sheila needing to slant her body away from her when she approached and grabbed the clothing.
The bathroom being ridiculously small, Sheila excused herself, exiting the tiny room and would meet up with Yolanda in the front room when she would be ready.
Yolanda dressed in slow motion, a task that had become almost as difficult as showering,
Yolanda reflected on her former appearance, the sleek attributes which certainly put her figure in a league of its own; oddly enough the hint of a smile momentarily touched her pudgy face.
All that was said and done, her beauty no longer unique, big Mexican girls were a dime a dozen, yet still Yolanda did revel in the fact she was once exquisitely attractive.
Once Yolanda had squeezed into the garb, she quickly slid a comb through her black locks, the dramatic rigmarole in which she once took quite the effort with her hair and cosmetics now pointless.
Yolanda joined Elena and Sheila in the front room, both females stating that she looked very lovely, in truth they both thought she looked needlessly overweight and in a dress that overemphasized the blubbery condition of her body.
Elena handed Yolanda the shopping list, “Are you sure you want to go to the market, it’s a four block walk.”
“I’m not that out of shape!” Yolanda giggled, although her hand brushing over her belly causing her to add, “Well maybe but then I need the exercise.”
Yolanda stuffed the cash into a change purse and was soon out the door.
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Yolanda obtained various hellos while waddling down the street, smiles as well, although this wasn’t all that uncommon in the Spanish slum, most folks were friendly, and she blended in quite well in regards to looking like a well-fed domestic housewife.
However, outside the market Yolanda was accosted with a banquet of crude remarks by the punks hanging around the entrance.
“What’z up!” a skinny teenager loudly acknowledged Yolanda, his smarmy smile uncomplimentary.
Another petty gang member comically begged, “Please don’t eat all the food, think of other people shopping!”
Yolanda pressed on forward, trying to ignore the verbal abuse which included being called a baby elephant and a chorus of mooing. Years earlier they all would have been afraid of teasing her, “What have I become?” Yolanda pondered.
The shopping list was short, Yolanda picked up what she needed and without any hassle while cruising the aisles.
Reaching the checkout counter, Yolanda was about to unload her food items to be checked out, a pair of female gang members coasting up behind her.
Big hair, makeup to the hilt, cheap jewelry and tattoos. The females hardly older than twenty-one were in skimpy outfits, even the girl who was a bit on the beefy side.
The older woman working the register waved the chicks on, giving Yolanda a - move out of the way - look. Yolanda did as she was told, backing off to the side, after all this was their turf, it was healthier to obey the rules.
Naturally they gazed over at Yolanda with tough expressions; one of them immediately recognized her.
“Isobel! Look who this is!” Anna giggled.
Isobel grinned in delight, her eyes zeroing in on Yolanda’s hips, waist and belly, “Right! Looking big and fat there, Jumbo! What the hell!”
Anna smirked, “You didn’t think this heifer would lose weight?”
“Damn! Why Marco cut you lose anyway? “, Isobel inquired in a demanding tone.
Yolanda stood trembling, her eyes downward, Anna loudly laughing, “Marco couldn’t afford to feed you anymore?”
The woman ringing up their groceries minded her own business, she knew defending Yolanda could mean hostility later, maybe even losing her job.
Silently the woman rang them up, accepted their cash and then began bagging their items.
All the while the female thugs continued their taunting.
“I thought maybe you went to live on a farm with all the other cows!”
“Circus would be better or maybe a zoo!”
The females grabbed their shopping bags and stepped off to the side and held a private conference as Yolanda’s groceries were rung up. Still trembling, the fear she felt sent a sour sensation into her stomach.
Yolanda tightly gripped her shopping bag, avoiding eye contact as she made tracks to exit.
The female punks followed her outside, male hooligans interrupting Yolanda’s trek.
Yolanda stood surrounded by the gang-bangers, breathing heavily, the fear she was now experiencing was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“For a big babe you didn’t get a lot!” a male laughed.
Yolanda couldn’t advance forward, the guys blocking her path while the females were position behind her, likewise deriding her.
“Yo guys! Don’t be embarrassing the Jumbo! Hippo’s aren’t used to guys flirting with them!”
“Let’s see what ya got!” another punk said while reaching for Yolanda’s shopping bag.
Yolanda pulled the bag closer to her body, the guy sneered into her face, “Give me, fat ass!”
The guy pulled the bag away from Yolanda, the collection of hoodlums quickly searched through it.
Isobel snickered, “Don’t mind them, Jumbo; you can miss eating a meal!”
Anna moved along side of Yolanda and placed their shopping bars into her hand, and then pointed to their car, “Carry this out for us!”
“Move it, dumpy!” Isobel shouted.
Yolanda finally managed to utter weakly, “But my stuff!”
The leader of the males stepped forward, “This is our turf! You want shop here, you pay us tribute! Understand fatty!”
Yolanda nodded, the guys backed off, one of them walking away with Yolanda’s groceries.
Isobel snarled at Yolanda, “Get a moving!”
Yolanda wheezed as she wobbled toward their car, the females at a short pace behind her.
“You ought better know your place”, Anna boldly chastised Yolanda, “Just because Marco fired you don’t mean you aren’t under our rule!”
Isobel chimed in, “Everybody in the neighborhood knows us, we run the streets!”
Reaching their car, Isobel opened the backdoor so Yolanda could put away their groceries.
Yolanda retreated backward after setting the bags in the car, slowly closing the door she accidentally bumped into Anna.
Anna got into Yolanda’s face, her cruelty having no limit, “Watch it cow! I don’t want your germs on me!”
Yolanda wiped her eyes, “I know…I’m…sorry…
Isobel chuckled, “You got learn to respect us!”
“I know…” Yolanda nervously snorted, “….I show respect, I’m sorry.”
“Bet that fat ass of yours you‘ll respect us! You have no clue who we are, what its like being in the gang”, Anna sneered, “You got anymore money?”
“Just the change from shopping….two dollars and a few pennies…” Yolanda sighed.
Isobel punched her fist to intimidate Yolanda, “Hand it over, butterball, unless you want to get hurt!”
Yolanda did as she was told, handing Anna the money.
Anna giggled, “Thanks, Jumbo, you’re not all that stupid for being a cow.”
Isobel callously grinned, “And you’re about as big a cow in the neighborhood.”
Anna took a domineering stance, “Moo for us, then you can you go!” she demanded.
Yolanda didn’t plea or need to think it over, she was so vastly afraid that she let out a loud, “MOOOOOO!”
Anna and Isobel exploded in laughter, then hopped into the car and drove off.
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Elena knew immediately by Yolanda’s shaken appearance that she had been roughed up by slum’s criminal element.
Sheila escorted Yolanda to her room where she continuously cried while running through the details.
“They right, you know”, Yolanda sniffled, “I’m a disgusting cow. Fat, stupid, weak….”
“I’m going to call your sister”, Elena sensitively informed Yolanda, “You’re too upset, I’ll say you’re spending another night with us.”
Sheila rubbed Yolanda’s shoulders, comforting her the best she could, “They’re bad girls, they had you out numbered, no shame in that if you didn’t defend yourself, you couldn’t. And for the guys, they’re asshole punks, what could you do?”
“At least you weren’t harmed”, Sheila added while giving Yolanda a lopsided hug.
Yolanda wasn’t harmed physically but mentally she was tremendously if not savagely roughed up. Their taunts settled in Yolanda’s mind, increasing her fear and plunging self-esteem.
Yolanda rubbed her nose, edging herself off the bed; she stood within inches of Sheila’s mirror.
Turning around, Yolanda addressed Sheila, “See what has become of me, Sasha. I’m a pathetic woman, no courage, nothing left, not even what brains I had.”
Sheila held unto her pregnant belly as she approached her friend, “You’re being too hard on yourself, sweets; you do realize they were gang-bangers?”
Yolanda sarcastically chuckled, “Me too! Once I had respect, I charge of posse, I would kick their ass. Today I’m weak and hopeless. I’m dumb fat cow, so have no sympathy for me, I no deserve it.”
Again Sheila embraced Yolanda, her belly making it difficult but she hugged her friend as well as she could.
“You stay here with me couple days, and no worry, forget this happened”, Sheila smiled.
Yolanda wheezed, “I no can forget, but better like this, from now on Yolanda knows her place in the slum…”
Sheila directed Yolanda into the bed, suggesting that she should relax and that she would go about helping Elena make dinner.
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Sheila conversed with Elena for a short five minutes about Yolanda, then secretly sneaked off into the backyard with her cell phone.
Although Sheila had no wish to see Jessie, she knew she had no choice; it was the only solution to protect Yolanda from the gangs.
“Hey, Jessie, we got to talk!”
Jessie replied, sugary in tone, “Sure, little momma, when?”
Sheila was to the point, “Its hard for me to get around, no car and I can’t possibly walk to the bar or your apartment. What about meeting me in the alley behind Elena’s house?”
Jessie caught a hint something was wrong, but she played it cool, “Of course, honey. You’re my best friend. Anything for you. What time?”
“Late, it got to be late”, Sheila replied, “I don’t want Elena to know.”
“I guess she doesn’t approve of me, I’m not surprised”, Jessie arrogantly stated, “Why would she, right?”
“You want to give me a time, please”, Sheila rifled back.
“Around midnight good enough?” Jessie answered.
Sheila simply acknowledged Jessie with an okay.
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