by Matt L. » Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:24 pm
Yolanda quickly made Marco his breakfast, wanting to finish her audience with him as soon as possible.
Marco made Yolanda serve him in the dining room, and then demanded that she stand at attention on the far side of the table while he raked her over the coals for his own perverse amusement.
“Poor baby”, Marco faked a frown, “Stupid bottom feeder Yolanda got picked on by a mob outside the market.”
The frown transformed into a cold hearted sneer, “A tough chick wouldn’t let herself be assaulted by punks, but you have nerves of jell-o just like your body.”
Yolanda nodded; her eyes steered straight beyond Marco, looking at him made her feel especially vulnerable.
“You were a such a bad ass. Now a quiet tub of lard, is that right?”
Yolanda shook her head; Marco slammed his fist down on the table which snared her attention.
“Answer me, fatso!” Marco yelled, his anger causing Yolanda to tremble.
“Yes, Mr. Ramous, you are right, I’ve become a terribly scared girl”, Yolanda humbly whimpered in Spanish.
Marco wagged his head, then slowly began consuming his meal.
“You’re tempting me to have you hauled off to some carnival, if they paid by the pound I’ll be rich”, Marco causally remarked, “So unless you supply me with a better answer, I’ll see to it that you’re a sideshow exhibit.”
Yolanda momentarily closed her eyes and wheezed, “Mr. Ramous, we had such a beautiful history, please stop being so mean…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re not the Yolanda I remember, so what are you!” Marco’s tone crisp with hostility.
Yolanda rubbed her eyes, realizing that Marco was intentionally ignoring their past, choked up as she replied, “I’m a lowlife scrubwoman, a bottom feeder.”
Marco smiled at Yolanda with his signature bad boy smirk, subsequently waving her over to him.
Yolanda waddled over to Marco’s end of the table; it was to her benefit not to disobey him.
Marco gestured with his hand for Yolanda to halt just within his reach, her eyes growing wide in disbelief as he brought his arm outward, dangling a piece of bacon for her to seize.
Yolanda sniffled, extending her hand to take the bacon, Marco grinned, “Good girl!”
Yolanda chomped down on the bacon, Marco surveying her tremendously bloated body.
“Okay, scrub woman, answer me this question”, Marco said while grabbing another piece of bacon especially for Yolanda, “How does it feel being tubby around such a sexy babe like Elsa?”
“I hate it, it’s embarrassing, I’m so fat…” Yolanda softly uttered, Marco nodded, wiggling the bacon strip near her face; she quickly grasped and devoured it.
Marco took another bite from his meal and then pushed the plate away, “Okay, I’m done here but not with you.”
Again Marco looked Yolanda up and down, “I never thought you’d get this huge but dammmm! You’re a gigantic cow! I swear, Yolie, the thought that you were once skinny is crazy!”
Yolanda felt obligated to comment, “I know this pleases you but sometimes it is hard for me to believe that I used to have such a beautiful figure.”
“Refill my coffee and get my cigar, and meet me on the patio”, Marco ordered Yolanda.
Yolanda nodded, the dishes and cleaning the kitchen would have to wait, it was her duty to obey Marco, compounded by an abnormal fear of him.
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Minutes later Yolanda was out on the patio with Marco, lighting his cigar after bringing him a fresh cup of coffee.
“So like I was saying, Jessie told me all about everything, and how Sheila, Sasha, that wetback breeder, defended you and asked for protection. Do I understand this correctly or is there more to the story?”
Yolanda took a step back, “Sheila, meant no harm, she was just looking out for me…”
“We’ll get to Sheila later; I want to discuss your bullying, that being said isn’t it cute how you’re now a peasant and not the queen bee in the neighborhood?” Marco said looking squarely into Yolanda’s eyes.
Yolanda bit her lip, her wheezing escalating, “I know my place, Marco…please stop being mean to me, please.”
Marco laughed, “Fat chance! I love how you’ve turned in a wimp; I’m going to speak to those chicks who harassed you. You’re going to get a better understanding of what a pathetic loser you’ve become.”
Marco’s punk smirk steadfast as he composedly made his point, “In my neighborhood the downtrodden are under my guard, not dumpy fat parasites, you don’t deserve any protection.”
Yolanda‘s posture deflated, sniffling loudly, “Please, Mr. Ramous, I’ll show them respect but please tell them not to pick on me.”
Yolanda’s whining roughed up Marco’s nerves and he stood up from the lawn chair, “”Speak English, you’re to speak only English to me.”
Yolanda shook her head, her voice rippled with panic, “Yes…Yolanda obey.”
Marco humiliated Yolanda with brazen giddiness, “Some white wannabe you turned out to be, college was a big waste on you, peasant girl.”
Yolanda uncomfortably sighed, “You right, I know this but please, have Jessie’s posse leave me alone.”
“You’re still not going to get any protection, no, I have no leniency for traitors. You turned your back on me, the gang and our culture!” Marco angrily stated, “Now I’m going to ask you a couple of questions about the wetback. You answer honestly or else I’ll call the authorities and have Sasha deported, and you, I’ll have you locked away for a few years down in Mexico.”
Yolanda nervously rubbed her belly, “Yes, Mr. Ramous, I say true.”
“How fat has she become and how many months along is Sasha?”
Yolanda tilted head, focusing on Sheila’s body before replying, “Maybe 250-pounds, if little more that is possible. Me tinks Sasha, 5 months?”
Marco smiled upon returning to the lawn chair, “Okay, butterball, I’ll leave Sasha alone for a while, I can wait another couple months before seeing her. But I have a deal for you, okay?”
Yolanda sighed, acknowledging Marco with a nod.
Marco coldly gazed at Yolanda, “If you want protection, you got to work with me. Fatten Sasha up to 300-pounds and I’ll personally see that the gang and those teenage punks leave you alone. Matter of fact, it will help your cause if you gain another fifty pounds too. I want you to be a real blimp, understand?”
“I’ll do whatever you want but you please leave Sheila, um, Sasha alone too?” Yolanda snorted.
Marco laughed out loud, “Fatty! I swear when both you wetbacks are larger, and I mean ridiculously fat where any decent man would rather be neutered then have sex with either of you, I’ll cut both of you some slack and have the gang ignore you. But remember, I want Sasha heavier, so damn fat that Jose can’t stand being with her. You better understand this or else you will regret it!”
Yolanda quivered in fear, “I do what I can, make sure she eats plenty, okay?”
Marco sipped his coffee, glaring at Yolanda, shouted, “You stupid slob! Why are you still here? There’s work to do! Move your fat ass and clean the kitchen!”
Marco giggled to himself as Yolanda hurried back inside the house to start washing the breakfast dishes and cleaning the kitchen.
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MEANWHILE -
Sheila was likewise cleaning the kitchen over at Jose’s flat, vehemently discussing Yolanda and Marco while Jose was nursing a beer.
“….like I say, Yolie too afraid to stand up for herself in her own neighborhood, she’s a poor excuse for a woman, if she wasn’t my friend, maybe I’d pick on her too, she’s fat weakling!”
Jose listened for a few more minutes, Sheila describing Yolanda as an embarrassment, and he off the cuff smiled, her personality definitely influenced by him and his status.
“That’s how it is, gangs sense the weaklings, they prey on them”, Jose commented, “But are you aware how viciously you’re talking about Yolanda, I thought she’s your best friend.”
Sheila paused from cleaning the stove, situating her hands over her hips, “That’s why I feel so ashamed, because she is my best friend. Being a big fat girl I can deal with but a coward makes me so mad I want to scream at her!”
“I still can’t picture Yolanda heavy”, Jose replied, engaging in a sip before continuing, “She looked so sweet, and she always dressed so provocative. Showing off her figure, how fat did she get?”
“You prefer them skinny babes?” Sheila huffed, “What you think of me?”
Jose sensed Sheila was behaving hormonal and knew he needed to act fast to calm her, however he couldn’t resist chuckling, “Easy hot stuff! Don’t overreact, I told you long ago Yolanda’s beauty was over rated, you’re the real thing!”
“Real thing?” Sheila crankily groused, “No comparison now coz Yolanda is beefy burrito, much bigger than me, Jose. Ay, you think you’re smart with your reasoning but me thinks its common sense.”
Jose planted his beer on the table and with an aching sounding grunt maneuvered himself out of the chair and walked over to Sheila.
“You’re being emotional baby, you know I love you and love your body”, Jose said, delicately running his fingers through Sheila’s curly black locks, “I admire thick babes…”
Sheila comically shoved her belly against Jose’s stout gut, her fingertips inspecting her meaty hips, “Let’s see how much you admire me after I give birth, this baby weight won’t be coming off too soon I think, and mister, will I be thick!”
Jose gazed into Sheila’s round buttery face, her cheeks swollen, her inflated double chin, her curly hair framing the intense chubbiness, “Your beauty will only become more powerful…”
Sheila dropped her jaw, and she expressively sighed while a tear ran down her cheek, “Jose, you really love me at this size, you most wonderful man I ever know…”
Jose wagged his head, “It’s okay, baby. You’re the only woman for me.”
There was a brief smooch, then Jose informed Sheila, “I have to see about a few things but when I get back, we’ll have a romantic evening.”
“No, take me with, okay, I still wanna talk”, Sheila smiled.
“What? Not in your condition”, Jose said, embracing Sheila’s jumbo size belly, “This is gang business, you can’t be involved.”
Sheila’s fiery attitude returned full throttled, “Shit, I want to be involved with everything you’re into; I’m that kind of woman.”
Jose rubbed the back of his neck, “Are you crazy? You want me out of the gang and you’re sounding like you want to join. Listen, baby, in a few months I’ll get out of it, you shouldn’t be so anxious in getting to be a criminal again. You can get hurt!”
Sheila’s elevated her eyes, “My mind is made up, fat man! You take me or else it won’t be so good for you around here!”
They giggled together, Jose giving in, “Okay, okay. I guess there’s no real harm. I just have to look over some stolen merchandise and then take it over to the flea market for Luz and Andre to sell.”
Sheila flashed Jose a smile, “I go change, I look like stupid housewife in this dress.”
Jose nodded, about to resume his beer when Sheila took him by the hand, “No, you watch me change clothes; I still got more talk for you, mister!”
Jose chuckled, appeasing Sheila willingly.
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Once in the bedroom Sheila talked a mile a minute while removing the frumpy housedress.
“Like I was saying, Yolanda more than fat girl, she’s loser mentality, has no courage! That damn Marco done this to her, him and Jessie. Jessie might be proud coz she runs posse but she’s as mean and nasty as he is!”
Jose sat on the cozy chair situated near the closet, “Marco is a bastard, he’s almost as mean as me. Thing is, it’s his turf, his neighborhood, he calls the shots. If Yolanda is picked on, too bad for her, as long as he leaves you alone, I can’t get involved.”
Sheila softly look at Jose, telling him that Marco wanted to see her could lead to trouble, so she kept her mouth shut - however concerning Yolanda - Sheila angrily screeched, “It’s my duty to protect Yolie, she’s too stupid to defend herself.”
“Don’t get in the middle of something that’s none of your business”, Jose advised his sweetheart, “If Yolanda’s a target because she got fat or betrayed Marco, let it be. She ought to stay in her sister’s neighborhood. If she’s that pathetic, then she has no option.”
Sheila strutted, albeit clumsily, to Jose, “I have a better option. Marco is a rat; people only want to see a rat with its neck broken in a trap!”
Jose jerked back his head, “Whoa! What are you saying? Marco goes down, there’s going to be members of his club looking for retaliation.”
“So, what, you can’t be scared!” Sheila lobbed back at Jose.
Jose rubbed his face, “Remember you want me out? If there’s a gang war I won’t be leaving the gang any time soon, and anyway, when the hell did you turn into a toxic momma?”
“Hey! Marco hurts my friend; he deserves to be kicked in the crotch or worse. That’s all I’m saying!” Sheila noted loudly.
Jose half-smiled, a hint of a giggle in his voice, “Honey, forget about that weasel, Marco. Think about our lives together once we move out of this neighborhood, we’ll even take Yolanda along.”
Sheila had turned around and was making tracks to the dresser for some slacks when she observed the ridiculously bloated condition to her thighs, and let out a mind-numbing snort!
“I have legs like an elephant! How can you love me like this!”
Sheila’s thighs had indisputably blossomed into generously proportioned tree trunk size stems, chaffed and squishy, roomier than ever before.
Sheila swerved the best she could at her chunky waist, taking a milquetoast glimpse of Jose, “I used to make fun of girls with thighs like this, karma caught up with me, I’m a water buffalo!”
Jose rolled his eyes, surmising in his thoughts, “This is going to be a long night…”
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