by Matt L. » Wed Sep 25, 2019 10:36 am
In a short while Marco had Elsa back home where Yolanda greeted them at the door.
Elsa was thick in the clouds, mumbling incoherently as Marco hoisted her unto a couch.
“Start a bath for her, lukewarm water, hopefully she’ll come too and be okay”, Marco said, his tone mildly concerned.
“She will be okay?” Yolanda questioned in Spanish, Marco conceded to her preference and answered in the same language, “Jessie had no clue how strong that weed was….”
Marco deliberately sugar coating the potent power of the chemically treated marijuana.
“….She might be acting weird, I don’t know, let’s hope she’s normal or else we’re both in plenty of shit…”
Yolanda muttered cantankerously, “I didn’t do anything! Why? Is Elsa going to be a drooling idiot?”
“Just start the bath will ya, please”, Marco said while undressing Elsa.
Yolanda sighed and did as she was told.
A few minutes together they placed Elsa in a tub of warm water.
They stood observing Elsa who was barely conscious.
“How you get mixed up with Jessie and posse anyway?” Marco questioned, “You ought to know better.”
Yolanda explained the details straight from having pizza, to Elena’s party and finally Elsa’s introduction to the gang and being held hostage.
Marco patiently listened, eventually blaming Yolanda, “You really put Elsa in a bad spot, traveling down Avers Street, you know you have no business on their turf.”
“The whole neighborhood their turf”, Yolanda crinkled her nose; “We needed to drive through Avers to get to the expressway.”
Marco brought his eyes unto to Elsa, the water circling her buttery tummy, “Well, she is getting fat, that’s your fault too.”
Yolanda placed her hands over her beefy hips, “My fault? You’re as crazy as loon!”
Marco gestured with his hands, “You’re a bad influence on her, eating around the clock, not caring about your weight….”
Yolanda placed her hand over her breast, “Hey, I care about my weight! Sure, it’s out of control but whose fault is that!”
Marco grinned to ease the tension, “Okay, settle down. Maybe I sort of put things in motion…”
“You think?” Yolanda sarcastically replied.
Marco chuckled, “I did admire how you stood up to me outside my apartment, that takes balls..”
“Last time I checked, I don’t have that equipment”, Yolanda huffily retorted.
Marco rolled his eyes, “Relax already, okay. Being angry isn’t helping Elsa.”
Yolanda pointed at Elsa, “Well what do we do now?”
Marco scrunched down, massaging Elsa’s face with water, “Wait, we have to wait for her to get conscious.”
Again Yolanda inquired if Elsa would be okay, Marco replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Some of this is because of beer, how much weed she had is factor though…” Marco went on to explain, “We have to be patient.”
Marco severed his face toward Yolanda, “You meant what you said? About dealing with being fat and being a poor wetback?”
Yolanda guided her belly within an inch of Marco’s face, “I hardly have any choice but yes, Marco.”
Yolanda wiped her eyes, “When we were being pushed around at the clubhouse, being treated like stupid peasants, I can’t blame them, that’s what I’ve become. I’ll put up with it, most of the women in this neighborhood like Elena are poor and invisible, if they can live happy lives, so can I.”
Marco stood up, his smile genuine, “Maybe I’ll leave you alone then.”
“I’m no better than a cockroach to you Marco”, Yolanda coolly remarked, “You have no respect for us wetbacks.”
Marco loudly chuckled, “Wow! You’re getting tough again, it almost turns me on!”
A mischievous thought popped into Yolanda’s head, a wide smile puffing up her bloated cheeks, “You did admire my guts back then, when we were lovers, remember?”
Marco nodded, “Sure I do. You were a spunky babe, didn’t fear anything or anyone.”
Yolanda jiggled her broad hips, an euphoric expression over her fat face, “Oh I’m more woman now than ever before…”, she teasingly smirked, “…at one time you couldn’t keep your hands off of me…”
Yolanda settled her blubbery body against Marco, her hands reaching around his shoulders, she pushed her buxom knockers against his chest, “….We used to make such crazy love…”
Marco’s eyes grew wide, she could feel his body squirm in her arms, tilting her head, she pushed her face over his shoulder, and began nibbling on his ear.
Marco pushed Yolanda away and took a step back, “Hey, have some priorities, my woman’s right here!”
Yolanda held a hand to her spongy waist, thrusting out her breasts in Marco’s direction, she giggled in a saucy tone, “What’s a matter, sweetie? Is Yolanda too much woman for you?”
Marco nervously exclaimed, “Damn right! You’ve gotten heavier since you’ve been back!”
Yolanda rolled her eyes, frivolously smirking, “I don’t have any hang ups about my size, baby. Let me show you what you have to deal with since you were the benefactor in my road to obesity.”
Marco covered his eyes as Yolanda quickly removed her gown, “You don’t have too….” he then groaned, “….Elsa is right here!”
The gown landing on the floor, Yolanda playfully slapping her belly to garnish Marco’s attention.
“Elsa hasn’t a clue what’s going on and well, how many women do you have besides her and Jessie?”
Marco removed his hand from his eyes, “Does that really matter?”
Yolanda giggled, grasping her belly, she gave it a pronounce jiggle, “I’m the whole package, we can resume our romance on the side, like when skinny girls can’t do it for you.”
“Yolanda! This isn’t funny! Now get dressed!” Marco snapped.
Yolanda winked, “I’m all yours lover but excuse me if I keep my bra on, I’m a little embarrassed about the shape of my jugs…”
“You’re kidding; I don’t find you attractive anymore!” Marco droned.
“Oh wow”, Yolanda keep up the shenanigans, “I guess I need to find a man who can appreciate and handle a real woman.”
Marco jokily grinned, “Right, I’m not man enough to handle you. Now please, get dressed.”
Yolanda rolled her fingertips over her cushy curvature of belly as her eyes fell on Elsa, “I really feel sorry for her. Being robbed and bullied, being treated like a wetback, and being messed up with you. Cut her some slack, Marco. Dump her, she doesn’t deserve being with you.”
Marco shook his head, “I know, and if you must know, I was planning on ending our relationship as soon as I got established legitimately.”
“That’s too bogus; the gang is your life..” Yolanda frigidly looked at Marco.
Marco sat down on the edge of the tub, “I’m serious. I like the idea of going straight, and once I’ve made a name myself in environmental services, I’m going for the entire Stardust chain, be the chief executive officer.”
“What about Elsa’s dad? He’ll have a say in this…” Yolanda offensively warbled.
“The old guy, he’s ready to be put out to pasture, I’m his golden boy, he’ll groom me to take his place, and he’s stupid enough about doing it without knowing it.”
Yolanda sneered, “You’re a dirty bastard…”
Marco chuckled, “Maybe but I still have pull in the neighborhood, I haven’t left yet. So you mind your own business or its back to Mexico for you.”
“Now get dressed, I’m tired of looking at all that fat”, Marco added.
Yolanda grumbled beneath her breath, using her forearm to steady her huge melons which were lodged in a threadbare bra, their pulpy condition providing a bobbling commotion as she lowered herself downward to pick up the dress.
Yolanda’s lower belly protrusion oozing over her panties, her enormous thighs rubbing together, “I don’t fear you anymore, I loathe you but don’t fear you.”
Marco’s punk grin canvassed his face, “What’s really cool, now that I’m important, your friend Sheila is nothing but a common Mexican immigrant. Fat and low class too. I’m a powerful man; I can hold it over her head like she did to me, funny how things work out.”
Yolanda struggled into her dress, tugging the material to bring it down over her extensively fat coated hips.
Marco stood up, giving Yolanda a hand with the garment although doing his best to stay away from her huge imposing belly, “Maybe out of the kindness of my heart, I’ll hire her as bathroom attendant!”, he laughed.
Yolanda sighed in contempt, Marco cruelly adding, “But you know, I can be happy with Sheila living on public aid and barely having enough cash to pay her rent.”
Yolanda grunted, “That’s something we can worry about later, what about Elsa?”
Marco sighed, “We’ll give her a couple more minutes then we’ll see about filling her up with coffee…”
Marco rubbed his jaw, surveying Elsa slumbering in the tub, “Maybe I’ll get Elsa a job when I take over her old man’s dynasty. Since her figure is going to pot, maybe she can work in the kitchen…”
“You have no scruples!” Yolanda’s belly shook with her anger.
Marco laughed, “No, I don’t!.”
“I won’t let you harm her…” Yolanda squinted, her double chin inflating.
“Last time you tried protecting somebody from me it didn’t go so well for you”, Marco calmly yet cruelly noted, “Want another shot at it, tubby? I look at you and think what a marvelous addition you would be to some Mexican circus!”
“Fuck you, Marco!” Yolanda vehemently retorted.
“I’m going to make coffee, if she doesn’t come around and soon, we’ll take her to a hospital…”
“No can do, they’ll have to make a police report…”
“You’re afraid to go jail, asshole!” Yolanda replied.
“If the law gets involved, I’ll have Sheila deported, no body knows she’s actually American or would they believe her, she doesn’t even speak English anymore!”
Yolanda wagged her head, intensely looking at Marco, “You’re a foul horrible man.”
“You know, chica, I can only tolerate so much, so you better shut up now, and make the fucking coffee!”, Marco said callously.
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The coffee’s aroma and a few modest sips brought Elsa into a semblance of consciousness.
Elsa felt numb and she had a slight headache, her mind remained fuzzy and she furnished Marco with an air head giggle as he brought her out of the tub.
“You better get a towel and dry her off”, Marco told Yolanda.
Yolanda grabbed a towel and threw it at Marco, “You’re responsible for this, you take care of it.”
Marco eased Elsa into the plastic chair adjacent to the sink, dabbing her wet flesh while telling Yolanda, “Enjoy the moment, remember I’m not out of the gang yet….”
Yolanda ignored the threat, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab Elsa something to wear…”
A moment after Yolanda wobbled out of the bathroom; Elsa fully opened her eyes, smiling as she gazed at Marco.
“You think maybe, food make feel better, Marco?”
Marco wasn’t sure what Elsa meant and softly replied, “You’re tired, baby, and still intoxicated. We’ll get you into bed and we can talk after you sleep for a while.”
Elsa flung her arms around Marco’s neck, slurring her words, “Ohhh…Marco, will…you still want me if I get fat?”
“What about your diet?” Marco halfheartedly inquired, Elsa faintly giggled, “Why diet? Girls like me get fat..”
“I don’t know what Jessie told you…” Marco paused in mid sentence as the devious mechanics of his mind worked overtime.
Marco delicately cupped Elsa’s chin, causing her to smile, and he dramatically grinned, “Oh you’re right. I was so worried about you, I absentmindedly forgot, girls like you get big and fat….
“…..big and fat…” Elsa uttered softly.
The bathroom door opened, Yolanda entered carrying undergarments and a nightgown, “I’ll get her dressed.”
Marco swerved his face toward Yolanda, “You know what, you’ve been a big help, why not take a break, I can manage helping Elsa into her clothes.”
Yolanda crinkled her nose, her cheeks and jowls inflating, “I can do it…”
Marco insisted, using an excuse to continue his conversation with Elsa, “its okay, Yolie. Anyway, I have to go soon; you’ll have plenty of stuff to do for Elsa later. You might as well take the opportunity to relax while you can.”
Yolanda suspiciously gazed at Marco, “You can go whenever you want, I can get Elsa dressed and put to bed.”
Marco nodded, “Well, I guess it makes better sense if you help her into the clothes. I’ll give her dad a call and say she’s under the weather, okay? Tell him she’ll be out of action until she feels better.”
“How noble of you”, Yolanda sarcastically stated.
Marco exited the bathroom, Yolanda slowly and meticulously helped Elsa into her undergarments and then the nightgown.
Elsa rubbed her head, complaining about a headache and being hungry.
“Sure thing, Elsa”, Yolanda resuming English, “Me get you some aspirin, then I’ll make you something to eat. Would you like anything special?”
Elsa wiped nose as she pondered, finally answering with a goofy grin, “Lots and lots of ice cream and chocolate!”
“Hmmmm, well I was thinking something more like some fruit and wheat toast with jelly”, Yolanda affectionately smiled.
Elsa glared at Yolanda in disappointment, “What? No, no fruit. Ice cream, Yolie, please.”
Yolanda embraced Elsa’s shoulders, “You’re on diet, remember? You said after an evening of stuffing yourself, you gonna start dieting and working out.”
Elsa laughed, “You’re funny, Yolie! Girls like me don’t diet!”
“Are you okay?” Yolanda blurted, “Seriously, Elsa.”
Elsa looked downward in thought, giddily replying, “Yeah, Ice cream will make me feel better..”
“Sure, honey, I’ll fix bowl of ice cream for you”, Yolanda tensely agreed.
Elsa blinked, a grin forming over her lips as she snorted, “A big bowl, okay?”
Yolanda sighed, “Well, maybe after the ice cream and a nap, your mind will be clear.”
Elsa straightened her posture, “Then Yolie get me ice cream?”
Yolanda conceded with a distressed sigh, “Yeah…”
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Yolanda had Elsa squared away in bed and met Marco on route to the kitchen, “Did you call her dad?”
Marco affirmed the conversation, “I told him that Elsa wasn’t feeling good after eating some Mexican food at a party and that she was going to take a few days vacation. That okay?”
Yolanda scratched her billowing belly, “Sounds okay, you can go now…”
Marco agreed, “Sure, Jumbo, I’ll say goodbye to Elsa first, she might be puzzled why I left without saying goodbye. That okay, Miss big shot?”
Yolanda turned and walked away, “Do it and fast, weasel, we don’t need your kind polluting the house!”
Marco laughed, “This coming from a girl who bathes once a month!”
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Elsa’s eyes connected with Marco as he entered her lavish bedroom, “Hey sweetie”, she said with a dim-witted smile.
Marco moved closer to Elsa, politely apologizing that he needed to run some errands but would be back in a few days.
Elsa reached out and took Marco by the hand, her eyes sparkling, “Ohhhh, well, I hope you ain’t gone too long,”
Marco nodded, gently squeezing Elsa’s hand, “When I get back here, we’ll have a long talk okay? But please remind me why you don’t diet so I won’t forget?”
Elsa tilted her head and blushed, “Coz girls like me fatten up….you no mad about this?”
Marco rubbed his neck, cordially conveying, “Of course not, honey, Mexican girls are typically fat, including those born in America.”
Elsa fluttered her eyes, “You make me feel better, you treat me sweet, better than I deserve…”
Marco reeled back his head, “Huh? Why would you say that?”
Elsa’s features took on a confused mode, “I know you‘re a fabulous man, right? But I can’t get it out of my mind, we’re too different….”
Elsa paused to collect her thoughts, Marco was shrewd enough to recognize her mind was prime for manipulation.
“Go on, sweetie, don’t be afraid to share your thoughts”, Marco encouraged Elsa.
Elsa blinked, an oafish edge consuming her warble, “….you the classy type, I’m not even sure if I’m really com..com…”
Marco came to Elsa’s aid and finished her sentenced as she struggled to make her point, “Compatible. Why would you think that, Elsa?”
Elsa sniffled through an awkward smile, “Coz you ought to have a woman you can be proud of, I’m not even the sort that can run a hotel. You know what I mean, right?”
Marco looked straight into Elsa’s eyes, his smile redundantly wide, “I’m glad you’re being honest, the hotel business is no joke, the responsibility is very demanding. You’re better off employed in an easier field, something less difficult where you don’t have to rely on your brains too much.”
Elsa giggled, “You talk so pretty…”
Marco acknowledged Elsa in a charming tone, “Of course, Elsa. I’m a dignified man. It’s very important for me to show a girl like you respect.”
Elsa blushed, “See how sweet….and noble you are…”
Marco overheard Yolanda approaching the room, giving Elsa a smooch, he reminded her, “I’ll see you sometime in the week, we’ll have a long talk.”
“Marco bring me some food? Yummy stuff like pastry and donuts and pies?”
Yolanda did indeed enter the room carrying a platter with ice cream and a couple donuts.
Elsa applauded, “Goodie! Yolie bring me ice cream!”
Yolanda cruised toward Elsa, addressing Marco in a sugary tone which was certainly fake, “Bye Marco, thanks for bringing Elsa home!”
Marco glimpsed Elsa, winking and throwing her a kiss before ambling out the door, “I hope the next time I see you Yolie, you still got that spunk! I can always use a joke.”
Yolanda replied with a smile, and in Spanish, “The next time I want to see you again is with your neck in a rat trap and broken!”
Marco laughed out loud while turning around and walking out of the room.
Yolanda handed Elsa the spoon and watched her began to nosh, slowly and sluggishly but there was an elated smile on her face.
“After you eat, I want you to a have nice long sleep, okay?” Yolanda affectionately warbled, “I’m here for you, I’ll help you through this.”
Elsa thanked Yolanda with a hearty smile, “…such a wonderful friend, we should do more stuff together.”
As Elsa was nibbling on the ice cream and donuts, making loud yummy sounds while enjoying the snack food, Yolanda maneuvered herself over to Elsa’s full size mirror.
Yolanda studied her fat face and form; it was no surprise Marco rejected her advances, although she was being frivolous.
Marco was a shallow heel, no big deal. Thankfully he would be ending his relationship with Elsa but how long would this take?
Yolanda spun around and gazed at Elsa, “Marco’s no fan of chubby women…” the thought buzzed through her mind, “…..the heavier Elsa becomes, the sooner he’ll dump her…”
Dimples appeared in Yolanda’s chubby cheeks as she smiled, continuing her thought, “…..I’m going to get you where you’re nice and chubby!”
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