Debbie immediately smiled when she saw Jessi walk through the door, tossing the magazine she had been reading to the side and motioning Jessi to her normal table. “Hey sweet-heart, back for more, huh? Okay everyone; store’s closed! Everyone else out!” There were a few grumbles from patrons that had just sat down, but Debbie knew it was only a matter of time until they had their own reasons to leave—SSPLLLAAARRRPPPTT!!! “Speak of the devil. Hahaha.” It was only a few moments before everyone had cleared out, Debbie quickly locking the door behind them and flipping the open sign to “closed”.
“Alright Darlin’, how’s my little girl been?”
Jessi giggled uproarishly as she sat with a horribly audible squelch, her butt all but devouring the poor chair. “I’m great Debbie! Actually, I’m like, more than great!” SPPPRRAASSSHHHTTT!!!
Most people would be hacking and gagging by now from Jessi’s BO alone, but Debbie had spent almost her entire childhood around cows and pigs, and although she definitely didn’t <i>enjoy</i> Jessi’s stench, she could handle it a lot better than most. “I could tell, Darlin’! Seems like my little girl’s the happiest she’s been since the first time she marched herself in this here shop!” Debbie couldn’t help but smile thinking back on that day.
Of course, it had been more than a rude awakening to have a huge girl who was as much of a slob as Jessi walk into your eating establishment out of the blue, and even more so when she had taken the Gut-Bustin’ Challenge and beat it without even breaking a sweat. But although Jessi had misunderstood the rules and paid her the Triple-or-Nothing rate of $300, she not only let her keep the $600 Debbie would have owed, but paid <i>another</i> $300 for <i>another</i> “Gut-Bustin’ Sundae” (as Jessi called them). Needless to say, Debbie had decided to all but adopt her. Making more in an hour than she usually did all day (let alone all week if no one else tried the challenge) was definitely worth shutting everyone else out and putting up with a little—BBBRRRROOOMMMPPTTT!!! Okay, a LOT of stink.
“So, Darlin’, what’s left ya so happy?”
“Hehehe… Well… I kind of… sort of… IHAVEABOYFRIEND!!!” Debbie could only laugh at the sudden outburst, even as a string of flatulence was produced along with it. “And he moved in with me!!! He’s soooo perfect, I like, totally can’t believe it! Hehehe!”
Debbie could hardly believe any normal guy would put up with walking cloud of stink that was Jessi, but she was happy for her nonetheless. “So it’sa’ special occasion then, huh?”
“Definitely! Hehe!”
“So what’ll ya be havin’ today?”
“Hmmm—SSSPPPRRRHHHTTT!!! –mm… I think I’ll have, like, 2 Gut Bustin’ Sundaes, but… Can I like, make a special request?”
“Of course, Hun, what is it?”
“Well, can I have all the scoops be T-Triple C-D Swirl?” Debbie could only shake her head in disbelief… Only Jessi would ask for 54 scoops of a flavor most people were hard pressed to finish more than 1 of.
“Sure thing, Darlin’.”
“Yaaaaay!!!” SSPPLLOOORRTTT SSPPRRASSSH SSPPPRREEEENNN!!! Jessi put her chair to the absolute test as she bounced happily on it between bouts of stink, the poor thing all but ready to buckle even when she was sitting still. Not wanting to have to sacrifice more than one chair to Jessi’s butt (the stench left over even after she left was too much for even Debbie to use again comfortably), Debbie quickly made up the two “sundaes”, soon plopping two spoons and a veritable mountain of ice cream onto a table that was left creaking almost as much as Jessi’s chair.
Jessi was left speechless for a few moments, even her gas dying down to splutter… But after those few moments, the table might as well have been a chocolate battlefield. Like a pro, Jessi grabbed both spoons with practiced precision, digging in and shoveling one spoonful after another, again and again. Debbie could only watch in awe as Jessi plowed through the mountains at a completely steady pace. She was in complete euphoria, even as huge globs of half-melted ice cream dribbled down her chin, or sloshed off the spoon straight into her cleavage.
By the time she was done with the first “sundae”, Jessi’s face was completely smeared with streams of chocolate and caramel that flowed into rivers that in turn flowed into her cleavage. Not even pausing for a breather, Jessi immediately jumped to the next sundae as Debbie carefully pulled the empty dish away from the hurricane that was Jessi.
Although Jessi was always somewhat chubby, her stomach had swelled from tummy, to paunch, to full-blown belly, and didn’t show any signs of stopping. The thing had been slowly swelling with every other bite, and to Debbie’s usual astonishment, it didn’t show any sign of a limit. She could swear she heard the ice cream sloshing around in there with the frantic movement of Jessi’s eating, but it was hard to distinguish between the sloshing and the increasingly wet farts. SSSPPPLLLRRRSSSHHHHTTTT SSSPPPRRRrrrrrrrssshhhPPLAAARRRSSSHHHAAAMMMFFFF!!!
With less than half of the sundae left, Jessi finally showed signs of slowing down, but only slightly. Like a machine, Jessi continued to chow on the ice cream; chocolate swirl here, caramel swirl there, a huge chunk of cookie dough next, more and more of it spilling down the front of her and now making its way past her bulging breasts and onto the ever-swelling belly that was now taking over more and more of her thighs.
Debbie shook her head in disbelief once again as with a massive shudder, Jessi shoved the last spoonful into her awaiting mouth, the room now completely quiet except the sloshing of more ice cream than most people could eat in a month… Well, that and an especially mighty—PPPPLLLLRRRAAAAAFSSSSSHHHHHTTTTPPPPLllloooorrrmmmffff… SSPLLLARRTTT!!!
As Jessi sat in a glutton-induced haze of frozen dairy goodness, Debbie went about cleaning up and paying Jessi’s bill, even taking time to wipe off as much of Jessi’s front as she could, though there was nothing she could do for Jessi’s… “shirt”. “So… How was it, Darlin’?”
Jessi took a few moments before she could respond, stuffed to the gills and then some. “Shooooo… SSPPRAASSHHH! Gooood…” Jessi was so happily stuffed, she was about to nod off, at least until she suddenly snapped back awake. “Oh my gosh, I gotta like… Oooh… PPLLRRAAAPPPTTT! Get back to KyKy!”
Jessi never ceased to amaze Debbie, a fact that was once again hit home as she suddenly lurched to her feet and waddled right out of the door, her stomach holding so much that she should be in a coma, let alone walking. “Thanks again, Darlin’! Oh, and tell your man he’s one lucky stud!”
Unbeknownst to either of them, in the walk to the gym and the ice cream eating binge that was the last half-hour, Jessi and Kyle barely missed each other multiple times. But by the time Jessi waddled out of the shop, Kyle could have walked right in front of her (or been dragged by an overly confident red-head) and she probably wouldn’t have noticed, so glazed was her vision from the euphoria that was a tummy filled to bursting with ice cream.
With what little was left of her top completely smeared and stained with all different swirls of browns and caramels, not to mention a stomach that had not only grown gigantic but sloshed with every movement, Jessi made the slow, drunken march back to the apartment. “Hehe… Lactose… Intolerant… Nuh-uh!!! There’s like… no way… it would taste… that gooooood!” SSSSPPPLLLLLRRRRRRSSSSHHHHHHTTTTT… BLOOORPT!!!
By the time Jessi had made it up the 6 flights of stairs to the apartment, her stomach had somehow already shrank significantly, her drunken shuffle giving way to her usual jiggly gait as she walked to her door and made her way inside. The sight that greeted her was practically a miracle. “Oh my gosh, I can like, totally see the floor! KyKy, you’re so totally, awesomely, amazingly, amazing!!! Hehehe!” Jessi bounced for joy, until she noticed that Kyle wasn’t there. “KyKy? Where did you go…? You didn’t… He didn’t… <i>Leave,</i> did he?” Jessi was on the verge of blubbering, until she suddenly remembered what he had said. “Wait, he said he wasn’t leaving, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now! He probably just went to get something to eat… Yeah, that’s it!”
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