Ron rolled his eyes at the stream of threats flowing from his customer's mouth.
". . . you better get me out of here soon. I'm in no mood for this. I'm here as a paying customer. I gave you my $12.35 and this is the service I get in return," Gloria excoriated Ron, "I demand to have my full hour at the buffet, no matter how long this takes."
Her soprano voice might be pleasant if it were used for anything other than a shrill nagging. And how he hated her Long Island accent. Ronald never dealt with this before, though he should have predicted it from her. He analyzed the situation: Gloria was so goddamn fat that she was literally wedge
With one hand, Sally caressed her swollen stomach, distended and quivering erotically. She patted her belly just to see the rippling surface. The waves she generated rippled across her vast and overfilled gut in a quick tremor. She loved the feel of soft belly flab; kneading it, grabbing it, squeezing it. But her gut was so full that it was tight rather than flabby, and it gurgled loudly in complaint.
With her other hand, Sally brought another decadent truffle to her lips. She bit into it and let the taste melt on her tongue before putting the rest of the chocolate into her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed the morsel and her belly stretche