A trucker's tale

Chapter 2

T1 - "Yeah, so within five minutes, the entire fucking soft serve machine is wheeled out, all connected still, rolled right up to her table."

T2 - "This is fucking crazy."

T1 - "Oh, really?! SO...she just keeps shoving cake in her face like, completely oblivious to everything. A nervous looking waiter rushes over and screws on some kind of tube or hose and she grabs it from him and puts it in her mouth...like she deep throated that thing."

T2 - "What the fuck?!...so...."

T1 - "The waiter turns on the machine."

T2 - "So, she is just sucking the ice cream out of the machine?"

T1 - "Yeah man. Crazy shit. So she starts kinda rubbing her sides...all around those huge fucking rolls...a minutes goes by...then the fucking waiter faints! That's when all of a sudden got real serious and stilll, then started to panic!"

T2 - "Oh fuck!"

T1 - "So, there's this passed out waiter lying there, none of the other staff saw him keel over, and this huge blob of whale panicking with this tube of ice cream stuck in her mouth, pouring into her body."

T2 - "Oh...the machine was still going?!?!?"

T1 - "Yup."

T2 - "Did anyone do anything?"

T1 - "Not too quickly at all, actually. The wait staff failed to notice a man down, and at that point must have been so frustrated by this very large woman's chaotic visit, that they paid no attention to her shoveling food into her fat body."

T2 - "What about the customers?"

T1 - "They kinda laughed and watched...it was like a fucking cartoon come to life!"

T2 - "Well...sounds like it."

T1 - "So she is panicking and starts looking down at and rubbing her belly...and I swear to god, she seemed ever BIGGER than a moment ago...her dress was sooo fucking tight, it eventually started tearing down the middle."

T2 - "WHAAA!!!??"

T1 - "Yeah man. By the time they got to her and shut off the ice cream machine, she just sat back, arms dangling to either side and panted heavily...her huge swollen belly just toally popped out of the dress, spilling out all pressed up on the table. Her bra looked next to go...but someone came in a van and helped her out of there with some cart."

T2 - "Well...she has nothing on that In'n'Out chick. All she did was eat a few burgers and burped loudest I head in a while."

Needless to say, I did not approach the trucker for further questioning. Not the kind of thing you do at 1:30am at a truck stop over some fetish related coincidence. Oh well! Nebraska might have a new visitor soon! I hear North Platte is beautiful this time of year...