Chapter 4. Ice cream can't break your heart (part II)

"God, I'm going to get fat if I keep this up," Kelsey whined as I presented her with the third sundae. I had gone all out with this creation: it was a masterpiece, the tallest tower I had ever built. Heavy with candy, with multiple whipped cream turrets and of course, a moat of mocha sauce. Kelsey did not seem intimidated by the prospect of slaying this beast. She then did something I was not expecting, but it was something I had been fantasizing about since she ordered the first sundae.

She pulled up her sweatshirt and tucked it under the breasts I knew all the other girls in her frenemy group were so jealous of. It exposed a small, bloated belly. She wriggled uncomfortably in her seat and adjusted the waistband of her sweatpants so it sat under the belly rather than putting pressure on it. She began to rub her belly lazily with both hands, taking deep breaths.

"I feel so stuffed," she complained. I resisted the urge to ask why she kept eating, then, mainly because I wanted to see how much she could handle.

"You. Rub." She ordered with another snap and a point at me. I couldn't believe this was actually happening right now. I didn't know how to reject her. I knew this was wildly inappropriate conduct between an employee and a customer, but I desperately wanted to feel how taut and stuffed she was. Before I knew it, I had automatically slid into the seat beside her and begin to caress her distended belly in a circular motion. This left her hands free to start on the third sundae.

She took her sweet time with the sundae, her movements lethargic and her breathing laborious. I massaged her swollen belly as she continued to mercilessly pack it fuller, and I could feel the strain as her stomach stretched to accomodate its contents. Once she successfully conquered a quarter of the dish, she began to pant and let out delectable little moans as she continued to lap at the ice cream. It was a thrill to my ears. Hearing her shallow breathing and the moans of pleasure she couldn't hold back as she stubbornly surpassed her limits was driving me wild. I was worried my wetness would leak right through my jean shorts and that my sinful desires would be visible to everyone.

"Why does it have to taste so, damn, good..." She groaned. The spoon slipped from her fingers and fell to the table with a clang. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hands groped at her belly, exploring the new curve to it. Her back arched and her head tilted back, as if she was trying to create more space in her stomach or get it into a more comfortable position.

"Is it painful?" I was curious, because it sure looked it.

"Yeah, but, I have to finish..." She sighed, "Would it be okay, if...if you fed me?"

My heart was hammering right out of my chest now. Was she trying to kill me? Was she hitting on me? I couldn't tell.

"Um, okay. I can do that." I tried not to seem too eager, but I couldn't tell if she saw right through me or not.

I reached for the spoon and loaded it up with some toppings that had begun to sink in the melted ice cream. I lifted it to her mouth. She took it in her mouth and sucked on it, making eye contact with me.

"Ah-" I couldn't stop my body's reaction to her. My spine curved forward, my mouth fell open helplessly as I made that sound.

She swallowed, then gave me a smirk. "You seem to be enjoying this a little too much, ice cream girl."

I didn't know how to respond, but I was sure my deepening blush was giving everything away.

"Whatever, freak. Just finish the job." She instructed. How could I defy her? I lifted the spoon again, doing my best and failing to prevent my hand from shaking.

Slowly but surely, Kelsey finished the third sundae. I was practically shuddering with desire in response to how she was taking all of it inside her with dogged determination. I was so horny, I felt like I was just gushing fluid. What was she doing to me?

"Last bite," I encouraged as I brought the spoon to her lips for the last time. I felt a tinge of disappointment. Would I ever get to do this again?

"Mmm," her eyes rolled back into her head as she finished and she slumped back against the seat, "so...full. Can't, move...".

Her belly resembled a volleyball protruding forward to rest in her lap. Its weight pinned her down to the seat.

I began to gather her dirty dishes, preparing to take them back to the kitchen to be washed.

"Where do you think you're going?" One of her eyes shot open.

"I'm...cleaning up after you?"

"No. I'm not done with you yet."

"Umm...what?" How had she managed to sink her cherry claws into me so deeply I was hopelessly willing to do her bidding at any cost? I wasn't even mad about it, I wanted to.

"I know you want a taste of me. Go on then, try it." She declared confidently.

My gaze darted furtively to the floor-to-ceiling window we were next to. There was no one watching us at the moment, but we were completely exposed to any unsuspecting passerby that were to wander by the shop.

"There's no one around right now," Kelsey snapped, "focus on me."

She watched me get on my knees before her tentatively. "Good girl," she praised, "show me what you're capable of."

"Okay," I hesitantly reached for her waistband, pulled it down to her knees. She spread her legs for me. She hadn't bothered to wear underwear, so I was already getting an eyeful of her pussy. God, she was beautiful. Her engorged clit was calling me to her. I dove into her, licking and sucking while my hands rested on her rigid belly. She rewarded me with her moans. She squirmed helplessly as I devoured her. I didn't need to restrain her: she was already vulnerable, subdued by the weight of her own stomach on top of her. I kept one hand tracing circles on her belly, the other I slipped down my shorts. I came with her screams ringing in my ears as I satisfied her.