Boardwalk

Chapter 1

The boardwalk creaked as if it were crying out for help as her fat-laden bare feet stomped loudly on the ground. Several of the beachgoers walking by did a double take as we stepped past, staring right at her stretch mark-laden belly as it jiggled and swung like a pendulum over her unbuttoned daisy dukes. Her ass, now the size of an exercise ball at the gym, bounced as she walked, each cheek moving with each step from her tree-trunk thighs. Her breasts threaten to break free from her bikini top that had clearly been ordered several sizes too small (oops). Her juicy arms also swayed and jiggled as she walked just like her belly as she greedily gulped down her XL peanut butter milkshake. Even the fat on her beautiful, round face seemed to quiver. Her body was adorned with fine diamond piercings on her ears and cavernous belly button that matched her wrist and ankle bracelets. On her neck was a leather collar adorned with a shiny golden cowbell; I loved to decorate my prized cow.

We didn’t get very far before she began to slow down and beg for me to turn around; we only passed three shops and a beach hotel. I obliged and we turned around as she exerted what effort she could to keep her fat, quivering legs moving. Her body began to glisten with sweat and she was short of breath, almost gasping at the hot summer air. She desperately gulped down her milkshake faster, hoping the thick, frozen calories would cool her down. At last, we waddled all of the way back to the car. She took the last sip of her shake and reached into the trunk for the cooler for a bottle of cold water. She then tucked one underneath her gargantuan belly, shivering as it touched her soft and supple skin. She then grabbed another one and yelped as she dumped it all over her body.

“S-s-so are you happy now?” she asked me casually as she dried off with a towel large enough to cover her and probably a small sofa. “You got to show off your ‘prized cow’ like you’ve always wanted.”

“I’ve never been happier,” I answered truthfully. “Or more turned on.”

“I see,” she said as she glanced at my shorts. “Well I’m glad you had your fun.”

“Oh don’t pretend you didn’t love that,” I teased her.

She responded by pretending to ponder that, one hand sarcastically stroking her chin while the other rubbed her massive gut.

“Well, I love making you happy so of course I did,” she teased back.

“Okay, well now that ‘I’ve had my fun’, you can start coming to the gym with me,” I offered dishonestly. “Or instead, we can get you another one of those milkshakes.”

She continued to ponder sarcastically, rubbing her belly even faster. She then looked me in the eyes and beamed at me.

“Oh who am I kidding, I want another shake!” she finally admitted.

“That’s what I thought,” I replied with satisfaction. “I know you love being a fat lazy cow.”

“I do,” she whispered seductively as she reached up for a kiss. “So how about we get that shake now?” she added greedily.