Mrs. Garcia and the Dangers of Breaking Diet
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
smilingwe
Oof! Why do they make them so tall…
Left, angled, next to the cereal boxes, Lupe just couldn’t get her niece’s package to fit nicely on top of her fridge. There were just so many things getting in the way! Already she was growing tired of moving things aside just to make room for the box, she even had to get on her tiptoes to buy herself some leverage shoving stuff aside. The sooner this was out of the way, the sooner she could enjoy her well-earned afternoon dessert…
“Aangh!”
A light moan escaped the mature latina struggling with storage, her strife rooted in her strained back after stretching herself tall so awkwardly. Ugh, Lupe absolutely loathed when her age showed up like that; it’s when it stung the most that, despite not looking or feeling too far off most of the time, she simply wasn’t twenty anymore.
Come on… a bit more to the left aaand…
“There we go…”
Miffling down on her aching and whining, the older tutor was finally able to shelf the box after a few more tries in such a way that it would stand out without having to worry about it falling off if she opened the fridge’s door. Finally, after a couple of reasuring nudges and a relieved sigh, the overexerted teacher stepped down from her tiptoes and arched her back, letting her hands sink behind over its aching spots hoping to crack a few bones down here and there so as to ease the rough time they were giving her. Ugh, so sore… One could be excused think that decades of lugging around her bountiful ‘assets’ wouldv’e had trained Lupe’s column to deal with any and all hassles; but then again, age had been only so merciful on her.
Mmph, next time I’ll just get the stepladder… Lupe glanced up at the box overhanging atop her fridge, grunting at her age as it didn’t seem that high when looked at from the floor; but ultimately shrugged it off after her pain waned and returned to the unsolved business of her tea time. Lupe’s frown turned upside down as she collected her slice and her cup, steaming still with her soothing brew, and moved to the couch in her study, her favorite spot to sit back and relax.
Placing her cup on the adjacent table, the mature woman pressed down her hand on the seat, pre-sinking the felt to her liking like a pup preparing its rest. Thankfully, kneeling down in the slightest to adjust her seat wasn’t nearly as taxing on her body as talling out, it only resulted in the mildest strain on her knees; greatly offset by the almost healing quality of her recliner. Once the couch was softened enough, Lupe turned around and let her lovely, ample rear touch down on the cushion and finish what her hand started. Her bountiful tush cratered neatly into the seat, and although comfy in its own already, it always required a bit of extra push once she was seated down so her little cloud nine could really feel like a piece of heaven.
For this last stretch of extra oomph, Lupe dragged her weight over the cushion as she adjusted her position to lay back on the too-big recliner. Her shapely bottom grinded on the fibers back and forth, pitting out plush against plush so that her form dug out nicely to mold into her shape. Well, more than it was already; after years of being butt-pummeled and bearing the brunt of her load, bottom-heavy as she was, the seat’s surface was already trained to her curvy contours, with a wide dent remaining always present off-center at the seat, as if a ghost were holding her place until her return. Yet despite this hollow fit the teacher insisted that the routine was still needed to soften the spot for her.
Inching across the seat, Lupe sighed in comfort as her back docked into its own fixture in the recliner, the last of her aches leaving without a trace. Picking the plate of her pie slice from her lap, the mature woman then held it over her ample bust as she forked off the next bite. Her mouth watered as if in tears over missing her sweet reward, and she couldn’t hold back her delight as she brougth the bite to her mouth.
“Mhm… Aah-“
Right then Lupe entered a moment of pure bliss tasting her dessert in delight. This was not only one of her favorite sweets, but also the part of her diet she liked the most: breaking it. After a full week of nothing but fiber-rich meals, nothing but bland soups, salads and oatmeal, a slice of nothing but baked sugar and pudding was a forkful of pure ecstasy. It was just sooo good, it felt more than a forkful of joy, more like a mouthful of joy!
No, even more, like a handful of joy!
In fact, it felt like a potful of joy!
…
Alright, this was beginning to feel like too much joy!
Lupe broke off her moment of relief as she felt the bite overtake most of her mouth in an instant, and it felt like it was bulking out still! Had she really grabbed more than she realized? It felt like she stuffed the whole slice at once! Lupe began to panic, worried that it would get stuck! Her only immediate reaction was to try to cough up the massive bulk of apple pie that she threatened to choke her.
Mmph! Gmph!
It was no use! Try as she might, she just couldn’t push out the chunk out of her mouth, almost as if it grew to the size of a tennis ball while in her mouth! She would choke for sure if it kept growing at this rate!
Lupe was growing desperate, pounding on her chest but unable to spit it out, hoping to find anything that would wake her from this just desserts nightmare. I will never break diet again! She swore in vain. Luckily for her, just as the bite began to really test and strain her jaw muscles, it halted its growth. Just like that, almost as quick as it happened, Lupe felt the rogue bit stop pushing the boundaries of her mouth, having taken up most space inside her mouth just shy of her throat. At last, she could calm down from that strange, worrying experience.
The mortified missus took an inner sigh of relief while breathing through her nose. What the heckles just happened?! Truly shocked out of her wits, in all her years the mature woman had never experienced something alike. She could only hope it was a one-time thing, although it would still haunt her for days to come.
Mmm… Mhmmm…
Although, always looking for a silver lining, Lupe’s anguish swerved back to delight as she enjoyed the sweet taste her close call left on her tongue, just the right blend of apple jam and cinammon for the perfect level of sweetness. Lupe relished in the pie’s taste as she originally intended, ignoring the sore cheeks she was getting from having her lips stretched wide; she waited all week for this moment, goshdarnit! Although there was still one more issue left with the portion, she would soon realize.
As she savored her fresh bake-turned-hard-candy, Lupe still struggled to bite down to chew seeing as there wasn’t nearly any space left in her mouth to push her bites. Unwilling to let her dessert go to waste even now, the teacher just shrugged off and proceeded to eat away at the chunk by the piecemeal. Too big to chomp down at once and too much to just spit out and let it waste, Lupe would just chip and chew off smaller bits at her own leisure. At first it was a laborious process, grinding her molars at the ball just to mine some mush off from it, then carefully swallowing her reaped prize so that she wouldn’t suck in more than she collected; over and over for the first dozen or so bites.
After a while, the morsel had decimated to a more maneageable size and had soaked up much of the teacher’s saliva. By then its crust spongied up to a mushy consistency and the applesauce lost most of its thick density; allowing Lupe to proceed with its consumption normally. Rounding up the mush from every corner of her mouth, the older woman sighed contently as she sent down the last of her biggest bite to date with a heavy Gl-Guulp!
“Aaahh…”
Lupe released her gasp of pent-up delight as her empty mouth met the outside world unblocked once more; not a single crumb or drop of jam left inside, nothing but ropes and puddles of drool glistened in her maw, leftovers from the consuming effort she just pulled through. One more softer ulp drained the excess down to where it was needed, assisting in breaking down her weekly allowance of guilt-weighting sweets. Finally, she took a swig from her cup of warm sweetened tea to wash everything down, ensuring that the entirety of the bite arrived at her stomach.
Coming down on her cloud of joy, Lupe clicked her lips and scanned her tongue on them in search of every single crumb and sprinkle that escaped her appetite. Once they too were clear of remains, she released another relaxed sigh and let her back sink fully into the recliner, where she likewise let her hand rest softly on the fuzzy robe over her tummy. Without a doubt, this was one of the most memorable pies she had, if not singled out for its flavor by the eating experience itself; it excelled on either account.
Lost about in her sweet coma, Lupe’s resting hand was absently caressing her stuffed belly, rubbing and pressing lightly as if to ease the load within, when her fingers knocked on the platter nested on her stomach as well. The plate whose pie slice was still amost intact, with only the tip carved out of shape.
Lupe could barely believe it; she really just had a single bite out of her slice! Even though it filled her as much as the whole pie would… whoa, this diet must really be working for her!
Yet, despite having just eaten her fill, the veteran maestra looked at her occupied middle with craving eyes still…
Oooh… Should I? It’s really only just one slice after all…
Left, angled, next to the cereal boxes, Lupe just couldn’t get her niece’s package to fit nicely on top of her fridge. There were just so many things getting in the way! Already she was growing tired of moving things aside just to make room for the box, she even had to get on her tiptoes to buy herself some leverage shoving stuff aside. The sooner this was out of the way, the sooner she could enjoy her well-earned afternoon dessert…
“Aangh!”
A light moan escaped the mature latina struggling with storage, her strife rooted in her strained back after stretching herself tall so awkwardly. Ugh, Lupe absolutely loathed when her age showed up like that; it’s when it stung the most that, despite not looking or feeling too far off most of the time, she simply wasn’t twenty anymore.
Come on… a bit more to the left aaand…
“There we go…”
Miffling down on her aching and whining, the older tutor was finally able to shelf the box after a few more tries in such a way that it would stand out without having to worry about it falling off if she opened the fridge’s door. Finally, after a couple of reasuring nudges and a relieved sigh, the overexerted teacher stepped down from her tiptoes and arched her back, letting her hands sink behind over its aching spots hoping to crack a few bones down here and there so as to ease the rough time they were giving her. Ugh, so sore… One could be excused think that decades of lugging around her bountiful ‘assets’ wouldv’e had trained Lupe’s column to deal with any and all hassles; but then again, age had been only so merciful on her.
Mmph, next time I’ll just get the stepladder… Lupe glanced up at the box overhanging atop her fridge, grunting at her age as it didn’t seem that high when looked at from the floor; but ultimately shrugged it off after her pain waned and returned to the unsolved business of her tea time. Lupe’s frown turned upside down as she collected her slice and her cup, steaming still with her soothing brew, and moved to the couch in her study, her favorite spot to sit back and relax.
Placing her cup on the adjacent table, the mature woman pressed down her hand on the seat, pre-sinking the felt to her liking like a pup preparing its rest. Thankfully, kneeling down in the slightest to adjust her seat wasn’t nearly as taxing on her body as talling out, it only resulted in the mildest strain on her knees; greatly offset by the almost healing quality of her recliner. Once the couch was softened enough, Lupe turned around and let her lovely, ample rear touch down on the cushion and finish what her hand started. Her bountiful tush cratered neatly into the seat, and although comfy in its own already, it always required a bit of extra push once she was seated down so her little cloud nine could really feel like a piece of heaven.
For this last stretch of extra oomph, Lupe dragged her weight over the cushion as she adjusted her position to lay back on the too-big recliner. Her shapely bottom grinded on the fibers back and forth, pitting out plush against plush so that her form dug out nicely to mold into her shape. Well, more than it was already; after years of being butt-pummeled and bearing the brunt of her load, bottom-heavy as she was, the seat’s surface was already trained to her curvy contours, with a wide dent remaining always present off-center at the seat, as if a ghost were holding her place until her return. Yet despite this hollow fit the teacher insisted that the routine was still needed to soften the spot for her.
Inching across the seat, Lupe sighed in comfort as her back docked into its own fixture in the recliner, the last of her aches leaving without a trace. Picking the plate of her pie slice from her lap, the mature woman then held it over her ample bust as she forked off the next bite. Her mouth watered as if in tears over missing her sweet reward, and she couldn’t hold back her delight as she brougth the bite to her mouth.
“Mhm… Aah-“
Right then Lupe entered a moment of pure bliss tasting her dessert in delight. This was not only one of her favorite sweets, but also the part of her diet she liked the most: breaking it. After a full week of nothing but fiber-rich meals, nothing but bland soups, salads and oatmeal, a slice of nothing but baked sugar and pudding was a forkful of pure ecstasy. It was just sooo good, it felt more than a forkful of joy, more like a mouthful of joy!
No, even more, like a handful of joy!
In fact, it felt like a potful of joy!
…
Alright, this was beginning to feel like too much joy!
Lupe broke off her moment of relief as she felt the bite overtake most of her mouth in an instant, and it felt like it was bulking out still! Had she really grabbed more than she realized? It felt like she stuffed the whole slice at once! Lupe began to panic, worried that it would get stuck! Her only immediate reaction was to try to cough up the massive bulk of apple pie that she threatened to choke her.
Mmph! Gmph!
It was no use! Try as she might, she just couldn’t push out the chunk out of her mouth, almost as if it grew to the size of a tennis ball while in her mouth! She would choke for sure if it kept growing at this rate!
Lupe was growing desperate, pounding on her chest but unable to spit it out, hoping to find anything that would wake her from this just desserts nightmare. I will never break diet again! She swore in vain. Luckily for her, just as the bite began to really test and strain her jaw muscles, it halted its growth. Just like that, almost as quick as it happened, Lupe felt the rogue bit stop pushing the boundaries of her mouth, having taken up most space inside her mouth just shy of her throat. At last, she could calm down from that strange, worrying experience.
The mortified missus took an inner sigh of relief while breathing through her nose. What the heckles just happened?! Truly shocked out of her wits, in all her years the mature woman had never experienced something alike. She could only hope it was a one-time thing, although it would still haunt her for days to come.
Mmm… Mhmmm…
Although, always looking for a silver lining, Lupe’s anguish swerved back to delight as she enjoyed the sweet taste her close call left on her tongue, just the right blend of apple jam and cinammon for the perfect level of sweetness. Lupe relished in the pie’s taste as she originally intended, ignoring the sore cheeks she was getting from having her lips stretched wide; she waited all week for this moment, goshdarnit! Although there was still one more issue left with the portion, she would soon realize.
As she savored her fresh bake-turned-hard-candy, Lupe still struggled to bite down to chew seeing as there wasn’t nearly any space left in her mouth to push her bites. Unwilling to let her dessert go to waste even now, the teacher just shrugged off and proceeded to eat away at the chunk by the piecemeal. Too big to chomp down at once and too much to just spit out and let it waste, Lupe would just chip and chew off smaller bits at her own leisure. At first it was a laborious process, grinding her molars at the ball just to mine some mush off from it, then carefully swallowing her reaped prize so that she wouldn’t suck in more than she collected; over and over for the first dozen or so bites.
After a while, the morsel had decimated to a more maneageable size and had soaked up much of the teacher’s saliva. By then its crust spongied up to a mushy consistency and the applesauce lost most of its thick density; allowing Lupe to proceed with its consumption normally. Rounding up the mush from every corner of her mouth, the older woman sighed contently as she sent down the last of her biggest bite to date with a heavy Gl-Guulp!
“Aaahh…”
Lupe released her gasp of pent-up delight as her empty mouth met the outside world unblocked once more; not a single crumb or drop of jam left inside, nothing but ropes and puddles of drool glistened in her maw, leftovers from the consuming effort she just pulled through. One more softer ulp drained the excess down to where it was needed, assisting in breaking down her weekly allowance of guilt-weighting sweets. Finally, she took a swig from her cup of warm sweetened tea to wash everything down, ensuring that the entirety of the bite arrived at her stomach.
Coming down on her cloud of joy, Lupe clicked her lips and scanned her tongue on them in search of every single crumb and sprinkle that escaped her appetite. Once they too were clear of remains, she released another relaxed sigh and let her back sink fully into the recliner, where she likewise let her hand rest softly on the fuzzy robe over her tummy. Without a doubt, this was one of the most memorable pies she had, if not singled out for its flavor by the eating experience itself; it excelled on either account.
Lost about in her sweet coma, Lupe’s resting hand was absently caressing her stuffed belly, rubbing and pressing lightly as if to ease the load within, when her fingers knocked on the platter nested on her stomach as well. The plate whose pie slice was still amost intact, with only the tip carved out of shape.
Lupe could barely believe it; she really just had a single bite out of her slice! Even though it filled her as much as the whole pie would… whoa, this diet must really be working for her!
Yet, despite having just eaten her fill, the veteran maestra looked at her occupied middle with craving eyes still…
Oooh… Should I? It’s really only just one slice after all…
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