Frankie Fats

 You're the new intern at Foster's and you work under fat Frankie.
>You start eyeing fat Frankie, noticing that she's put on a few more pounds, about 10 or so.
> You notice her double belly peaking from under her shirt. She munches some of Madame Fosters' cookies, probably stolen from Mac's secret stash. She catches you eyeing her.
>You avert your eyes to break the staredown. She giggles lightly, and jiggles her belly, hoping to recapture your attention...and she does.
>You stare at the jiggling mass of flesh, biting your lip and fighting off a raging bull of a boner.
>She walks up to you, swaying he fat, washing machine-wide hips. You physically lock up, arms clasped to your side. She looks you in the eye and smiles.
>"Hey Anon McAnonson, I can put in a good for you to Mr. Herriman so he can give you some paid overtime, but you're gonna have to do something for me.
> Face burning red, your raise an eyebrow. "What do you want me to do?"
>She points he finger to a nearby counter. " You see the new chocolate filled cookies on the counter? I want you bring those upstairs and follow me upstairs to my room. You're gonna be a part of my cookie break."
>You start to sweat, buy you crack an eager smile. " Sure, whatever you say Ms. Foster."
>You follow her up the stairs, watching her bubble butt cheeks swish up and down as she walks.
>You enter her room, a container of cookies in hand and some milk for good measure. You close the door behind you.
>Frankie crawls on top her bed. You hear the groans of her bed as she settles herself, her belly rubbing against the covers. She lays down on her back.
>You walk up to bed and open the container of cookies. The smell of chocolate fills the room. Frankie's belly growls in anticipation
>She rests her arms to her side. "Well McAnonson, I'm waiting." She licks her lips

>it's about half an hour into Frankie's cookie break.
>The feeding has slowed. Frankie's enthusiasm has dipped as she became full. Her belly jets from her shirt, taut like snare drum. It gurgles and groans in a poor attempt to digest the content of milk and cookies.
>Frankie whimpers as she shifts her body on the bed, failing to find a comfortable position. You notice her discomfort, and place a hand on he bloated gut, delivering gentle strokes.
>"Oh God...*urrp* That was a mistake. Why do I do this to myself?" Fat Frankie glances at her stuffed stomach., and groans.
> You stand by Frankie's side in utter ah at her lethargic state. "Holy crap Frankie, I've never seen a girl eat like that, or a man actually. You continue to rub her stomach. Frankie moans under your touch.
>"Ugh...Anon, hand me the milk jug. My throats killing me." Frankie pitifully reaches the milk cartoon in your hand.
>You look at milk jug with concern, then back to the engorged Frankie. She can't possibly want milk after shoveling her face like that.
>"Are you sure about that? You look like you're about to burst." You reluctantly hand her the jug.
>Frankie shoots an annoyed look at you. She huffs as she sits up. "Relax killjoy, I know my limits..." She takes the jug from your hand and proceeds to drink. Audible gulps emit from her throat. You check out her belly as it continues to expand and strain against the confines her wine colored skirt.
>Milk runs down her plump cheeks and continues down to her cow tits. The zipper on her skirt is putting up a losing battle. Her gut surges outward as you hear the zipper break.
>Your eyes widen at her distended belly. Frankie groans deeply as she drops the jug and falls back onto the bed. She wraps her hands around her stomach.
>"...And I have clearly passed them. Ugh..." Her stomach gurgles in protest of forced chugging.


You continue to explore the entirety of Frankie's massive middle. Her moans and light squeals encourage you to keep up the pace. The smile on your face lengthens, among other things.
>Frankie bucks with what little movement her body will allow her. Her chubby toes curl in response to your fingers.
>A rush of boldness overtakes you. You slowly snake your right hand up Frankie's body. You gingerly grip her right breast and begin to manipulate the plump mound of flesh.
>A sharp gasp erupts from her, her eyes snap open. She looks up at you, mouth agape.
>You snatch your hand back in response, feeling like you've crossed a line. You sport a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that Frankie, I got a tad carried away."
>Frankie throws a devious a smirk your way, sits up, and reaches for the rim of her shirt. "Feeling a little bold aren't we, Mr McAnonson? I like that." Frankie pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor, revealing a light-purple bra. It hugs her luscious D-sized breasts and side pudge.
>Your eye become fixated on her chest, eager to see what lies behind the fabric.
>Frankie reaches behind back, a click sound emits from her bra. She dangles the bra in one hand as she reveals her cowtits. "Now lets have some real fun." She crawls towards you with a lustful gaze, her belly grazing the bed.
>Before you can properly react Frankie's lips wrap around yours and her flabby form presses against you. You can feel yourself sink into the kiss, as well as her softness. You embrace the moment and close your eyes. Your hands once again decide to tour the corpulent caretaker. You grasp as much of her as your hands will permit, one hand rubbing her belly, the other hand gripping her side rolls before heading south to grab her gigantic ass.
>Frankie moans into the kiss, her cheeks beet red. She wraps her hands around you in a loving squeeze


Frankie suddenly breaks away from the kiss, leaving you a bit startled. "Is something wrong?"
>A sensual grin appears on her face. "Not a thing." Frankie reaches for your pants and proceeds to undo your belt. You jerk a bit in shock. She pushes you down on the bed and effortlessly separates you from your jeans, revealing your 'Ice Charades' boxers(you fucking dork). She climbs on top you, trying to properly balance herself as she straddles you. Her massive rear plopping right on your crotch. "Sorry about that, but I want to be topsies ."
>You're taken aback by Frankie's actions, caught completely off guard by her sudden burst of energy, and movement for that matter. She leans towards you, burying your torso under her thick flab as she closes the gap between your face and hers.
>Your lips lock once and you proceed to fondle Frankie's fat folds. Feeling every bit jiggle and jostle as your groping intensifies. As you press your hand in to her protruding potbelly you can still feel a hint of denseness.
>Frankie winces in slight pain and gives annoyed grimace. "Hey, ease up a bit Anon, I'm still a bit full."
>You relax your hands on her stomach. "My bad. Hey! I know a good way for you to burn the rest of those cookies off." An eager smile takes over your face. "You lie back down, I'm gonna be on top."
>Frankie complies and pries her hide off of you as you begin to switch positions.The bed groans in response to the shift in weight. She lies back down and awaits for the "exercise" to commence.
>You reach under her plush mattress of a belly and slowly remove her panties. She giggles in anticipation, barely able to contain her excitement.
>You gaze at her fat body, admiring the cushion that's ready and waiting for some intense pushin'. You grip the rim of your (dorky) boxers, and smile at her, eager to help your supersized supervisor work up an appetite.