Lard-U-Like

[Nasty_beth]

Kim was having a bad day. She had woken up early, but then dawdling over breakfast, she had run late. That wouldn't normally have been a problem, she always allowed a little extra time to allow for traffic, but today seemed to be the day all the farmers chose to get their machinery out and drag it along the roads at a snails pace. Once she reached the city, really late by that time, the traffic was unusually clear, so she wouldn't even be able to use it as a plausible excuse.

Pausing only to run a brush through her fair, carefully straightened hair and check her make-up in the mirror, she slung her laptop over her shoulder and hurried into the office. Catching her reflection a window as she strode across the parking lot, Kim mused that at least she looked good today. She was proud of her slim figure. Some of her friends had suggested that she took the slimming a little too seriously, eating nothing but salads and visiting the gym four times a week, but seeing her lithe pins in these tight grey trousers, tapering up from her hips to an almost impossibly tiny waist made it all worth it.

Kim was a sales rep. She been doing this job forever, changing companies whenever a suitably large pay increase was offered. And they were offered, frequently, because everybody knew Kim would bring all her clients with her. It was just unfortunate that Kim had done all her early networking in the field of food grade fats. Sure, it was a growth industry, but looking up at the corporate office attached to the Lard-U-Like factory, she couldn't help wishing she worked somewhere a bit more glamorous. Somewhere that suited her personality a bit better.

Plugging in at her hot-desk, Kim was grateful that nobody appeared to have noticed she was late. She was so frequently in and out of the office visiting clients that most of the staff had long since given up paying any attention to her comings and goings. The first email of the day was from the boss, flagged as "important". That didn't bode well.

[quote]TO: Kim Halcyona
FROM: Clare Porcine
SUBJECT: Ecocopia Account/lies?
28/06/2011 08:12AM

Kim, Seamus at Ecocopia is very upset with us. Apparently, you told him all out product is 99% fat free and suitable for use in their "Vegan-Friendly Butter Icing". Please see me as soon as you come in.[/quote]

The second email was also from the boss:

[quote]TO: Kim Halcyona
FROM: Clare Porcine
SUBJECT: YOU ARE LATE!
28/06/2011 08:33AM

SEE ME AT ONCE[/quote]

"I got your email...Sss. Emails."

"Come in, Kim. Sit down." Kim gave up struggling to close the heavy fire door to Clare's office and sat down opposite her employer. Clare was a large lady. That was putting it politely. She was huge. Too huge to wear proper business clothes. She had made an effort to accessorize her outfit with a silk scarf and expensive spectacles, but it was still basically a vast purple kaftan. Sacks of fat flesh spilled over the arms of her leather "executive" chair, forcing her to adopt a curious posture when she wished to reach her desk, elbows raised to reach over her bulk with hands that looked disproportionately small at the ends of her saggy flesh wrapped arms. "Close the door, Kim."

Kim reddened as she stood and wrestled with the door for almost a full minute before it finally clunked into place and she returned to her chair. Clare stared at her the whole time with a stoney-faced expression that didn't change when she finally announced: "We're going to lose the Ecocopia contract."

A long sigh escaped Kim's lips. "I don't know what to tell you Clare. I was surprised Seamus even choose us in the first place. I mean lard. For vegans. Seriously?"

"The issue isn't that Seamus is, to put it bluntly, a fucking moron, Kim. The issue is that you betrayed his trust and made the company look bad."

"It's not as if I lied to him! I was joking when I said all our lard is made from free-range sunflowers. I thought he understood where lard come from, for crying out loud!" Kim was getting angry. She felt sure that one phone call to Ecocopia would be all that was required to placate them. It was just like that idiot Seamus to go over her head. If Clare was so concerned with professionalism and company image, then perhaps she should let her rep do her job without interfering!

Clare's somewhat hairy upper lip curled into a slight smile. An emotional reaction like this pleased her, she saw Kim as a pretty little charmer who got by on her looks and never did any real work. It was satisfying to wipe the smug expression off her face once in a while. She reached out with one of her immaculately manicured paws for the coloured glass bowl on her desk, filled with individually wrapped, "fun-size", cubes of Lard-U-Like. She unwrapped one and popped it into her mouth, whole. Kim watched her with disgust as she chewed the fat, all four chins swinging with each chomp of her meaty jaw.

"Do you know why you were hired, Kim?"

"Because I'm a self-motivated individual, driven by a desire to aim high and achieve excellence through consistent success?"

"No, Kim. It's because you're pretty. I think you're pretty, anyway."

So, it was like that. Kim was no stranger to using her charms to get what she wanted. She did it all the time with clients, to a greater or lesser extent. Still, she was surprised. She had figured Clare to be the type who went home to a weedy, middle-aged husband every night, but hey, who knew? She shifted in her chair, body language subtly altering from disgraced employee to something more seductive. "You know, you're a part of why I accepted this job. A big part."

"Little slut!" Clare spat the words with enough vehemence to make Kim recoil. "I'm not one of the poor clients you seem to enjoy taking advantage of. I know your game, and you know what? It's over! I'm firing you." Kim looked shocked, but Clare continued before she found the words to protest. "I'd thought about making a few calls after you're gone. This is a close-knit industry. Everybody knows everybody, word gets around. I'm sure I could warn enough people about you, tell them how you lie, how tardy you are, even how you steal. You'd never get another job and your clients would have to stay here with me." Kim's mouth opened and closed, like a fish. "But then I thought, perhaps I won't ruin her reputation. Not without offering her a choice. I really do think you're pretty, Kim. I've had my eye on that sweet little butt of yours since day one. I wouldn't mind ruining that instead. But I warn you, I'm not going to make it easy. So it's your choice, your career or your ass? Which is it going to be?"

Kim couldn't believe this. Was her boss really trying to blackmail her for anal sex? She shot to her feet. "I don't have to stand for this bullshit!" Before the words were out of her mouth, Clare had picked up the phone.

"Hello? Fattelite? Clare Porcine. I'd like to speak with the recruitment manager, Darren, isn't it...?"

"Wait!" Kim gave in to panic. "Okay! I'll do whatever you want. Don't ruin my career, please!"

Clare put the phone back in its cradle, just as it occurred to Kim that there may not have been anyone on the line at all. It didn't matter, she knew Clare would go through with her threat. "So, what DO you want me to do?" One hand on her hip, the other fiddled nervously with her hair.

"It's not what I want you to do you should be worried about, it's what I'm going to do to you." Clare smirked. "For now, take off your trousers and underwear." Kim hesitated before unclasping her trousers. She slipped off her shoes before shimmying out of the beige fitted slacks. Her lacy white panties stood out against the honey tan of her narrow hips, but Clare had only a moment to admire the sight before they too came off. Kim stood, thighs pressed self-consciously together, a tuft of blonde pubic hair just visible between them.

Clare murmured in appreciation. "Just how I imagined. Now come round her and bend over the desk. And get those legs apart."

It was a struggle for Kim to straddle Clare's wide hips, thigh muscles complaining as she leant forward, making enough space on the desk to rest her flat tummy against it and grip the opposite edge. She felt Clare's cold hands grip her buttocks and pull them apart, exposing her tightly clenched anus. "Look how tight you are. You're really going to suffer." Kim felt Clare's index finger trace its way over her pussy. "You know, I could do this little hole instead, but I'm not that cruel. You might want to have kids some day." Clare chuckled. An icy shiver ran down Kim's spine. What the hell was she planning to do?

"I'm going to put my fist in you. In your butt. In case you hadn't worked that out."

Kim gulped down a little shriek. There was no use complaining. But a fist. She had no idea how it would fit. Oh shit!

Unwrapping another lard cube, Clare pressed a corner onto Kim's asshole. As it began to soften, she smeared it around, coating the anal area with thick, white fat. Keeping the semi-melted cube in her fist, she poked a greasy finger into Kim's hole, twisting it around, her fingertip probing the hot, soft flesh inside her sphincter. Kim shuddered and arched her back, as if to pull forward away from the finger, but the hard edge of the desk against her thighs stopped her.

Clare poked a second chubby finger in beside the first. "Ow!" Pushing her fingers apart, Clare managed to make just enough of a gap to prod the squidgy remains of the lard cube into Kim's butt with her free hand. Her fingers worked it around inside, her thumb pinching at the edge of the ring outside.

When the fourth finger and then finally the thumb worked their way past her sphincter, Kim was alternately whimpering and hissing curses under her breath. Clare's fist settled into her rectum, anus closing around her wrist. "I bet your little butt feels pretty full now, doesn't it?" Clare pumped her hand back and forward again for emphasis. Kim just gripped the edge of the desk with whitened knuckles. Perspiration soaked her blouse and it clung to her back. "Well, if you think it's full now, you just wait until my other hand is in there!"

"You can't be serious! It's too much!" Kim exclaimed, braking her silence.

Clare examined the butt of the girl bent over her desk. Her arm looked disproportionately huge, protruding from between those firm, golden cheeks. "Yes... It probably too much. Much too much. But I AM serious." With an effort she pulled her hand back through Kim's sphincter until just the fingers remained inside. To these she added the fingers of her free hand, making a point with her finger tips. Undulating her wrists from side to side, she pushed back against the resisting muscle. Kim's hot hole had entirely melted the fat Clare had smeared on, and it oozed around her fingers as they worked their way inside.

Kim let out a yell as eight knuckles rammed into her ass ring. "Careful, Kim!" Clare scolded, "do you want the whole office to know what's happening to your butt?" Crushing her lip between her front teeth, Kim let out only a long drawn out grunt as Clare's hands overcame her anal resistance and plunged into her rectum. Even bunched up tightly together, the two fists stretched the limits of what her anal cavity could contain. "My... Fucking... Ass!" She groaned between breaths.

Luxuriating for a moment in the sight of Kim squirming over her desk with her back door exquisitely plugged by two podgy lady fists, Clare tested the freedom of her fingertips, unclenching one hand and wrapping the other tightly around it. "You know, Kim, I would never even try this with someone unless I really didn't give a shit about their well-being." Extending her fingers against the back of the rectum and feeling around for the sport she was aiming for, Clare began to pump her hand back and forth, Kim's flesh so tightly wrapped around it that her asshole bulged out every time she pulled her hand back.

Tears streamed from the corners of Kim's tightly screwed up eyes, mixing with her make-up and running in dark streaks down her cheeks. Sharp twinges of pain added to the discomfort of her over stretched rear as Clare's hand ploughed its way deeper into her, twisting round the bend and entering her colon. Clare felt as if Kim's anus was getting tighter, but it soon dawned on her that as her hand penetrated further inside more of her forearm was following it, an ever thicker section of flabby meat squeezing through the over extended sphincter muscle. Just as the rough skin of her elbow approached the reddened ring, there came a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Malice lay heavy in Clare's sing-song tone.

"Noooo...!" Kim hissed in protest, but it was too late. The door swung open to reveal Lard-U-Like's Head of Accounts, Sandra.

"Woah!" Sandra was a dumpy blonde woman in her early fifties. She was shorter than Clare, but carried much more weight, the fat hanging off her arms and legs in great sacks. She stared for a moment at Kim impaled on her boss's forearms before she shuffled in and discretely shut the door behind her. "So little Miss Perfect is finally getting what she deserves, huh, Clare?"

"She sure is. Kim begged me to thoroughly ruin her ass before I kick her out the door."

"No I didn't!"

"Oh, I think you did, Kim." Clare twisted her hand in Kim's guts, making her wince painfully. "Tell Sandra exactly what you told me."

Kim was too ashamed to look anywhere but at the carpet. "I said I wanted you to totally wreck my slutty shithole, so you won't ruin my reputation." She hoped it would be enough.

Sandra's eyebrows rose on her wrinkled forehead. "Ooh... She's so into it!"

"You want in on this?" Clare asked with a snort, still absently pumping her arm in Kim's bowels.

"Well, I came to discuss the month-end figures, but sure, why not?" Sandra rolled up the sleeves of her brown cardigan, pale, hairy skin bulging where it was constricted by the cuffs. Obligingly, Clare withdrew her arm from Kim's colon, both hands leaving her anus until only the fingers remained inside. Considering her next move, she struggled to her feet, hauling her great bulk upright by the grace of her tree trunk-like legs alone. Out of breath, she lay her elbow in the small of Kim's back her weight crushing Kim's tummy against the desktop. She manoeuvred her fingers so that her hands were back to back, the palms facing the upper and lower edges of Kim's anus. With only a grunt as warning, she forced her hands apart, a long, gurgling fart escaping the square hole framed by her knuckles. "See if you can get your hand in there. Don't worry about your watch, it doesn't matter if we break her."

Sandra stared at Kim's anguished expression and re-clasped the little gold watch around her wrist. Her hand went in between Clare's, barely touching the sides. "That's it, now stuff it deeper!" Clare urged, still stretching the ass open to accommodate Sandra's thick wrist. Sandra didn't need telling twice. She drove her bunched fist along the hot tunnel Clare had recently forced open, ploughing through the rectum and into the colon in one long thrust. Kim yelped in pained surprise. Sandra's rough, hairy elbow had stopped level with Clare's knuckles in her now vastly distended anus.

Kim's sphincter looked as if it was about to break when Clare choose to plunge her hands into the rectum, beside Sandra's arm, around which she wrapped her palms, finger tips and thumbs barely meeting either side. The two fat lady's bodies jostled against each other as Clare stooped to slide her hands along the length of her colleague's forearm, only stopping when she felt the hard band of her watch between her fingers. Kim's anus was a thinly stretched red triangle around the three, flabby, white arms penetrating her. "How does it feel to have three fists inside you, Kim?" Sandra's voice was a husky growl.

"IT HURTS!"

"Shall we make it four?"

"NOOOO!"

"Tell us how it really feels."

Kim sniffed back a sob. "I... love it. It feels so... good to have my ass fucking torn apart like this."

Both Clare and Sandra snorted mirthlessly. "I guess that'll do."

It took some time to remove their arms completely. They were jammed in so tightly that the only way seemed to be to ball their fists together and yank them back an inch at a time. When Kim's anus finally let them go, it hung slack and wide open. Within, he rectum was now a tube, open at both ends, allowing a clear view into her colon.

With wobbly legs, painfully aware of her dripping, ruined back door. She wiped her face to dry her tears, but just ended up smearing her make-up even more. She picked up her trousers and underwear and turned to the two women wiping their arms with desk tissues behind her. "You fat bitches! I hope you had fun, because I'm out of here. I'm gone, and you can bet I'm never sending another shred of business your way!" She managed to force a triumphant smile as she gingerly pulled her panties up over her hips, wincing where they touched the tender flesh of her puffy anal ring. Now it was Clare's turn to smile.

"Oh, Kim. I should have said; your contract provides for a mandatory thirty-day notice period upon termination of employment. So I'll see you tomorrow, eight-thirty sharp. Don't be late, because tomorrow we're going to REALLY begin trashing your hole!"

[t.j. the pimp]

it's great;
any chance on a sequel? it was just getting good. maybe they can go for four fists next time.
maybe even try three fists again, but get to the armpits. Edited July 3, 2011 by ultimate gigalo

[t.j. the pimp]

but one thing, how about three BBW's next time instead of two, so each of them can put an arm inside and go straight to the armpit; do some real damage.

[t.j. the pimp]

please dude, don't make me beg...
what's taking so long, or do your stories cost people an arm and leg?

[t.j. the pimp]

[img]http://bbw-chan.net/manip/src/131166633134.jpg[/img]

[Nasty_beth]

Well, you'll have to wait.

I get bored if I write about the same sorts of things too much. Have to feel inspired, otherwise it just doesn't happen.

Funny picture, btw. Edited July 28, 2011 by Nasty Beth

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='Nasty Beth' date='27 July 2011 - 08:03 PM' timestamp='1311822185' post='368052']
Well, you'll have to wait.

I get bored if I write about the same sorts of things too much. Have to feel inspired, otherwise it just doesn't happen.

Funny picture, btw.
[/quote]


thanks, i added the text; it's not originally mine. thank a fella named Penumbra frog.

[Nasty_beth]

[quote name='ultimate gigalo' date='28 July 2011 - 06:56 AM' timestamp='1311836208' post='368194']
thank a fella named Penumbra frog.
[/quote]

Oh, I know him. I'm a big fan.

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='Nasty Beth' date='29 July 2011 - 07:37 PM' timestamp='1311993458' post='370411']
Oh, I know him. I'm a big fan.
[/quote]


cool

[t.j. the pimp]

curious question: did this come from a personal experience or something? don't have to answer; just asking.

[massiveattack]

Deleted. Edited February 24, 2012 by massiveattack

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='massiveattack' date='05 August 2011 - 06:50 PM' timestamp='1312595451' post='379799']
If she says "yes", I'll blow instantly. Sorry, just a little heated after reading that Great story telling. Great colon imagery. More.
[/quote]

if it matters, ever since reading two stories like this, i've had dreams of this and actually wanted to carry them out in real life

[Nasty_beth]

Haha... HELL NO!

Sorry to disappoint but this has never happened in real life. I've never been in a situation that got anywhere close to anything like this.

Thanks for the nice comments. I'll write more when I feel like it. Maybe soon.

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='Nasty Beth' date='06 August 2011 - 09:08 PM' timestamp='1312690084' post='381689']
Haha... HELL NO!

Sorry to disappoint but this has never happened in real life. I've never been in a situation that got anywhere close to anything like this.

Thanks for the nice comments. I'll write more when I feel like it. Maybe soon.
[/quote]

usually stuff like this had to come from a dream or something; i was just curious, because i, myself, have sorta stuff like this occur in a dream; mostly belly inflation, but large insertion's a rarity for me.

[Nasty_beth]

I don't usually remember my dreams, so maybe that's where it came from. Ha ha

[t.j. the pimp]

please give us an ETA on a sequel...

[Nasty_beth]

[quote name='ultimate gigalo' date='08 August 2011 - 09:32 PM' timestamp='1312839147' post='384705']
please give us an ETA on a sequel...
[/quote]

When. It's. Done.

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='Nasty Beth' date='08 August 2011 - 07:53 PM' timestamp='1312858394' post='385103']
When. It's. Done.
[/quote]

i can't TAKE THE SUSPENSE OF NOT KNOWING!!!
just promise me you'll work in quadruple fisting. perhaps even go further to the armpit this time.

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='Nasty Beth' date='08 August 2011 - 07:53 PM' timestamp='1312858394' post='385103']
When. It's. Done.
[/quote]

well, i got another request for this sequel: vaginal fisting... to the elbow.
and if i didn't mention going up to the armpit in her ass, i want that too Edited August 26, 2011 by ultimate gigalo

[miro76]

OMG i LOVE this Story, thx Beth

[t.j. the pimp]

[quote name='miro76' date='03 January 2012 - 02:56 PM' timestamp='1325631385' post='552390']
OMG i LOVE this Story, thx Beth
[/quote]

i feel as though that right after Sandra entered and was shocked to see what was going on, that Kim should've said "please, ya gotta get this psycho bitch off me!" have her hiss that at Sandra and not care that Claire heard.

[t.j. the pimp]

just once i'd like to see someone at least ATTEMPT; or if anyone is interested, they could do me.

[t.j. the pimp]

can you just PLEASE make more!!!!