Kayah… The New SSBBW soccer coach - PART 4 “PAM’S PUNISHMENT…”

Kayah barely managed to wrestle her giant belly out of her dying joggers

BOIIIING!!!

Her huge belly flopped free rocking the drivers seat almost making him swerve out of control of the bus.

Poor guy sat driving, trying to ignore her seat’s creaking and suffering under her. Kayah plopped on the seat every 5 minutes not being able to get comfy, as if she was sitting on something uncomfortable

GWURLTE-GWOOOOOOOUGH

“Woo! Uh-oh… Mr driver! How long till we get this stadium? My stomach is…(GURLGE)… oh boy… GIRLS OPEN THE WINDOWS!!”

The girls were mostly asleep… barely anyone heard Kayah’s grave warning

Only the driver, who began to sweat hearing her belly howl and gurgle right behind his head.

“Driver pull up to a porta-potty or something… I can’t hold it forever”

“Woah! Mam! Errr try the bus bathroom?”

“Oh yeah!… BOING!! Damn! Uhhh… can somebody give me hand? I think I’m stuck…”

It took four players to get Kayah out of the seat, rocking the bus like a small boat.

The players backed away like intimidated animals hearing Kayah’s belly howl in pain, even she winced with the trapped gas build up, admitting she ate too much.

Barely making it to the back of the bus, she managed to squash half the team, having the edge down the path sideways the poor girls were either wiped out by her humongous butt, or lead weight belly.

“Pssst hey Sheila (The goalkeeper) use your long arms to fish out my wedgie”

Sheila was proud bisexual girl, rubbing her hands in delight at this opportunity to fondle such a legendary pair of cheeks.

Tugging at the struggling joggers-

“HOLY COW! ARE THESE BOLTED ON?”

Thinking to herself as she reached into her meaty crevice. Sheila enjoyed being shoulder deep in ass but…

“TODAY?!!! Holding up whole lotta… release… back there”

Rolling up her sleeves and diving in like she was fixing a car she finally managed to pull out the wedgie. Poor shorts were forced to barely hang on in disguise as a g-string at this point. A drenched in ass sweat kind of g-string at that.

As Sheila fell back in her seat something else came out of Coach Kayah’s butt crevice which made her pale with surprise

After Kayah fought with the tiny door for the best of 2 minutes, eventually the doorframe accepted its fate as she busted in. (Busting in so hard her belly busted the mirror)

The girls couldn’t believe the object that came out of Kayah’s butt… IT WAS PAM!!!

A tiny, odour tainted, 6 inch tall, close to death Pam. Who was wheezing for air after being mercilessly squashed for hours.

Poor girl was delirious with fear begging-

“No Cheese-No Protein-No Buffet

No Cheese-No Protein-No Buffet

No Cheese-No Protein-No Buffet”

She didn’t even respond to questions, poor girl probably had busted retinas, or squashed ear drums unable to communicate. The girls couldn’t fathom the kind of hell she had been through

So they splashed cold water over her face… luckily she began to grow back to her normal height, like a paper bag of groceries. Pam even came back to her humble sense and thanked the girls for helping her.

Almost as if the girls forgot about Kayah….

The flimsy door was butt bounced to the floor…

“ARGHHH!!! CONSTIPATED GIRLS! ahhh false alarm… looks like someone has got to rub my-PAM!!! THERE YOU ARE!!!”

The entire bus felt sorry for Poor little Pam knowing what was coming next. Even the busted bathroom doorway tried to hold Kayah back… BAMM!! To no avail…

“I was worried about you Pamela, the punishment for going awol is ahhh… yeah… where were you? How did you get on the bus? Were you hiding from your ‘Duty’?”

Pam began to tremble in fear.. overwhelmed… Watching Kayah rub and jiggle her super swollen engorged belly… the girls could see the mountains of food mush around in her belly. So much it sounded like she was digesting all kinds of things.

Kayah became more stern, with her hands on her hips…

“Where were you Pam?..”

The bus went silent, all the girls were signalling things to say, holding up screens of text, some were even hustling the driver to drive faster

“I… I… I… don’t knowwwwwwwwwwww”

Poor Pamela burst into tears, unable to lie she blurted out the honest truth that she did not have a clue where she was the entire time

“*sigh* Girls… let this be a lesson to all of you… the truth sets you free… Pam will be on seat cushion duty for FIVE SEASONS! Anyone caught interfering, meddling at any level will serve for TEN seasons!”

The bus went silent like a death sentence had just been given.

“Easter, Family events, Thanksgiving ooh ohh Christmas!! Birthday Meals!! Holidays!! Whew!! Picnic days!! I am talking the FULL.. FIVE… YEARS…”

Pam’s soul left her body…

GURLGEURGLE!!

“Oohhh looks like you’re gonna start with a bang ahahaha… (GREOOOOOOOOOOUGHLE!) OH SHIT A REALLY BIG BANG!”

Such a belly gurgle rattled the widows

Kayah took Pam, to their original seat. The driver was driving as fast as he could, one of the girls held a pair scissors between his legs making him drive as he could

Pam’s head was laid on the seat, as she watched Kayah’s HUGE. GROWING. SUPER DOME pair of luscious ass cheeks descend towards her face

She took the biggest breath her tiny lungs to could hold

Kayah’s butt was barely being held in by the dying leggings… they were clearly see through… the growing darkness as it loomed over Pam’s head

… ssrich!!!

!!!

A sudden rip… Kayah’s joggers gave up… Pam could see the ever familiar super clammy crevice through the-

PCHH!!

The joggers had no chance holding back the rest of Kayah’s butt cheek overhang… now the entire crack was falling towards Pam’s face

PSSSSSRRRRRCHKKKKKK-SQUELCH!!!!!!!

“Aaahhhhh whooooo!!! Freeeedom at last! Those damn joggers we so tight… now my butt can breath… ahhhhh belly too”

The girls watched on as Kayah ground the poor seat with her bare ass. She blocked the pathway with super thick butt meat overflowing from the chair. All they could hear were Pam’s cries of pain.

The pair siting directly behind, watched Kayah’s butt cheeks punch holes in each seat. Over and over again. Until they accepted the fact that their coach’s ass is so big it bends seats to accommodate.

Once they arrived at the stadium… all the girls got off… expecting Coach Kayah to follow suit.

“I’ll meet you girls in the changing rooms…”

They all walked on, not daring to end up being a ten year seat cushion of a woman who busts out of custom made joggers.

Seconds later…

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

A block-shaking loud fart blasted off on the coach, sounding like it reverberated off a throat or mouth. Smashed all the windows with a signature brown smog that lingered around the parking lot.

“Ahhhhhhhh been holding that for hours!!! Wooo damn that is bad!! Ohoho!”

Kayah’s loud voice could be heard as they walked in the hotel snivel-nosed and all sorts. The driver was out cold.

Kayah now relieved of her stomach cramps she left the bus… jiggling for joy humming a tune.

Pam’s father Clive… came running over

“I got your text… I’ve looked everywhere! I couldn’t find her a-“

“Shhhhshhhhhshhhh… Clive its ok… we found her… she’s… safe”

“Whoo! Ok cool! W-where is she?”

Kayah smirks and turns to show him…

“Errr Coach… are you even wearing.. pants?”

Kayah bent over

Clive sees a tiny foot and a piece of a T-shirt, stuffed inside her butt cheeks, as if something was hidden.

“Mam… we are public… I uhh..”

Kayah grunted heaving apart her butt cheeks, revealing a fart-stenched flattened corpse of Pam. The sludge like sweat only made matters worse, Pam was drenched in ass sweat. The deep discoloured inner butt cheek of Kayah was a giant human swamp.

Clive fell to his knees seeing his daughter like a chewed up beer can you find on a freeway

“Dad…?… help… I can’t-“

PLOOORCH!!!

“Man I need to lay off the carbs”

Clive was shot onto his back by the meaty impact of her dropping her cheeks in his face.

Kayah giggled and walked off nonchalant.

Clive had to control his ‘excitement’ , as he ran in after her. Waiting outside her room, he knocked a few times

!!!

“URGHH!! (Opens door) Clive what is it?!! We’ve gotta watch film for the game tomorrow”

Kayah was sucking on a chocolate bar, Clive’s mind drew blank. His wife is in a coma for months after being brutally squased under Kayah, he was horny beyond comparison. To make matters worse, Kayah sucked the soul out of the chocolate bar, sucking out the inner filling and playing with it. Moaning. Opening her eyes into his horny gaze. His balls had their own heartbeat, lulling into her seductive ways

Belly bumping him out the way, he followed behind her

“Coach we need to talk”

“Of courseee, cmon let’s-“

(Now out front in the parking lot)

“NO COACH. NOW!!”

Clive’s attempt at being stern with her made her smile before turning around to face him

Somewhat not expecting her to, he hesitated  as she bent over to his height. He gulped all his words.

Kayah: “*gasp* …did you yell at me Clive?”

Clive: y-y-y errrr…

Kayah: Or was you staring at my butt again? I haven’t felt the back of chair since I was 15 ahhaha. Do you like it? The way it bounces? 

Clive: oh my g- err… no… you see… ermm… you ahh

Kayah:… Well you can treat me to desert… where are you parked?

Clive: NO!! NOT MY CAR!! Errr look look! There’s a place next door

Following behind her sidewalk splitting stomping, he flinched at the on coming joggers getting either squashed into the fence or bumped into the freeway to their demise

Kayah didn’t even flinch, making comments about how she is looking forward to desert. Clive flinched, over, and over Kayah just walked through the middle of the road. Cars swerved around her, bikers bounced off her trying to stop. She was entranced by the delicious… Kurxa Kafe!

Quickly following behind her into the giant kafe. Clive felt that something was off. Everything was giant sized. The door knobs were out of his reach, doors wider than tunnel entrances, even the floor felt like reinforced titanium steel.

When it was time to order, Clive butted Infront of Kayah as if to be gentlemen and order for her

“I’ll have a caramel waffle and she’ll have a blueberry pancake”

No one responded to the tiny man… he glanced up at Kayah… and she was drooling looking at him like a hungry hippo. She dove into his pocket and took his proud leather wallet

“Awwww he’s a gentleman”

“He’s so cute right?”

The two women cackled at his insignificant attempt of asserting himself on the situation.

“I’ll take Desert, 8, 24 and- oooh 57!”

Kayah like a spoiled kid in the candy store

“You’ve got to try the bumper dumplings, Jelly barrels and.. OH! THE EGGY EGGNOG!”

“SOLD! Give it all to me”

Poor Clive was pinned under her belly, he couldn’t stop her from buying almost $500 of desert. The sound of the credit card buzz stung his soul. Even though he was a wealthy man… somehow he knew this was going to be a long night.

Moments later the two were sitting in the ‘Small’ booth

Clive watched her… devour… plate after plate of stacked tall super sized delicious deserts. Like they were nothing. He couldn’t even lift one from the table but she cleaned off several.

During her chomping he-

“I’m taking my daughter Pam… off your special training programme”

Kayah didn’t respond. Too busy enjoying the never ending deserts from the heavens. After gulping down two barrels of Jello she mumbled

“Ahhh oh yeah (munch munch) n-no refunds… either she makes it to the pros… or lasts the five years”

“FIVE YEARS?!!!… she… she won’t… please… you can’t do this…”

“Sure… was all in the contract…”

“CONTRACT?!! WHAT-“

BUAAAAUUUUUUIAUAUAUIIURRRRP

!!!! DING DING DING !!!!

The background belch rater scored Kayah’s belch a 6/10. The archaic background lights and buzzers had the score up.

“My god I love this place… BRING ON THE…egg…nog…”

A giant metal cylinder, was carried out by 4 giant women. Like it was a super water hose.  They made Kayah sign a contract before drinking the eggnog. Basically stating how super thick it is and its side effects can be quite drastic

Clive quickly snagged the contract after she signed it. He went pale… they added super Kurxa lard, sports protein, bone marrow thickener and growth hormone…

Clive clearly objected but nobody took any notice. He was kicked out. Leaving Kayah to consume to her hearts content. He watched through the window… Kayah was being filled like a car at a gas station.

Running back to the hotel Pam was at, managing to get into their room. Pam had fell asleep watching soccer/football film.

“PAM PAM WAKE UP HONEY?! WE GOTTA GO!!”

Pam grumbled awake, confused

Clive grabbed her arm ran to the door only to-

BOOIUNNNG!!

Run into a wall of supposed blubber, which bounced him flying back.

…

It was Kayah…

“OH MY GOD!!!”

“DAMN COACH!! err errr nice meal?”

Kayah stepped in.

Neither of them could believe their eyes….

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