Nacho Problem (Patreon)

The employee at the gas station rolled her eyes as a problematic customer approached the counter. She wondered what this lady's issue was THIS time, as she seemed to find new things to complain about every single time she came in. This visit was absolutely no different than every other one. The entitled woman cleared her throat, as if the woman behind the counter wasn't already looking at her.

"May I help you?" The employee asked, putting on a fake customer service voice. The woman crossed her arms after dropping a basket of incredibly dry nacho chips onto the counter.

"Your stupid machine is down!" The woman yelled, way louder than she needed to. The cashier flicked away a drop of spit that landed on her cheek during the outburst.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," she said, trying not to ooze sarcasm. "I can see if I can fix it for you?" The cashier was REALLY hoping that the woman would decline, but knew that the entitled nature of these customers would burn away any chances of getting out of the confrontation. The woman gave a sneering look before faking a smile.

"Yes, that'd be fantastic, thanks," she said, one of her hands doing a shooing motion. If the cashier wasn't on the clock, she would have no issue telling her what for, but she didn't particularly feel like losing her job, especially not over a Karen like her.

Refraining from letting out an irritated sigh, the cashier nodded and made her way to the cheese dispenser. First, she checked to make sure there was product inside; there was. She figured the nozzle must just be jammed up or something. The cashier knelt down, looking up at the hole, trying to see if there was something plugging it up.

The rude woman impatiently waited, tapping her foot aggressively as she leaned against the counter. As the employee cleared the nozzle, the entitled woman pushed her aside, only wanting to cover her chips in the fake cheese. That was the breaking point for the woman. She grabbed the dispenser, shoving the nozzle into the woman's mouth and turning it on.

Thick, warm nacho cheese started to gradually flow. She had no choice but to swallow as the device was forced into her mouth. She tried to struggle, but the cashier was stronger than she looked. The woman could feel the cheese fill up her stomach, and it was sitting a lot heavier than she expected. The cashier was set on pouring this whole container of cheese into this woman's throat, not caring at this point what happened to her job. It wasn't worth it after this, she just wanted revenge.

The woman's belly started to round out as she swallowed more cheese. She made muffled screaming sounds that quickly died out as she was forced to swallow again. On her knees, she wasn't in a good position to fight back, or even move. She tried to push herself up but her body refused to cooperate. Her shirt began riding up, exposing the reddening, expanding belly beneath. She could feel the swelling pressure inside, and all she wanted to do was get out of there. However, the cashier's grip made escape impossible.

The woman's stomach groaned as it filled up, holding much more than it should. Her shirt stretched, curving around her upper belly as it continued to expand. She swallowed again, the pressure inside her building up more. Her belly was large enough now to bob against the floor as she knelt. The dispenser sputtered twice, slowly running out of product. For a little bit, the lady was relieved, hoping that she would be able to bolt as soon as possible. The cashier groaned as the last bit of cheese was spat into the woman's mouth. She set the device aside and took a good look at the woman. Her incredibly tight, round belly was resting against the tile floor as she knelt before the cashier. She looked pathetic, and that's what the employee wanted.

The woman struggled to get up, the several pounds of nacho cheese inside of her weighing her down. She tried to pull herself up but found that she was practically immobilized by her own belly.

"Guess you got what you wanted," the employee shrugged, going off to get a refill bag for the dispenser.

"Um, excuse me?!" The woman yelled, furiously trying to move herself. "What exactly are you going to do about this?!" She pointed to her heavy, round belly, glaring daggers at the cashier. "What am I supposed to tell people?! I have places to be, you brat!" The girl let out a laugh, smiling smugly at the woman on the floor.

"Tell them it's just nach-yo day."

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