Frosty & lewd (Monthly tale - 40)

(Ice-cream woman into ice cream)

In the middle of nowhere, on an old road somewhere between Knoxville and who knows where, was the place where the ice cream truck chose to say bye and die.

A long column of smoke escaped from the engine and her owner cursed, hitting the steering wheel angrily.

Unassuming Nicola Dale, an ice cream lady. A short, sturdy middle aged woman with short curly brunette hair. She was plump, her chest was ample and her face round.

Nicola was wearing her uniform, a white shirt, white pants, white socks and white shoes, with her name embroidered above her left breast, a bow tie around her neck and a pair of round glasses on the eyes.

The glasses weren’t part of the uniform.

She got out of the truck, still cursing loudly. It was an old white truck, but not nearly as old as the road was. It was a large bulky machine, a perfect rectangle with wheels and a big spinning ice cream prop up on top.

A plastic chocolate coated ice cream cone which promised refreshment.

The one you envision when you think of an ice cream truck, I’m sure you can even hear the distinctive jingle just by thinking about it.

It was Nicola’s truck.

And Nicola’s truck had just decided to die after she had been lost for two hours on the road to nowhere. The ice cream lady reached under the hood of the truck, opened it, and made her bad day even worse.

A huge cloud of hot smoke hit her right in the face, tainting her face and glasses, making her choke and cough.

So hot it felt like her face was melting.

With her skin and, what was even more mortifying for her, her uniform stained black she jumped backwards, shouted one last curse and kicked the trucks closest tire.

Cleaning her glasses, Nicola sobbed.

The bright sun seemed to be punishing her.

It wasn’t as if she could fix it… and her cargo of ice cream was doomed to become a puddle…

As the woman sobbed in misery with her back against the truck a chiming tingle reached her ears. She sniffed her snot up, put her glasses on and looked around.

She realized that she hadn’t seen the buildings right by her side.

It was… some sort of park… with lots of tents… far away in the distance was an enormous one in the middle that reminded her of a circus...

The sign above the park's entrance was covered by a poorly tied rag.

Nicola felt strangely wary at the sight of the park, wary and hot, but the second was probably caused by the summer heat and the smoky slap she had received from her treacherous vehicle.

But she didn’t have any better options.

Or in fact any options at all… unless a Christmas’ park was also to decide to sprout out of nothing behind her.

“What else do I have to lose…?” she muttered, annoyed, heading towards the park’s entrance.

She found the large gates surprisingly open, but the place was empty, closed flashy coloured tents to the left and right and all around, but not a single person around.

“Hello?” she called, entering, but her voice echoed in the distance.

The wind shook the fabric of the tents, her doubtful greeting remained unanswered.

Nicola sighed loudly.

“There must be someone around! Please?!” she complained.

Her ears caught that chime again, the chime of a bell.

The ice cream lady found a shack near the entrance, a small building hidden in the shadow of the ticket stand. She carefully approached the small building’s door and pushed it.

Slowly the door slid open.

“Hi…?” Nicola mumbled.

“Go to hell already!” a voice on the other side shouted, completely surprising the ice cream lady. “You are trying to screw me, you cheap bastard!”

When Nicola managed to breathe again she took a look inside the shack.

It was a small one room office, with a wide desk in the middle, much too large for such a tiny space, with a mess everywhere else. Towers of papers and folders, cabinets that seemed about to explode.

Behind that desk sat a woman.

A mime-clown lady.

Her name was Lailani.

Ringmaster, showrunner.

Is what Nicola read on the nameplate sitting on the desk.

An athletic, voluptuous otherworldly woman. Tall with  long toned limbs, her skin was painted white, matching her skinny clothes, giving the illusion she was naked.

Or perhaps she was indeed naked.

On her head a thin layer of half-cyan, half-soft pink hair was growing.

One of her eyes was orange, the other a dark purple, it was hard to tell which one was which.

Lailani was wearing glasses and a loose ugly greenish tie around her neck that gently rested on her breasts, as if she was mockingly trying to imitate a sad office drone.

She seems to be talking on the phone.

“Ma… Ma’am…?” Nicola began to babble when she got used to the dazzling sight of the mime-clown. “Hi, sorry to enter without knocking, but…”

Lailani raised one of her long fingers, instantly shutting Nicola up.

“A sec, sweet tits, I need to finish this call! Important park business!”

Nicola nodded with her lips closed tightly, as if she understood the situation she had walked into.

“Okay, you pansy ass licker with the pansy arse! Listen to me!” Lailani continued,  shouting down the phone. “We run a serious business here! Capisci? You are not gonna make us bend down like cheap sluts, because we are expensive sluts!”

Slowly Nicola approached the desk. She noticed that Lailani’s glasses were missing their glass… and that the dial phone on the desk didn’t seem to have a speaker…

And that the mine-clown was talking to her hand and the nails of that hand were glowing.

“No, you shut up! I’m a decent clown and you are a weasel!” Lailani nodded, lost in the heated conversation. “Yeah, yes, sure! I don’t give a chocolate bar for your word! Not even one with peanuts! So you’d better pull up your panties and get that cargo of condoms here tonight or when I catch you I will make you the cargo! Exactly! I mean exactly that! I will transform you into a pile of condoms, put you in a box and then I will get into a hot air balloon and throw you out all over the place!”

Nicola’s mouth was as wide open as her eyes, not wanting to disturb the conversation, she considered it appropriate to silently sit on the small chair in front of the desk, it was a bit uncomfortable for her ample rear.

“Aha!” continued Lailani. “Now you're talking my language! That’s it: Condom cargo, here, before the sun departs or you become the next shipment! Perfect, glad we reached an agreement! Have a nice day!” the clown lady smacked her hand on top of the broken phone… and it riang as if she had hung up…

The office was left silent while Lailani rubbed her forehead and Nicola gulped.

Lailani took off her glasses, and threw them behind her back.

“Sorry for the scene, Nicola, my caramel butt!” she finally told Nicola, opening her arms in a way that was intended to be welcoming, Nicola assumed the clown had read her name from her shirt. “You know how much it sucks dealing with corporate doofuses when you need some goods, they’re always trying to scam the honest worker. Luckily there are big ladies like me and softies like you around to deal with them!” chuckling, she pointed at the phone with a thumb and leaned forward to share a confession with Nicola. “I’m totally transforming that suit-girl into condoms as soon as she arrives! It's gonna be two for one! One less business-dumb-dumb and double the prophylactics!”

Nicola nodded again, hypnotized by Lailani’s performance.

The mime-clown leaned back in her chair, with a finger on her lips.

“Hmmm… Well, actuall, if you think about it she’s not gonna be one less, but a lot of things… Hmmm…” she shrugged. “It’s not for us to figure out how that works! But hey, my friend, my beautiful bag of sweets, my sworn sister of the kinky, you don’t have to worry about it at all!” the pure white lady told Nicola, pointing at her. “You are what I was looking for! You can call yourself absolutely hired!”

The ice cream lady’s brain needed a few seconds to process that information.

“What?” she asked stiffly.

“You are hired! Change that dummy dumbfounded look on your face! Welcome to the crew!”

“I don’t understand…”

Lailani rolled her mismatched eyes.

“It means that you are gonna start to work in the park, from today until… Hmmm…” the clown lady shrugged. “Until you get bored.”

“No, you’re mistaken…”

“Nah, I’m only mistaken when I’m wrong and I’m never wrong! Unless I am mistaken, which is not often!“

“Look, ma’am, my truck just broke down in front of your park… I just…” Nicola stared at the broken dial phone in the desk. “Can I make a call?”

“No need to, we will repair your truck! You're gonna need a fridge after all!”

“Thanks, but I would rather call my insurance company.”

“There’s no need for that, dummy.”

Nicola began to frown.

“Please, just let me use a phone.”

“For what? To go back to a joyless existence of having to deal with ungrateful brats?”

“I… I like my job…”

“That’s the reason why I want you in the crew! Ice cream expert! Don't worry, you will still be giving people cold treats, I’m sure of that, but you will also have what you are missing now!”

“You don’t know me… I’m not missing anything, it’s just that my truck broke down in front of your stupid park…”

“Stupid kinky park! A place where you can finally fit in! We love weirdos here! You will be free to be free, to be sexy, to be something other than mere flesh and regret! I promise joy and sex in your life for once!”

“MA’AM...!” Nicola was blushing brightly as she raised her voice, in the face of Lailani’s serene stare she calmed herself. “I’m sorry… I don’t have a clue what you do here or what this place is, I’m sure it is a very nice place and you have lots of fun… but I just want to leave… please…”

Nicola was on the edge of her seat, tense, stiff as a block of ice.

Lailani cocked her head and put her hand on the desk with the palms up.

“Give me your hands,” she said.

“Ma’am…”

“Give me your hands,” repeated the pure white lady. “Or leave.”

The ice cream lady clenched her lips, looked into the clown’s eyes, at her generous boobs… gulped…

“Then I shall leave, sorry for disturbing you… Oh… uh…”

Nicola realized that she had put her hands into Lailani’s palms.

The clown smirked.

“Now look me in the eyes, sweetheart”

There was no other option other than to obey the command… it was so easy to lean in, to get lost in the drifting eyes of the pure white lady...

The ice cream lady tingled, flared, salivated. Her heart gave a loud bump when Lailani began to rub her wrists.

“Just give in… don’t force yourself…” were the clown’s relaxing words.

“Hmmm…”

Heart beating hard, panties dampening. Nicola inhaled deeply and when she exhaled the fabric of her shirt started to be stretched by the expansion of her breasts.

She looked down for a few seconds and saw their gradual swelling action.

“Shhh, don’t worry… it is normal…” Lailani told her. “I will be gentle… this time… Only for you…”

“Normal… Why… Meeeeeee… Hmphhhh…”

Her boobs kept growing, already large, they soon reached the threshold of massive.

Nicola felt her nipples thickening, pressed against her bra. The pressure began to get uncomfortable as the fabric couldn’t stretch to make more room for the boob flesh.

But it felt so good to be in Lailani’s hands…

A few buttons burst open, then her whole shirt.

“Let it flow…!” giggled the mime-clown.

The ice cream lady nodded, then gasped when her tits surpassed her bra as if they were an overflowing dam. They bounced free, a pale veiny pair of breasts with large stiff nipples.

“Ma’am…!” moaned Nicola.

The pleasure kept rising up, stronger, deeper, her boobs seemed about to explode, the tips of the nipples shook as she crossed her knees when the orgasm hit. It didn’t stop, Lailani’s long strong fingers continued massaging her skin.

“AAAAAAAAAH! Fucking… YES!”

The tips of her nipples began to spread slightly as something began to leak out of them, some foggy substance that wasn’t lactose… yet…

As Nicola continued her sensory enjoyment of the magical rush the substance coalesced in mid-air between the two women. It spun, waved and shifted, forming a round blob.

On the blob a pair of tits, arms, legs, a head, curly black hair appeared.

“Yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Nicola shivered in pleasure on her tiny chair, with a last slurp the blob fully formed and dropped down onto the middle of the desk.

Gasping heavily, the ice cream lady looked at the thing that was having some trouble standing up on the desk… round, plump, naked, small…

She saw herself, a self made of magic, a toy sized Nicola, nude and ashamed, trying to cover her dignity as she stared left and right. A perfect copy of the ice cream lady who’s bust size had only a few minutes ago been enhanced.

“What is… that…?” Nicola asked.

“What would you say it is?”

“Me…?”

“Yup!” nodded the clown. “Your truth! But it gets better!”

Lailani looked around for something, but didn't find it, so she opened her desk’s bottomless drawer and began to search inside. Whilst she was distracted with that Nicola focused her whole attention on her tiny copy.

Carefully she pushed mini-Nicola with her finger, her clone squeaked, gave a couple of steps back and stumbled onto her ass. The real Nicola chuckled and then her attention was caught by something else: Her massive boobs.

“Dear… fuck…” she mumbled.

“What a dirty mouth you have for a pile of sugar!” giggled Lailani.

Nicola didn’t care, she was massaging her large breasts, feeling the stretched extension of soft flesh, rubbing her thick nipples.

Her already moist pussy began to tremble again...

“Found it!” shouted Lailani, showing off a long flashlight. “Not a fleshlight, but good enough… also… we need this!” somehow she pulled from her boobs a magnifying glass worthy of a detective tale.

The confused, big-titted ice cream lady watched as Lailani played with the flashlight, turning it on and off.

“What’s that for?” she asked, still rubbing her breasts, but not far enough from the realms of the everyday to question the stream of insanity dragging her along.

Lailani smirked and rolled her eyes.

“It’s obvious, silly! Just observe!”

With devilish intention the pure white lady put the magnifying glass over the mini-Nicola, then the flashlight in front of the crystal and turned it on.

The clone covered her head, groaned and complained as the two women looked down at her. She tried to run away from the intense light, failed miserably and ended up sitting, sobbing under the heat… growing sweaty…

Then horny.

She began to fondle her body, her boobs and her crotch.

The eyes of the real Nicola widened when the mini-Nicola began to change.

Rolling around on the desk the small person pleasured herself as her body became swollen by the heat. She gradually inflated in all directions, from her limbs, to her rear, to her breasts, growing rounder.

Nicola began to imagine corn popping in her head, but that was not the fate of her heart.

“S-Stop…” she whispered, without doing anything to stop it.

“Why? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” chuckled Lailani.

Mini-Nicola swelled to an obscene degree, she stopped masturbating, not because she wanted to, but because she had become too big and round.

A bunch of jiggling balls now rested in the heat of the flashlight.

A bunch of balls that soon began to melt.

“It’s… It’s…” gasped Nicola.

Her thought was finished by the clown.

“Ice cream!”

From the ends of her hair to the tip of the toes mini-Nicola turned into frosty lactose, balls of living icy cream. Chocolate, mint and strawberry unevenly placed in the vague shape of a human lady.

The squeaking groans of the small sweet woman turned into gurgling  as her rear began to spread over the desks’ surface. The heat, inside and outside, was too much for a being who belonged in a fridge.

She was melting.

“STOP!” begged Nicola.

Yet, once again, she remained staring at that supposed heart of hers without providing any assistance. Mini-cola had stopped moving and soon her gurgles began to die.

Bubbly sounds as the plumpness was flattened into a liquid stain.

Nicola shook her head, her mouth open.

There was something that she couldn’t deny, something conquering her thoughts, a cold realization, as cold as ice cream… that her heart seemed to have enjoyed every last second of her transition from dessert into puddle…

Lailani turned off the flashlight.

“Amazing! Don’t you think?” she asked.

Nicola again indicated a negative with her head.

“No…” she pushed herself away from the desk, getting up from the chair. “NO!”

“Hey! Wait!”

As amazing as Lailani’s powers were, she couldn’t keep the ice cream lady from storming out of the office.

“No, no, no…!” muttered Nicola as she stumbled outside. “I have to leave! I don’t want to melt!”

The sobbing, panicking woman still had her enhanced boobs out as she tried to escape. But before reaching the exit of the park she saw her truck.

A big tall muscular clown was leading a squad of girly clowns that were pushing her vehicle down the park’s main street.

“HEY!” shouted Nicola. “That’s my truck! Leave my truck alone!”

Raising a fist and with her massive tits jiggling she charged the clown squad. Her heroic rush came to an abrupt end when the largest of the clowns, a big muscular clown-man, appeared around the side of the truck.

Nicola stopped as the large clown looked down at her, breathing heavily with an intense stare in its eyes. The ice cream lady just sobbed feebly, lowering her fist.

“Milly!”... She heard a shout from behind the clown-man from one of the other members of the clown squad. “Don’t scare her! Don’t you see she’s harmless? You dumb stud!”

The screams were coming from a clown woman who arrived from behind the tower of muscles and slapped her companion in the back.

Nicola remained in shock.

“Sorry, Milly is a bit slow, don’t let him scare you, he’s mostly inoffensive!” the clown woman chuckled as she offered a hand to Nicola. “You must be the new employee! Ice cream, is that right? That sounds not-tough at all! You look not-tough, but you have a nice pair of boobas! I’m Teresa ma’am, Lailani told us to fix your truck for tonight!”

“How…?” Nicola managed to ask.

“I don’t know! Pleasure to meet you!”

Jumping out from behind Milly, the clown woman kept begging for Nicola’s handshake with her own hand. Nicola tapped the clown’s gloved hand and wobbled herself to the truck’s side entrance before she let herself collapse on the metallic stairs.

Her face was pale from shock, her tits resting on her knees, she felt cold inside, she grabbed her forehead and remained silent. The clown squad watched her from a prudent distance until Lailani finally arrived on the scene.

“You lazy-good-for-nothings!” screamed the pure white lady white as she approached them with authority. “If you had hurt candy nipples I would have turned you all into leeches!”

The clown squad were startled, even the strong and intense Milly seemed to soften his manners before Lailani’s presence.

“We didn’t do anything! We swear!” Teresa pleaded.

Lailani didn’t care, she moved to Nicola, knelt at her side and patted her head while the squad witnessed in a curious silence.

“Shhh… what’s the matter, sugar buttocks?” Lailani asked Nicola with a tender tone of voice. “Don’t be sad. Why are you sad? Sad is boring.”

Nicola reached her limit, she stared directly into Lailani’s face.

“I’m not sad! I just want to leave! This place is insane! You are insane!”

“You can leave if you want.”

“That’s a lie! Liar! You aren’t going to let me!”

“Just get up and walk out if you want to leave,” was Lailani's response, she even pointed towards the park’s exit, it was right there, not that far. “You can wait outside while we fix your truck, no hard feelings!”

The clown lady made that walking motion with two fingers in front of Nicola.

Nicola didn’t move, a blank expression on her face.

“I feel cold…” her breath was a freezing gasp. “Inside… I’m freezing… I…” she gulped and it tasted good. “I don’t want to melt…”

Lailani hugged the ice cream lady, she was indeed cold, despite how sunny the day was and she wasn’t shivering either.

“You shouldn’t be scared of the things you want, my tender sack of desserts, melting is just natural for you!”

“But… But… Nghhhhhhhh…!”

Before Nicola could come up with a response Lailani had leaned across her chest, grabbed one of her thick nipples and started to suck it. With ease and expertise the pure white lady applied suctioned to those nipples and Nicola’s body gave.

The pleasure made her lean back on the stairs, moaning. Lailani continued sucking… and then gulping…

Gulping something that was coming from inside Nicola’s breast.

Nicola bit her lips.

“Hmmmmphmmmm!”

She grabbed her other tit, slid her palm across it’s the wide surface, squeezed around the areola.

“AaaaAAAAAAAAAaaahh!”

Her moan was long and sonorous, the mind full of the twisting sensation of the frosted mass inside of her boob squeezing out through her nipple.

A thick paste-like substance.

Soft to the touch.

Very, very cold.

Dripped between her fingers, it landed in her lap.

When Nicola managed to look down at her hand, years of experience helped her recognize the substance by sight instantly.

It was lactose, but it wasn’t milk.

“Caramel & nuts…” she whispered.

Ice cream, what else could it be.

Ice cream leaking from her big nipples. Ice cream slowly replaced her flesh from the inside out.

She felt the taste in her throat, the smell, the gradual chilling sensation of her conversion into a living dessert. Every flavour and variety, her knowledge about frosty sweets manifesting in her body.

Teresa overcame her respect for Lailani and approached. Gently kneeling at the side of her boss, she helped Nicola take off her shirt and bra, then grabbed the free breast’s nipple and licked her lips.

“My favorite!” she said gently biting the nipple with her teeth before starting to suck.

Nicola’s eyes rolled blankly with pleasure.

“GGgggghhhhhhhhh!”

More clowns approached, sneaking into any gap they could, they removed the ice cream lady’s shoes, pants and panties and licked any drop of sweet they could.

On the truck’s stairs Nicola laid on her back, feeling her body and self fluctuation, more overwhelming by the second. Between the waves of pleasure her brain ached with a pinch similar to that of brain freeze.

Those pinches sync with the peaks of her transformation, in one of them her hair, both on the head and the crotch, began to turn extra curly and to lose it’s brunette tones for a whiter one, but it was not as if she was aging.

It was a teasingly pure white that challenged the world to touch it and ruin its perfect spirals. A clown took up that the challenge and with the tip of a finger poked the tip of Nicola’s pubes and the pubes, now a single white mass, gave in to the finger’s pressure.

Amazed, the clown put their finger into the mouth.

“Whipped cream!” informed the enthusiastic clown to their peers. “Her hair is whipped cream!”

The clowns surrounded the ice cream lady, tasting every bit they could.

The ice cream lady who was made of ice cream.

Nicola’s outside started to match her sweet soft inside, her skin acquired a wide variety of colorful shades, tasty ones that changed with her increasing libido.

Strawberry, chocolate, mint, lemon, vanilla…

on her arms and legs her body hair stiffened up and turned into sprinkles, her nails, on fingers and toes, and her lips into caramel. She was large and round, she was slippery and desirable.

She had a lot of people eating from her bottomless ice cream heart… her mind lost in the constant euphoric ecstasy of every second...

Clowns to the left and the right, licking, kissing, even eating.

Nicola giggled with joy.

Teresa wanted more. The young clown woman climbed that woman shaped mound of desserts. Her smile was messy with cream.

“Come on, ice mommy! You know what I want!”

She massaged and stimulated just above Nicola’s dripping vagina until…

“YAAAAAAAGH!”

Nicola groaned and from within her whipped cream pubes emerged a long banana.

“Yes! Exactly!” laughed Teresa as she proceeded to ride that fruit cock.

Milly finally decided to participate in the action. The tall, sturdy, silent clown man approached with his enormous cock already out and hard.

While Teresa rode the banana-penis, Milly moved behind her, spread Nicola’s legs and began to thrust into the ice cream lady's creamy vaginal hole.

It was the weirdest and wildest of fantasies come true.

Fucked, giving, transforming.

A blissful heaven of kinkiness.

Nicola was ice cream, a person made of ice cream, alive but bound to the existential concept of that dessert.

Something so absurd, silly… yet wonderful beyond her deepest desires.

She was what she loved, she was having the best sex of her life and everybody enjoyed her flavours.

The boundary of taste and pleasure disappeared.

Reaching that orgasmic peak, what else could she do but melt.

“Gaaaaaaaaaagagagagagagaga…!”

Nicola giggled as her body collapsed onto itself, her form losing it’s consistency as she spread across the truck’s floor and stairs. The dumbfounded smile didn’t leave her lips at any point, not when she lost her limbs or her face began to stretch and disfigure.

The clowns, with surprise, and Lailani, calm and collected, moved away from the melting mess. Milly had to pick up Teresa before she hit the stairs with her face, he hold her easily with one arm, the banana stayed in the clown woman’s pussy.

Sweepingly fast and with various gurgling noises Nicola melted away while shivering with pleasure. Covering the stairs and the floor, dripping onto the floor, a large brownish puddle that didn’t show any trace of the lady and in fact which would been hard to tell was ice cream.

Silently, the clowns watched that bubbly pulp leak away drop by drop.

“We…” mumbled Milly. “We’ve screwed her for good…?”

The pure white lady raised a finger and the clown waited.

It took a few minutes of puddle watching for something else to happen, surprisingly not in the puddle. The whole truck began to tremble, then shake violently. With a number of loud cracks and screeches the metal bent and the colors changed.

The vehicle lost it’s sharp edges and became rounder, a soft blue with soft pink and a touch of white here and there, but the most noticeable change occurred to the ice cream prop.

On top of the truck the fake ice cream turned into a more suggestive version of itself, one that had a busty, happy and naked ice cream woman inside the cone.

Her nipples were cherries.

The clowns, despite being used to these sorts of things, witnessed, amazed, the vehicular transformation. Things changing were always considered entertainment in the park.

When the truck had finished it’s change the puddle started to bubble again… and then...

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Shouting with laughter Nicola reformed herself with a burst of power from her remains as some sort of big boobed phoenix waking up from an ashen nap.

The ice cream lady jumped forward and the clowns took a step back. Nicola was still an ice cream person, a fluctuation mix of flavours, with hair sculpted in whipped cream and details made of candy and caramel.

You could say she was a dessert golem or a cream slime.

She was nude in front of everybody.

She was happy.

The lady of pure white had been the only one not to take a step back and she took the chance to step forward.

“So,” Lailani asked, crossing her arms. “Are you joining or what?”

A smirk was drawn across Nicola’s candy lips.

It was going to be a hot summer night.

The wind shook the rag covering the sign above the park’s entrance, revealing what was beneath - in big shiny letters it read: The Lewd Land.