Ice cream truck

Once again, Bella was completely unharmed by the explosion. Her skirt was ruined, her panties were smouldering, and she'd picked up another layer of soot over her increasingly exposed body. But mildly throbbing breasts and ass were the worst of her injuries.

"Look out below!" Bella gasped as she rocketed through the air, out of the park and toward an ice cream truck at the side of a busy street.

The man serving ice cream ducked just in time to avoid the flying Bella as the firework-blasted young woman shot through the truck's open serving hatch.

Bella crashed into the large display of ice cream flavours that decorated the back wall of the truck. Her face planted in gooey vanilla, her right breast smushed against chocolate and fudge, the left breast submerged in soft and syrupy cherry flavor as her crotch hit an aerosol can of whipped cream which exploded over her panties and down her legs.

For a moment, the stunned Bella was motionless, lying across the open containers of ice cream with various body parts buried in the melting treats.

Part of her was enjoying the soothing cool sensation after being twice exploded by fireworks. But the constant pressure of spraying cream against her crotch and the sound of laughter quickly snapped her back to the reality of the situation.

"Ugh..." Bella groaned, lifting her head out of the vanilla ice cream as the melting goop oozed over her features, dripping from her glasses and matted hair. "What happened?" she whimpered, spitting out a mouthful of cream before trying to clear her vision.

"You just ruined a thousand dollars worth of ice cream!" The ice cream truck vendor gasped, looking down at the mostly naked and cream-splattered young woman. "How are you going to pay for this?"

"P-p-pay?" the shivering Bella stammered as she finally rolled off of the freezer compartment and staggered to a stop in the middle of the truck, dripping melted cream from every inch of her body.

A dozen flavors decorated her. Her bra and panties were saturated and she could feel the can of squirting whipped cream still stuck between her legs. She guessed the relentless container was tangled with her underwear as it pumped cream down her inner thighs.

Her nipples were rock hard and her already damaged bra transparent from the icy dips. Multicoloured slime oozed over her body and pooled at her feet as she blinked in confusion, glancing from the angry ice cream vendor to the large crowd of giggling people looking in through the open hatch.

"Oh dear..." Bella groaned.