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Chloe Klitorious
Oct 6, 2025
Walking into Dairy Queen is dangerous for anyone with a weakness for thick, white, slimy, creamy goodness. The second I stepped in, I knew I wasn’t leaving until I had something erected tall in front of me, dripping and waiting to be taken down.
The Blizzard came first. They flipped it upside down — stiff, unbending, almost taunting me — showing off that nothing leaks no matter how much you shake it. It was thick and creamy, cold at first, then melting into a slimy mess that coated everything on the way down. I swallowed it fast, but those chunks were so big I had to work them over slow before I could finish.
The sundae hit next. Hot fudge oozing down the sides, pooling at the bottom, mixing into the white cream until it was a sticky, sloppy mess. My spoon was covered, my fingers were sticky, and honestly, I didn’t even care. The messier, the better.
And then… the Dilly Bar. Hard and erected when I first held it, but once I bit through the shell, it exploded with thick, white cream that left me groaning for another. It was slimy, it was sweet, and it was everything I didn’t know I needed.
By the end, I was sticky, satisfied, and just a little ashamed of how much I enjoyed myself. Dairy Queen doesn’t just serve dessert — they serve full-blown indulgence. If you’re craving something thick, white, slimy, creamy, and erected just right, this is the place to get wrecked.