Dismiss her worries

You simply laugh. "Amber, come on. After all he has done for us, for you, I think he has earned a little benefit of the doubt." You can see a guilty expression come over her face. No doubt she hadn't thought about it that way, but you're not done yet. "Besides, you're used to dealing with him as a neighbor, not as a coworker. The relationship between a professional and his assistant or secretary is a much closer one. He is used to that, since he has worked with tons of assistants in the past, but this is all new to you."

"Yeah, I guess... But-" Amber still doesn't seem fully convinced by your line of reasoning when you cut her off.

"And you have to remember, he is still a man. You say yourself in the mirror this morning. If he didn't look at you, I'd be worried that he was more into guys."

Your little compliment makes a little smile appear on her face. "I am pretty hot in this outfit, huh?" She says, giving a little twirl. Looking again at the way her round butt stretches out the fabric of her tight skirt, you're a little amazed that her rear end didn't bust free during her day at work.

"See? Now, just try not to think too much about it. He's a nice guy and we both owe him a lot." Noticing that you've said your final thoughts on the subject, Amber drops it for the rest of the night. She heads to bed early, saying that she is tired from her first day of work, which is understandable. That gives you plenty of uninterrupted time with your console, and you spend a couple hours playing games with your friends. By the time you shower and head to bed, Amber is already fast asleep, so you sneak in as quietly as you can, so as not to wake her up from her slumber.

As usual, you wake up first the next morning, getting dressed and ready for work, and making breakfast and coffee long before Amber is even awake. You're almost ready to leave by the time she comes down, dressed for work. You're more than a little bit disappointed to see that she is dressed much more casually today. Her blonde hair is loosely tied up in a ponytail, and she is wearing clothes much more like those she usually wears, a baggy sweater that does its best to hide the watermelons hiding underneath. She has loose pants on as well, though the massive rear end she has is much harder to hide. Still, even the worlds loosest pants can't do much to contain the junk she has in her trunk. She hasn't done her makeup either, and though she is gorgeous without it, she looks more like a girl next door then the Hollywood starlet that she looked like the day before.

Seeing the look on your face, Amber blushes slightly. "I thought about what you said, and I decided to dress more casually today. I mean, I'm not even leaving the house, so that outfit was a little ridiculous," she says.

"Yeah, probably," you say with a laugh, though deep inside, you wished that she would have kept dressing up like the hot secretary every man fantasizes about. "Well, I'm off to work," you tell her, giving her a quick goodbye kiss as you leave the house. You hope that she has a better day than her first. She should, since she shouldn't be so hung up on his totally normal behavior this time. Work drags today, feeling like it takes twice as long as it really does. By thr time you drive home, you're annoyed and frustrated.

You're greeted by a sight that changes your mood immediately, though. Amber is filling up a glass of water in the kitchen when you walk in the door, and unlike when she left, she is now dressed professionally with makeup fully done. Well, as professionally as she can dress with her preposterous proportions. Her hair is once more done up in a tight bun, and this time she is wearing a light blue blouse. Where her last shirt had the world's hardest working buttons, this one had a few give up, and you are gifted with a rare sight of her cleavage as the top few buttons must have broken free of her blouse. She wears the same tight skirt as yesterday, the fabric once more stretched tight over her fat ass, struggling to contain it.

She tries to close up her blouse unsuccessfully, blushing as her cleavage is exposed again. "He made me change," she blurts out since you hadn't said anything in a while.

"Uhh, what?" You reply, your head still reeling from her new outfit.

"Mr. Caldwell," she clarifies. "He said it was unprofessional and that I should dress the part..." she looks equal parts embarrassed and about to cry.

"Well, he isn't wrong. There is no way you'd get away with wearing the other outfit at a law office," you remind her. Her eyes widen with surprise that you would be taking his side.

"But it's my house... And he keeps... touching me..." she says. Now that part gets your hackles up.

"Touching you where," you say, standing up to your full height, your voice low and quiet with anger that he would be taking advantage of your girlfriend.

"Just, like, on the arm and the back..." she says, knowing the truth doesn't sound all that bad. "But he does it a lot! And it feels really intimate," she finishes lamely, seeing the anger drain out of you.

"That's it? He's just being friendly. That's how men from his generation are. You can't expect him to act like someone our age when he isn't," you tell her, a little annoyed that she would get you all riled up like that over nothing.

"Yeah, but-" you cut her off, getting more annoyed with her.

"You're being out of line. The guy wants to help and he expects you to dress and act professionally. To be honest, you're being pretty ungrateful and it's not a good look." Amber looks like she is on the verge of tears, but you know she needs a wake up call. She gives you a small nod before rushing off back upstairs.