Not soon enough, but cracks begin to show.

Walking a teary-eyed Mrs. Levin back out to the lobby, Lauren acutely feels just how hard her Spanx are working to keep her looking slim and trim. Her beefy thighs, hips and ass are working the poor garment overtime and every step she can feel the complex stitching moaning in revolt. Holding the recently filled out bankruptcy forms and her hand, Lauren places are other hand on the older woman's lower back and offers her parting words. "Everything will be okay." They aren't much but it is all that Lauren can offer as she takes a small step to the side and pushes open the the glass door. "Drive safe." She adds, walking as the woman bursts into tears.

In a few days collections will be coming by with the tow truck to pick up Mrs. Levin's recently purchased Mercedes-Benz SUV. Watching the door shut, Lauren turns around and looks at the three silently watching tellers who are standing stoically behind their stations. Planting her little hands on her waist, Lauren tosses her hair back and smiles smugly while pushing out her big tits. "It's about fucking time. That goddamn loon has cost this bank SOOOO much money..."

"Indeed she has." Lori says without a hint of remorse, barely looking up from her work. It's not like she's seen the young blonde strike a power pose before.

"A poser. So not cool." Nicole chimes in rolling her eyes.

"Yeah... so many people live beyond their means it's ridiculous nowadays. That woman had so much money and she blew every single penny of it on a bunch of worthless stuff." Anna says as she accidentally looks at Lauren and finds herself unable to look away. From the curve of those hips to the fullness of her breasts, Lauren is everything Anna isn't and then some. Like most chubby girls, she secretly wishes she had more up top and less on bottom like the super sexy loan officer standing in the middle of the lobby in her power suit.

Elle is the last to speak because she is too busy imagining Lauren naked! Instead of those sexy power clothes, she sees a beautiful woman with soft skin who is slightly chubbier then she leads on. But none of that matters because of the size of those big, milky white tits! There's no doubt in her mind that Lauren's boobs are nice and big and plump. Maybe not as perky as those bras make them appear to be, but definitely more than enough for any man to properly appreciate! Looking down and sudden embarrassment, Elle feels her cheeks flush red not only embarrassed for staring, but also at the lack of her own breasts. "She did the best she knew how to do with what she had. I think we should all be a little more sympathetic even if she was a hoity-toity bitch." Ellie says finding compassion as she looks up and stares into Lauren's bright blue eyes. She also notices that the woman's face is a little round.

Locking eyes with the skinny woman, Lauren is silent until she looks away huffing. "Well thank God I never found another account or I would have had to spend another year finding loopholes to keep that woman living a lifestyle that she so obviously does not deserve." She says, turning and walking off.

Snorting as Lauren walks to Frank's office, Lori cannot help but mutter, "You mean me, right?"

All that protected Victoria's privacy was the flimsy little door lock that sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. Staring at that door handle for more than a minute, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly praying that today no one would try to test it out. Turning to face the mirror, the Goddess of Curves looks at her reflection and takes yet another big, deep breath. Reaching for the buckle of her belt, she starts to exhale as she opens her pants.

Pulling them open she reveals the poofy looking solid black cotton panel of her panties and beneath those her nylon pantyhose. Grabbing the waist of her jeans, she pushes them down slowly and cringes when she starts to feel her padding loosen along her hips and butt. As the bulge of her camel toe is revealed, the padding continues to fall until finally the top swell her big hips finally poke out. Seeing the exposed foam, she proceeds to take her jeans off and is shocked as the foam padding peels away like a banana skin! Seeing the giant tear that stretches all around to the front, she also sees that the nylons still wrapped around her legs are loose and baggy. Kicking off her shoes, Victoria lifts her knee and is about to pull her leg out from her pants when a sound softly echoes off the walls.

*pop*

Not needing to look, Victoria knows exactly what has happened. Her glorious silicone enhancing muffin has come unstuck. Feeling the crotch of her panties sag, finishes removing her jeans and then looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her pads are barely holding on, the bottom part of the thigh foam is still wedged in what is left of her nylons. Those two are completely wrecked at the entire back side and sides are either completely too nearly gone. That is why she felt all the shifting earlier. Turning around she looks at her calves and those too are slumping. Deciding to take off her nylon bands are panties together, Victoria is awesome prize when the big pussy mole drifts from between her legs and dangles from the big patch of hair still stuck to her pelvis as she bends over to take off the last of her underwear. When she does this she feels the heavy cups of her gel-filled bra collide together and peel away from her chest for a second time.

It is not very often Victoria feels like a fake, but as she undresses she is more aware than ever of how much padding it's something she needs in order to appear curvaceous! Without it she is a stick figure with barely a hair on her naturally little pussy. A warped two-by-four has more curves than she naturally does!

Naked from the waist down, Victoria pulls her tube top down exposing her bra and catches the new nylons before they fall. Un-balling them, she grabs them by the toes and stretches them out. Like all control pantyhose, they are a third of the size that they should be. Rolling them up she places one foot in and then unrolls them Wally up her leg until it is time to insert the first half. After that she does the same for the next leg until her calves are back to being shapely and sexy. Stopping at her knees, she grabs the dangling pussy and touches the back of it. The tape is still sticky but she knows that her crotch is sweaty and wet. Driving some paper towel she cleans up the sweat in juices from between her legs and then pushes the false, hairy mound back where it belongs. With her overwhelming sex picking out proudly from between her legs, Victoria returns to stuffing her pantyhose. Inserting the monster pads is quite a task as a requires a lot of micro rolls until the base of the thighs are secure. After that all she has to do is roll them up until it is time to press and hold the big but directions firmly against her back side and then use her free hand to roll the panty hose up until the swells are held by the stretchy shaping material itself. Panty hose back on, Victoria grabs her panties from the floor.

They are filthy. The crotch is damp not just with sweat, but with her juices from earlier as well. There's even a couple of droplets of pee too. What's worse is the thong itself smells like her ass. Having been wedged up there for a few hours it is no surprise. Still, she pulls them on and is relieved to not feel them wedge up her butt crack again! Finding her jeans on the floor, She quickly stepped into them and wrote bells in the feeling of the denim stretching over her newly restored and secure curves. Closing them up and slipping on her shoes Oh, the good feelings are short-lived when she looks at her boobs.

Like earlier, they are lopsided and too high up on her chest. Dreading what she has to do, Victoria reaches around her back and unclips the seven hooks holding the massive edifice to her chest. Taking off her bra, she sets the massively stuffed bra into the sink so she can tighten the bra straps and clean the wadded up paper towel out and throw them away. Unrolling some more towel, she folds it up and starts wiping her barren and flat chest, unintentionally flicking her rock hard little nipples with every swipe. Doing this is the most humiliating of all. Looking in the mirror, she sees how flat and diminutive her little boobies are. "So disgusting..." She mouths staring longingly at the massive, matronly looking 30H cup bra nearly filling up the bowl of the sink. "Now these are what everybody wants." Victoria says aloud as she picks up bra and readies herself to put it back on and hide her secret shame once again.

Just as she puts her arms back through the straps, the handle to the bathroom door starts to turn...

Dropping the completed file off in Frank's office, Lauren is subject to another wholesome scam I love her curvy figure. Rolling her eyes and giggling like a schoolgirl, she adores the attention even if the guy giving it to her is way below her standards.

"It's about time she signed these papers." Frank says, eyeballing Lauren's bubblier than usual cleavage greedily. " that woman waited another two weeks to show up, I would have lost my job. Do you know how many months I have been holding off on sending her the final notices of payment? I have a drawer full in the file."

"I know right?" Lauren says twirling her hair in her finger while keeping her bust pushed out. " the last two loan requests were never approved. I am glad she finally signed those papers too."

Still eyeballing his curvy lead loan officer up and down, Frank can only imagine what she looks like without her clothes on. Tight body, firm and perky big tits, pussy dripping in anticipation of his manly dick. A big and round ass without a hint of sag or excess fat. " I'll get the tow truck over there in the morning ASAP. We really need to get that car back and the forclosure people are on standby. By the end of the day she will be on the street." He says, imagining Lauren slowly opening her blouse and pulling her bra down to expose her big tits.

Wishing her boss was six-foot-two and ripped with the big fat meaty cock, Lauren have no desire to see the fat bastard naked at all. Having seen the outline of his dick through his pants more times than she can count means there is nothing to brag about there either. "Or in a halfway house. Either way who gives a shit and with that I am going home."

Tearing his gaze away from Lauren's chest, Frank looks at the clock on the wall of his office. "It's quarter to 3 and you leave at four."

"Call this my bonus." Lauren says then gives her bra straps a pull through her blouse causing her big looking cleavage to really bubble out even more. That does the trick because soon she is waved away with a flick of a chubby hand. Walking to her office, Lauren's hips are in full swing even if her Spanx feel like they are ready to explode. Collecting her purse, she walks back out and crosses the lobby full of confidence and swagger then pushes open the glass door with a meaningful shove and disappears into the afternoon sun.

The moment the door closes in the lobby is violent for the first time that day, Anna looks over at Nicole and gushes. "Did you see Lauren's boobies? They were really bouncing when she left."

Rolling her eyes, Nicole replies curtly. "Who cares."

Standing at her station, Elle is daydreaming. Having seen those big tits bouncing firmly up and down through the blazer coupled with the popping of pale white cleavage clearly from the neckline, she can only dream what it must be like to have such a big and perfect chest. Of course, he'll knows of another with tremendously oversized tits and that is none other than the busty waitress across the street Victoria Black. It's so unfair, why did God give her more than her fair share while shorting me entirely? She wonders in her mind as he looks down at the two little nubs poking out into her shirt.

Looking over from the furthest teller station, Lori is the least bit surprised that Lauren got to go home early yet again. Like clockwork, she looks up from her pile of paperwork and over to Frank's office where the fat man himself is coming out with the file that Lauren just dropped off to him. It is a simple enough task something that the blonde could have finished well before quitting time, but like usual worry is the one who will be staying late to get everything caught up in file before going home while Frank looks at pornography on his computer.

Just as she is reaching for the dangling clasps along her sides the door to the employee bathroom swings open and in storms Angie. Totally ignoring her surroundings, she walks right up to the sink and to the paper towel disposer. Slapping the handle in a blur, she rips off a long line of paper and then opens her blouse to reveal her propped up tits in a push-up bra.

"EEEEK! What the hell are you doing in here? Can't you see that the room is occupied?" Victorious squeals as she instantly wraps one arm beneath her tremendous bra and splays her hand between the tops of the cups to hide as much of her chest as possible!

Looking over at the skinny redhead with a humongous boobs, Angie doesn't care as she takes one of her tits out of her bra and pulls it upwards.

"What are you doing?" The still topless Victoria questions as she stands there supporting her fake bust to her chest and watching at the woman's boob stretches out for what seems like a mile.

"Obviously what you were just doing, only with a little less grace." Angie says as he takes the full that I'm paper towel and drags it along the underside of her saggy tit.

Looking around, Victoria feels her toes turn inwards as she feels her womanly confidence dissipate while the coward within starts to take over. "Boob sweat... Right. Only thing that sucks about having big tits." Victoria replies, her voice cracking as her nerves start to take over.

"That and the back pain." Angie free weights, casting a glance over at Victoria who looks very nervous. "Aww shit honey. What do you have to be nervous about? You're not the one with big saggy pancakes."

"True." Victoria says.

"Hell, what I would give to have your rack." Angie says sounding a tad jealous.

"B careful what you wish for."

"What daya mean?" Angie asked now looking over at Victoria and then down to her massive bra.

"Like you said. They may be perky and full, but goddamn are they heavy and I'm always having to adjust my bra." Victoria says screaming inside for the bitch to get out so she can clip her bra back on and be out of this near nightmare.

"Sing it sister. Still better than these Flapjacks. You know how hard it is for me to take off my bra in front of a man? It's downright embarrassing. Now if I had your kittens I wouldn't think twice about taking off the boulder holder." Angie says returning her attention to the task at hand by pulling out for other boob and wiping it clean.

Staring at the deflated sagging breast, Victoria looks at the other one that is being pulled out and wiped. "Do you think you can hurry up so I can finish putting my bra on?"

Glancing over again, Angie scoffs. "Like I want to watch. It's already bad enough that your tits are bigger and better than mine, the last thing I want to see is just by how much."

Watching the woman return to wiping her boobs, Victoria slowly turns around. With her back to Angie, she releases her breasts and quickly grabs at the clasps. Despite her best effort, Victoria watches her heavily stuffed bra slide right down her chest to her stomach! Pulling the tabs quickly, she hopes the first two and then quickly pushes her massive tits back up to her chest. Glancing back over her shoulder, she prays that Angie did not notice the epic fall of her epic mountains as she finishes clasping her bra. Pulling up for tube top she covers up her bra and then buttons her blouse before turning back around. Catching Angie just as she finishes situating her breasts back in her bra, Victoria doesn't feel as though her secret was discovered. "I guess I will see you out there." Victoria says and then walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind her.

The moment the door closes, Angie instantly wonders if what she thought she saw out of the corner of her eye was real. Did Vicki's bra really fall down that far? And if it did where were her titties? Shaking her head Angie shakes thought from her mind. Nah girl... you just being jealous. She thinks dismissively as he puts the finishing touches to her re-holstered and hoisted tits.

Rounding the corner between the partition wall and where the servers pick up the meals ready for serving, Victoria finds Becky messing with her blouse and her hair piece. "Ummm... What are you doing?"

Looking over with her hands still twisting the wig on top of her head, Becky blushes. "I... Uh... was just running my fingers through my hair."

"Uh huh..." Victoria says lamely and rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms under her ginormous breasts. "The only time I catch you fixing your hair is when there is a cute guy out in the front of the house. Spill it or you'll find that pretty little wig of yours in the soup bowl."

Sighing in defeat she lowers her hands and turns towards Victoria. With those big missiles pointing straight at her, Becky swallows hard. "There is this really hot guy sitting at the bar, okay?"

"And you were hoping to impress him, were you?" Victoria asks as she bends a knee and sticks out her hip, grinning smugly.

Watching Victoria pose, Becky knows very well that she wasn't asked a question at all. Preparing for the worst, she steels herself for the verbal onslaught about to come.

Michelle isn't the only one who knows all of the secrets...

"So lets say you do and he asks you out? At the end of the date you are going to invite him inside for a nightcap and when he says yes you're hoping that you will get laid, correct?" Knowing full well that Becky is not going to answer, Victoria continues. "Now you two are upstairs. You are kissing, you're touching each other then he runs his hands through your hair. What do you think's going to happen next Becky? Do you think that when your wig falls off he's going to be cool about it? Hell no! He's going to freak out when he sees that mousy brown patch of whatever you call it on top of your head and run out the door! If I were you I would not even bother wasting your time. You know it's going to end in failure and embarrassment. Nobody likes him a fake you know." Victoria says stepping closer until her jutting peaks are only inches away from Becky's.

"You... You are right. Besides. When he sees you he's going to want you anyway. Why would he choose any of us when he can have you instead?" Becky says, knowing all too well that Victoria gets her man whenever she wants and has yet to strike out. This is no rumor for Becky has seen Victoria walk in to work bowlegged on more than one occasion.

Hearing Becky's words, Victoria looks down at her impressive bust line and smirks. "I have yet to meet one guy who has said no to these. Even the ones who profess to love small boobs seem to go stupid the moment I take off my shirt." She gloats, giving her mighty melons a tender squeeze. Lowering her hands, Victoria looks back up at Becky who is all but pouting. "Now since your taste in men is questionable, I guess I will have to go out and see for myself."

Walking out, Victoria emerges from the kitchen and looks at the bar. The moment she sees him her jaw drops.

That was not the only jaw to drop.

Lauren's doing the exact same thing, only for a different reason. When she went to sit down in her car, the rear seam of her Spanx finally gave way! As she fell into the seat Lauren felt her ass quickly expand, held in only by the durability of her skirt. Swinging her feet into the car, she quietly closes the door with a soft click and then sits there. Never has he felt this much cushion on her derriere before. Everything else felt normal, even if it felt looser than usual. Unable to see down past her jutting tits, she uses her hand and rubs her stomach. It is bulging like a bulb. At least her big girl panties aren't riding up her ass, so she does not have the discomfort of riding home with a impromptu thong. Putting on her seatbelt, she takes a deep breath and tries to clear her mind. Putting the car in reverse she backs out of her parking spot and then drives home.

Literally running into the house when she gets home, she runs through the front door and turns around and locks it.

"Damn... Have a blowout or something? Either way I like it!"

Feeling the color drained from her face, Warren turns around slowly to see Josh looking up from his phone on the couch. "Shut the fuck up." She says rudely, but more embarrassed than anything.

Wanting to say something, but then deciding that it be best not to, Josh watches Lauren storm off quietly enjoying the view of her jiggly bum fighting the tight confines of her sexy cotton skirt. Waiting a few minutes he calmly rises from the couch and walks to the bedroom. Pushing open the door he finds his girlfriend in the middle of getting undressed. Skirt in a pool around her feet, jacket on the floor behind her. Unbuttoning her blouse he watches her big bra appear, her breasts nearly pushed out of it entirely. He can even make out the hue of her pink areola sticking out about the cup. Freeing last button, Lauren pulls her top open and shrugs it off her shoulders, her belly bulging forward into the white lycra comically. What is even more comical is the fact that her big, panty covered ass is sticking out of the hole of her control panty!

"Are... You alright?" He asks, seeing the pain and discomfort on her face.

Fighting the urge to cry, Lauren feel helpless. Everything she depends on to give her the body of her dreams has failed her. Her big and luscious tits are on the verge of revealing themselves to be nothing but a pair of small tits pushed up in an overly stuffed bra. Her sexy middle, butt and thighs are the products of shapewear. Normally such facts do not bother her, but seeing her body fighting her control is too much for her to bear. "I... I'm fat and... I have like no tits." Turning to face her boyfriend, her eyes burst into tears as she motions her hands up and down her body. "Look at me Joshua. How can you really like this? How can you want me? I don't even want myself. I only have boobs because I stuff my bra and the only reason I don't look like a fat cow is because I stuff myself in shapewear everyday. I used to diet, I used to exercise and nothing works! I am cursed with a disgusting fat girl's body! Now even my own underwear is failing me!"

Understanding where his girlfriend is coming from, Josh however finds the scene highly erotic and cannot help but get hard. Yet he feels guilty at the same time because this is a rare moment and he knows it. It is not often if ever that Lauren ever acknowledges how she truly feels about herself. Sure, she has said these things before, but not like this. How does he handle it? He has no idea... Anything he says right now will most likely do nothing but make it worse. And then his mouth open and he feels shame for what comes out of it. "I think it's sexy as fuck... I want to take you just like this. Just like that." he says as his arm reaches out , his finger extending and pointing right at the disheveled woman. " I can't blame you for being hard on yourself. A lot of people do not like their own reflection. I understand why you want your tits to be bigger in your waist and butt to be smaller. It looks better. When I went into the bank today I saw the chubby girl behind the counter honest I would rather look at you then look at her. But in the bedroom I would rather have you than anyone else. It's because you're not perfect and if you drive to be a head turner. It is the effort that I find so adorable about you. The confidence it gives you. you'll love the control. You of taking what was given to you that is out of your control and taking control. Even if you had the best body in the world you would find fault with it. You would find a way to change something just so you can be different than what was given to you. You would color your hair or wear a push-up bra everyday or just do something. Every woman does something to change her appearance. But what I want is a fact that you can be you in front of me and be okay with it."

What happens next catches Josh completely by surprise. Before he knows that Lauren is all over him kissing him and feeling him, running her hands up and down his cock through his pants. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... I love you! I love you so much!" *kiss, kiss, kiss... Smooch smooch, smooch.*

It would be the first, and definitely not the last time, that Josh would rip a hole in her Spanx and pound her into oblivion. When they were done, Lauren finally finished getting undressed and then invited him into the shower with her where they spent the majority of the time having sex again.