The fates are closing in

Taking taking a deep breath, Elle pushes open the door and steps inside. "Lauren, Mrs. Levin is here for her... Oh my God!" She starts to say but when her eyes fall onto two naked individuals standing behind the desk making out, one being the head loan officer herself, Elle immediately covers her eyes and looks away. "I... Had no ida you were... On a phone call. Uh... Um..."

The moment Lauren heard the door open, her big ass was being groped when she immediately twisted her neck and stared in wide-eyed horror! In such shock at being walked in on, it took her a minute before she could speak and in that time she heard the little skinny woman muttering something or another, but not leaving! "Get the fuck out... NOW!!!" She finally hears herself scream, unconsciously thankful that her back is facing the door.

"Y... Y... Yes ma'am" Elle squeaks then stumbles out, shutting the door behind her with a soft bang. The moment she is out in the hallway she means against the door breathing hard. "Oh my god..." She says then repeat that slower and slower as she holds her hand over her heart you feel it as it slows down. As her breathing calms, the image of a naked Lauren with her back to her sticks in her mind. The soft skin, white as snow. The long blonde hair messed up and matted, the naked man in front of her, mostly hidden squeezing and groping her infamous backside. But there was something that didn't quite fit. Lauren did not look as small as expected. If anything she looked a little, plush? Especially her butt and what she could see of her hips. Taking one final breath, Elle starts making her way back to her station, dreading the fact that she will have to tell Mrs. Levin that Lauren is occupied at the moment and will be with her as soon as she can. Feeling are anxiety starting to ride that the thought of the preposterous old bitch giving her an earful yet again, Elle closes her eyes and uses the image of her naked boss to distract her. Remembering everything she saw in that quick second, he also notes that warrants back being a little fleshy for such a skinny person and her sides, while still tapered somewhat, were not firm at all. But boy, I bet that guy really like those big tits of hers! Elle allows herself to imagine what they must look like even though she saw no hint of breast at all. She always did look a little tight in the bra... L smiles to herself and when she returned to her station she has a newfound sense of ease when she delivers the faithful line. "Mrs. Levin. I am so very very sorry, but Lauren wanted me to inform you that she was all ready to go but then a major client called demanding her attention in regards to a very big loan he just signed earlier today. She told me to tell you that she will get you in as soon as possible."

Calmly awaiting the worst, Elle is subtly surprised when Mrs. Levin says, "That's quite all right dear. I will just go sit over there and wait patiently." The old, wannabe Aristocrat says and then turns and calmly walks away with a smile on her face.

Back in Lauren's office, the blonde debutante pointed at the door for a few seconds before finally lowering her arm as the wave of anxiety and fear dwindled.

"I think lunch break is over, honey." Josh says, giving her naked little breast a playful squeeze.

Taking a second or two to register what he says, Lauren finally blinks in recognition. Eyes fluttering she returns to the present and looks down at the floor at the pile of clothes behind her desk. "Yes, yes. Time to get dressed." She says still sounding somewhat absent-minded as she bends down and picks up her panties. Still wearing her heels she steps in them and pulls them quickly enough then grabs her Spanx. Like her panties, she steps into them without taking off her shoes, doing the wiggle when the waistband reaches her thighs. Dancing her way back into them, her tiny tits and soft belly jiggle playfully.

Throwing on his clothes in the time it took to Lauren to get her shaping underwear back on, Josh picks up her bra and holds it out for her. "Here you go babe, I know you can't go out in public without these."

Looking at the bra, Lauren simply nods her head and pulls it on. Sliding it up to her chest, she reaches around and clips it together. It is when she is about to adjust her breasts does she noticed that one of her big cutlets is missing. "Crap, one of my falsies is missing. Do you think you can find it for me?" She says while looking down at one cup the other pretty much empty and baggy.

Seeing her lopsided, Josh cannot help but grin. Whether she is chesty or not, he loves her tits either way. When she is looking slender, those big tits look simply amazing, but when she is naked, those little chubby tits are just as sexy. Josh simply love the fact that his new girlfriend is so vain about her appearance. What guy doesn't want to be seen with a slim and busty blonde hanging off his arm? None that he can think of, but for those really like epic proportions, that's where Vicki fits the bill. "Sure thing baby, Josh to the rescue!" Says excitedly and then goes on the hunt for the missing big boob.

With her foamy big backside nestled with a wiggle under the toilet seat and her fingers spreading the big hairy lips open nice and wide, Victoria lets loose a torrent of urine. "Ahhhhhh..." She exhales as the stream shoots out like a jet. "That feels so good..." She moans softly, biting her bottom lip as her eyes open and then drift to the crotch her panties stretching between her knees. They were damp with sweat and a little bit of cum and even though her big pussy wasn't filling them out, the cotton was baggy. "So fucking hot..." She says as she stares at them, the swells of her big breast peeking into her field of vision as the stream of urine vibrates the cluster of nerves that either tell a person that they need to go to the bathroom or turns them on. "Mmmmm, I am so horny..." Victoria moans and then bites her bottom lip as the stream finally dies. Curling her middle finger back, she slides her index finger between the puffy and hairy fold and start to finger the little hole buried beneath. As she masturbates, she enjoys the feeling of the big bush against her palm as her other hand caresses her enhanced thigh. Sliding it to her hip and then up her side, she quickly finds one of her enormous breasts and starts to squeeze it. "I love having big tits... Uh, uh, uh... H is for Hindenburgs... Uh, uh, uh... Blimps... Oh! So hairy... So busty... big where counts... And tight where it matters... Uh, uh, uh... Who doesn't want to stuff me? Those four hottie's do... Uh, uh, uh... fucking wood... Oh I got to get me some fucking wood... Mmmpppphhhh!"

Curling her finger inside of her, she fine purchase spot in soon a glob of cum pours around her finger, thick and slow. Pulling her finger out as she calms her breathing, Victoria lipstick Queen before grabbing the toilet paper and cleaning herself up properly. Standing up from the toilet she turns around that flushes it and then bends down and pulls her panties. As the thong slides up over her nylon encased wonder hips, little does she know that nearly her entire big butt is hanging out in the open air behind her. All she cares about is how the bulge of her fake hairy pussy belt up the stretched-out crotch of her sexy panties and how they barely cover the enormity of hair stretching from her pelvis to the base of her butt. Pulling up her jeans next, she enjoys the feeling of the denim as it stretches along her thighs and then up and over her big and protruding bottom. The moment she buttons, buckle and zips her fly she turns around and looks in the mirror above the sink. "What a hot fucking ass." She gloats and then gives it a slap!

*thump!*

"Good thing I don't let the boys spank me... Hehe..." and then it was on to business. Unbuttoning her blouse and pulling down her tube top Victoria goes to work tightening her bra straps and straightening out her bra. As she pulls and twists the cups back to where they belong, the entirety of her chest moves with it. Grabbing some paper towel next she wipes away the sweat and then shoves some freshly folded paper between the enormous gel-filled cups and her flat and featureless chest. "That should keep me from getting sopping wet in there. Down there? Heh... That's a different story." She cracks a grin, patting her denim stretching mound. Fixing her tube top she then buttons her blouse back up and exit the bathroom.

Running her hands through her hair as she walks back to the kitchen, Victoria cannot help but grin as the cooks all take a glance in her direction. Naturally all eyes gravitate to her big breasts which are slightly elevated and pointing a little higher. Keeping her elbows at shoulder height, Victoria knows full well what happens when she raises her arms any more than that. Her top rests atop the breasts and then dips between the empty space between them while they continue to stick out like perfectly shaped monsters as the tips point higher and higher into the sky.

Back when she was a cheerleader in high school it happened all the time. The only reason no one ever discovered it was because she was always moving on the sidelines. In the routines where she had to keep her arms held above their heads for extended periods of time, it would be during the halftime shows which where held midfield.

Victoria coined a term for that, she calls it the shelving effect.

Still smiling as she makes eye contact with a handsome sous chef, she looks bashfully away and down, fully aware is checking her out from head to toe. Walking back into the dining room, she looks at her packed section and finds Bill still waiting on her customers. As she walks between tables, subtly wiggles her toes inside of her shoes, noting that she has a little bit more freedom then usual. "Hey Bill, I'm back. Thank you so much for covering." She says the moment he finishes up with a party of five.

"No sweat Vicki, but if you don't mind because you took so long can you call that your break too? I really need you out here." He says looking and sounding exhausted.

"Naturally hun." Victoria says, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and letting it linger before returning to her duties.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Bill cannot help but smile a little bit and then watch as the curvaceous redhead picks up right where he left off, not missing a beat. The moment he returns to the bar however, three equally exhausted and disheveled waitresses are waiting for him.

"Great, now that the busty bombshell's back, do you mind letting us go to the bathroom and take a break too? Or is she the only one that is going to get special treatment?" Angie remarks with a hint of edgy sarcasm in her voice.

Looking at the three women, Bill knows he is in for a long afternoon. Each one of them it really use a minute or two to freshen up. Angie's tits are practically hanging out of her shirt and to be honest they look pretty nasty, Becky's wig is crooked and frayed and poor Crystal's pants are practically falling off of her and she is sweating profusely. "Fuck. Alright, you first Angie. You have fifteen minutes."

"But Icky Vicki got twenty! What did she do, take a dump or something?" Angie protests then take a dig at her rival.

"She probably shits logs." Becky adds with disdain but cannot help but then grin a little at her own stab.

"Because her ass so big... She really could use some time at the gym to lose some weight, don't you think?" Crystal says, smiling and striking a pose to show off her slender frame and stick out her healthy-looking tits. When she does her jeans fall into a pool around her ankles! "SHIT!!!" Blushing hard then now humbled wanna be sex pot crouches down and scrambles to pull up her fallen skinny jeans amidst a few chuckles from the crowd.

"Where did you buy those? From the kids Department?" A snotty teen girl remarks as she walks back to her table from the public bathroom, giving the skinny waitress a look of disgust.

The teenagers stole the words right out of Michelle's mouth, who was about to say the same exact thing. Staring right at the panties, she enjoys the break in her otherwise hectic afternoon. "Thanks Crystal, I really needed that."

"Fuck you cunt." Crystal spats and then turns and stomps away back to her section.

Bill simply shakes his head and goes over to Angie's section to cover while she is on break.

Becky hides her giggles behind her hand not wanting to openly betray her friend, but she could not help but find the sight a little funny herself. Returning to her section she straightens her headpiece as best she can and puts on her best smile and returns to work.

"I found it!" Josh announces triumphantly as he stands up from under the other side of the desk holding the big falsie into the air.

Stomping over in her heels and snapping it from his hand, Lauren stuffs it in her bra and then adjust her breasts until they look like cleavage belonging to a pair of mouth-watering big boobs. "Thanks, now if you don't mind taking out our trash and leaving. I have an appointment that I am late for work. It is that horrid Mrs. Levin."

"Uh... Okay?" Josh says, picking up the bags and giving her a lost one while raising an eyebrow.

Adjusting her jacket, Lauren sighs and rolls her eyes. "She's an old hag still thinks she is rich, yet keeps coming in here asking for more loans to cover old debts. She is so over-leveraged that she doesn't have anything left as collateral."

"That sucks..." Josh says feeling bad for the older woman.

"For me? Oh yeah it does! She's a royal pain in my ass!" Lauren explains with a huff as she runs her hands through her hair in an attempt to make it look less messy.

"And what a lovely ass it is." Josh says walking up to is blond bombshell and giving her firm and shrunken ass a playful spank. "See you tonight, are we still going out to see you tonight, would you like to go out to dinner after work?"

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Lauren fidgets in her heels. " sure, but you really do need to go. I'll see you after work back at the house."

"Okay, sounds great. Can't wait to see you." Josh says with a smile before walking to the door. Pulling it open he is halfway out when he gives his girlfriend a once-over before finally leaving. As he walks down the hall with a big smile on his face into empty bags of takeout in his hand, he cannot help but note that Lauren looks a little bloated.

Indeed, she is bloated!

Struggling to breathe, the first steps are tighter than usual. Running a hand down her abdomen, she feels a slight bulge of her belly even though her Spanx are supposed to keep her looking trim and slim. Taking a few minutes to breathe, Lauren collects herself then heads to the door. The walk down the hallway feels longer than usual. Arduous even as every step is met with protests by the overstretched underwear. Merging into the lobby, Lauren prays that no one can tell as she walks up to the patiently waiting Mrs. Levin who is seated on one of the leather couches. "Good afternoon, I am so sorry to have made you wait. I just had a really important phone call I had to take. I really hope you don't mind." She greets holding out her hand.

Standing up, the older and formerly rich socialite take the offering gently in hers and smiles. "I was upset at first, but then I realized that you are a very important person around here. A lot of people depend on you. Also the young lady over there did exactly as I asked."

So that's why Elle walked in earlier... Lauren thinks as she continues to smile like it was nothing. "Come with me back to my office."

With a nod of her head, Mrs. Levin follows the young blonde back down the hall into the secluded office at the end. Walking in first she takes a seat and before Lauren can even get her hiney in her chair, Mrs. Levin goes into her spiel. "I need another loan. You see I had to take on another payment when my water heater in my luxurious home broke. I also need a new car, mine is getting just too old." She says, looking right down open neckline of Lauren's blouse, appreciating the sight of her young and plump looking breasts. There was a time when Mrs. Levin was young and her bosoms were firm and perky, god how she misses those days...

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Lauren turns towards the computer and fold up Mrs. Levin's accounts. What greeted her on the screen was nothing short of a nightmare. The woman was $250,000 in debt to the bank already. Her house had already been reverse mortgage, return car payment includes three other car payments already stacked on top of the purchase price of her latest Mercedes. The woman's credit cards were blown out and her income was only $1,200 a month. What was a family fortune of fifteen million dollars was blown away years ago. Not knowing how to say it, Lauren takes a a deep breath, her cheeks ballooning like a chipmunk before exhaling from her mouth dramatically. "The bank already owns your house and we have already approved a car payment far above your ability to pay. You only make $1,200 a month and your checking and savings accounts are in the negative. There is no way that I can get a loan approved to cover any more debt. In fact you are already delinquent by three months and if you do not come up with the money in 30 days you're going to lose your house and your car. Mrs. Levin you're going to lose everything. There is nothing I can do!"

"I know that Leroy has another account somewhere! I just know it! That lying filthy cheating bastard tried hiding money from me for years. Thank the Lord he's dead. He has to have another one somewhere, you just need to find it and hurry up... I am tired of your excuses." Mrs. Levin says with a haughty and arrogant tone, and body language to match. Most notably are the crossed arms and pouty lip to go along with her angry expression.

Really feeling the squeeze, both metaphorically and literally, Lauren takes a pitched breath. Exhaling slowly, she feels her Spanx getting only tighter. "Trust me I tried, I even had Lori, my best teller, look into it for me. She scoured everywhere even calling other banks. There are no other account Mrs. Levin. You are broke."

Slowly mrs. Weapons base softens and then frowns before going into outright despair. In her heart she knew that this day was coming and it came. Still she was not ready for such a truth. She had spent years lying to herself, thinking that just a little bit more time would expose one more account where she can cover her debts and start over. Feeling her head fall, the old woman looks up like a penniless old tramp. "What do I do?"

It was a simple enough question, loaded as it was. Yeah, it was a question Lauren is so glad to hear. Feeling her anxiety dissipate, her body relaxes and the squeeze of her Spanx lessen a little bit. "You're going to have to file for bankruptcy. You won't be able to get a loan for five years, but at least you will be able to start over debt-free." She says calmly complete with a soft and understanding smile. Seeing the old woman look down at her lap near tears, Lauren leans forward and reaches across her desk. "I promise everything will be alright. You can do this."

Sensing the offer of comfort, Mrs. Levin takes Lauren's and and squeezes gently. "You have done so much for me Lauren, you even put your neck on the line for me from time to time and I do really appreciate it." For a silver spoon fed arrogant snob, Mrs. Levin did have compassion. It was rare for her to show it but when she did, it was genuine. Looking up from her lap, she has every intention of looking Lauren in the eye, but as her gaze rises she cannot help but take a pause on the young woman's cleavage.

Lauren's open neckline is gaping giving the old woman a clear view of not just her breasts, but also her bra. And there, sticking out from the edge of her cup where it meets the strap, is a hunk of nude colored silicone!

Mrs. Levin was taken aback, but only for a moment. Back in her day it was tissues and socks if a girl wanted to add a little umph to their chests. Some girls of course took it overboard and their entire chest was toilet paper or socks. How old was Lauren? Definitely old enough and too mature to do something that childish. That thing that the younger woman wanted to add a little bit of Zoom to her bazoombas, mrs. Lovett casually circles a finger in the general direction and gave Lauren a little smirk. "Deary, I do believe your falsie is showing."

"Huh?" Lauren asks, feeling the color drain from her face. Taking her hand, she feels along edge of her bra until the cool, smooth silicone brushes her fingertip. "Oh... Uh... Ummm..." Lauren wanted to say that it was just to give a little bit of boost, it wasn't really much, but all she could do was stutter as her cheeks turn crimson red.

"My, my, my! Don't be embarrassed! It's not unusual for young women to want to give their pillows a little bit of pizzazz." The older woman says with a hint of nostalgia. " even in this Modern Age of me too and feminism, it is still quite common for young women to have to use their youthful charms in order to simply be noticed. The joke's on them though..."

A little bit, yeah. That's it! "Yeah, just a little not too much. Just to give the girls a little bit more room and to help me get a little bit over with the boss. I only wear them for work. It also helps make the other girls a little bit more jealous." Lauren says, pushing the form back behind her bra as the blush on her cheeks dissipates. She even puts on a knowing smile.

"Oh dear, those little hussies would be jealous of you even without the little extra. But I bet your boss goes gaga every time you go into his office. I bet he has helped you secure many loans before too..." Mrs. Levin says, hoping to appeal to Lauren's vanity in a last-ditch effort to delay the inevitable.

Lauren is vain, there is no doubt about that, but she is not stupid and sees right through the ploy quickly. "You know, I could go into his office and shake my boom booms at him, but that is not going to change any mind's in the head office. I am afraid that I will have to get chapter 11 bankruptcy arranged for you." Lauren says sitting back in her chair feeling her confidence surge again.

Sighing, the older woman looks down into her open hands. Soon her face falls in them and she quietly sobs.

It isn't until the third table that Victoria starts noticing something feels off. Walking up to the family of four, Victoria is wearing her usual grin as the gentle bobbing of her big tits and the sway of her hips makes the immense padding tickle her soft skin beneath. Grinning not just because of that and she has too, but also because of the looks the table give her the moment they recognize that it is she who is going to be their server. The father cannot help but stare. The mother is shocked to say the least, but recovers if only a little bit, masking her surprise with a cough into her hand. The older child, a young boy about 12 or 13 is staring wide-eyed while the youngest one continues to color not caring one way or the other. "Welcome to Al's, my name is Victoria and I will be your server today." She greets them with a warm smile. It is when she pivots to pose subtly does she feel more movement than usual in her pants. As she turns her hips, Victoria feels her thin hips and small bottom really slide underneath her padding while her normally skin-tight nylons feel a lot looser too!

In all respects, it wasn't much. For those sitting at the table and everyone else watching, they don't notice a thing. To Victoria however it is scary! Holding her pose and placing her hands on the waist of her jeans, she gives her have a small twist and immediately notices the freedom of movement. Still wearing her best smile despite it all, she looks down at everyone over her super sized breasts and continues. "Can I start you all off with drinks and an appetizer?"

Unaware of the rising pandemic in his waitresses cans, the father looks from the menu and looks up at her. "I would like to start off with a coffee, thank you. a sweet iced tea for my wife, light on the ice and two Sprites for the kiddos." He says talking right at Victoria's huge breasts. "And an appetizer does sound good. I would like to order onion rings and a platter of cheese sticks oh, thank you." The father finishes his order and as he looks down he cannot help but pause at the big camel toe bulging between Vicki's legs. Already with a glistening forehead, the man swallows hard and looks rather uncomfortably back at his wife who is simply staring at him.

Knowing all too well the power of her lucky charms, Victoria's smile is easy and effortless. "Coffee, iced tea light on ice and two Sprites and then an onion ring and mozzarella stick appetizer, is that correct?" Victoria repeats and then leans forward pick up the menus from the table. When she does she cannot help but grimace oh, if only for a second, when she feels her jeans and everything stuff inside of them inch downwards. Thankfully her jeans are high waist so again nobody really notices, but Victoria certainly does.

"Yes." The man says with a slight tremor in his voice as he glances up only to have his eyes filled with her mouth watering melons.

"Excellent, I will be right back with your drinks as soon as I can." Victoria says scooping up the menus and bringing them to her impressive chest. Even then if only serve to really emphasize how big her breasts look as they stick out overwhelmingly on either side of the laminated menu cards. Bending on her heels, Victoria starts to walk away and the moment she does she cannot help but blush when everything in her jeans slides and wiggles all over her hips, thighs and ass. Walking to the hostess stand to put in the order, she cannot help but quickly glance either side of her to see if anyone is noticing what feels like an earthquake happening beneath the denim. Exhaling slowly, she notices no lingering eyes except for those that she always gets, but is disturbed by the sudden bunching of nylon in the toes of her shoes.

For the next two hours Victoria is **** to live with the extra jiggle in her jeans as well as her first wedgie ever. The sexy thong that is normally kept from coming anywhere near her little butt crack is now wedge super tight between her little trembling cheeks. Along with the woes of loose padding and the slow sliding down of her nylons, the weight of Victoria's massive boobs have taken their toll on her burdened bra straps. Loose like soggy spaghetti, she is constantly tugging on her bra straps and **** to re-situate her very impressive cans whenever she gets a brief moment of unobstructed privacy.

When the restaurant finally dies down at the end of lunch rush, Victoria feels like a wreck. Her tits are up, the padding in her jeans is down and the folded towels between her stuffed bra cups and her flat chest are wet and ruined. Just an hour ago when she was bent over grabbing a platter for the cooks, she felt the paper towels falling out when her heavy brassiere pulled away her chest. Unable to do anything about the fact that paper towel was sticking out of her bra, Victoria server table wholly depending on her tube top to protect her secret.

With her section empty, Victoria finds Bill helping the busboys cleaning off the tables and after getting the okay, heads to the back. Walking through the kitchen the cooks are all exhausted, but even then they have enough energy to stare. returning their efforts with a smile and a small wiggle of her fingers, she had end of a little hallway and past the employee bathroom. Walking into the managers office, she walks over to the employee lockers and opens hers. Finding her purse, she opens it up and pulls out a little egg containing a fresh pair of tight control nylon pantyhose. Breaking the plastic and cracking open the egg, she is mid pull when Crystal walks in.

Walking up to her locker, the skinny pole with the round boobs and sagging jeans opens it and pulls out a stick of deodorant. Popping off the cap she then opens her blouse and reveals her bra. it is a Victoria Secret black lace number with her baseball shaped fake tits filling it out. Looking over at Victoria who is staring at her as she swipes the gel stick on her hairless armpit, Crystal looks the curvy and busty redhead up and down and sneers. "They're fake, okay? Not everyone has big natural titties like you do." Crystal says then looks down at Victoria's massive boobs. Looking further down she scoffs again. "Or a set of hips to keep their jeans up either."

Looking from the bad boob job to the exposed part of Crystal's underwear, Victoria simply looks away. "Did I say anything?"

"No, but the way you looked at me certainly said it all." Crystal says as she swipes her other armpit. Watching Victoria ball up the nylons she then asks, "What are you doing with those?"

Pulling open the top of her to top, Victoria casually drops the wad between her massive missiles and allows her top to snap shut with a soft slap against her chest. " Change them. I wear pantyhose under my jeans because I do not like how the denim feels against my skin."

A passable explanation that Crystal believes. "I love how jeans feel. Well... When they fit right. I just can never find a pair that fits me snuggly. Every pair I own always slip." Putting the cap back on these deodorant stick, Crystal puts it away and then buttons her top back up.

"Try those pajama looking jeans or something." Victoria offers and then walks away ruefully wishing that she did not have to feel all the extra wobbling and jiggling in her pants and atop her chest.

Watching the buxom diva walk through the door, Crystal cannot help but notice that Victoria's jeans looks a little more jiggly than usual.

If she only knew the half of it.

The moment Victoria walks into the bathroom the first thing she does is push the little button on the door handle to lock it.