An attempt to turn the tables.

Leaving Lori's office, Elle and Anna were excited and nervous about their task for the week. They were nervous because they did not want to get caught, but they knew they were under the scrutinizing eyes of the freshly promoted Assistant Branch Manager who seems to always be around watching their every move. Throughout the rest of the day she made sure that she came around and checked on their work. When she wasn't doing that she was chatting it up with her favorite tellers, the two big boobed bimbos who did not know the difference between a nickel and a quarter.

Given their new mission, both girls outwardly continued to do their jobs, but then started taking notes on every little thing that Lauren did. Just on Monday alone they noticed that Lauren was always fiddling with her skirt or adjusting her blouse. Every time she would pick at it, she always seemed to touch her tits. She also fiddled with her skirt when she thought no one was looking she ran her hands up and down her bottom obsessively. If that wasn't enough, she always made a round to the customer area to snag a cup of coffee and a doughnut or another tasty treat. Before they never really paid attention, but now they watched her eat about three that day alone. At lunch time she had takeout and from their area they could see her through the window taking big fork fulls of Chinese food. After lunch she didn't come right out of her office and even ignored her phone. Thinking back she did this everyday for about an hour. When she did finally emerge, she came out with a little smirk on her face and headed right for Frank's office. Just before opening the door, she would turn towards it and give her boobs a confident push up before tapping three times and entering. Throughout the week Lauren committed to the same routine with very little variation.

Except on Wednesday.

On that morning she came into work wearing a beautiful royal blue skirt and blazer combination and a canary yellow button-up blouse. Instead of heading to Frank's office, she starts making her rounds to all of the loan officers.

"There will be a meeting after lunch today. The head office has handed down some directives and policy changes as well as some selling strategies. If you have appointment this afternoon, I suggest you call your customers and reschedule them. I know it sucks but I have to do it." Lauren says before moving on to the next one and repeating the same line.

Walking away from the last office adjacent to the lobby, she starts heading towards the hallway. Instead of going down to tell Lori, she instead taps on Frank's door three times and then disappears inside.

Standing at the teller station, Elle and Anna look at each other, but before they can say anything they are both greeted warmly by customers. In fact the bank was pretty busy for the entire morning so neither of them got a chance to let Lori know about the meeting until lunchtime. Even then it came up almost as an afterthought.

Sitting in Lori's Office, Elle and Anna are enjoying a Subway lunch when Anna mentions it absentmindedly.

"You know what I don't get? If you're all supposed to be making money for the bank, why is Lauren having a meeting after lunch with all of you guys? Can't you do that in the morning or ask you guys to stay for a little bit at the end of business hours so it doesn't get in the way of your customers?" Anna asks, her mouth full of food. When she speaks some lettuce comes tumbling out of her mouth and lands on her shirt.

Listening, but not really paying attention, Lori is too transfixed on her computer. She is going over her scheduler. "Yeah, I would rather do it after work or before..." It isn't until she turns away from her computer and goes to grab her sandwich does she realize just what was said. Setting it down, her face turns sour. "Wait... did you say that Lauren was having a meeting with my loan officers after lunch? She didn't tell me about this. Proper protocol would have been for her to come to me and let me know that she needed to have a meeting and then let me decide when we would have it in conjunction with her."

Looking at one another, Elle and Anna then look at Lori and they can see that she is biting her lip from saying anything profanity laden. "I'm sure she sent you an email or something..." Elle says.

Turning towards her computer, Lori scrolls through them all and indeed does find one. It was sent Monday afternoon at four o'clock. "Sent it late Monday afternoon knowing full well that it would be buried in the morning. Explains why I have been getting emails from my staff asking questions about what the meeting will specifically cover. I had no idea what to tell them. I Thought I was going to take it up with her after lunch actually, before my afternoon client." She says doing a fantastic job of hiding her anger and annoyance.

"Well... Just so you know we really haven't been able to come up with anything about Lauren and her girdle." Elle says sounding dejected.

"And I have been unable to get my hands onto the login and password that would allow me to see if you are being set up or not. My hunches you are, but without proof I cannot expose this to human resources or Frank." Lori replies, the wind deflating from her sails.

"Why do we need more proof anyway? Why don't we just take the bitch's clothes off? You know she is bad for the place, so why not just humiliate her and get her to quit?" Anna says, kind of just blurting it out there.

Looking at her, the two other women ponder that for a moment.

"I mean, Anna and I both noticed something was weird..." Elle replies.

"Yes, but what if we are wrong? What if we took her clothes off and she is everything that everyone expects her to be? Where would that leave us? We would look really stupid and we would all lose our jobs for nothing. She may have a little bit of embarrassment, but no one would ever question her authority ever again. Frank would never fire her after that!"Lori states the obvious, reminding the two younger women that such a thing is risky. "We need insurance. I also need to get a my hands on those documents or you too will still be fired no matter what."

"So why don't we go after the proof of that instead? Why humiliate her?" Elle asks.

"Because... Do you really want that phony walking around like she is God's gift to this green earth? Do you want her landing another job and doing this kind of thing all over again? As long as she still has some sort of dignity, she will find a way to weasel her way out of this. If we can get our hands on the document and expose her as the fraud she is then she will have no leg to stand on. Her body is her pride and joy. She flaunts it all the time. Hell, she makes an excuse to show off."

"True... Okay. We'll keep trying."

"Good, now if you'll excuse me I have some appointments to reschedule. Luckily it is only two and I am sure that my clients will be okay with it." Lori says then turns to her phone.

As Lori makes her calls, Elle and Anna look at each other and then return to eating their lunch.

Meanwhile in Lauren's office, the blonde bombshell is enjoying her lunch plus her dessert.

"Mmmmm... Yeaaaassssshhhmmmfff! Laurenth very horthy!!!" Lauren says pulling the club sandwich away from her face, her other hand holding her Hitachi wand up under her skirt. Normally she would eat and then play with herself, but having scheduled the meeting right after lunch she needed to do both. "Tho thexy!" She moans with her mouth still full. Setting the sandwich down and her other hand guiding the vibrating head up and down her girdle covered cunt, she reaches to her blouse and unbuttons it. Grabbing her fake boob, she starts squeezing it and feeling it up, even twirling and tugging on the rubber nipple sticking out through the lace cup of her girdle. "Goothness youth tho thtacked... Mmmm...." Still groping and tugging away, it isn't long until her hand slides behind the big falsie and starts playing with her real nipple. "Ooooooo fuckth ya..."

Still guiding the wand up and down her crotch, Lauren's hips pump softly. "Ooooooh yeah. Cum for me... Cum for all the boys who couldn't stop staring at me this morning..." She says finally swallowing. Biting her bottom lip, her hips jiggle as she deposits her creamy seed into the crotch of her panties like a dirty bitch. Throwing open her legs, her skirt rides up exposing her thighs and crotch wound and wrapped tightly in lycra and lace fully intent on enjoying every second of her release. When she does her eyes suddenly open as she clenches her butt cheeks tight. "Oh no, no, no... Lauren does not poop at work. You wait until I get home."

With her orgasm partially stalled, Lauren pulls the Hitachi wand out from between her legs and shoves it rudely in her desk drawer. Looking at the clock, she realizes that the meeting is less than five minutes away. Sighing to herself she stands up and fixes her outfit before leaving her office with her folders in hand. Walking to the conference room, she pauses at the door and bites her bottom lip. Taking a long and slow breath through her nose, she exhales slowly.

Sometimes Mother Nature does not always wait for when it is convenient...

Lauren was also not the only one that somebody had a bone to pick with.

Out of a job Monday, Angie spent Tuesday stewing in her own despair. Becky and Crystal had yet to reach out thus leaving her with no one to lean on. Stuck with her own thoughts, Angie spent the rest of the week becoming more and more frustrated.

Becky and Crystal had no reason to speak to Angie. If it wasn't for her they probably would have had jobs still. They only mistreated Vicki because Angie was jealous and she played on their jealousies too.

Being alone and isolated, Angie spends her days filling out applications all over town and her evenings bitching about how unfair it was. Ranting and raving in her living room, she could not stop talking about Victoria.

"How can she get away with this? Al told me he would always have my back! What does he see in her!?! I should have been the one to get that job... I have the most experience and I am the most mature. She only got it because of those big tits! They're not even real... Everyone know she stuffs her bra! Crystal said that they look weird whenever she sticks her arms up over her head and Becky said that she was always adjusting her boobs because they got so crooked! Only bra stuffers do that... What a cheater! And I bet Al gets all happy whenever she comes to work showing off the big fake cans! Typical man... They see big tits and their wangs get all hard. He used to get a boner for me until he hired her. Fucking slut probably sucking his dick under the desk. That's probably how she got the job. She sucked him off! It's the only thing she's good at..."

On Friday Angie stops by the restaurant to pick up her final check. Not seeing Becky or Crystal, she goes up to Michelle who is manning the bar. "Please tell me you have my final check. I really don't want to see the big titted cow..."

Restocking some ****, Michelle looks over and rolls her eyes. Standing up she wipes her hands off with a towel and walks over to where Angie is standing. "The big titted cow you refer to is in her office and she does have your check. Sorry." She states flatly before turning her back on her former coworker and returning to work.

Standing there for a minute, Angie rolls her tongue around her mouth, wondering if Michelle is going to page Victoria or not. Deciding that she's probably going to just have to go back there and get it herself, she taps the bar top and then walks to the back. Cutting through the kitchen she walks down the short hallway and up to the office door that is closed tightly. Taking a deep breath, and she raises her fist and prepares to knock.

Inside her office, Victoria is finishing up reconciling that afternoon's sales receipts. It is another good day and another notch in the belt. Putting them in the appropriate expanding file, she closes it up and sets it aside. When she does she looks down at her chest and pouts.

Her breasts are deflating again. Not much but enough for her to notice. Opening her desk drawer, she pulls out the emergency pump and sets it down. Opening her blouse, she grins at the black lacy bra that is still looking ready to burst from having to support her burgeoning endowments. Tugging the bra cups down, she exposes her big nipples and picks up the pump. Plunging the needle into the left one first, she gives it a couple of pumps before doing the same with the right.

*Knock, knock, knock.*

"One minute!" She calls out just loud enough to be heard through the door. Pulling the pump out, she barely has time to set it down and fix her bra when the office door is opened.

Walking in, Angie is surprised to see Victoria with her shirt open! "Oops!" She exclaims while getting an eyeful of Victoria's luscious big breasts cupped in the skimpiest looking bra someone can buy! Seeing for herself the mighty projections topped with big, brown and very hard and thick nipples, she is **** on her own breath!

Quickly closing her blouse Victoria hastily buttons it up, but stops the moment her bra is covered leaving all of her cleavage hanging out. Looking over at Angie, she gives her a dirty look. "I said wait but since you're in here, what do you want?"

Staring right at the epic display, Angie can only whisper her request. "My final check... Please." She asks trying to hide her pathetic and deflated looking saggers.

Watching the older woman tug up on her low-cut top, Victoria cannot help but smirk smugly. "Perfect. You just saved me a stamp." She says picking up the pump and depositing it back into her desk drawer then pulling out Angie's check. "Good luck." She adds sarcastically, holding the envelope out with a grin.

Walking up to the powerful redhead still standing behind her desk, Angie can see that she has her other hand place right on her little waist. As she pulls the check from Victoria's loose grip, she looks below the jutting titans at the front of Vicki's skirt. It is tight around her stomach which means it is trying to hold back the little belly that was just jiggling freely a few nights ago. Beneath that is the bulge of Victoria's preeminent womanhood. That too was on display every time she bent over and stuck out her ass. Angie knew intimately just how big and shapely Victoria's pussy is.

"Ahem..."

Looking up sheepishly, Angie knew she had taken too long of a look. Looking up and into Victoria's emerald green eyes, she can only swallow as her cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

"Never took you to be a carpet muncher hunny, but with those saggy tits I can't blame you. Not too many men are probably interested the moment you take your bra off, right Grandma?" Victoria teases and then to prove a point, arches her back and throws her shoulders thus launching those Trident Missiles right into Angie's line of sight. "Real men go for these, and what I got going on in my thong." Victoria says, now pointing and circling her finger at Angie's chest.

Rolling her eyes, she gives Victoria a deadpan look before turning and walking out with her check. Shutting the door behind her, Angie walks silently back through the restaurant. It isn't until she reaches her car and sits down do her eyes open wide and then her face scrunches into one of curiosity. "Why did she have an air pump on her desk?" Closing the door, she turns on the car and drives to the bank. However that question keeps burning in her mind and for the rest of the day it continues. When she crawls into bed later that night, Angie decides that while she waits for an interview, she will spend her free time at the bar at Al's Steakhouse.

Over the next month, she does just that. The first few days go by without incident as she comes in during the height of dinner rush. The restaurant is packed and like she expects, Victoria is out managing on the front lines. When she isn't circling tables asking how everything is going, she is helping her waitresses or helping the hostess. She even picked up a few tips behind the bar and was able to serve customers there too. It was at the bar that Victoria would let her hair down and unbutton a few buttons to her blouse. Seeing that the manager herself was letting her tits literally air out, and she could not help but notice all the men eyeballing them.

They sure did enjoy Victoria's big titty show!

Unfortunately there was never much to see and as days turn to weeks and Victoria's next theme night was coming around the corner, Angie was falling into despair. She had nothing to go on and it sucked. Arriving at the bar on a Saturday night, she was not only **** for some dirt, but also a man. It had been months since he had last had sex so tonight she came in wearing a short skirt and a tube top with her tits pushed up and looking as youthful as ever.

"Ahh... Looks like someone is here to find some ass tonight." Michelle quips the moment Angie takes a seat.

"What... Is the Nursing Home out of men that you can bed Granny?"

Looking over her shoulder, she sees Chelsea holding a tray of empty glasses. Watching her set them down on the bar, she cannot help but notice that Chelsea is still sporting a pair of big boobs.

"Nah... Just needed a break from banging your grandpa." Angie says to her then looks at Michelle. "Bud Light please?"

Nodding at her, Michelle grabs one from the cooler and places it on the bar. Popping the top she pushes it towards Angie then turns and walks away. Grabbing the bottle, Angie takes a drink and looks over to see Chelsea still standing at the bar waiting on an order. Wearing heels and nylons, the young waitress fresh out of high school is wearing a little black skirt and a button-up blouse which is left open to show off a good-looking amount of bubbly cleavage. "Still sporting the Wonder Bra I see..."

"At least when my bra comes off my tits don't tap my knees." Chelsea retorts.

"At least when my bra comes off I have tits for the men to touch." Angie fires back then takes a sip of her beer wearing a grin.

"Whatever grandma. I haven't had one guy complain yet." Chelsea says sounding somewhat defensive as she loads her tray with fresh drinks.

"That's probably because you don't date any guys in town... Right CHESTY Chelsea?" Angie giggles when the young woman stomps off visibly upset.

Angie may not have learned much about Victoria, but in the last few weeks she had heard the term "Chesty Chelsea" on quite a few occasions from some of the patrons at the bar.

After her exchange with the young and up and coming waitress, Angie spent the rest of the night at the bar drinking, flirting with men and always keeping a vigilant eye on Victoria.

Tonight Vicki's skirt seemed to be getting a little bit shorter. Hell, every time she approached a table and bent over a little bit, it kept inching up. She was always pulling it down, but by the middle of the dinner service the bar was so swamped that she needed to step in even though it was fully staffed. This gave Angie the perfect vantage point to watch.

Relegated to handing out beers, Victoria was still all smiles as she happily serves each and every guest. They in return got a nice view of nice tits. As the night wore on, the sweat along her brow became more prominent and she kept nibbling her bottom lip. Watching closely, Angie cannot stop looking at Victoria's legs. She is crossing them every so often and bending for no real reason. She is also flirting and showing off still.

There is no doubt in Angie's mind that Victoria is getting horny! With so much attention being drawn to her, it was only a matter of time. So when she crouched down to open the beer cooler, Angie got the up skirt that she didn't know she was waiting for. She got an eyeful of Victoria's pink cotton thong... And it is positively bulging! Not only is it stretched to the max, but Victoria's carpet was sticking out along either side. Not just a few hairs, but entire patches we're showing as the panty was unable to completely cover her sex!

"Whoa..." Angie starts to say, her eyes are already open wide, when her falling jaw keeps her from uttering another word. It is falling because at that very moment the pristine and clean cotton turns very dark very quick as a surge of something white and runny pushes through the thinned out cotton! Having just watched Victoria cream herself, Angie is about to look away when she sees something clear start bubbling along the well-defined and long, bubbly slit.

Standing up with a beer in hand, Victoria is flush as she slams it on the bar and then turns and runs.

Grabbing her beer, Angie's look of shock soon turns into a smug and evil grin as she tips her head back and downs the bottle. Looking at Michelle who is now looking around like what the hell is going on, she motions while snapping her fingers. "Another one over here please."

As Michelle slid another beer, the seventh one for that evening in front of Angie, someone sat down in an open bar stool a couple of seats down from her. Paying the woman no mind, she takes a swig of her beer and ignores the small breasted and fat ass woman wearing a sweater and jeans looking solemn and depressed next to her...

Three weeks earlier...

Elle and Anna watch as Lauren enters the conference room after just having to take a breath and touch her stomach.

"Think she ate too much?" Asks Elle.

"Probably. Did you notice that the doughnut box is half empty already?" Replies Anna.

"Yeah and then she came in with that foot-long from Al's across the street." Agrees Elle.

Ending their little conversation when customers appear, Anna and Elle go back to work.

About thirty minutes later they both watch with amusement when Lauren exits the conference room and then speed walks to the bathroom. It was one of those shuffle walks which meant that the normal click-clack of her heels is replaced with a rather annoying shuffle as they grind against the worn-out and dirt embedded tile. Watching her round the corner, Anna thinks she sees something but then think nothing of it and returns to doing her afternoon till check.

Lauren did not appear for about forty-five minutes and when she did she went straight to Frank's office and then straight to the meeting. She never walked back in, instead opening the door and sticking her head in and then pulling it out and promptly closing the door again. Walking to her office she leaves the door open as she grabs her purse and then speed walks across the lobby towards the front doors.

"Gotta go. Family emergency." Lauren says on the fly.

It would not be until the end of the day that Anna, Elle and Lori would talk about what happened.

"I know Lauren leaves early, but never this early." Elle mentions as she finishes winding down her station for the day.

"Yeah, something about a family emergency or something." Anna adds, still concentrating on counting her money.

Standing in front of their stations, Lori shrugs her shoulders. "Funny, she made no mention of that when she came back from the bathroom. All she said is that she needed to be somewhere important. Before she left she was running the meeting then got suddenly still and then ran from the room. When she left she left quite an odor behind."

Looking up the moment she hears odor, Anna no longer cares about counting her money. Setting it down quickly she starts scurrying towards the restroom.

"Where are you going?!?" Elle calls out, setting her money down too and giving chase.

Not even bothering to ask, Lori calmly follows.

Barging through the bathroom door, Anna looks around. Eyeballing the trash can she starts pulling out used paper towels until she finds exactly what she is looking for. Pulling out a bundle wrapped up in a thick amount of toilet paper, she turns around and holds it up. "I think I know why Lauren ran out of work today." She says and then unravels it to reveal a pair of rolled-up white panties. Unfurling them, she holds them up for Lori and Elle to see.

"Oh my God, Lauren pooped her panties!" Elle shrieks plugging her nose as she looks away from the brown stained panties still filled with poop.

"That's not the only thing..." Lori says waving the air in front of her nose. "Those are size XL granny panties.

Smiling as she holds them out, Anna cannot only see the load Lauren left behind, but also that the crotch is covered in dried up nasty cum.