She Stuffs!: Car Lot Catfish

It's been a long time coming, but I'm finally ready.

Ready to replace this junker.

Bought from Pablo's Used Cars it still runs okay, but I'm tired of the bumper being held up with a bungee cord. So, going over my finances and then looking around, I decide that Ford is the best choice for me. Climbing into my POS that is held together with duct tape, bungee cords and bird shit, I drive the rattling and tattling Honda Civic to Pete's Ford. No sooner am I pulling into a parking spot right by the front door when the sales manager John comes out to greet me with arms wide open...

*With arms wide open

Under the sunlight

Welcome to this place

I'll show you everything

With arms wide open

With arms wide open!*

Yes, forgive me, but I have a tendency to start hearing songs in my head when certain things are said.

"Kelsie!" The 40 something, round faced and beer bellied sales manager says excitedly. "Finally decided to join the Ford family, huh?"

Barely out of the car, I'm already being assaulted by an over eager salesman and the only thing I'm looking at is the front of his pants pushed under his belly as it jiggles happily. "Heh... Well, I guess. I just like the features and the offers better." I say.

"Not to mention that this is a family-owned business and we go way back, don't we." John says, eyeing me up and down with the kind of eyes that a man looking at a plate full of greasy bacon would.

Feeling a shiver of discomfort run down my spine, I nonetheless smile and nod. "Sure, that too."

"Fantastic! Just follow me inside and we'll find you that perfect car." John says, finally looking up into my eyes.

"That's why I'm here!" I say with a chipper smile and stride in like a very important person.

Okay, I'm not important, but right now I feel like I am because I'm eyeballing a Platinum Ford Explorer. All I need is someone to take me for a test drive and help me sign paperwork. Now inside the showroom, John and I stop at a table in the middle. As I look around at the pretty cars on display, he is staring me down with his hands on his waist. If I was breakfast on his plate, he would be licking his lips.

"Did you know what you wanted to buy today, or do you need help picking something out?" He asks, leering at my chest.

More or less average, I don't personally consider a 34C to be all that big, but John seems to enjoy them... Good for him... "Yes. I'm looking for an SUV with a lot of space in the back. I was looking at a Ford Explorer Platinum. If I'm going to buy a new car that's going to last me for a long time, I may as well go out and buy one that I want."

"Excellent choice and it definitely shows that you have excellent taste..." John says, still staring at my boobs until something catches his attention causing his voice to trail.

Seeing him looking across the showroom, naturally I look over to see what he's staring at too.

Cue the sexy saxophones when I see none other than Rachel walking up to us.

*Sexy saxophone...*

A dancer back in high school, I cannot help but feel my jaw drop as my very own version of slow motion camera takes over my eyes. Just like in the movies, the light seems to shine a little more brightly highlighting the crown of her long and beautiful brunette hair that cascades down her back. Tilting her head and giving it a toss with her hands, she has that arrogant and supremely confidence smirk stuck on her face. Looking down, my eyes open wide at the bounce of her blouse and fitted blazer. Filled to the brim with a pair of marvelous and perky DD cup breasts, the top buttons are open to reveal very firm and bubbling cleavage.

*Bounce... Jiggle. Bounce...*

Mesmerized for a moment, it takes me a minute to look away from those gargantuan boobs sticking out only to be presented with her skinny and trim torso. Not even a hint of a jiggle, it's like her body hasn't aged in 17 years...

Fucking bitch!

I'm 35 and I've definitely put on 20 lb that I can't seem to get rid of. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about my smaller bust and my soft middle and plump thighs, I know I still get my own fair share of looks, but Rachel steals whatever confidence I have.

Walking like a model, her legs scissor making her firm and trim hips wiggle as her tight skirt shows off a pair of thin and toned looking thighs.

"Good morning John. I couldn't help but over hear that there is a customer interested in a brand new SUV?" She says, her voice dripping with condescending confidence.

Looking right at her, she is literally standing right next to me and talking as if I don't even exist! Just like back in high school...

"Yes, this fine young lady is interested in trying out a Ford Explorer Platinum." John says, suddenly half-heartedly gesturing at me as he ogles the brunette bombshell.

Turning her torso only and with a solitary hand on her waist, Rachel looks at me and smirks.

She also sticks out her chest.

Cunt.

"Kelsie!!! It's so nice to see you again. I'm so glad to see that the years haven't been treating you all that horribly. How have you been?" Rachel says to me, looking me up and down and grinning just a little bit more.

Putting my hands on my hips and posing just like her, I toss my hair and even add a airheaded giggle. "Teehee! I'm fine. Glad to see you're still shoving your finger down your throat." I reply as I toss my hair.

Taking it all in stride, Rachel rolls her eyes just like any woman who knows she is superior would. "Just a proper diet and exercise. I would give you my trainer's name and number, but he tends to be a little tough." Rachel says looking away.

"I'm sure he is." I say.

"So you want to purchase a top of the line SUV, is that correct?" Rachel asks changing the subject.

"Yes, I have already done all of my research and I know the make and model that I want to buy. What I need to do now is just take it for a test drive and if I like it you get a sale today." I say glad to be working with her because at least I know she's not going to waste my time.

"Very good. Let me go grab a set of keys and I will meet you outside." She says then abruptly turns and walks towards the manager's office where John waddles furiously to catch up to her.

About to turn and go out the door to the lot, I happen to look over and something immediately catches my eye. Zeroing in even as Rachel is walking away, I cannot help but make out the very distinct lines of something wrapping around her thigh.

Spanx.

Allowing myself to grin a little bit, I happily walk out the door.

Waiting outside for a few minutes, I see Rachel, and the outline of her Spanx, walking out through the door. Clutching the key fob in her hand, she and I walk together over to the Explorers.

"I know you said that you were interested in a Platinum, but you can get all of the same features and creature comforts in a Limited. It will also save you a little bit of money." Rachel says, her confident walk atop her very tall high heels making her big boobs bounce up and down.

Walking a half pace behind her, I'm just staring at her ass, the infamous rounded pancake without so much as even a jiggle. But there is no hiding the faint stitching pushing against the fabric of that charcoal grey skirt of hers. "I know, but I really want the 3.5 twin turbo." I say wiggling my eye brows.

"So you want power?" She asks, turning her head to look back at me.

When she does it gives me a chance to look at her cleavage which is jiggling slightly out of tune with the bounce of her bulbous boobs. Seeing that takes me back to our high school days where the queen of the dance would wear her low-cut spandex top with her cleavage spilling out of it.

Only back then she was more my size and when she turned to the side, there was absolutely nothing to look at.

Unfortunately, that isn't good enough because even I know that boobs grow well into a woman's twenties. When I graduated high school I was barely a B cup and now look at me, a full blown C.

Still though, two full cup sizes? It's not impossible, but it's not very common, and for a dancer it is *really* uncommon. Approaching a Ford Explorer Limited, I see that Rachel has designs to manage my pocket book for me.

"Well let me tell you, the 2.3 litre, 4 cylinder with a single turbo has lots of pop!" Rachel explains, shimmying her shoulders.

"We'll see, but I really wanted the bolt in your seat power that the V6 with the twin turbo has to offer." I reply, gritting my teeth as I come to realize that maybe working with Rachel wasn't such a good idea.

"I found that many ladies simply don't realize what they're really getting behind the wheel of and find that the V6 is just too much for them." Rachel explains as she unlocks the door to the champagne colored luxury car.

As she is climbing in the passenger side, I open the driver side door and take a seat. Already I can tell that this is a very high quality automobile. The seats are comfortable and the premium leather is really soft to the touch. The wheel too is wrapped in a fine leather and the interior looks well polished and there is plenty of goodies and gadgets, just like in the Platinum.

"All you have to do is put your foot on the brake and then push this button right here." Rachel says, going so far as to lean and point it out to me even though my finger is already reaching for it.

She should have been watching her hemline because the lace frill of the bottom of her Spanx is sticking out. Smirking ever so slightly, I lift my eyes to look down at those big boobs of hers and that's when they widen. Peering into her wide open top, I see something nude colored sticking out from the cup of her *obviously* padded bra.

*Snxxxx!*

*"Rachel is stuffing a wonder bra! Just how small is she?"*

"Is something funny?" Rachel asks as she subtly tugs down on the hem of her skirt and giving me a pseudo stink eye.

"Heh... No. I was just thinking of something that my niece said to me just the other day. Sorry." I reply as I don't keep myself from smiling anymore, shaking my head as I start the car.

It's not very long until we are taking the car down the road. Going out to the highway, I get it on the on-ramp and open it up.

*Rrrrrrrrrr! Sssssssss!*

Hearing a lawn mower hooked up to a powerful turbo sounds really stupid, but the car does have some kick! I just wonder how long that will last until it has been properly broken in. My dad always told me that new cars feel quick until you put about 30,000 miles on them. That's when you know the real output.

"Pretty peppy, huh?" Rachel says, looking at me with that smiling face that is just begging me to agree with her.

Gripping wheel, I toss my head up and down and a little bit here and a little bit over there. "Yeah, but it's not what I want. I really want that V6 twin turbo action."

"But you have to admit, this engine is pretty quick and responsive." Rachel tries again to get me to see the benefit of her selection versus my own.

I bet you it's the same thing she says to her date when she takes her bra off...

*"They're still big, see? You can still enjoy them, right?"* I hear her saying as I imagine her pushing her little tits up with her hands trying to make the guy interested in them all over again!

"Yes, it is Rachel. Tell me more about the features." I say agreeing with her just to get her to shut up.

Next thing I know for the next 20 minutes she is rambling on and on about features that she clearly doesn't know how to use, but has definitely memorized the pamphlet. Needless to say, I'm excited when we pull back into the lot.

"So, what did you think? Is this a car you see yourself buying today?" She asks, turning in her seat to look me dead in the eye.

Ignoring her pushed up little tits, I look her right in the eye and smile back. "Yes, and a Platinum. I also want it to be red with black interior."

"But you have to agree, this beige interior is far more luxurious. Don't you feel that a woman such as yourself would be far more comfortable in opulence like this?" Rachel says, now touching the dashboard and the seat as she tries to sell it like the girl on the TV who gestures at the letters on Wheel of Fortune.

"I see exactly where you're coming from, hun, but I want what I'm asking for." I say sternly.

Her face going flat, Rachel's arms drop as she suddenly turns toward the door. Opening it up, she pushes on it and goes to get out. When she does, her heel must have slid or something because next thing I know she is stumbling! Reaching across the cabin in a forlorn hope of helping, I happen to get glimpse of something showing between her skirt and her shirt.

White and covered in stitches with fasteners going up the back, I suddenly realize that maybe the former captain of the dance squad isn't as fit and trim as she likes to sell herself as! Seeing this, I quickly jump out of the car and race around to see if she needs help. When I reach her she is already back on her feet and pulling down on her blouse, but tugging down on something else as well. Could it be her waist cincher? "Are you okay, Rachel?"

"Ugh... I must have stepped on a small pebble with the heel of my shoe. I nearly rolled my ankle! I'm going to have to talk to the general manager about getting this parking lot maintained properly." She huffs as her hands move from tucking in her shirt to adjusting her boobs.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to see you hurt yourself, or worse humiliate yourself..." I say as I leave back and gently lower the zip to her skirt.

"Oh my god, it's about time somebody understands. I am the best salesperson this rinky dink, cow shit town has!" Rachel huffs indignantly as she gathers her appearance while wiggling her hips.

Nodding in agreement, sarcastically of course, I am happy to see that her movements is causing her sexy skirt to start wiggling down her slender hips. "For sure..." I say nodding in mock concern.

"Let's go get you in your dream car today. I can see that you really want the Platinum, I just hope the price doesn't make you sick to your stomach." Rachel says giving her hair a toss and starts walking off confidently.

Following hot on her heels, we walk right up to the building and every step she takes that skirt of hers is inching down lower and lower. Barely clinging on when she opens the door and strides through without even offering if I would like to go first, it has no sooner closed behind me when that sleek little business skirt falls into a puddle around her feet!

Literally looking up when the doors open, I see John watching as his favorite sales woman strides through the door. "How did the test drive... Go?" He starts saying the moment he comes out of his glass enclosed office in the corner. "Rachel?"

"Yes J.... AHHHHHH!" Rachel starts to say still walking when her feet get caught up! Screaming as she is falling forward, she throws her hands out, but is not fast enough to stop her from falling face first into the tile!

*Pow!*

Landing hard, Rachel goes splat and I cannot help but laugh at the former debutant now laying face first into the ground. With her heels hanging off of her feet and her lycra encased ass and hips on complete and total display, it's scene right out of a cheap comedy! Also the moment she hit the floor two silicone rubber falsies popped out of her blouse and slid across the floor!

Looking up to see John's reaction, I am covering my mouth giggling as he bends down to pick up a portion of Rachel's "tits". Holding it up, he starts flapping it back and forth as he looks from it to the fallen stunner who is now climbing to her feet.

Kicking off her heels and stepping out of her skirt, all that is left is her blouse and blazer that is now sliding down her back and arms. Looking around, Rachel suddenly freezes and then quickly crouches down to try and hide her shaping panties! "Oh my god! Don't look at me!" She suddenly shrieks as her arms only make her lack of a bust even more apparent!

"Gee ****... What all happened to that diet and exercise?" I burst out laughing as she tries in vain to hide the real reason she is so trim and uplifting.

"Eeeeek! My titties!" She screams next, not even having heard me when she notices that her DD's are down to C's.

With the bitch cowering and tiptoeing left and right over and over again as she tries to find a way out, I simply stride up to her and rob her of what is left of her dignity! Grabbing hold of her blouse, I rip it right down her arms to show John just what he has been ogling for years.

Now down to her empty padded push-up bra, waist cincher and Spanks, Rachel is becoming even more incoherent as she now tries to hide even more with her hands! "My clothes! Oh my clothes and my boobs! John, stop looking in my bra!"

Taking a peek, the only thing dangling from her chest are a pair of sagging, granny looking ta-ta's. "Pfffft... Now I know why you were pushing them up all the time, you're trying to hide little saggy titties!"

"F-f-f-fuck you!" She screams at me, foaming at the mouth like a wild-eyed boar! Looking around, she sees John holding her falsies and waddles up to him. "Those are mine you fucking pervert!" Rachel yells, spewing John's face and shirt with spittle as she yanks them from his hands and then clutches her chest and storms off.

Crouching down, I pick up her skirt and heels and hold them up. "Hey, don't you want the rest of your clothes?" I yell out only when she is halfway towards the bathroom.

Stopping on her stocking covered heels, she turns around and stomps back up to me. Ripping them from my hand, she gives me a dirty look. The moment she turns around to leave, I grab the waist of her Spanx and haul them right down to her knees!

"EEEEEEEEEK!" Rachel screams so loudly that I swear to God my eardrums may have just popped! Stepping back as I plug them with my fingers, I look down at her ass and it is definitely not the ass of a dancer anymore! No longer tight and smooth, Rachel's bottom, hips and thighs have definitely packed on a few pounds in a most unsightly way! Flabby and starting to sag, it is definitely not something that any man was expecting to see being split by a pair of fancy little knickers. Now dropping everything, Rachel spins right round and round giving me, John and a couple who has just walked through the door quite a show!

Not only is Rachel out of shape, but it must have been quite a while since she's had a man between her legs because that is some serious bush sticking out on either side of those sexy little undies!

"Holy crap! When was the last time you used a razor!?!" I guffaw as John stares on jaw dropped.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Rachel yells, her face going white as a ghost when she sees her best friend and husband staring at her with shocked looks on their faces! "Vicki?!"

"Honey? What the hell happened to you?!?! Hehehe..." Victoria giggles, covering her mouth with her dainty hands.

Recognizing that voice, I turn and see another bitch from my youth.

Victoria Black.

Former head cheerleader and big time mouth whore, she had a reputation for sucking off every jock in school! Not only that, but she loved flaunting her epic rack! Dressed in a tight sweater and an equally tight pair of jeans, Victoria is still rocking the same over exaggerated curves that she is infamous for. Huge tits, a big ass and a beefy pussy all sticking out from a short and skinny body. Why guys fall for this, I have no idea, but a lot of us back in the day used to whisper behind her back that she's the biggest fake ever. Having never had a chance to prove it because she would never get naked in front of anyone, it was only ever a rumor.

"I... I... I..." Rachel starts stammering, staring at her supremely endowed best friend and former Queen of high school.

"And here I used to think you were hot. I'm sorry, but I don't spend lots of money with phonies and losers like you." She says striking a powerful pose with her big chest thrusted out proudly.

"Vicki no!!!" Rachel screams then burst into tears and runs off bawling!

Seeing his top salesperson fall apart and about to lose his best customer on top of that, John rushes up to Victoria who is standing there and literally showing off. Standing off to the side, I see John literally going up to her like a begging dog. If he was any more lame he would drop to his knees and start kissing her snakeskin covered toes. "Victoria... Please. Don't let Rachel be the reason you stop shopping here! I can certainly take over the sale if you don't want to work with her anymore! In fact your custom ordered GT500KR has just arrived!" John says practically groveling.

"It better be. I paid buko bucks for that car to be custom built. It does have the extra soft seats I need for this big and firm ass, right?" Victoria declares and then turns her hips and gives her round rump a firm slap.

*Thump!*

"Oh yes... Extra padding in the seat, top of the line air conditioning to keep you nice and comfortable while you're driving so you don't overly sweat during the summer! I even threw in the window tint for free!" John says smiling as he looks at the curvaceous stunner up and down.

Having always been curious more than jealous, the sound that emanated from when she slapped her butt got me thinking. Still standing there and realizing that John has no intention of selling me a car right now, I decide to look over and watch as Victoria preens and prims.

"Well the tint better be free with the money I'm paying." She says then turns to her husband as she flashes the most obscenely gawdy looking engagement ring I have ever seen. Literally flashing it in my general direction, she turns towards her man and reaches up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss. The moment their lips touch, I watch as she drops her hand right down to his ridiculous looking bulge sticking out in the front of his pants and starts groping it right in the middle of the showroom! "Mmmmm.... That's not the only sexy stallion I'll be riding tonight."

Watching her make out, I instantly notice two things. One she is wearing low-rise jeans which really shows off the disparity of her big looking butt and her skinny waist while also noticing that her obnoxiously sized boobs don't even change shape when she reaches up to give her man a kiss.

Standing and watching like a drooling idiot, John finally starts nodding his head quickly. "Yes, yes... You are right! Free tint! Lemme go get the paperwork ready." He says and turns to leave.

Still making out with her man, I roll my eyes at the sloppy and inappropriate levels of affection they're showing each other. Walking right up behind her, I decide to unclip her bra and then rip down her jeans!

*PLOP! PLOP!*

"EEEEEEEEEK!!!" She suddenly screams when her ginormous fake boobs tumble out from under her top as her curvy butt and crotch instantly disappear to reveal two shrunken ass cheeks and a pussy covered in a carpet of hair that even makes Rachel's overgrown display look modest! "My big boobies and butt!" She suddenly yells as she bends down to try and pull up her fallen pants, panties and boobs all at the same time!

Standing there and openly laughing my ass off I watch Vicki scramble with her husband to try and get herself all put back together before John comes back out! "Wow and I thought Rachel was pathetic, look at you! You look just like a little kid without all that padding in your bra and your underwear! I'll bet your hubby is severely lacking too!"

"You fucking cunt! You just wait until I see you again, I'm going to kick your ass!" Victoria yells, trying to sound menacing, but sounds more like a pathetic and whiny little bitch.

Watching as she holds up her pants and cradles her disheveled fake tits under her sweater, she is bitching and fussing as her husband waddles behind providing cover as they leave.

Just as the door closes, John comes walking back out. "Hey Vicki, I got the... Where did she go?" He asks looking around confused.

Grinning as I plant my hands on my waist, I toss my hair and look right at him. "There was a very unfortunate accident that she needed to respond to. She told me to tell you that she would be back later to buy her fancy new car."

"Oh..." He says looking dejected.

"But don't worry, you can still sell me my car." I say flashing him a brilliant smile.

Perking right back up again, John sticks out his chest. "Sure thing Kelsie, follow me." He says with a big and chubby smile, ushering me to his office.