At 40 years old I recently had a baby with my second husband, but have three other children from my first marriage. So none of my work attire fit properly anymore. I'm a size 12 now and my measurements went from 36DD-32-38 to 42H-34-44. Needless to say, I receive dirty looks from women when their boyfriends or husbands sneak a glance at my assets. From old perverts to the college boys, I do receive some attention. I take it as a compliment although there have been some men that have followed me around the grocery store with one thing on their mind.
At 5'2", 190 lbs, pale complexion, with forehead wrinkles and a double chin, I didn't feel very attractive. Ever since the baby, my husband has turned down my sexual advances and even a blowjob from me which has left me unfulfilled. I needed to take my mind off my marriage for a bit and decided to go shopping for new work clothes.
Due to my pregnancy weight I had to shop in plus size section at Macy's. I arrived to the store wearing my black transparent leggings that have stretch holes in them, but are super comfortable. My straight dark brown hair rested on my shoulders, which had grey roots peeking through. My makeup was generously applied with blush and toner. I wore my short brown office heels since I was trying on work clothes and wanted to complete the look.
As I walked through the different sections of the store, I picked up some pant suits, cardigans, and conservative blouses with a scoop neckline. I could sense my large rear end jiggling on my way towards the fitting room. My goal was to find clothes in hopes they would hide my voluptuous figure.
Just my luck, there wasn't a mirror in my fitting room and all the other rooms were taken. I now had to wiggle my buns out to the mirror just outside of the fitting rooms to see how they fit. I turned to the side and noticed my big rear was still stretching the fabric out to the max. I could feel my round buttocks sucking the pants in between them creating a noticeable wedgie. The good news was that it hid my thick legs and the suit coat disguised my flabby arms.
I noticed an older gentleman sitting off to the side of the mirror. He slightly looked like Burt Reynolds, maybe in his 50's with salt and peppered hair and a thick mustache. I think he might have been a partner at a law-firm or some business man based on his expensive suit. He glanced over at me and flashed a quick smile. I was a little embarrassed that he had seen me shimmy out to the mirror and then miserably looked at myself in my new work clothes.
"Pant suit, huh? Where you going, court?" He laughed at this own joke.
"Haha very funny. I'm picking up some new work clothes. Are you waiting for someone in the fitting room?" I asked wondering why he was in the women's department.
"My wife is shopping around so that means I'm sitting and waiting." He shrugged his shoulders and smirked.
I rolled my eyes as I was walked back to the fitting room. When I changed into outfit number two, I noticed this wardrobe wasn't any different from what I had tried on initially. Just a different shade of blue. I still wanted to critique how I looked in the mirror of truth. Unfortunately that random guy was still waiting for his wife as I waltzed out for my second runway show. After confirming in the mirror my plump figure was hidden in this suit, I caught the stranger behind me checking me out in the reflection. He had a few skirts and blouses laid out on his lap.
I turned my head back towards him. "Oh, did your wife just drop those off?"
He stood up and said, "Actually they're for you. I thought they would accentuate your form a little better."
"What? You mean you don't like my pant suits?"
"Well...they make you seem like a politician and kind of frumpy"
"If you must know, I'm trying to hide some extra pounds I put on from a recent pregnancy. So I think I'm all set."
"Do me a favor and try them on. If you like the way you look, heck I'll even buy them for you!"
There was an announcement over the speakers that the store was about to close in 15 minutes. You could hear the other women filtering out of the occupied dressing rooms before the store started to lock up the doors.
I was annoyed with this strange man at this point, but decided to give it a shot to shut him up. It's been a while since I've had a man flirt with me so I played along.
As I returned to the fitting room, I noticed he had a distinct taste in women's clothing. There was a reoccurring theme of revealing tight blouses and short skirts. I stripped down to my large mom bra and pulled on a pair of tan pantyhose. Then shimmied into the grey skirt which had a slit on the side exposing a good portion of my thick thighs. The thin white blouse was extremely tight and had a plunging neckline so I removed that shirt which was a size 8. I decided to try on the maroon cardigan instead, but struggled to button the top three buttons. I didn't think either top was going to work, but I rolled with it. My bras always create a bulge of fat over the back and sides of my bra. So with a skin tight cardigan, I wasn't feeling super confident walking out with his interesting selection of clothing.
When my breasts bounced and my ass jiggled by the man in the chair, he stood straight up and it looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. While in the dressing room, I had also put my hair up in a messy bun and applied some glossy bright pink lipstick. There was some light blue eye shadow in my purse I threw on along with my reading glasses to complete the secretary look for his pleasure.
"So what do you think?" I put my hands on my maternal hips waiting for his response.
"I think you're gonna turn some heads at work. That's what I think."
"Really? Aww that's sweet, but I highly doubt that would happen. Men love their women petite, not overflowing with these curves."
"No way! Not true at all. Heck, I would even promote you with your new look."
All of the sudden the top button from my cardigan popped off and hit the stranger in the forehead. I cringed as it happened before my eyes, but then another button shot off immediately after. His jaw literally dropped as now my bra encased juggs were on display.
We were both silent since I was shocked and now blushing while the man was getting rather excited. The front of his Italian silk suit pants suddenly expanded outwards, outlining his fully erect penis.
"Oh my!" I put my hand over my mouth in amazement and shock.
"Holy shit your tits are huge!" His gentlemen-like demeanor had changed. Which triggered me to pull my wide open cardigan back together and contain my well endowed chest.
He recovered that perverted remark with, "I mean...my apologies miss."
"It's ok! It's ok. Don't worry. You can't help it. I know my breasts have that effect on you men."
I bit my bottom lip in excitement. "I should be the one apologizing, for hitting you in the face twice with my busty buttons!"
We were both standing there not knowing how to leave the situation.
He chuckled. "No worries. So it looks like I picked the winning outfit, huh?"
"I actually love this outfit now that I saw how much you enjoyed it! So why don't you go pay the associate at the counter, since you won your little proposition."
I clinked my heels back to the dressing room and tried to change back into my original outfit I arrived in. I struggled to get the skirt off as the zipper in the back was stuck. Hoping the stranger hadn't left yet, I shouted from the fitting room. "Excuse me sir?! Sir! Can you come in here and help me out?!"
Within seconds he stormed in and opened the dressing room door.
"You rang Miss? Let me guess, you're ready to earn that outfit I'll be purchasing for you?" He glared at me.
"Umm no. I just needed assistance with my skirt since the store's about to close." Which was true, but now I was just teasing him.
He started to beg as a man would in any unsatisfying marriage. "Look...my wife lost way too much weight from the top and bottom. She's just skin and bones now." He pressed his hands together praying for a miracle, while stating his case why I should fuck him.
"She doesn't even have a womanly figure anymore! Please?" He looked at me with his lustful eyes. "I'm just a man with needs."
I thought about it and then tried to let him down gently. "Aww you poor guy. But I really don't think we..."
Before I could finish my sentence, he forcefully grabbed my wide childbearing hips and pinned me against the wall. He began kneading my bra encased tits through my cardigan that had bursted open. It felt like a hundred degrees in this room. I started to perspire out of fear of getting caught and the submissive pleasure. He kissed me passionately on the sides of my neck while I felt his manhood pressing against my soft belly.
"You wanna earn that new outfit?" He rhetorically asked in a deeper tone.
We looked at each other yearning for the same thing. Our tongues met as he pulled me in closer with his hands clenched to my rear. He pulled away from our sloppy kiss and lifted me up while I eagerly wrapped my nylon covered legs around his hips. His cologne filled the small space with a very manly smell. With my eyes closed and head tilted back, I ran my newly manicured nails through his gelled back hair as he licked the tops of my breasts leaving a pool of his saliva dripping down my bra. His left hand was shoved up my skirt, supporting my fat ass. My plump rear was oozing over his wedding ring and hairy knuckles, while he snuck his other fingers deep into my asscrack.
My body was overwhelmed by his aggressive hands and mouth. "Oh yeah baby! I love my new outfit!" I exclaimed.
He was grinning. "It's gonna make all the guys at your work rock hard. They'll probably jerk off to you at the office!"
"Should I pleasure all of them too?" I winked at him.
