Many thanks to editor Ray Ball for the editing assistance with this story.
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Part 2: New abundance
(c) bbwlove_it, from an idea by tyjala
My work place is ruled by an asshole, my boss, who often treats his employees in horrible ways. He is always trying to seduce the women of the office, but he's never successful. I believe he especially hates me, because most women love me instead. Especially older women: they are happy to see someone who can enjoy a healthy, mature body and so they are always flirting with me. I have had many adventures, especially with Susie, who had enormous, pendulous boobs. She had noticed my glances since the day I was hired. Every time I saw her she was sporting miles of cleavage, with pounds and pounds of jiggling flesh and a joyful smile. We had many sensual and sexual encounters, and I think many people in the office knew about that, my boss included. He, unfortunately, had no luck with Susie. Susie started to wear whore-outfits when she found out about my passion for breasts, just to make me "uncomfortable". She was very sweet and playful,especially when we were alone in the office. Every time she caught me staring, she would start laughing, asking me what was wrong. I would always play dumb, contain my smile and then say something funny. It always started very innocently but with that kind of complicity that often leads to something else.
She had soft, large, cuddly maternal breasts. She loved my boyish face a lot, and she would always say how cute I was when I was sucking on her nipples. Her tits looked like delicious balloon-sized grapes, sweet as wine and tender as cream.
My boss hated me for all the attentions I was getting from Susie and the other ladies. Susie always protected me from the abuses of my boss like a child, and so did the others. Many times, when the boss was yelling at me, Susie would come over to chill him out and defend me. The boss would never contradict the Tit Queen of the office, especially in front of her big teasing cleavage. When my boss was calmed down, Susie would then come closer to me and stroke her copious watermelons on my arms, making sure my boss would see that.
Even if Susie was sexy, I would never exchange her for my wife. Rita was such a whore, not just with me but with everyone. She loved to get other men's attention and I loved that too, just to see them drool over her. Then, I could always come close to her and squeeze her butt in from of them, like "This huge booty is mine". Besides, Rita liked the game too. For instance, one of Rita's favorite outfits was her ultra-mini shorts, which were simply unable to cover her enormous butt-cheeks, so they were left dangling outside for everyone to see. She would wear those to clubs, together with a top so small that it was just a little more than a bra. Once inside the club she loved to make a show of herself. Men would gather around her to watch her large, protruding ass, shaken like an expert lap-dancer, and also her thick thighs, exposed at all times. Rita was especially proud of her meaty but muscular legs, so she always made sure men noticed how round and bulky they were. Sometimes she would even go to random couples sitting on the couches and put her foot on the man's lap. The gorgeous thickness of her thighs would inevitably make every man drool over her. Someone would always try to touch her, but at that point Rita would slap him in the face and go away smiling, while the guy's girlfriend was yelling at him.
After indulging myself in my own hot memories, I finished breakfast and got dressed for work. We had a new candidate to interview today, and I was supposed to start the first round of interviews with her. I reached the conference room with a slight delay, and I was informed that the candidate was already waiting. I opened the door, totally unprepared for what I was going to see. A large woman was sitting at the table facing the opposite way. The first thing I noticed, partially hidden by the shadows cast by the table, was the massive shape of her enormous butt. When she heard me coming in, she swiftly turned around, revealing the most outrageous cleavage I ever saw. Her breasts were so large they put Susie's tits to shame. As soon as she moved, her boobs shook and tossed like an ocean of jello, splashing against each other. I was in shock as I couldn't believe someone would be so outrageous. She stood to shake my hand, totally at ease exposing her features in front of me.
I took her hand and stuck my eyes between those tits. I couldn't help myself. The view she was offering was rich. An ample valley of flesh was nicely overfilling her top to the point that her tits were about to fall out. Her shirt had a large oval-shaped low cut in the front, showing off the natural softness of her overdeveloped breasts. It was really an indecent amount of tit-flesh. The enormity of her cleavage emphasized the fullness of her chest in a very pornographic way. I could see huge chunks of her tits protruding in lush mountains of tenderness, creating a deep, beautiful canyon.
She had a strong hand shake, which made her boobs bounce inside her shirt. They were so creamy I thought she was all full of milk. It was evident that the containers that were supposed to hold her copious heaps of flesh were insufficient, because it looked like she was going to break them apart. Bubbles of tit meat started to accumulate at the lower borders of her out-stretched shirt. I had to control myself because I really felt like licking those overflowing chunks of goodness. Her abundance was really mind blowing. Little was left to the imagination, although I could tell she was still hiding a lot inside of her dress.
When I was able to distract my attention away from the boobs, I realized an even larger shape was there, right under my eyes: this woman had the most incredible hourglass. Right below her tits, the soft yet smaller waist introduced the healthiest, juiciest, fattest hips I ever saw. They were so wide I had to move my head from left to right to see them all. I stared at them for long seconds like a complete pervert. She had a silky skirt that could barely contain her bodacious ass. Sacks of flesh were visibly bursting on the sides underneath her dress like enormous love handles.
I immediately sat down to hide my throbbing erection, which only grew more as I watched her sit down. As soon as the enormous ass touched the chair again, it squeezed itself down and expanded on the sides, emphasizing her fat hourglass figure. Not only did she completely cover the chair, but she left huge portions of her ass dangling out of it. That looked very uncomfortable and after a few minutes she grabbed a second chair. "One for each butt cheek", I figured. Her name was Keri. We chatted a bit. Every little movement on her part, like moving the hair back, hand gesturing, coughing, et cetera would result in some various degrees of jiggling motion inside her exposed cleavage. Even writing would cause small waves inside that ocean of flesh. She must have had the creamiest tits ever. Sometimes she delighted me with a loud laugh, which made her tits bounce like crazy. When she had to write something, Keri would lean forward squeezing the huge jugs against the table. A part of them would cover the table in front of her, just like squeezed balloons.
I tried to conduct the interview but I realized she was going where she wanted to. Since she probably noticed my persistent staring, she never missed an occasion to shake the contents of her cleavage to her advantage. A couple of times she even left her seat to go grab something from her bag, strategically placed far away. So I watched her walk and wobble her enormous hips. She was wearing some tall platforms, straight from the seventies. The rigidness of the base caused each step to become a stomp, making her flesh bounce abruptly. I could especially notice the copious masses of her butt cheeks quiver perpetually along with the hefty bags of fat around her hips.
I immediately desired this gorgeous, opulent woman. I couldn't help myself. Rita was hot but Keri was so much more... all around. Keri was not as fit as Rita: she was a lot of a woman, a mountain of bold curves and sheer lust. She knew how to be huge and she was doing nothing to fight it and nothing to hide it. She looked like she was enjoying her huge body and life in general.
When the interview was over I immediately recommended her in my report to my boss. I told him she had a lot of experience and that she did a really great interview, hoping he was of the same opinion for once. Luckily, other coworkers were happy with Keri, so she was hired immediately.
The next day I spent a lot of time with her. My boss was out and I was the one assigned to show her around and explain her duties. Keri was still dressed like a whore. She wore a stretchy buttoned down shirt, a mini skirt and the same tall shoes that made her flesh bounce like crazy. The buttons or her shirt were put to a severe test in the effort to contain her chest. At every breath the buttons seemed ready to explode from the pressure. The skirt was truly indecent, too. It was short and the bulbous size of her ass was making it slid upwards every time she sat down, revealing an enormous amount of thighs. I was fascinated by her legs, by those huge amassments of cellulite, full of the softest dimples. There was so much lard in there to satisfy me for the rest of my days.
