It was 6:30 am, and Allyson arrived at her job working in the parts department at the local car dealership. There was a lot to accomplish before 7:00 when the mechanics arrived and the local shops would start sending in orders for parts to be picked up, and Allyson did not want to waste any time getting the day set for success. That first hour would be the busiest, and she hoped that her new coworker, Amber, would be on time. For the short time she had worked for Morgan Auto, Amber was building a reputation for running late. The Parts Manager had already documented her, and Allyson feared Amber would lose her job. She liked Amber, and Allyson did not want to see anyone let go of any position.
It was not unusual to have a female working in the parts department. Like any other retail position, you manned a counter where you supplied the mechanics and customers with the parts they needed. You billed the proper department or received cash or credit cards for payment. You made sure your inventory was well organized. Allyson needed to be knowledgeable of auto repair to a certain extent, but the most important part was knowing the look-up system. Finding the right part for the right job was important.
All employees at Morgan Auto abided by a dress code, and Allyson took pride in how she presented herself. Allyson was a big girl, a BBW, and at 5'6" and 350 pounds, uniforms were difficult to come by, but Allyson wanted to look good and feel comfortable. She was adamant about not trying to squeeze into a size too small. She thought her uniform looked great! Her work pants may have been a little snug on her thighs, but they provided a comfortable fit around her ample backside. Her voluptuous mid-section and tummy flowed into the waistline, and there was enough room for her shirt to drape over her belly and tuck nicely into her pants; a sturdy bra underneath supported her large breasts. However, no matter how good the bra was, it was always the first item to come off at the end of the day.
It was minutes before opening, and Allyson pulled back her medium-length hair into a ponytail and checked the makeup she had lightly applied. She may work with car parts but still wanted to appear feminine. She took pride in her appearance.
Allyson wished she could say the same for her coworker Amber, who arrived five minutes after the top of the hour looking like she had chosen what uniform to wear from a pile in the corner of her bedroom.
Amber was also a big woman, two inches shorter than Allyson but just as heavy. Her pants hugged her thick calves and thighs, stretched so tight around her rear that the seam disappeared into the crack of her ass, and strained to hold back the apron of fat of her lower belly. Her shirt was wrinkled and taut.
"Oh my God," thought Allyson. "She's not wearing a bra!"
Amber's tits were huge, and they hung unsupported halfway down her midriff. Her areola and nipples were evident under the too-small shirt.
"Sorry, I'm late," Amber said as she hurriedly clocked in. Then she paused, looked at Allyson, and said, "Don't you look nice!" The compliment was genuine. Amber, for all her faults, was always positive and polite.
"I'm going to grab this part for Main Auto Repair," Allyson said. "Their parts guy will be here any minute!"
Allyson squeezed in front of Amber as she went down the counter and to the warehouse entrance. The space was tight, and Amber shook her belly against Allyson's rear end as she passed and giggled. Allyson rolled her eyes and disappeared through the doorway.
It was only seconds before the driver for Main Auto Repair entered the parts department and headed to the counter.
"Hey Amber," the driver called out.
Amber looked up from the orders that she was organizing and lit up like a lamp post. "Hey, Scott!" she replied with a big smile. "How is it going?"
Allyson returned with the part when she saw Scott standing before the counter, dead in his tracks. His eyes were laser beam focused on Amber's braless boobies. Amber just looked at him, smiling.
"I am doing well," Scott slowly stuttered, distracted by Amber's heavy hangers.
"Here is the part you need, Scott," Allyson interjected, trying to break his trance. "We have you billed for it."
"Oh yeah," Scott said as he took the part and slowly turned around to head out.
"See you when we need another part, Amber," he said as he exited.
"I hope it is sooner than later!" replied Amber.
Both girls laughed after Scott left the parts department.
"He was dumbfounded by you being braless, Amber," chuckled Allyson. "Why are you so flirty with him?"
Amber replied, "He hasn't admitted to himself that he likes big girls. He's so easily flustered. When he comes to terms with it, I will rock his world and give him some of this!"
Allyson rolled her eyes and went about her duties.
The space behind the counter was tight, and it was normally difficult for two regular-sized people to navigate past each other comfortably. Allyson was puzzled why Mr. Morgan would hire two fat girls to work in parts. There were rumors that Mr. Morgan had a thing for big women, and he enjoyed the two heavy plumpers he hired to work that station.
Amber continued her playfulness as she passed Allyson as they worked. She would squeeze in front of Allyson and wiggle her butt against her or be face to face and make sure her breasts rubbed against Allyson's. A few times, she even ran a hand across the peaks of Allyson's titties and hand-rubbed her ass.
Allyson tolerated the physical contact and deep down found it titillating.
The day was wrapping up when Amber came to Allyson and said, "Hey, I was late because my car was in the shop. Could you give me a ride home?"
"Where did you take your car?" asked Allyson.
"Main Auto Repair?" Amber replied with a silly grin.
Once again, Allyson rolled her eyes, thinking of Amber flirting with the Main mechanics to get her car fixed.
After agreeing to give Amber a ride, Allyson pulled into the parking lot of Amber's apartment building. Before Amber got out, she turned to Allyson and asked, "Do you have anything going on? You can come in! I can order pizza, and I have wine!"
Allyson was hungry, and she had nothing going on at home. She was surprised at herself when she said, "Sure".
As the two girls walked through the door, Amber started undoing her belt and unzipping her bottoms.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she pulled off her pants with her panties included. "I have wanted to get out of these work pants all day! I'll be right back."
Amber picked up her clothing and headed straight for her bedroom. Her large exposed dimpled ass sashayed as she walked. Her large, thick thighs rubbed together as she waddled away.
Allyson was dumbfounded at the sight of Amber's backside. However, the first thing she always did when she arrived home was to take off her bra. So, she adeptly took her arms from her sleeves to the inside of her shirt, unhooked her bra, and brought it out as her arms returned to the outside. It felt good to let them hang free, and she mindlessly ran her hands over them. Her nipples hardened. She lightly pinched her covered nipples.
She thought of all the playing around Amber did during the day, the touching, and she felt herself get slightly aroused. But the littlest of things sometimes got Allyson going, and she felt her vagina get warm and moist.
Amber returned in loose-fitting shorts that only went to the top of her thighs. She had changed from her work shirt to a solid top made of t-shirt material that even more accentuated her braless hangers and her nipples. Allyson could tell that her areolas were three inches in diameter and her nipples looked even harder than they did at work. Amber went to a cabinet, retrieved a bottle of red wine, and twisted off the cap. She took two wine glasses from the counter and poured a half glass for each.
"I took care of ordering the pizza. I hope you like meat lovers!" said Amber. "Here's to another fun day," she toasted as she handed a glass to Allyson. "Thanks for the ride and coming over."
They both took generous drinks, and Amber quickly refilled the glasses to their original level.
Amber sat down on a sofa, her tree-trunk-sized legs spread, her belly drooping between them. Allyson sat in a generously sized recliner facing Amber. Both took a minute to savor the cheap wine and let the workday stress dissipate.
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"So," said Allyson, breaking the silence. "Scott was flustered today. Do you really think he's into big girls?"
"I am betting on it," replied Amber. "Now, Dave the mechanic, I know for sure!"
"What?" exclaimed Allyson
"He's my Boy Toy," Amber giggled. "Or am I his Booty Call?"
"Either way," she continued, "He marvels at my nakedness. He loves how my big breasts hang down and sag to each side of my belly. He bites them and sucks my nipples till they hurt. He will rub his hard cock all over my belly and into the fat folds. He worships my pussy and will eat it, burying his face deep in my chubby slit, until I squirt, and he will take every drop. His body is stocky and strong, and when he fucks me, he gives it to me hard. He thinks my big ass is divine, and I allow him to fuck me there too. His cock is beautiful, and when he cums, whether it is deep inside my fat cunt, up my ass, or all over me, it is always a big load."
Amber sighed and emptied her wine glass. Her chubby cheeks were flushed from her rant and the wine. She shook her shoulders and laughed.
"So," she asked Allyson, "Do you have a guy that does it for you?"
"I have only been with one guy," Allyson replied. "We had an emotional connection, but having sex with him was never something I pursued. But one night we were in a situation where we had to share a bed and he cuddled up next to me, and I felt him get hard when he was pressed against my butt. He thought I was asleep, but I knew everything he was doing."
Amber stared at Allyson, taking in her encounter.