~BBW, Imagery, Eating, ~SWG - two women stranded due to snow have a very good time
Part One
As the 07.24 express train arrived into platform one of Doncaster station the two attractive, thirty something business women stood holding their Starbucks coffee cups. It was a cold winter morning and both could see their own breath as it vaporized with the freezing cold January air. A small coating of snow had fallen the night before and the temperature still hadn’t climbed beyond freezing.
“Oooo its cold,” moaned the blonde, her glittering white porcelain veneered teeth chattering slightly.
“Tell me about it,” confirmed her auburn haired companion. “Trust us to get picked for this conference.”
“Hmph,” snorted the blonde as she took a sip of her latte. “You volunteered us. I never go to these boring things.”
“I thought it seemed a good idea at the time.”
“Yeah really good, thanks Kath. I should be in my nice warm house now just finishing my make-up and about to set off. Not standing in the cold on this horrible station. You know we had in floor heating installed last month and it’s lovely on these cold mornings…”
“It’s a hard life you lead Tracey,” returned Kath above the noise of the diesel train arriving up at the platform. “I just don’t know how you manage.”
“I was up at five fixing myself up,” pouted Tracey, missing totally the intentional irony of her associate’s comment.
“And you look very nice too.”
The blonde’s heavily made-up face switched into a beaming smile at the compliment - she caught a satisfied glance at the reflection of herself in the passing train carriage windows.
“Thanks.”
Kath chuckled to herself at that. The sure fire way to make her boss happy was to say she looked beautiful. It was of course a statement of truth too. Tracey’s flawless face was indeed perfectly made up, and even in mid-winter she was sporting a bronzed fake tan. Within the office Tracey was nicknamed “tantastic” thanks to her ever present San Tropez tan. Her long, perfectly straight blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders in a spectacular display of expensive hair extensions. Her finger nails were perfectly manicured and long, acrylic and pink.
Without a doubt pink was her favorite color.
Overall, Kath reflected, her boss was made-up perfectly as ‘Business Barbie.’
No doubt a good percentage of the salary Tracey took as Group Human Resources Manager went into making herself look beautiful.
In the freezing winter Tracey had wrapped her figure in a long overcoat that made her look formless. But Kath knew the treasures that lay beneath the heavy coat. Only her shinny black knee length boots were visible, their pointed stiletto heels click clacking on the platform.
Both women were relieved as the stepped into the warm First Class carriage and walked down the aisle looking for their seats. As the early morning train to London even first class was full but they had reservations. Eventually the two HR Managers found seats 43a and 44b.
Then there was an almost collective gasp around the carriage as the blonde took off her overcoat.
Business Barbie had a quite amazing figure. Around the carriage middle aged executive travelers gawked at the sugar and cream curves that were most definitely on show. As she reached up to place her coat in the overhead compartment they gazed longingly at a plump bubble butt that was testing the limits of her fitted Burberry pencil skirt. The skirt ended just above the knee and so could, just, be considered formal business dress. A critical man, or maybe a lover of stick insects, may have complained that those buns were maybe a little too plump but for the men on the 07.24 train they hit the spot. None could tear their eyes away from those curvy, Burberry coated butt cheeks.
The buttons of her tailored jacket appeared taut and showed off a soft belly and the buttons had to be undone when they got to her enormous breasts. That in turn showed off a fitted pink blouse that was itself struggling to hold in her in. Reaching up the overhead compartment the blonde dolly bird felt her jacket and blouse riding up a glimpse of fake tanned belly beginning to peek out. Instinctively she tugged down and glanced round the carriage.
“Nobody’s looking at my belly,” she decided. “It’s my butt and boobs again!”
Satisfied at the response, Tracey flashed Kath a glittering white smile.
“Do you like my outfit?” she queried. “Its Burberry”
“Very nice and by the looks we’re getting I’m not the only one who likes it,” returned Kath whilst placing her own coat in the overhead compartment.
Business Barbie was positively beaming as she pooched her rump out and settled down into the plush first class seat. She crossed` her bronzed, waxed legs and within minutes had flicked her make-up compact out. It had been a quick departure that morning for Tracey and she needed to be sure everything had held in place. She frowned and squinted at her reflection – it was blurred.
“Ooo, my eyes really are going…”
Defeated Tracey reached into her matching hand-bag and pulled out her designer Gucci glasses. Satisfied that she could now see clearly the blonde then switched her attentions back to her reflection. A little extra pink lip gloss was applied, then a little extra blusher and Tracey was happy. Quickly she returned the compact and her glasses back to her bag.
“I just have to look my best,” she explained to Kath. “You just never know who’s going to be at this conference thingy. Last one I went to I met Richard Branson and he was so nice. He bought me a drink you know.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Kath.
“And I can believe that,” she thought, knowing Tracey’s taste for alcohol. “She may have even invited it.”
The two women settled down as the train rumbled South through the snow covered countryside. Kath glanced out of the window as they rocketed through the small towns of Bawtry, Retford and Newark whilst Tracey absently flicked through the glossy pages of OK, Hello and Closer magazines. She critically evaluated Alex Curran’s latest outfit, frowned at Danielle Lloyd’s latest trashy exploits and gushed at pictures of the Beckham’s kids.
This being First Class there was an “at seat” service for drinks and refreshments and before long the camp, and obviously gay steward appeared. Kath smirked as she noticed the guy almost had as much fake tan as Tracey.
“Hello ladies,” said the guy in a squeaky, almost feminine voice. “Can I sort you out a hot drink and maybe a little snack?”
“I’ll just have a black coffee please.” returned Kath.
Tracey had looked up from her magazine and started to puzzle over her options. Formally the thirty-six year old hottie was on a diet – over the past few years her weight had steadily climbed and in moments of honesty she knew she was now plump. But at the moment she was hungry – she’d left the house without breakfast. Her softened tummy rumbled.
“Um…I think I’ll have a hot chocolate…”
“With marshmallows and cream?” rushed the excitable steward. “They’re such a great pick me up in the morning.”
The diet was slowly being pushed out of Business Barbie’s mind.
“Yeah both and…”
“Are you going to get yourself a breakfast?” asked Kath.
“…um…I dunno…”
“I can recommend the smoked salmon with scrambled eggs.”
Business Barbie was still cold from standing in the station and she knew it was best to eat breakfast.
“Otherwise I’ll be snacking through the day,” she reasoned to herself. “And smoked salmon and eggs go so well together.”
“Yeah, I’ll have that,” she said out loud. “And a piece of fruit cake too.”
“Coming right up.”
The steward disappeared back into the carriage and Kath smiled at her boss. Without doubt Tracey was a lady beholden to her whims and appetites. The terms self absorbed and self indulgent didn’t quite do her justice.
“Treating yourself?” queried Kath.
Tracey smiled guiltily and tugged on her tight skirt.
“Its on expenses so I suppose I should…”
The conference itself lasted through the day and was broken up only by a buffet lunch. Tracey and Kath were just two in a packed conference hall of HR professionals. The presentations focused on the new Age Discrimination laws and there was an almost collective state of apathy around the room. Kath watched with interest as Tracey sat through the event, looking cute and sexy with her glasses as she tried to maintain attention to the speakers. When she sat her softening belly rolled and pushed the buttons of her pink blouse to the popping point – almost sending them on a trip across the conference hall.
Tracey really had filled out nicely and Kath enjoyed watching her tug down on her blouse as she repeatedly tried to hide her tummy roll.
“You’ve got too much to hide now,” thought Kath as the plumping hottie tugged down again. Looking close could also see Tracey had developed cute love handles, full calves and was constantly re-crossing her legs and tugging on her skirt in an attempt to get comfortable.
All that, of course, ignored Tracey’s famous money makers; her tits and ass.
Both were spectacular. At the buffet break Kath, and the entire contingent of male delegates, couldn’t help noticing just how huge and improbably firm Tracey’s hooters were. Several years back Tracey had gone on “holiday” to Greece and returned sporting the effects of a boob job. As she’d put on weight they had swelled out even more and now she had two eye popping, improbably firm, almost zeppelin like projectiles for breasts.
During lunch Tracey compensated for her noredom by having two platefuls of salad and entrees plus one of desserts.
"At least its a decent array of choices," she thought. Then she noticed Kath watching her.
“Stop looking at my boobs,” Tracey had whispered to Kath as they returned to their seats after a morning break. She had falsey assumed that Kath's observation of her consumption were directed at her body.
“I’m not!” Kath protested, trying to tear her eyes away from the monster hooters.
“Yeah, you are,” Tracey had giggled. “Everybody looks at my boobs.”
Kath rolled her eyes.“Yeah, that’s because everyone’s thinking there’s more silicone in your left breast than on most porn sets.”
Tracey had laughed at that. It was an insult but then it wasn’t. She loved showing off what she had and enjoyed the attention. That’s why she’d had implants in the first place.
“Screw you Kath,” she’d laughed. The size of her breasts for the time was obscuring from her consciousness the true dimensions of her thickening waist and hips.
That then led into a long afternoon of lectures. Watching Tracey head out for a bathroom break her many admirers managed to tear their eyes away from her silicone valley and onto her bulbous rear. As blondie had filled out over the years Kath noted a lot of that extra weight had settled on her bum. Where Tracey had once sported a tight little butt, her haunches had spread out into truly mouth watering mounds of jello. Even wearing a second skin designer skirt there was just that little hint of wobble and jiggle in her wiggle. Without doubt Tracey Harrison was sporting some “junk in her trunk.”
“This is soooo boring,” whispered Tracey as she returned from the ladies room. “You’re getting a one in your review for making me come to this.”
“It was a good buffet,” countered Kath.
Over the rim of her glasses, big brown eyes bore into her, reflecting a level of bored irritation at her junior manager.
“It hardly makes up for it,” Tracey responded. “I mean who bothers with this age discrimination thing? We want good looking people who fit in to our culture not past it losers…”
“Oh Tracey,” laughed Kath. “Such a bad attitude from such a respected professional. I’m shocked.”
“Trust me Kath all this discrimination rubbish is about ticking boxes, Sir Fred just hires who he likes the look of,” she confided, leaning in so that none of the other delegates heard their conversation. “He took Jamie Rogers on because he looked sound.”
Kath felt a sexual rush as a saline-packed breast squished against her lean arm. She smiled mischievously.
“Is that how you made level one manager?”
Her cheek’s flushed at the insult – Tracey was actually proud of her career.
But then again her vanity took over and she knew it wasn’t really an insult. It somehow flattered Tracey to think everyone thought she’d made a successful career for herself just on her drop dead gorgeous looks. True, being blonde and beautiful had helped but the high school educated Tracey had spent hours of home study working on HR and management qualifications but it was a fun rumor. She was actually fully qualified for her job.
“Maybe,” she smirked, turning away to focus back on the presentation.
Kath studied her boss as she listened to the presentation. In her experience working in the HR department Tracey was a force not to be underestimated. For sure, she was definitely vain, not the sharpest knife in the draw and worked about two hours less in the day than any other manager. But in the two months Kath had worked for the Business Barbie she’d formed some respect.
Tracey was a natural caregiver and great on any sensitive HR issue, she was an ace at office politics and definitely had the ear of the company owner Sir Fred Richards. With the current HR Director about to retire Kath was certain Tracey would slip into that role. If that happened it was her plan to take Tracey’s current job.
Part One
As the 07.24 express train arrived into platform one of Doncaster station the two attractive, thirty something business women stood holding their Starbucks coffee cups. It was a cold winter morning and both could see their own breath as it vaporized with the freezing cold January air. A small coating of snow had fallen the night before and the temperature still hadn’t climbed beyond freezing.
“Oooo its cold,” moaned the blonde, her glittering white porcelain veneered teeth chattering slightly.
“Tell me about it,” confirmed her auburn haired companion. “Trust us to get picked for this conference.”
“Hmph,” snorted the blonde as she took a sip of her latte. “You volunteered us. I never go to these boring things.”
“I thought it seemed a good idea at the time.”
“Yeah really good, thanks Kath. I should be in my nice warm house now just finishing my make-up and about to set off. Not standing in the cold on this horrible station. You know we had in floor heating installed last month and it’s lovely on these cold mornings…”
“It’s a hard life you lead Tracey,” returned Kath above the noise of the diesel train arriving up at the platform. “I just don’t know how you manage.”
“I was up at five fixing myself up,” pouted Tracey, missing totally the intentional irony of her associate’s comment.
“And you look very nice too.”
The blonde’s heavily made-up face switched into a beaming smile at the compliment - she caught a satisfied glance at the reflection of herself in the passing train carriage windows.
“Thanks.”
Kath chuckled to herself at that. The sure fire way to make her boss happy was to say she looked beautiful. It was of course a statement of truth too. Tracey’s flawless face was indeed perfectly made up, and even in mid-winter she was sporting a bronzed fake tan. Within the office Tracey was nicknamed “tantastic” thanks to her ever present San Tropez tan. Her long, perfectly straight blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders in a spectacular display of expensive hair extensions. Her finger nails were perfectly manicured and long, acrylic and pink.
Without a doubt pink was her favorite color.
Overall, Kath reflected, her boss was made-up perfectly as ‘Business Barbie.’
No doubt a good percentage of the salary Tracey took as Group Human Resources Manager went into making herself look beautiful.
In the freezing winter Tracey had wrapped her figure in a long overcoat that made her look formless. But Kath knew the treasures that lay beneath the heavy coat. Only her shinny black knee length boots were visible, their pointed stiletto heels click clacking on the platform.
Both women were relieved as the stepped into the warm First Class carriage and walked down the aisle looking for their seats. As the early morning train to London even first class was full but they had reservations. Eventually the two HR Managers found seats 43a and 44b.
Then there was an almost collective gasp around the carriage as the blonde took off her overcoat.
Business Barbie had a quite amazing figure. Around the carriage middle aged executive travelers gawked at the sugar and cream curves that were most definitely on show. As she reached up to place her coat in the overhead compartment they gazed longingly at a plump bubble butt that was testing the limits of her fitted Burberry pencil skirt. The skirt ended just above the knee and so could, just, be considered formal business dress. A critical man, or maybe a lover of stick insects, may have complained that those buns were maybe a little too plump but for the men on the 07.24 train they hit the spot. None could tear their eyes away from those curvy, Burberry coated butt cheeks.
The buttons of her tailored jacket appeared taut and showed off a soft belly and the buttons had to be undone when they got to her enormous breasts. That in turn showed off a fitted pink blouse that was itself struggling to hold in her in. Reaching up the overhead compartment the blonde dolly bird felt her jacket and blouse riding up a glimpse of fake tanned belly beginning to peek out. Instinctively she tugged down and glanced round the carriage.
“Nobody’s looking at my belly,” she decided. “It’s my butt and boobs again!”
Satisfied at the response, Tracey flashed Kath a glittering white smile.
“Do you like my outfit?” she queried. “Its Burberry”
“Very nice and by the looks we’re getting I’m not the only one who likes it,” returned Kath whilst placing her own coat in the overhead compartment.
Business Barbie was positively beaming as she pooched her rump out and settled down into the plush first class seat. She crossed` her bronzed, waxed legs and within minutes had flicked her make-up compact out. It had been a quick departure that morning for Tracey and she needed to be sure everything had held in place. She frowned and squinted at her reflection – it was blurred.
“Ooo, my eyes really are going…”
Defeated Tracey reached into her matching hand-bag and pulled out her designer Gucci glasses. Satisfied that she could now see clearly the blonde then switched her attentions back to her reflection. A little extra pink lip gloss was applied, then a little extra blusher and Tracey was happy. Quickly she returned the compact and her glasses back to her bag.
“I just have to look my best,” she explained to Kath. “You just never know who’s going to be at this conference thingy. Last one I went to I met Richard Branson and he was so nice. He bought me a drink you know.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Kath.
“And I can believe that,” she thought, knowing Tracey’s taste for alcohol. “She may have even invited it.”
The two women settled down as the train rumbled South through the snow covered countryside. Kath glanced out of the window as they rocketed through the small towns of Bawtry, Retford and Newark whilst Tracey absently flicked through the glossy pages of OK, Hello and Closer magazines. She critically evaluated Alex Curran’s latest outfit, frowned at Danielle Lloyd’s latest trashy exploits and gushed at pictures of the Beckham’s kids.
This being First Class there was an “at seat” service for drinks and refreshments and before long the camp, and obviously gay steward appeared. Kath smirked as she noticed the guy almost had as much fake tan as Tracey.
“Hello ladies,” said the guy in a squeaky, almost feminine voice. “Can I sort you out a hot drink and maybe a little snack?”
“I’ll just have a black coffee please.” returned Kath.
Tracey had looked up from her magazine and started to puzzle over her options. Formally the thirty-six year old hottie was on a diet – over the past few years her weight had steadily climbed and in moments of honesty she knew she was now plump. But at the moment she was hungry – she’d left the house without breakfast. Her softened tummy rumbled.
“Um…I think I’ll have a hot chocolate…”
“With marshmallows and cream?” rushed the excitable steward. “They’re such a great pick me up in the morning.”
The diet was slowly being pushed out of Business Barbie’s mind.
“Yeah both and…”
“Are you going to get yourself a breakfast?” asked Kath.
“…um…I dunno…”
“I can recommend the smoked salmon with scrambled eggs.”
Business Barbie was still cold from standing in the station and she knew it was best to eat breakfast.
“Otherwise I’ll be snacking through the day,” she reasoned to herself. “And smoked salmon and eggs go so well together.”
“Yeah, I’ll have that,” she said out loud. “And a piece of fruit cake too.”
“Coming right up.”
The steward disappeared back into the carriage and Kath smiled at her boss. Without doubt Tracey was a lady beholden to her whims and appetites. The terms self absorbed and self indulgent didn’t quite do her justice.
“Treating yourself?” queried Kath.
Tracey smiled guiltily and tugged on her tight skirt.
“Its on expenses so I suppose I should…”
The conference itself lasted through the day and was broken up only by a buffet lunch. Tracey and Kath were just two in a packed conference hall of HR professionals. The presentations focused on the new Age Discrimination laws and there was an almost collective state of apathy around the room. Kath watched with interest as Tracey sat through the event, looking cute and sexy with her glasses as she tried to maintain attention to the speakers. When she sat her softening belly rolled and pushed the buttons of her pink blouse to the popping point – almost sending them on a trip across the conference hall.
Tracey really had filled out nicely and Kath enjoyed watching her tug down on her blouse as she repeatedly tried to hide her tummy roll.
“You’ve got too much to hide now,” thought Kath as the plumping hottie tugged down again. Looking close could also see Tracey had developed cute love handles, full calves and was constantly re-crossing her legs and tugging on her skirt in an attempt to get comfortable.
All that, of course, ignored Tracey’s famous money makers; her tits and ass.
Both were spectacular. At the buffet break Kath, and the entire contingent of male delegates, couldn’t help noticing just how huge and improbably firm Tracey’s hooters were. Several years back Tracey had gone on “holiday” to Greece and returned sporting the effects of a boob job. As she’d put on weight they had swelled out even more and now she had two eye popping, improbably firm, almost zeppelin like projectiles for breasts.
During lunch Tracey compensated for her noredom by having two platefuls of salad and entrees plus one of desserts.
"At least its a decent array of choices," she thought. Then she noticed Kath watching her.
“Stop looking at my boobs,” Tracey had whispered to Kath as they returned to their seats after a morning break. She had falsey assumed that Kath's observation of her consumption were directed at her body.
“I’m not!” Kath protested, trying to tear her eyes away from the monster hooters.
“Yeah, you are,” Tracey had giggled. “Everybody looks at my boobs.”
Kath rolled her eyes.“Yeah, that’s because everyone’s thinking there’s more silicone in your left breast than on most porn sets.”
Tracey had laughed at that. It was an insult but then it wasn’t. She loved showing off what she had and enjoyed the attention. That’s why she’d had implants in the first place.
“Screw you Kath,” she’d laughed. The size of her breasts for the time was obscuring from her consciousness the true dimensions of her thickening waist and hips.
That then led into a long afternoon of lectures. Watching Tracey head out for a bathroom break her many admirers managed to tear their eyes away from her silicone valley and onto her bulbous rear. As blondie had filled out over the years Kath noted a lot of that extra weight had settled on her bum. Where Tracey had once sported a tight little butt, her haunches had spread out into truly mouth watering mounds of jello. Even wearing a second skin designer skirt there was just that little hint of wobble and jiggle in her wiggle. Without doubt Tracey Harrison was sporting some “junk in her trunk.”
“This is soooo boring,” whispered Tracey as she returned from the ladies room. “You’re getting a one in your review for making me come to this.”
“It was a good buffet,” countered Kath.
Over the rim of her glasses, big brown eyes bore into her, reflecting a level of bored irritation at her junior manager.
“It hardly makes up for it,” Tracey responded. “I mean who bothers with this age discrimination thing? We want good looking people who fit in to our culture not past it losers…”
“Oh Tracey,” laughed Kath. “Such a bad attitude from such a respected professional. I’m shocked.”
“Trust me Kath all this discrimination rubbish is about ticking boxes, Sir Fred just hires who he likes the look of,” she confided, leaning in so that none of the other delegates heard their conversation. “He took Jamie Rogers on because he looked sound.”
Kath felt a sexual rush as a saline-packed breast squished against her lean arm. She smiled mischievously.
“Is that how you made level one manager?”
Her cheek’s flushed at the insult – Tracey was actually proud of her career.
But then again her vanity took over and she knew it wasn’t really an insult. It somehow flattered Tracey to think everyone thought she’d made a successful career for herself just on her drop dead gorgeous looks. True, being blonde and beautiful had helped but the high school educated Tracey had spent hours of home study working on HR and management qualifications but it was a fun rumor. She was actually fully qualified for her job.
“Maybe,” she smirked, turning away to focus back on the presentation.
Kath studied her boss as she listened to the presentation. In her experience working in the HR department Tracey was a force not to be underestimated. For sure, she was definitely vain, not the sharpest knife in the draw and worked about two hours less in the day than any other manager. But in the two months Kath had worked for the Business Barbie she’d formed some respect.
Tracey was a natural caregiver and great on any sensitive HR issue, she was an ace at office politics and definitely had the ear of the company owner Sir Fred Richards. With the current HR Director about to retire Kath was certain Tracey would slip into that role. If that happened it was her plan to take Tracey’s current job.
