Alexses

You can hear her before you see her, the loud clicking voices of her boots make workers and bystanders stand on end whenever she is near. The first you’d see of her, the pale blond of her hair curling in lustrous locks down behind her heart shaped face. She would then look straight into your soul, emerald green eyes with the depth of a calm forest pond. Noble, almost fey features and calm lines contours at her soft face, the tip of her lush, cushioned lips almost always raised in an impish smile colored soft red to counter her pale skin. Matching Alexses’s lips are her ruby earrings, dangling from her ears and inviting any onlooker to her graceful neck, hidden halfway with a warming sweater. The woolen, white cloth does little, if any to hinder her movement. She is dressed to impress, or so it would seem as her massive, milk-swollen breasts jiggle and sway with every motion, defying gravity and the small, decorative bra that she wears to hide the thick, protruding nipples. One can only imagine that the thick wool scrapes and teases the sensitive breasts, prompting her nips to a constant hardening, so even the thickest of brassairs cannot contain them fully. Her arms, usually crossed straight under her glorious mountains are round and soft to the eye, hiding back her powerful muscles, well trained in the art of restraining any and all that resist her efforts. After all, a gal has to eat and a hard laboring worker is the best source of protein in the world…

Right beneath hides her deceptively flat belly, easily containing up to three guests at the time, she prefers to indulge in her binges one at a time, hiding the bulge of a squirming prey while working in her office, she then loosens a bit of the tight, wide belt… Spreading her thighs wide, allowing their soft, curvy expanse to laze on her armchair back at the office and listen to her stomach gurgle. She can find herself leafing through past worker spreadsheets, indulging in past meals while her bubble-bottom rests. She loves the way people eyes follow her when she struts out of her office, holding some papers, her love handles pouring over her child-bearing hips. Her waists not so much as waspish, but giving her a bodacious, hourglass figure that would indeed entice a good worker to follow. Some of the workers imagine how does she keep such a full, plump yet fit figure, the females sometimes ask her. She would usually simply smile and say “It’s all in the diet, you have to watch whom you eat” And move on to her mocha-latte coffee.

It is rumored as well, that the tall glass of milk that each worker recives at the dawn of his first day of work, is more than just a nutrient rich, prime drink… Darker stories of missing laborers and a sudden swell of Alexses’s already impressive bust had definitely been circulating, though she is quick to stamp out any such talk when she hears it. Usually by… well, the same means the last tall glass of milk came about.