“Shoes normally don’t count,” said Juanita.

“And socks are one item,” commented Natalie.

“What do you think Debbie?” Asked JoAnna.

The unexpected question caught their heavy-set fellow office mate off guard. “What do I think about what?” she answered, trying to recall if she even heard what they had been talking about as she walked past their table.

She was walking across the breakroom when she passed the table where the Three Amigos sat—or was it supposed to be the Amigas? After the trio started sitting together and eating lunch about a year ago, she had been mentally thinking of them as The Three Amigos. She still thought the old Martin Short movie was funny.

Nobody was sure how the group came together, not even themselves. The three ladies were completely different in appearance and background. Somehow, they clicked and have been best friends ever since. They even hang out with each other on the weekends.

Juanita was the only Hispanic in the group. Her ancestors were some of the original settlers of Texas who had claimed citizenship before the Battle for the Alamo. She was built and looked a lot like the actress Michelle Rodriguez. Juanita even claimed to be a distant cousin. Since both their families came from San Antonio, that rumor would be hard to disprove without an in-depth genealogy study. Debbie thought that Juanita had wider hips and a more rounded butt than Michelle.

“We were discussing what we would be wearing on the first.” JoAnna attempted to clarify her earlier comment. Debbie did not see the confused look on the other two ladies’ faces as she displayed the same look.

“What is happening on the first? I didn’t know that we were supposed to dress differently.”

“Well, since it is day ONE of the month, you can only wear ONE article of clothing,” JoAnna slyly said, emphasizing the words one. “We were trying to determine what was considered an article of clothing.” None of the other ladies could believe the words coming from their coworker’s mouth.

“Uhm ... I wouldn’t have any idea,” said the flustered Debbie.

“That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thanks anyway,” JoAnna said casually dismissing the bewildered Debbie.

Debbie continued across the room to a table that was conspicuously always left empty. It was the only table where she sat to eat lunch these days. She normally sat here so she would not disturb other people’s lunch if she needed to work. She was constantly on the phone, and her laptop was never far away. More often than not during her lunch breaks, she would be on her mobile phone doing something work-related.

Because of the nature of her job, she hardly dealt with people around the office. Debbie worked in the sales department. Her title was Sales Assistant for the two Sales Representatives, but she basically ran the department. Her bosses were only in the office once or twice a week for less than half a day at a time. Everyone truly believed that if something happened to Debbie, the office would be in chaos for weeks if not months.

“What the hell was all that about, Jo?” Whispered Juanita. “We were talking about strip poker rules, not what we are wearing next week.”

“It just hit me when she walked in the door. Next Tuesday is April 1st, April Fools’ Day, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we could get Debbie to show up with a single article of clothing? Imagine those huge titties without that industrial-size bra that she wears.” That brought out giggles around the table. Debbie did have a massive set of tits. They were definitely the largest in the building. She was short and plump at 5’4” and weighing 205 pounds, most of that weight was in her huge tits and ass. She wore a 42-inch G bra and had a 44-inch ass. In comparison, her 36-inch waist seemed narrow.

“Yeah, but she is such a nice person I wouldn’t want to see her hurt,” said Natalie.

“She doesn’t know it but with the power she has in this office she could be a real bitch,” said Juanita. “Are you sure that you want to piss her off?”

“Yes, I like her too, but she is also a little naive and too trusting, that is why I think we could pull it off,” said JoAnna.

“I am in!” Juanita said smiling. She had more than one lesbian encounter and thinking about seeing Debbie’s huge tits bouncing around was getting her excited. “It sounds like a pretty cool and harmless April Fool’s prank.”

JoAnna took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “You two will need to keep an eye on me. If we can get her to show up to work in a single piece of clothing, I might want to push it further.”

“What are you getting at?” Questioned Juanita.

“When I was a cheerleader in high school one of the girls on another team was a real bitch. Nobody on our team could stand to be around her. One day she was doing cartwheels when her shirt flipped up, exposing her bra-covered titties. She was embarrassed but was able to laugh about it.

“I wanted to go over and pull her top back up and rip that bra off. Maybe then she would be embarrassed enough to run away. Ever since that day, I have fantasized about stripping another girl in public. So if Debbie were wearing only one thing it would be so tempting for me not to just rip it off of her.”

Her friends looked at her, wondering if she felt that way about them and if she ever thought about ripping their clothes off. Natalie was dismayed but for Juanita, the quick image of being stripped by her amazonian friend sent a thrill of excitement straight to her pussy.

JoAnna could best be described as a Nubian warrior. She stood almost 6 feet tall, with large C-cup breasts that protruded nicely from her hard, athletic torso. Her heart shape, bubble butt set atop long muscular legs.

She spent five days a week in the gym developing and maintaining her powerful body. She wore tight or revealing clothing to highlight her toned muscles. Her big brown eyes and full lips emphasized her round face, making her an Ebony dream of many of her admirers.

“Okay, guess I am in also,” Natalie reluctantly said. “I doubt I could physically prevent you from going too far but I would try.” Natalie was a tiny thing, barely 5’ short and maybe 100 pounds if she was fully dressed in wet clothes. Her tiny A-cup breasts sat perky above her slim waist. Her ass nicely filled out the tight pants she normally wore. Her heritage was that of a true American, a complete melting pot, of Vietnamese, Black, American Indian, British, and Italian. And that is just going back as far as her grandparents, there is no telling what else is mixed in. If pressured, she would say she was Italian, only because of her father’s last name. “So what’s the plan?”

The trio quietly talked about how to achieve their April Fools prank.

Dibble looked over occasionally thinking about what JoAnna had said. One article of clothing, did she even have a single outfit? That would mean she could not wear a bra. Could she go without a bra? She routinely slept in a special night shirt that kept her enormous breasts from flopping around. Thankfully a phone call disrupted her line of thinking.

After dealing with the phone call, Debbie looked over at their table again before finishing her lunch. She returned to her desk to work, wishing her job wasn’t so demanding. Maybe she could have joined the group and found out more.

The next day Debbie bypassed her normal seating and sat at a table a little closer to the trio, hoping she could overhear their conversation. “So it’s decided a pair of socks are one item. Shoes must have an open toe,” said JoAnna when she noticed the plump snooper paying extra attention to their talk.

After a brief pause, Juanita realized that her tablemate had changed the topic of their conversation to the April Fools prank. “Yep, that’s what we all agreed to yesterday, I just need to decide what else to wear.”

“I have a one-piece spandex bodysuit that I am thinking about wearing,” said JoAnna.

“That white one with the long sleeves you wore to that party a few weeks ago?” JoAnna nodded her head. “You looked incredible wearing that at the club,” said her friends.

“But that skirt you wore with it would be counted as an extra article,” joined in Natalie.

Debbie listened as they talked about different outfits. It seemed as if JoAnna was the only one who had decided what to wear. When they changed subjects again, Debbie got up and went back to work.

JoAnna put her finger in her mouth and pulled on her cheek. “The hook is set, now we just need to reel her in.” Everyone giggled and their heads nodded.

Friday afternoon Debbie was eavesdropping on another of the trio’s chats. JoAnna said she would probably wear her bodysuit with 4” high heels.

Juanita had decided on a Red, White, and Green Mexican fiesta dress with a pair of 3” wedge sandals. She was upset that she could not wear the wide belt that went with the dress.

Natalie said she would just wear one of her many sundresses with plain sandals. She thought really hard about wearing her onesie PJs but decided against it.

Over the weekend Debbie searched her wardrobe trying to find a single article of clothing that would be appropriate to wear at work. Most of the dresses she owned were very lightweight and would not contain her untethered breasts.

In the back of her closet, she found something that should work. She pulled out a sleeveless button-down, sweater dress. She purchased and wore it for a Christmas party a few years ago. But when she wore it last time, her outfit included a turtleneck shirt and heavy leggings. She was also able to wear underwear.

She had gained a little weight and her breasts had gained at least a cup size since the last time she wore it. Debbie tried all kinds of diets in her teens and early twenties. Nothing seemed to work. She eventually looked around at the other women in her family and noticed they were all larger and well-endowed.

In due course, she started a low cardio exercise routine working on selected muscle groups. She did only enough to keep her muscles toned and her body relatively flexible, she would never become a gym rat. No more extreme diets, her meals became more balanced, high in fruits and vegetables. She does splurge on an occasional burger or pizza but not very often.

Standing naked in the privacy of her room, she looked over her nude form. Her pale white skin was not cursed with an overabundance of freckles, which happens with most redheads. Although she was a big girl, she did not have rolls of fat or cellulite dimples, her skin was smooth and taut. Because she always wore well-fitting bras that provided adequate support for her huge breasts, they only sagged a little. Her rose pink thumb-sized nipples were slightly off-center of her 3-inch light pink areolas that were almost perfect matching circles.

Because she could she lifted her huge right tit and sucked on the protruding nipple. Letting out a soft moan, she duplicated the motion with the other. ‘I had better stop doing that or I will never try on this dress.’ She thought. Before she aroused herself too greatly, she continued trying on the dress. Debbie was not a virgin by any means and she had not been celibate for a while. It was not hard for her to find a guy that wanted to play with her large titties. The problem was it would not take long for them to become jealous of other men looking at her enormous tits. And she would eventually break up with them.

After looking the dress over, she was once again unsure about this idea, she would be reluctant to wear it without underwear. Halfheartedly she squeezed her voluptuous melons into the tight dress. It took her several tries to get the dress completely buttoned up. The tight material pushed her breasts up and together, making her already colossal bustline appear larger. The top several buttons were straining as the dress stretched across her voluptuous bosom. Pale flesh could be seen between the buttons as the dress was gapped open.

She unbuttoned the top three buttons, allowing the top to open and her breast to settle somewhat. This removed the gaps but revealed plenty of her creamy white cleavage.

The dress was shorter than she remembered. It only reached halfway down her thick thighs as it hugged tightly around her ass. The 3-inch black strappy heels that she had on tightened the muscles in her legs from her feet all the way to her round ass. Forcing her to stand straighter, arching her lower back, and pushing her chest out more.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, the dress encased her body emphasizing her hourglass figure. Her uncovered arms and legs along with the deep cleavage revealed an ample amount of flesh. All that pale skin contrasted with the dark emerald green dress. At the same time, it contrasted and enhanced her red hair. Debbie inherited her pale skin and red hair from her Great-something-Grandfather who immigrated from Ireland after World War II.

“Damn, but I do look sexy!” She exclaimed out loud. She removed the dress hanging it back in the closet. She pulled her plastic toy from her nightstand beside her bed. Over the next hour, she worked off her sexual frustration.

Monday, the last day of March, the trio met. “We had her hooked Friday, we need to reel her in today,” declared JoAnna. “During lunch, we need to push her, and see if we can make her commit.”