This is a collaboration I did with an artist called woot on The Melon Stand oekaki board awhile back. This is actually part 2 of the series; part 1 was done completely by woot and can be found here:

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Now that you've read that, here's part two. Woot wrote it and I drew it.
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Sinnful Thoughts---

To the average observer, Lauren's sleepy, cow-like eyes betrayed not the smallest hint of her true intelligence. Not only was it impossible to tell what she was thinking, they couldn't tell if she was thinking at all. Invariably, customers responded to this perceived stupidity by increasing the volume of their voices and addressing her slowly, as if they were speaking to a kindergartner who had accidentally pasted a pair of safety scissors to the side of her head. They would calmly state their order. Then they'd be asked to please repeat what they just said.

Carla, her boss, couldn't stand to see the growing lunch line crawl. So she literally butted Lauren aside, and with the same patronizing tones the customers used, instructed her to go in back to help with the baking. Fine by her. It meant getting to work side-by-side with Jenny. Lauren's toes curled with delight at the thought of helping her crush in the cramped kitchen. They exchanged small pleasantries as they mixed dough and stirred cinnamon filling, Lauren hoarding every brush of accidental physical contact to savor later in private.

There was a good many of these delightful bumps since the space was so tiny. Under the original owners, standard operating procedure was to simply thaw and bake pans of preprepared frozen sinnabunns. Since being bought out by Krock Foods International, they had to make them from scratch. It took a larger staff working in areas not designed to cope with the task, but the payoffs were huge. Sinnabunn went from bust to boom. People couldn't stop eating them.

Which was another reason contact was unavoidable. The new management put in place an Employees Eat Free policy, which in turn put pounds on employees. Both girls were still unaccustomed to the increased clearances their over-ample asses required. Lauren caught Jenny worriedly looking over her shoulder at her bubble butt. Before Lauren could do something stupid like confess her love for both her and every square inch of her perfect body, she excused herself, mumbling that she was going to take her break now. She slipped out the service entrance.

She made sure that she was alone amidst the dumpsters, free to indulge in fantasy. In her mind Jenny was already almost naked. By using her teeth, Lauren peeled her pastel purple panties down over her luscious peach-shaped rear and then, using her fat thighs as earmuffs while gripping a cheek in each hand, she used her tongue to-- Wait. She caught her naughty hand edging under her apron, on its way to the front of her pant's waistband. “Later, you,” she scolded. A milder vision appeared: she had her head resting in Jenny's fully clothed and pillowy-soft lap, staring up in awe at the shady lower hemispheres of her boobs. She reached up with a cupped hand, as if to test their weight. And then the door banged open.

Jenny put a Iced Mocha Latte in the other girl's outstretched hand. “Extra caramel, right? I thought you might want one. It's awful hot today.”

Lauren hid her blush with her Sinnabunn visor and grabbed the collar of her polo shirt and fanned herself. “Thanks. Hot's an understatement.”