The Next Day at Work

I'm going to brach off a bit from this story, focusing on the girls at work rather than the roomate and her girlfriend. If you notice anything that doesn't line up with the previous work, you have an idea on something you would like to see written, or anything else, please leave a comment or send me a message.

-Decadent Empire

For the first time in a long time, when I woke up in the morning, I wasn't dreading going to work. I check my phone, just in case the whole thing was just a bizarre dream, and see the app is still there, waiting for me. I open it up and smile at seeing the numbers in the upper right corner: 10/100. Today is going to be a great day. I get ready faster than I ever have before, pacing around my room, waiting for my shift to get here. How am I supposed to just sit around, waiting when I know how much fun I can have at work. Fuck it, I'll just go now. Grabbing my keys and ensuring my phone is in my pocket, I head to work. I get there a full hour before my shift starts, which gets me an odd look from Derek the manager.

"You know your shift isn't until four."

"I know, I was just bored, so I figured I would come in early."

"Yeah, well, you aren't getting paid, so." What an asshole.

"Got it." Finding an empty booth, I sit down and check the app. This time, there are some different names below the two greyed out ones.

Vanessa

Sam

June

Zoey

June and Zoey must be working the early shift with Derek, leaving you with Vanessa, Sam, and Lexie again. Maybe I should mess with June or Zoey to pass the time. Nah, I need to save those gems. After an eternity, it's finally time for the shift to begin. There are a few orders to take care of from the previous shift, so the four of us knock them out before hitting that usual post-lunch pre-dinner lull. With some free time, I open up the app and tap on Vanessa’s icon. I see that I still have the "Summon" command and fhe "Give bra" command. Hitting the summon command, within seconds, Vanessa stands before you in all her busty glory.

"What's up?"

"Oh, not much." I hit the other command.

She reaches under her shirt to take off her undergarment. Damn it's just a joy watching her undo her bra and release those big meloms. She hands it over, a simple gray one with plenty of support built in. Her nipples are clearly visible underneath the thin fabric of her shirt, but after a few moments of staring, they quickly become covered by her hands. "Seriously? You're such a perv," she says in disgust before walking away. Ah well, at least you'll get plenty of fun watching her unrestrained tits bounce around all day long. With her funbags now unencumbered and already straining against her tight shirt, an even more entertaining possibility pops up into my mind. A quick tap and Vanessa is summoned right back to you. She crosses her arms in front of her chest, blocking the view. "Now what?" She is clearly not pleased with you.

"I just wanted to apologize for staring earlier," a fake apology, but I manage to convince her of my sincerity.

She puts her hands on her hips, slightly mollified. "Just try to be a little bit less of a creep." Too bad I intend to the exact opposite. Five gems gone and I can only watch in shock as Vanessa's already impressive chest expands, stretching her white dress shirt to the absolute limit, the buttons straining to contain her now preposterously sized bust. Shit, better look away before she catches me staring again.

"I will do my best." To not get caught again. "Can you handle register duty for a bit while I take a break?"

She shrugs, "Sure." Vanessa heads to the register to handle the handful of customers the store will have. As a couple of teenage boys walk in you notice something. While they may be unaware that you have Vanessa’s bra or that her breasts were smaller just a few seconds ago, they absolutely notice her massive honkers stretching her shirt. All of them stand there dumbfounded, staring at her tits. Vanessa scowls at the group. "Can you make your order please."

The bravest kid in the group swallows and finally works up the courage to speak and makes the order for the group while they all stare at her chest. When they are done paying, Vanessa stomps into the back, making her huge breasts bounce with every step.

"What was that all about?"

She scowls. "A group of dickhead perverts who kept staring at my tits. I wish my parents would let me get the damn breast reduction surgery already." Good thing she doesn't know I just gave her the opposite five minutes ago.

"And ruin that work of art?" Vanessa shakes her head and walks away, not at all flattered by the compliment. The group of teen boys strain their necks trying to ogle her, which gives you an idea. You could either continue to pervert these girls for your pleasure, or could you do it for all mankind (at the expense of the womenkind) by making this boring little pizza place into an involuntary Hooters.