Waitress really wondering if the pay is worth all the requests she gets for fresh milk in the coffee.
Julie sat on the wooden stool, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed to match, as the familiar scent of coffee floated into the back room from behind the bar. Her fingers drummed on her arm as she watched her coworker tinker with the small machine, occasionally glancing at the hose that stuck out from one side. Her nipples stiffened despite herself, acting on memory and instinct.
"This is entirely unfair, you know." She reached up and brushed her black-and-purple hair out of her eyes. "I have a degree! I shouldn't have to do this. It's discriminatory, is what it is! Just because I'm the only woman at this shop, doesn't mean I should have to go through... Through... This!" She gestured angrily at the pumps before crossing her arms again, huffing defiantly.
Harrison took a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself to have, yet again, the same conversation he had with Julie at least twice a week. "You're right. Sure! You're absolutely right. Sorry, you're the only one with actual tits here. Maybe you should have done what I did and had yours chopped off before you started working here." He leaned over the pump, featuring at the frustrated barista, wrench in hand. "But you didn't think about that before you signed the agreement, did you? You just saw 'employee will earn 90% of tips on all orders containing Fresh Milkâ˘' and you signed on the dotted line." A sly grin crept over Harrison's lips. "Not to mention, I don't hear you complaining when I flip that little switch." He cleared his throat and raised his pitch, letting his eyes cross and his tongue loll out. "Oh! Yes! Ah! I'm m-making so much milk! It's sucking so hard on my thick, juicy udders!" As his grin returned, wider than before, he gave his now deeply blushing coworker a wink and a kiss. Julia, cheeks near bruising, huffed and turned her head.
"W-whatever. Shut up. Can we just get this over with? I'm just about full to bursting with Company Resources over here and I'd really like to not soak through my clothes."
His grin fell to a subtle smirk as Harrison returned his focus to the machine in front of him. "Fine, fine, I think I'm done with the capacity upgrades, so we should be good to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's popular stuff, I guess." His hand wrapped around the hose near where it met the machine and dragged along its length, finding the suction cups on the far end. With his free hand, he flipped the switch on the machine and it whirred to life, Harrison testing the suction in the cups with his thumbs. "All set on my side. Your turn, Bessie."
Julie resented the nickname, however fitting it might be. Little grumbles bubbled out of her as she lifted the steps of her apron over her head and let it fall forward. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, the struggle made more difficult with how tight they were pulled. The temptation to say Screw It, slip her fingers into one of the diamond gaps, and pull until buttons scattered across the floor grew stronger as her frustration mounted. The only thing that kept her grounded was the thought that, if she got any bigger, she wouldn't even need to use her hands. She closed her eyes, steeling herself against any comment Harrison might make about the fact that she was wearing a nursing bra, having to find the corner clasps in the dark before peeling down the cups of her bra.
Harrison swallowed. God, Julia's tits had become massive. He had noticed they were big early on, in a random moment when Julie smoothed down her apron over her stomach, but they had easily doubled in size since then. He didn't know how big the bra was, potentially in the K-cup range (appropriate, for a coffee shop) but with the way her tits bulged around the straps, deep red lines left in Julie's pale skin, he could tell that it wasn't enough, especially when she was engorged like this. Her nipples had to be as big as two of his fingers put together, swollen both from the growth and from Julie's regular milking. A quiet ahem! snapped Harrison out of his daze and brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He tried and failed to keep his hands from trembling as he brought the suction cups towards Julie's nipples.
"Well? You waiting for an embossed invitation? Get those things on- OOUUGGHH! Fuuuuuck!"
The suction dragged Julie's nipples into the cups, milk rushing out from her swollen tits. She doubled over, her hands gripping her knees until her knuckles turned white. As shameful as it was, the pleasure that washed over her made Harrison's teasing expression remarkably accurate. "Oh God... What did I let them do to me... They gave me these huge fucking udders!"
Harrison quickly rushed over to the door, slamming it shut in an effort to keep Julie's erotic rambling from reaching the customers.
"They turned me into a cow! I was supposed to be an artist! This was supposed to be a survival job! And now I have these massive milkers!" Julie thrust her chest forward, throwing her head back. Blush crept into Harrison's cheeks as he watched his objectively very pretty coworker in the throes of passion. Milk rushed into the cups and down the hose, filling the canister stuck into the side. Even with the capacity upgrades, it seemed to be filling awfully fast. A moan from Julie brought Harrison back to the show she was putting on. Her hands gripped the sides of her swollen breasts, squeezing to encourage her milk to flow.
"Mmmf, fuuuuuck, my tits are so fucking big! I make so much milk! I'm a fucking COW!" Harrison braced himself for the moan that he was sure would follow, but it didn't come. Julie's eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped open. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips. But no sound came out, her throat too tense from the orgasm that was overwhelming her. The pumps just barely kept the suction cups from filling with milk, whisking it away as fast as it could.
Finally, Julie collapsed. As the orgasm faded, it took her strength with it. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Harrison wanted to comfort her or at least check if she was okay, but he was worried she might topple over entirely. He tried to distract himself from his own arousal, checking on the pump to make sure it was still working, checking the milk in the tank, all the while he kept glancing back at Julie, waiting for her to snap out of it. As the flow of milk waned, turning to a trickle, he flipped the switch and shut it off. Soon, all that was left was the sound of Julie catching her breath. His finger traced over the side of the tank, dragging along the volume markers to find just how much had been pulled from Julie's tits.
Julie's head snapped up, her voice hoarse from her erotic outbursts. "Uh oh? Uh oh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Julie's gaze was fierce and furious and Harrison could barely meet it. "W-well, uh... The capacity upgrades were mostly to make sure we weren't missing any. Demand for your milk keeps going up and we keep running out and-"
"Just spit it out! What does-"
"You're not making enough milk."
The words hung in the air, both of them slightly stunned by the revelation.
"T-to meet demand. Sales have been so good and I'm sure you've seen your tips go up, but we keep running out. I was hoping we'd get more with a bigger tank, but it's still not enough." Harrison let his gaze drift down to Julie's chest before looking back up at her stunned expression. "And, well, in the contract-"
"I'm going to have to go bigger, aren't I?"
Harrison's mouth opened, only to wordlessly close again, nodding his head. Julie looked down at her gigantic udders, trying to picture how much bigger they could really get. The answer sent a shudder down her spine, but she had no idea how much of it was fear and how much of it was arousal.
