“Agh~” Tracey let a moan escape from her lips as she stretched her arms and back. “These things are killing my back.” She heard the all too familiar sound of fabric ripping as the seam of her blouse gave way slightly. This past year has been a circular cycle of gaining a cup size or two every month, eventually outgrowing her tops, and having to replace them. She went back to filling out her data set, trying to ignore how much new clothes and bras were going to cost her. Hell, she was currently wearing a 30N cup bra which aren’t exactly cheap.

Luckily for her a distraction from her problems appeared as William walked by her desk. “Oh! Hey, William, you got a moment?” She waved the passing intern over to her desk. “Does Mr. Bowman have you doing anything at the moment?”

William approached Tracey’s desk, trying his best to not ogle her flesh melons. “Nope, the boss man just has me working under you today,” he paused, “again. Do you need something?”

“I do actually, I have to finish these data sets and I really wanted a coffee. Could you grab us some and then I’ll show you how to fill out the data sets.” 

“Sure thing. Same drink as always?”

“Oh, yes please. Thank you so much Will.” She turned back to her laptop, resting her encumbering breasts on the edge of her desk, as William began his trek to the local coffee shop.

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William sat in the back of the coffee shop, ruminating about how he got here. Over half a year ago he had graduated with a degree in business and finance and had landed his current intern job at Kiph Co. where he expected to quickly be hired on as a full time employee. Instead he was dumped onto Tracey who was tasked with training him on what the company expected out of them and, once she greenlit his training, he’d finally have a job with decent pay. Well, he would have had a good paying job right now if that dumb cow didn’t keep holding him back to learn more mundane paperwork that he could just learn on the job.

“Order number forty three!” The barista called out into the store. William walked over to pick up his and Tracey’s order. “Just double-checking but that was the black coffee with room for creamer and the Mocha with whipped cream and 2 shots of espresso?”

“That’s it.”

“Here you go then sir. We have straws and napkins on the counter behind you.”

William grabbed the two coffees and made his way back to the office building. Before heading up to the fourth floor where his department was, he made a pit-stop in the empty men’s bathroom where he began his work. You see, despite not being paid very much and having to live on scraps, William did have a bit of spare money which he decided to use to get back at Tracey, that dumb cow. He rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a small vial of bovine growth hormones. A few months into working here as a poorly paid intern William had decided to get back at Tracey who was holding him back from being more than her coffee runner. Bovine growth hormones are surprisingly cheap if you buy a small bulk order so he decided to make the dumb cow match on the outside and has been spiking her daily coffees with the damn drugs.

With the coffee spiked he continued his way up to the fourth floor, “Here’s your coffee. Just the way you like it.” He held out Tracey’s mocha for her.

“You’re a lifesaver Will!” She spun around in her chair and stretched her arms above her head before grabbing the coffee from WIlliam. William got a nice view of Tracey’s engorged breasts as she jutted her chest out, putting on full display her taut and stretched shirt that was struggling to keep her tits contained. “Let’s knock out these data sets!”

They spent the remainder of the work day completing the data sets with them swapping between Tracey showing WIlliam how to fill them out, to William getting some hands on training, and them finishing the day with both of them finishing up the paperwork.

“Nice work Will! You catch on quick.”

“I mean, it’s pretty similar to all the other forums we have to fill out.”

“Ah don’t be like that. You did great today!” She patted him on his back. “How about I let you go early and I’ll worry about walking these over to Mr. Bowman. Deal?”

“Deal.”

William grabbed his backpack and began making his way to the elevator as Tracey grabbed her laptop and began her way to her bosses office where she knocked on the door and poked her head in. “I have that paperwork that you wanted Mr. Bowman.”

“Ah, thank you Tracey! You know how some of our clients get.” He opened the lid of his laptop and began checking the files. “How did Mr. William do today?”

“He did great as always sir.” She nervously watched Bowman as he continued to scan over her’s and Williams' work. “In fact I think he’s more than ready to begin working on his own.”

Bowmans eyes stopped scanning the paperwork before he slowly slid the lid of his laptop shut. “Now Tracey, we just started a new quarter and I can’t go and hire a full-time worker right now.” His eyes met Tracey’s as he said this. “But, if he continues doing a good job I’ll hire him at the end of this quarter. In the meantime train him on whatever else he’s missing.”

“But sir,” she nervously scratched at her knuckles, “he’s already learned everything. I don’t think I can continue pulling him along for another three months.”

“That’s not my problem Tracey.” Bowman reopened his laptop and continued talking without looking at her, “Retrain him on whatever he initially struggled with.”

“Yes sir…” Tracey left Mr. Bowman’s office and began her way out of the office. She’d have to figure out how to string along WIlliam without upsetting him. She could see how bored he was getting with the training and he really did deserve this job but first, she needed to pick up some bigger bras and blouses.