I need to find a job. It's been six months since I last worked, and I was getting desperate. So when I went to the mall and saw that there was a new book store opening, I was ecstatic. I walked into the empty store and saw a woman sitting behind the table with applications. She was beautiful. Long flowing blonde hair, nice full red lips, and the biggest set of tits I have ever seen. She stood up and that's when I noticed her stomach. She looked at least six or seven months pregnant. I tried not to stare, but...
"Hello....hello...." she said. Her voice was soothing.
"Sorry. Um...." I was mumbling, nervously. "I saw that you were looking to hire some people, and I was wondering if I could fill out an application."
"Of course" she said. "Why don't you have a seat and we can get started."
I was thinking to myself that I was happy to sit down. Between her voice and her huge tits, I could feel my cock starting to get hard. That's a great way to get a job, impress her with the bulge growing in my pants. I sat down, hoping she didn't notice.
"So why don't you start by filling out this application. I will come back to you in a few minutes and check on you. When your done, and if I think you are qualified, we can move on to the interview process. Sound good to you?"
I barely made out what she was saying. I was to busy staring off into her blue-hazel eyes. All I could do is say "sounds good." She handed me an application and a pen and stood up. As she stood up I watched those massive tits bounce up and down. "Oh, by the way, I don't think I formally introduced myself. My name is Naomi, and I will be the manager of this store once I come back from my maternity leave. We'll be opening in about three months, which will be perfect timing. I am due in like a month." That explains everything. She was glowing like someone who was just about to have a baby. Those jugs must be filled with breast milk. I reached out my hand. "Jackson. My name is Jackson Anderson."
"Jackson," she said. "It's nice to meet you. I will be back in ten minutes to check on you."
I saw her walk out the store. was watching her hips and ass move as she walked out. As she turned the corner, her tits bounce up and down with each step. I felt by cock grow harder. There was no way I could concentrate on getting a job and filling out this application with the thoughts I had running in my mind. All I was thinking was how much I wanted to squeeze and suck on those huge milky tits. No, I have to get this job. I need the money. Clear your mind Jackson, you can do this. I get the job, I can make money, and I will see Naomi and those huge tits of hers all the time. I just need to put pen to paper.....
About fifteen minutes passed and I had the application done. Still no sign of Naomi. Where did she go? I am so tired. I'll just put my head down and wait for her to come back....
Someone is rubbing my shoulders. Why is someone rubbing my shoulders. It felt so good. I turned around and saw it was Naomi.
"Naomi," I asked "why are you rubbing my shoulders?" She said nothing. This felt too good to be true. My dick was growing harder than before. She started kissing my neck. What's going on? This is turning me on.
"Hey sleepyhead, you done with the application?" Naomi said, sitting back down in front of me. Thank God, it was just a dream.
"I am so sorry about that," I said, embarrassed. I could feel my face get red as I handed the application over to her. My dick, however, was still painfully hard. I squirmed in my chair to try and re-adjust.
"This is a great application," she said. "I think you would be a great part of the team. I just have a few questions for you, but this is really just going to be a formality. If you want, we can move to the back room. I can give you a tour of the storage area and if you have time, we can fill out the paperwork today. Sound good?"
"Sure," I relpied. Luckilly, I was able to adjust myself so I didn't show off a huge tent in my pants.
"Great, let me lock the gate and we can head back."
She got up and trid to pull down the gate. I couldn't bare to watch her try and do this on her own. I walked over to her and gave her a hand. I had at least a foot on her (I'm about 6'3", and she came up to my sternum) so I was able to pull down the gate with ease.
"Impressive. Let's head back."
We walked toward the back, when I noticed that a wet spot was starting to show through her shirt. Was she lactating through her shirt? What do I do? Should I say something? We got to the backroom and I didn't say a word. She shut the door behind her and turned around. The spot was now at least and inch in diameter, right where her nipple would be. I have to say something.
"Your shirt., you have, um...."
