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As she stared at herself in the mirror, Holly couldn't help but feel slightly pleased at how the top her husband ordered fit her. The material was elastic and comfortable, the style was sexy and fun- in fact, while she probably wouldn't have considered wearing something like it to the pool, she could maybe see herself wearing it at house parties after the fun had moved to the hot-tub.
...Except for the fact that the skimpy triangle top was emblazoned with an obvious cow-print. She shifted from side to side, her considerable bust that was barely contained by the too-small bikini top shifting and swaying at the slight movement. "I'm not sure if I'm more flattered or annoyed" Holly said at her Husband's reflection as he grinned from the entrance to their dressing room.
"Hol, we've known each other since college- when haven't I been obsessed with your tits?" Hubby said, still grinning at Holly's reaction to his gift.
"I know you love them, honey, but I don't really appreciate being compared to a dairy cow." Holly said as she turned around, one eyebrow arched at her husband. Hubby's eyes stayed glued to his wife's breasts all the while.
Holly's boobs have been large ever since early adulthood, but after their first child they ballooned from large DD's to well into the E+ territory. She had never been uncomfortable with how her large breasts looked, but she found herself avoiding old sleek fitting dresses due to how they hugged her curves and made her now overly prominent bust unignorable. Her husband had been ecstatic as she continued to grow during her pregnancy, and truthfully Holly found the extra attention both from her husband and in everyday life exciting, even if she would never admit that herself.
Holly sighed in mock exasperation as Hubby continued his exaggerated lecherous stare until she finally tried to get his attention by lifting the thin straps supporting her pendulous, full breasts and dropping them, causing them to lightly clap together.
"I love that you love it, babe, but where exactly do you expect me to wear it? Where did you even find something like this?" Holly said, smiling now. Hubby looked up, grinned again, and said "It's actually from a new product line at my friend company. He said they've been expanding from pharmaceuticals and supplements to smart-wear." He cupped his wife's tits as he continued what sounded like a well rehearsed spiel.
"He says this model is supposed to help with fatigue and muscle stiffness. I know you've been complaining about your shoulders lately. These are supposed to help." Holly looked down at the skimpy cow-top, impressed.
"How long am I supposed to wear it?", she asked. "He said that it's fine for daily use; you can wear it under your clothes or to sleep. I requested this particular design, though". Holly playfully swatted Hubby on the shoulder, but was touched by the thoughtful gift despite herself. Hubby stepped closer and stooped down so Holly could give him a quick kiss.
"I suppose I'll wear it to work, then. Maybe it actually works" she murmured. The couple embraced, then moved to the bedroom for some of their nightly fun.
The next day, Holly found the cow-kini on the bedroom floor as she began to dress herself for work. She shrugged, slipped it on in place of her usual supportive bra. "God help me if anyone at the office finds out I wear cow-themed underwear..." she thought as she put on an office suit and smart ironed slacks. She was a project manager at a software firm, a position she kept through maternity leave despite fierce competition. She had a bit of a reputation as a task master among the team of programmers she oversaw, at odds with her slight stature and curvy physique. After a couple of quick greetings, a meeting with her team and some coffee she finally got to work in her office. A large window let morning light stream in into her 6th story workplace, time passing in a silence occasionally interrupted by faint conversation coming from outside as she focused on work. It wasn't until an intern came by with take-away did she realize she had worked in complete concentration all the way till lunch. She thanked him, then got up and stretched, the fabric of her blouse and suit bulging.
Usually by this time her shoulders were stiff to the point of distraction, but today she felt fine. Actually, she felt more than fine; she seemed to be bursting with energy despite the long hours sitting on her leather office chair. She quickly finished her lunch, then got up to walk around her team's floor. As she passed by the array of cubicles, she stopped in her tracks as she heard quiet conversation over a divider.
"God, did you see Holly when she came in today? I swear to god those tits seem to get bigger every time I see her." one voice said.
"Tell me about it, man. I'd sell my left nut to just stick my face into those milkers. I think they were less, ah, restrained today..." another replied as Holly stood frozen, listening to two of her code monkeys talk about her like she was a piece of meat. She purposefully strode around the cubicles to see two of the office's... less socially adept employees leaning over a computer monitor, still talking about their boss like she was a cam-girl.
Holly paused before confronting them to stare at what was being displayed on the monitor they were huddling over. What looked like low angle shots of her in the office, taken from what must have been a phone, were plastered one after the other, each capturing her posing over a desk, breasts hanging vertically down despite her office wear, or close ups of her cleavage spilling out of her blouse as she leaned forward towards the camera.
Holly stood in shock, which turned to anger quickly. The honestly impressive amount of creep shots of her, presumably taken by these employees, seemed to scroll in-exhaustively on until she recognized shots of herself from today. I do look good, she had to admit to herself, standing with arms folded under her breasts as she watched picture after picture flick by. Finally, she cleared her throat, intending to launch into a scathing reprimand and an HR report. The programmers jumped and turned around, the mixture of surprise and dread on their faces clear.
"uh, this isn't quite what it looks like, ma'am..." one stuttered, both of them recoiling from the monitor as if it was a hot pan. Holly leaned over over the desk, ignoring the two as she took the mouse in hand and began to flick from image to image. Her angry posture slowly relaxed as she scrolled through the collection of invasive photography. Finally, she turned to them.
"Honestly I'm flattered, guys, but-" she began and brought up her watch to check the time. "Its almost half an hour after lunch. Please keep non-work activities and discussions to breaks. You really shouldn't have side projects like this stored on company computers, either.", she finished with a tone and expression she'd use to lecture an employee for watching youtube videos or checking a personal email. The two looked at her like she was speaking Latin, mouths open. Holly casually scrolled through a couple more of the photos before she straitened, smiled at them, and calmly walked away to chat with some other employees.
At the end of the day when most of the employees in the office building had left, Holly exited her office to find Greg, one of the two voyeurs from earlier nervously waiting outside. Holly smiled at him, wished him a good evening and turned to leave before he spoke up.
"Ma'am- ah, Mrs. Muccasi, about earlier- this kind of thing, it won't happen again, I talked with Josh-" he stammered out before Holly frowned and asked "What kind of thing? Do you mean how I talked to you and Josh about non-work activities? Don't worry too much about that. Everyone gets distracted sometimes." Holly shifted her purse and smiled at Greg, who looked like she had grown a new head.
"Then, you don't mind...?" he began before trailing off, still watching his boss (and her tits, despite the fact he was mid excuse/apology).
"Mind what?" Holly found that interacting with Greg was generally exhausting, and she found even this strange new good mood growing thin.
"The pictures. Now, we weren't trying to imply any disrespect or anything-" he said before Holly cut him off. "What? Of course not. I only ask that you stay focused on your projects while you're at work." Holly flashed her (slightly loathsome and annoying and creepy and...) subordinate a thin smile, finally understanding what was keeping her from driving home.
"Maybe just try to keep your, ah... extracurricular activities to breaks." Greg stared at her, still looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Then... how about now?" he hesitantly asked, bringing his phone up.
"Oh! Sure." Holly faced the phone's camera and smiled, unconcerned when Greg immediately tilted the camera down and began zooming in on her chest. Unconsciously, she straightened her shoulders and pushed her chest out, causing her already stretched blouse to bulge with constrained titflesh. Greg quickly took photo after photo, breathing heavily through his nose before he tucked his phone away and distractedly thanked Holly, not making eye contact as he bee-lined for the office toilet.
