“Are you SURE you haven’t got anything bigger? Anything less... y'know, revealing?” Nicki asked, adjusting her shirt to try and cover her enormous, protruding chest. “I-It makes me look slutty...”

Her boss Hugh looked over his shoulder at the new recruit before returning to his form. “Sorry, that’s the only size we have. Besides, it might not be a bad idea to show some skin. Might get you extra tips and whatnot.”

“Y-you can’t be serious!” objected Nick, fiddling with her new anthro ears. “Look at the size of these things! Nobody will take me seriously with these things!”

Rolling his eyes, Hugh turned around to face his latest employee. “Look, do you want the job or not?” It was a rhetorical question: Nicki (formerly Nick) had undergone a radical sex change procedure and cowgirl modifications against her will after failing to pay off her gambling debts. Once a skilled programmer at the top of her field, she was now a complete biological woman with huge tits and a tiny body, reduced to a job as a waitress at some dead-end diner to pay it off. “Now get out there and take some orders!”

Nicki stepped outside into the dining room floor, notepad and pencil in hand, where a few tired truckers were already waiting. It can’t be that hard, right? She thought as she approached a table where three loud men were already a few beers deep. “Hello sirs, what can I get you today?”

Their leader, a 30-something man, gestured at squeezing his chest. “Yeah missy, I’ll take two large pints of milk, freshly squeezed!” The table erupted into laughter amongst themselves before taking a drink.

Nicki had a choice. She was mortified by the way they were treating her and wanted to run away and cry in shame, but she desperately needed this job if she was going to pay off her remaining debt. It was either this, or the mobsters would find a use for her at a strip club in the red-light district. “Uhhh... of course, sir. Anything else?” Through all the nerves, she could already feel the absorbent pads in her bra getting soaked with milk from her raw nipples.

“Yeah, and a nice, juicy rump steak!” The trucker replied, reaching over and grabbing a handful of Nicki’s ass. “And how much for you for the night, cute little cowgirl?”

“I’m... I-it’s not...” Nicki stuttered, trying to think up an excuse on the spot. She glanced over towards the back room, where her manager Hugh was giving her the side-eye. She didn’t want to leave a bad impression on her first day... “Very funny, sir. Umm, feel free to grab whatever you like, as long as you buy something.” Immediately she began to regret saying it as she could see the truckers at the other tables looking over, their mouths watering at being offered a chance to grab at the short cowgirl’s big, squishy breasts. As the three men in the booth reached forward and started grabbing Nicki’s boobs, squeezing and pulling them roughly, the absorbent pads finally gave up and soon milk was beginning to leak out from her shirt on and onto the floor. “So... what would you like to buy?”