"That's just a habit of mine, heh heh, sorry. Anyway, my name's Maura!" the milktank extended a hand. Sissy just gave her a stare. The milktank realized the problem, and chuckled nervously, starting to sweat. She tried again, this time bending down and tilting, so that Sissy could reach, between her height and the other girl's bust. Sissy shook her hand, and then wiped it off as soon as she could.
"So you work here? You worked for my uncle?"
"You're Gerald's niece! D'awwwwww!" the girl grabbed for Sissy. Before she knew it, Sissy was swept off her feet in a bear hug, squeezed in between two pink tankards. Maura carried her in this boob-hug into the building.
"My bags, you dumb broad! I'll fire you, I swear I will!"
"You've got to meat the girls!"
"It's meet, not meat."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Oh, we've been waiting so long too meet you!"
"To."
"Right. Here we are!" Maura said. Sissy sighed.
"All I see it your tits. What the hell are up with these by the way?"
"Sorry, here you are!" Sissy was released. Or, more accurately, dropped. She sighed. At least she liked the ground. Finally, she got up and turned around. Behind her, Maura stepped forward, the underside of her tits resting against Sissy's head.
"Holy f--king hell." Sissy said. In front of her were green pastures, a barn,even a stream winding its way through. The pastures were fenced off, and in them grazed dozens of regular Milktank. Well, regular as in non-anthro. They were the fattest pokemon Sissy had ever seen. They could barely reach the grass to eat it. They looked content as all get out. But the people drew Sissy's eyes. The heat made their minimal clothing kind of understandable. Their bodies....well, to be fair, some of them looked normal. Kind've normal. Most of the men, at least, though a couple were truly ripped. But there were a few girls there as well. One of them tits bigger than Maura's by a long shot. One's were only kinda big, but man did she have an ass. There were seven employees, and Maura made eight. Three guys, five girls.
"Okay, what in the nine cream-filled layers of hell is going on here." Sissy asked.
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