Harriet felt like the queen of the world as she strutted through Atlas' military headquarters. She was to be personally rewarded for her services to Atlas by Specialist Schnee herself. Without her team around to judge her, she let herself get excited. Sure, she doubted her feelings towards Winter were going to be reciprocated, but she let herself get caught up in the fact that it was Winter rewarding her, not Ironwood, nor anyone else.
As Harriet entered the meeting room where she was to meet with Winter, she found Winter there alright, but the sight was not one that Harriet had prepared for.
Winter was dressed in an ice blue dress with a neckline that plunged down to just above her navel and a slit on the side that ran all the way up to her hip, with stringy straps holding the dress up as they crossed in front of her neck and over her shoulders to the back of the dress. As always, Winter had been meticulous with her makeup and hair in a way that stole Harriet's breath.
"W-Win… I mean, Specialist Schnee!" Harriet barked, standing at attention.
"At ease, dear. You're just in time," Winter purred.
"In time for what?" Harriet asked as she relaxed her stance.
"This." In front of Harriet's very eyes, Winter's breasts began to grow and grow. The dress already left plenty to the imagination, but as Winter's breasts expanded, more and more pale flesh was revealed. Winter went from her respectable endowments to bigger than her head, with only her rosy peaks still being concealed by her dress. Even peeks of her areolas were visible around the sheer fabric. Harriet could not tear her eyes away, even as she worried that Winter was about to slap her for staring.
"Wh-what's happening?" asked Harriet, slackjawed as she struggled to look Winter in the eyes.
"Your reward, dear," Winter said in a low, husky voice as she stepped towards Harriet, her massive breasts bouncing, threatening to escape the confines of her outfit with each step. Harriet was frozen in place as Winter approached, tensing up as Winter's hands graced her. Winter took a firm grasp of Harriet's generous and toned rear, pulling her in close, while her other hand held the back of Harriet's head and gently guided her between her breasts. As Harriet's head was engulfed by Winter's cavernous cleavage, Harriet caressed Winter as Winter gently stroked Harriet's mohawk. "Good girl," Winter whispered as Harriet nestled in as close as possible. "Keep up this hard work, and I'll have a more thorough reward for you." With that, Harriet perked up as her mind raced, filling with all sorts of lewd imagery for possible rewards. If Winter was going to keep to her word, then Harriet was going to make herself the star of the Atlas military. Sure, it wasn't the most selfless of motivations, but Harriet wasn't going to self-critique while buried deep in Winter's soft, warm bosom.
[AN: Not sure what prompted this one. I think I just wanted to do some BE for once. Definitely one of my more accessible stories out of this collection.]