Cup Size at the Scoop Shop *Work In Progress*

So I've been trying to balance my original content with the custom creation content, so this is a little idea I got since it's summer time. I had things moving right along, I only needed to add the ending, and then do my polish for the middle, but I got distracted as sometimes happens, and only have the beginning fully finished at this point. But still I thought I would share that with you, get your feedback, as that was one of the big reasons I started my Patreon two years ago. So I hope you enjoy what I have so far, and please let me know what you think. 

Also I had just taken to calling this story Scoop Shop, but I'm always looking for grabby titles, so Cup Size at the Scoop Shop is what I came up with.

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Cup Size at the Scoop Shop

I was about to learn the lesson that bigger boobs lead to bigger tips in the ice cream scooping business, and I was in the business of making as much money as I could.

It was the beginning of summer and I, along with most of my graduating class, was going to college in the fall. My best friend, Cassie, and I wanted to get summer jobs to save up some money before we left for school. We set our sights on jobs at a local ice cream stand that was pretty well known in our town. A lot of our other classmates worked at the grocery store or fast food or any other number of places around town but we thought the scoop shop suited us best. 

We were told that we'd be making minimum wage but that we would get tips. We knew some of the girls here made some pretty serious cash from tips, which was our big motivation for picking this job. Also another perk was that we got all the free ice cream that we wanted, which sounded delicious. We started working as soon as graduation was over and we're guaranteed three or four shifts a week to start off. Cassie and I got teamed up for out first shift so we could learn the basics together and within an hour we we're working the window taking orders from the crowd out front. 

The four hour shift went by in a flash, and at the end my hands were covered in ice cream and almost chilled to the bone. But my tip cup looked full and heavy and I was eager to see what I had made. Cassie and I gathered in the back of the shop and poured our tips onto one of the countertops. The counting went slowly, as most of what we had was loose change. It took us some time but in the end each found we didn’t even scratch together $20.

‘Shit!’ I thought. I figured we would get a lot more money in tips considering our minimum wage paycheck was going to be next to nothing. Four hours seemed like a long time to only make $20. It was just then that one of our other classmates, Victoria, strutted by carrying her tips from this evening. All the girls who worked in the scoop shop were classmates of ours, and Victoria was one of the more stuck up popular pretty girls from our graduating class. 

She walked by wafting a fistful of bills right under our noses, and I quickly spied that they were not all singles like we had. She must have been holding $50 easily. “What did you pathetic newbies make on your first day?” Victoria said antagonistically. “Looks like peanuts with all that loose pocket change you have to carry around now.” Victoria laughed at her stupid quip as she continued to flash her cash in front of us. “I made $70 tonight, I bet that's more than both of you combined, and tonight was slow for me.” She paused before continuing. “Well I guess some girls have it and others don't.” She continued condescendingly as she walked away, not even leaving a moment for us to respond, not that she would have listened to anything we had to say anyways.

“What a bitch.” I said quietly to Cassie as soon as she was finally out of ear shot. “How did Victoria make $70 in one night when we can't even scratch together $20?”

“I'll tell you how.” Cassie said like a grump. “She's got two money makers sitting on her chest.” It was true Victoria was quite busty, which is why she fit in so well with the popular crowd. I also couldn't help but notice the fact that her top tonight was painfully low cut. 

“You really think she made almost double our combined tips just because she has big boobs?” I asked. Being only 18 I didn’t know everything about how the world worked, but Cassie was about to clue me in.

“Hell yeah.” Cassie started to explain. “Didn't you see all the dads that we served tonight? They are the ones footing the bill at a place like this. They take one look at a rack like Victoria’s and they mindlessly throw $5 in her tip jar.”

“Well I’m here to make money, I’m not just going to roll over and let Victoria walk away with all the tips here. We need to find a way to rake in the big bucks.” I declared. We sat in silent meditation for a long moment until Cassie broke the silence. 

“Well, we do get unlimited ice cream here, and everybody knows those extra calories go straight to your tits.” She said confidently. “I even bet that's why Victoria's rack is so massive to begin with.”

I was perplexed, I had never heard this so called common knowledge before but I was also a naive 18-year-old so what was I to do to dispute my best friend's reasoning. “Yeah but aren't there a lot of calories and cream and fat and stuff in ice cream? I asked 

“Yeah, and that's all the stuff that gives you big boobs!” Cassie said flatly. “Why don't we scarf down some ice cream after all of our shifts, and before you know it we will have our own money makers and will be getting just as many tips as Victoria.”

Cassie and I both had pretty athletic figures. We had played tons of rec sports when we were kids, and followed that with four years of field hockey during high school. Due to all that constant activity, and families that strived to eat healthy food around the clock, we really had slim bodies, and no real boobs to speak of. 

I mulled over Cassie’s idea for a moment. I didn’t have a better plan, I really didn’t have a plan at all, and I really wanted this summer to be successful. I needed to make Victoria level tips if I was ever going to enjoy my summer as well as having some spending cash when I got to college. “I’m just worried all the extra calories might not good right to my boobs, I don’t want to get fat.”

“Well of course they won’t all go there, just most of them. I bet you never noticed but even Victoria has a little bit of a belly, but no one is looking at that when their eyes are distracted by the bazongas on her chest. Getting a bit of a belly is totally worth it for a Victoria sized chest” Cassie had a point, even if we did gain a little weight and lose some definition I was willing to make that trade off. So we started that night, each slapping together a sundae and eating it out behind the scoop shop as the cool summer air blew into town. Mint with chocolate brownie was my favorite, as Cassie was more of a banana split girl.

We continued this routine every shift that week, but by weeks end I wasn't feeling any different. I knew it wasn't going to be an overnight success, but my chest wasn't feeling any bigger and I was starting to doubt the validity of Cassie's claim. But I had no other plans to start getting more tips at work, and that would first week I never cracked $20 in tips during any of my shifts. So I resolved to continue on with the plan for now, but if I didn't start seeing results I was ready to throw in the towel and just enjoy my summer with the pocket change I was collecting.

Our second week of work started, and after that shift we of course scooped some ice cream to enjoy for ourselves. I threw a few extra scoops on my sundae, hoping to push out plan into hyperdrive. Go big or go home they say. Walking out the back door Cassie noticed my extra large sundae instantly. “Whoa girl, that's a lot of ice cream.”

I smiled “I know. It's just that I haven't felt any results yet, and I really want to give this a chance. So this is me giving the plan a chance.” I said, raising my sundae up. “Plus, what good is a big rack going to do me if it doesn’t arrive until the end of the summer?” I asked.

“Says the girl going to college in the fall.” Cassie said sarcastically. 

“Hey I'm doing this for the tips.” I said 

“Oh yeah, you're really going to complain about starting college with a huge rack that all the boys stare at.” Cassie continued. Cassie eyed my sundae one more time. “Well if you're going to double up then I'm getting seconds after this!” She said enthusiastically. She wolfed down her sundae and went back inside and threw together a smaller version of what she had just ate. 

The extra portions continued on for the rest of our second week of work, and at the weeks end I had to admit that I was starting to feel a little progress. It wasn’t noticeable to the public eye, but deep down inside I knew something was different. I was encouraged to continue on, but soon enough there would be no denying the changes happening to my body. The third week of work went by very similar to the second but at the end of it I knew for sure that our plan was working and that I wasn't just being hopeful last week.

I couldn't wait to share the news with Cassie, and texted her right away. She was very excited for me, even though she couldn’t see any progress for herself yet. She said she felt her body changing, but just hadn’t seen the results yet. I encouraged her telling her that's how I felt last week, and that I was sure she would see some progress soon.

By the end of our fourth week it was the end of June and I was ready to upgrade my bra. I actually had boobs for the first time in my life, and I couldn’t be more excited. The summer was moving quick, but the plan was working, at least for me.

I asked Cassie to go bra shopping with me. It was kind of an awkward conversation since she didn’t need an upgrade yet, even after eating all that ice cream this past month. But she obliged me, and convinced me she was seeing some of her own progress and that she would need me to shop with her for new bras before we knew it. I didn’t see it, but Cassie seemed happy, so I rolled with it.

I used what small amount of tips I had saved thus far and purchased a cup size up from what normally wore. Equipped with my new bra and a positive attitude I was ready to work and make some really good money.