Reconstruction: Foreman (Patreon)

Cortez was proud of himself.  406 days without an incident at the work site.  He beamed with pride at the plans that sprawled out in front of him.  This building was going to be his best yet.  He looked down at his crew on their lunchbreak.  They were forming volleyball teams, some of the players even tying their shirts up to make bikini tops.

The temperature in the office was unbearable, though.  The fan had died, leaving him and his assistant in a sweltering oven.  His aide was a total slacker, attached to the project only because his dad owned the construction business.  Cortez looked at his co-worker, who had rolled up his sweatshirt to let his protruding breasts cool off.

Cortez squirmed.  His clothes felt all tight and they were drenched with sweat.  He popped open a few buttons of his shirt and his large breasts slid out,  He reached down to his pants and slid them down a bit, exposing part of his buttocks.  The air became cooler as it touched his soft skin and a sigh of relief passed through Cortez's puffy lips.

His nipples hardened.  Only a few more hours and he would be off for the day.  His wife was probably home right now breastfeeding the baby.  He was glad there were some things in the world he would never have to do.