Intro The Woman in the Woods

How did Chuck manage to get himself into these things?

For the last two days, he had been wandering through the woods with his new friends, Hans and Greta. The three met at a rave out in the Blackforest wilderness and Hans somehow convinced the other two that they could hike back to the train station in Heidelberg. Hans looked like he had been born in the forest to a family of wild lumberjacks with his bulging muscles, flowing blond locks, and chiseled jawline.

How were they supposed to know that Hans had never camped out before in his life?

“I think we just need to get over one more hill,” he explained to Chuck and Greta as they stopped for water.

“Oh! That’s great! I can’t wait to take a shower,” said Greta, fanning the bottom of her sweat-soaked t-shirt. Chuck tried not to stare at her perky, braless tits jiggling underneath. He nearly hooked up with Greta during the rave, until Hans showed up with his huge muscles and charming smile. To be fair, the two did ask Chuck if he’d be interested in a threesome, but Chuck was feeling inadequate enough without having to compare sizes with Hans. Now, all he wanted was to get out of this forest alive and he was beginning to wish (for the first time) that Greta had more brains and less tits.

“Isn’t that what you said about the last mountain we hiked?” Chuck asked loudly as he hitched up the group’s backpack on his shoulders. The straps were digging into his skin.

“Yah! But this time I’m sure of it!” Hans called down from the top of the ledge. “I can see smoke!”

“Oh, yeah! Shower tonight!” shouted Greta. She ran up to join Hans, her flowing red hair bouncing over her butt. Chuck staggered up the hillside, doing his best to step over roots and stray rocks. With a gasp he crested the ledge and took a moment to swing off the oversized backpack from his shoulders. He looked over at Han’s meaty biceps.

Why wasn’t he carrying around the pack?

“There, you see, Chuck?” Hans said, tossing his blond hair in the breeze. He pointed to the edge of the next mountain where a plume of blue-gray smoke curled over the treeline.

“That doesn’t look like the train station,” Chuck said dismally.

“Well, no,” Hans rubbed the back of his thick neck. “But maybe we can get better directions from whoever’s there?”

“I like the sound of that!” Greta announced. “As long as I get a shower and a fresh bed to sleep in. No offense, but you guys really made the tent smell like ‘boy’ last night!”

Chuck thought back to the wall of sweaty girl fumes that had barreled over him when he opened the tent last night. He was getting another dose of it now standing downwind of Greta on the mountainside. She should talk about body odor!

“I’m not sure about it,” Chuck said, furrowing his brow. “How do we know what’s over there? Who’s living this far out in the middle of nowhere? I say let’s backtrack and hitch our way home from the rave site.”

“Hmm… but that means another two days out in the woods, and we are already low on vater.” Hans said through his accent. “We’re also on our last scrap of bread.”

Chuck scowled. Hans was the one who had been stuffing his face, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind him the whole way.

“Oh no! I’m not spending another night in a tent if there’s a house with a roof nearby,” Greta elbowed her way past Hans and began hiking down the hill in the direction of the smoke.

“Are you guys coming or not?” She called over her shoulder.

“Ladies first!” Hans chuckled. Even his laugh sounded German.

Greta shot the two men a sidelong look and continued to strut towards the distant house. Hans followed about ten yards behind while Chuck reluctantly took up the rear. He could see Hans leering at Greta’s ass all the way down.

That jerk! He was the only reason they were in this life-or-death situation, and now all he could do was crack jokes and ogle Greta’s backside?

Chuck fumed, ready to smack the big oaf’s grin off, but settled for watching Greta’s ass instead.

One lonely, overgrown path led up the mountain to the secluded homestead. By the time the travelers had reached the clearing near the top, it was already mid-afternoon. Chuck and the two others, exhausted and delirious from the hike, stumbled into an open field, crowned with a red farmhouse and yellow cottage lined with manicured patches of lavender and carnations. Smoke drifted out the chimney in lazy billows, carrying a savory flavor.

“Fuck yes! We made it!” Greta said, bracing herself against her knees and breathing deeply. Hans, glistening with sweat, leaned his arm against a tree while Chuck collapsed onto the ground, pinned down by the giant backpack.

“Do…do we just go in, or knock? What do they even speak out here anyway?” Chuck wheezed.

“Between the three of us, we know German and English,” said Hans. “That should be enough to talk to most people around here.”

“And you have something that never fails,” Greta said, tossing her hair and putting an extra sway into her curvy hips as she sashayed up the field towards the cottage. “Doesn’t matter what language you speak, nobody says ‘nein’ to a pretty girl in distress. Watch and learn boys,” Greta shook her chest and adjusted her tits mid-step as she bounced up to the front door. “You’re about to get a free lesson in shameless manipulation.”

Before Greta could turn around, the oak door of the cottage opened. Greta darted forward and came face to cleavage with the most arresting pair of boobs she’d ever seen.

“Hello there, dearies! Are you poor things lost?”

From the shadow of the doorway emerged a tall woman with black, shoulder-length hair, and a radiant smile. A dark, low-cut dress clung to her hourglass figure and miraculously hefted up her forty-inch bust. Her skin was creamy pale and she studied the ragged travelers through wide, sultry eyes. At a glance, Chuck would have said the woman was anywhere in her late thirties to early fifties but her thick, toned body begged to differ.

“Well, are you all going to just stand there, or would you like to come in and rest a spell?” She giggled. She had a slight accent that Chuck couldn’t place, maybe East German or Romanian.

“Ah hah! Guten tag! Sorry for trespassing, but we were trying to find our way to the train station,” Hans finally spoke up.

“The train station? Ah, so you are lost, after all!” The woman brought her slender fingers to her mouth, squishing her breasts together with her arms. “The train is miles away over the mountains!” She pointed back over the same mountains they had just climbed over.

“Great! Way to navigate, Hans!” Chuck griped.

“Sheiste! We’ve been hiking for three days already,” Hans muttered as he glared at the distant mountains.

“Three days! Goodness! No wonder you three are so…dazed and confused.” The woman shifted her dark eyes over to Greta who was still staring pop-eyed at the mysterious woman’s chest.

“Are you okay, darling?” She asked.

“Huh? y-YEAH! I’m fine! Sorry, I’m just a little out of it…Mrs..erh…Ms…?”

“Frauline…Frauline Zauber, but please, call me Annelie,” Annelie flashed a sweet smile. Greta vacantly smiled back. Chuck also caught himself wearing a silly grin for this disarming woman.

“Ahem, Frauline Annelie,” Hans stepped forward. “Do you have a phone maybe, or any wifi service so we can call for help? We were supposed to be home days ago.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, meine lieblings,” Annelie pouted her dark red-violet lips. “I live.. what’s the expression?...off the grid, out here by myself. I don’t have any phone service, and the nearest hotel is almost as far as the train station. Maybe I could give you a ride in the hay?”

“Uh…beg pardon?” Chuck cocked his head.

“Yes! In my wagon with my little mule. Every month, I ride my hay cart into the village, about half a day’s journey from here. You can find someone with a phone or a car there, maybe?”

“Oh, well sure! That would be great. If it’s not a bother,” Hans said. Both his and Chuck’s eyes drifted toward the strange necklace sitting on top of Annelie’s bust. It was hard to see from a distance, some kind of bell, but the gold material flashed in the light catching their eyes.

“No bother at all, sweetie,” Annelie cooed. “But it’s too late today. We’ll have to start early tomorrow morning. I have a few beds inside, and there’s room in the hay loft. Why don’t you come in and let me cook you all a nice supper?”

“Food?” Greta’s eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! We’re starving!”

“Oh, you must be, you poor things. I have a nice rack of lamb on the spit inside and a potato casserole in the oven. I was worried it might go to waste. Can’t you smell it cooking?”

At once, the heavenly aroma of savory sweet food invaded Chuck’s nose, making his mouth water and his stomach growl. The two others took a deep, pleasant sniff. Greta practically moaned with hunger.

“I can see you are hungry!” Annelie chuckled, making her breasts shake. “Come inside, my dears. I will take good care of you.”

The curvy woman turned around and walked back into her house, her round hips swaying back and forth with each step. The three lost hikers glanced at each other.

Hans raised his blond eyebrows. “Should we trust this woman?”

“What? Like we have a choice? There’s no way I’m spending another night out in the woods without at least a home-cooked meal!” Greta said as she made her way to the entrance.

Chuck threw Hans a look.

“I’ll take my chances,” said Chuck. “Anyway, I wouldn’t mind a closer look at this woman’s rack…of lamb! Rack of lamb, I meant.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly and the two of them stepped cautiously into the homestead.

Chuck wasn’t sure exactly what he was expecting from the reclusive woman’s house, but he certainly wasn’t expecting a large foyer with exquisitely carved furniture, plush fur rugs, and an array of artisanal knick-knacks hanging off the wall. The cottage was surprisingly spacious, with a large den and a dining room adjacent to the kitchen.

“There’s a bathroom upstairs, lovelies!” Annelie called from the kitchen. “I’m sure you’d like to wash up before dinner. Help yourselves!”

Greta threw the boys a silent cry of exhilaration and then all but charged her way into the neat bathroom and drew the shower curtain. Chuck put his bag down near the kitchen and after twenty minutes of awkward waiting, headed into the bathroom next.

He stripped off his dirty, sweat-stained clothes and luxuriated in the warm stream of the shower for a few minutes before washing himself off and stepping out. Glancing around the bathroom, Chuck was mildly surprised to see some of the décor this farm lady kept in her house. The bathtub was an old clawfoot tub but each of the supporting legs was replaced with a beautifully carved marble statue of a naked woman. Not only that, he noticed that each statue was undeniably buxom and facing out with rapturous expressions on their stone faces, posing as if they were enjoying the warm water from the bath faucet on a very intimate level.

The more he looked, the more small, evocative carvings popped out at him, from planters, to the sink faucet, even the door knobs. Chuck’s first impression was that their host had a strange body obsession, but the more he looked at the different suggestive figurines, the more his eyes lingered on the enticing curves and sensual body language of the statues. He must have zoned out for a few minutes before he heard Annelie’s voice from the floor below.

“Dinner’s served! Come and get it!”

Chuck shook his head and moved downstairs.

A grand oakwood table sat in the middle of the dining room already set with platters of summer vegetables, baskets of fresh rolls, and a meaty side of lamb in the middle. Greta was already sitting down in one of the wooden chairs, gazing excitedly at the food. Chuck and Hans took their seats as Annelie came out with a casserole dish.

“Please, help yourselves! There’s some gravy in the gravy boat over there. Would anyone care for some wine?”

She placed the casserole dish on the table as the trio began scooping portions of food onto their plates with gusto. Annelie floated to the wine cabinet and pulled out a dark bottle that she held in her slender fingers. Each of the hungry travelers lifted an empty glass as their host made her way around the table, filling up their glasses. Chuck tried to be polite but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the deep cleavage Annelie waved in front of his face as she poured the wine, her golden cowbell necklace nestled snugly at the top.

“This is absolutely wonderful,” Hans said, raising his glass. “To our generous hostess, Prost!”

“To meeting new friends,” Annelie returned, raising her own glass. “Prost!”

Chuck downed his wine and the three half-starved hikers began stuffing their faces with the rich food. It must have been the best food he had for years. Each bite made the next spoonful taste even better. Greta and Hans were similarly inhaling plate after plate of the incredible supper. Annelie, by contrast, barely ate anything, just a few scraps of lamb as she nursed her small glass of wine. Chuck also found that the more he ate, the more his eyes kept drifting to the contours of Annelie’s incredible bust. Greta and Hans were also having trouble keeping their eyes off Annelie as she casually leaned back in her chair at the head of the table, ever so slightly shifting in place, letting her tits wobble back and forth under her dress. Chuck thought he saw a strange smile creep across Annelie’s luscious lips, but his head was feeling warm and fuzzy, and the light gleaming off her necklace made it hard to concentrate on anything.

“My, you are a group of hungry travelers,” Annelie said, twirling her wine glass around her fingers. “So why are you all in such a hurry to get back home?”

“Oh…well…I have a job and…and…” Hans seemed to have trouble putting his words together. His head was lolling left and right, even as his eyes stayed glued to Annelie’s tits. “…and…I should…check in….uh….”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll understand,” Annelie said, letting her fingers absently play with her necklace. “It’s summertime after all. Vacation time. Time to relax. Just relax, Hans, and give yourself a chance to take a little vacation…”

Annelie leaned towards, her cleavage plunging in front of Hans who leered openly.

“Yeah… that sounds niiiiccee…” Hans slurred.

“I…I feel kinda funny,” Greta said, blinking her eyes. “Wh-why is it so…hard to think…?”

“Because you’re so tired, of course!” Annelie said as she unclasped her necklace, holding it by the chain and letting the sparkling bell twist and sway in front of her glorious cleavage. Three pairs of eyes swiveled to the necklace like magnets. “And you should be! Walking so far through the woods? Scarfing down my big, tasty supper? That would be enough to make anyone sleepy … sleepy and drowsy…”

Chuck’s eyes began to droop as he listened to Annelie’s silky voice. Something seemed weird about how she was talking, but he couldn’t muster the willpower to care.

“And you, dear Greta, have an extra weight to carry. Well, two of them, isn’t that right?”

Annelie’s eyes glanced down suggestively at Greta’s chest, her perky c-cups barely contained by her stretchy tube top.

“Those boobs of yours must tire you out, their weight constantly bouncing and shifting with each step. It can be so exhausting. After all, I should know…”

Chuck’s heart skipped a beat as Annelie reached down her top with her free hand, and lifted out a massive tit, letting it flop out into the air and then hefted up the other one. She leaned back, luxuriously, still letting her necklace twist in front of her now bare breasts as they shifted and bounced with her every breath. Her rack was incredible. Giant mounds of creamy, wobbling flesh topped off by two dark nipples. She bounced one of her tits with a playful smile. Chuck’s brain went completely numb.

“I have my own big weights to carry around all day. Sometimes I get so sleepy and tired holding them up all the time. And you can’t deny they are distracting to look at, ya? Sometimes I just find myself gazing into my mirror topless, letting my mind drift with the bouncing of my boobies.”

Annelie giggled, letting her chest shake up and down. The three dazed travelers laughed softly along with her, their minds tethered to her astounding rack.

“Don’t you agree, Greta?” Annelie said placing her necklace down on the table. She slowly stood up and stalked over to Greta who sat mesmerized by Annelie’s tits. “You have such nice, perky boobies, too. You should let them out for us. There’s no reason to hide beauty here.”

“I…I…I…I don’t flash…my…my…” Greta stuttered as Annelie hooked her slender finger down Greta’s top and gently pulled down.

“Your…boobs?” Annelie prompted. Greta’s smooth, round tits popped out of her top. Greta hardly reacted, suddenly overwhelmed with the captivating woman’s breasts that dwarfed her own. “You’ve never admired your titties in the mirror, just wondering how amazing they look when they bounce, when they sway? Can’t you imagine all the boys, maybe some girls, all getting hypnotized by your fantastic tits?”

“Yyyyyeeaaahh…hypnotized…” Greta echoed. Annelie took the younger woman’s wrists and guided her hands to her chest, coaxing Greta to squeeze and grope her own tits.

“Oh my! What fun perky titties you have, dear,” Annelie said with a leer. “Just look at them. Look at your boobs, dearie. Watch them as you play with them. Look at your stiff, pink little nipples. So sensitive and needy. Just watch as you play with your boobs. Nothing else matters now. Just zoning out, feeling good, and playing with your pretty, hypnotic tits.”

Greta squished and bounced her breasts in her hands, her eyes glued down to her nipples. A vapid smile crossed her face as she lost herself to the sensation. Annelie smiled, leaving Greta to entertain herself while she turned back to the boys. Hans and Chuck were both staring open-mouthed at the display.

“Wh-what did you do to her?” Hans mumbled sleepily.

“Me? I haven’t done anything. The sweet thing is just entertaining herself with her young body. Isn’t it just so enticing to watch?”

Chuck nodded his head, his eyes wide as saucers, as he ogled Greta rolling her breasts around in her hands. Hans valiantly tried to resist.

“Something’s not right…You…did something to us…drugged us…or…”

Annelie smiled motherly at Hans and sauntered to his chair, her massive rack bouncing back and forth.

“Now, now…Hans, was it?” She hefted her impossible breasts in her hands and waved them an inch in front of Hans’ eyes. His head bobbled unsteadily. “Don’t get anxious…you’re too tired for that…just follow my nipples…with your eyes…you can trust me…getting sleepy as you follow my nipples…my boobies make you sleepy…two big bouncy boobies to make you sleepy…sleeeeeeepy…sleepy…”

Annelie’s hand slithered around Han’s neck and gently coaxed his head closer and closer until she finally smothered his face in her cleavage. Hans tried to struggle, his arms flailing around while he moaned feebly into Annelie’s chest. Annelie only kept his face pressed into her cleavage, her tits sealing him in a warm wall of flesh.

“Yessss…just sleep now…too hard to struggle…Annelie’s boobs always make you sleep…you always got to sleep for my boobs…”

Like magic, Han suddenly went limp, his arms drooping at his sides and his body melting into her voluptuous frame.

“That’s it, honey. So much better. Not so stubborn anymore, are we? Just sleepy, happy, and docile for Annelie.”

She pushed Hans away from her tits and leaned him back on his chair. The six-foot German was passed out with a big lopsided grin on his face, looking like he was lost in the sweetest dream of his life. Annelie kissed him sweetly on the cheek and he laughed softly through his fugue.

Chuck stared at the whole display with his mouth stupidly hanging open. He knew he should be shocked, terrified really, about what this strange, busty woman was doing to them. But his brain just felt lost in a fog, a fog that only got thicker the more he watched Annelie’s creamy breasts. Annelie stalked over to the other side of the table, pausing next to Greta who was still lost staring down at her perky tits.

Annelie waved her hand slowly in front of her face.

“Sleeeeep” She commanded.

Greta’s eyes closed as her head slumped forward.

Blinking awake from a daze, Chuck suddenly realized that Annelie was standing over him, looking down with an evil grin.

“Your turn,” she whispered as she lifted her breasts, the sweet, feminine smell of her skin invading his nose. He tried to fight, but his eyes slid down to the incredible tits bouncing slowly in his face. It was like those two breasts had their own gravity, beckoning Chuck to fall forward into oblivion. He teetered on his chair like a drunkard before he felt the smallest push on the back of his head. His face drifted down, his mind getting darker and darker until he met two pillows of soft, springy flesh humming in Annelie’s voice.

With a heavy sigh, his mind sank into a helpless slumber.