2. Adjusting Greta

The gentle clink of porcelain rang through the warm dream Greta was having and she winked open her eyes. Bright sunlight poured through the floral drapes of the windows as someone set a bed tray down on the nightstand next to her. Greta furrowed her brow when she realized the person waiting on her was Chuck, wearing a frilly lace maid’s apron and absolutely nothing underneath.

She could also see his raging boner bouncing with every step, stiff as a rail.

“Chuck?” She asked groggily, lifting her hand to her scalp.

Chuck whipped around, nearly taking out Greta’s eye.

“Greta? You’re awake? Like, really, actually awake?” He said.

“Uhm…yeah. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m bringing you breakfast!” Chuck waved his hands at the plate holding two round buns with cream dotting the tops. On the side was a tall glass of creamy milk. Greta’s mind whirled. Why didn’t her friend have any inkling that he was strutting around naked and hard? Chuck just smiled back at her obliviously.

“It’s great to see you up and talking!” He said, chipperly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well, usually I just bring you the food and you just kind of sit there, kinda half asleep. I just let you eat. It looked like you were having a really nice dream.”

“How…how long was I out?” she asked. She glanced down and nearly jumped when she realized she was sitting in bed wearing only her flimsy bra and a pair of panties. What had happened to her clothes?

“About three or four days, I think,” said Chuck.

“What?! Three or four days? Where’s Hans? I thought we were only stopping for the night. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Chuck tried to think, his face twisting with effort.

“Huh. I guess I just never thought to…I mean, I remember us wanting to leave…”

DING!

A bell sounded from down the hall. Chuck immediately stood to attention, his cock pointing straight forward.

“Uh…sorry Greta! I…I have some chores to do…and….mmmNNNffff!” Chuck finished with a grunt. “I’ll check in on you later…gotta go!”

Greta got a nice view of Chuck’s tight butt as he skipped away down the hall. He reappeared a few seconds later pushing a broom across the hallway floor, his hands squeezing and pumping the handle lasciviously. She could hear his labored breathing as he shuffled away.

‘Well! Aren’t we looking refreshed today?” Annelie’s voice drifted into the room.

Greta propped herself up on her elbows as Annelie sauntered into the bedroom, her black hair splashing over the clean, white, lowcut top she was wearing. Her hips, wrapped in tight denim, shook with every step sending a tremor up her body that jiggled her bouncy rack and her golden necklace.

“Coming around just in time for breakfast, I see?” Annelie smiled radiantly.

The sight of Annelie’s sweet face and gigantic tits suddenly conjured a slew of memories in Greta’s mind.

“Wait…you! You drugged us, or something at dinner the other night!” She wanted to get out of bed but wasn’t interested in exposing herself in her underwear to this strange person. “What the hell did you do to Chuck? And where’s Hans?”

“Now, now. No need to get all worked up,” she said, her voice a silky purr. Her fingers inched up to the golden chain, twisting the small, glittering bell at the top of her cleavage. “Your friends are safe. Your friends are happy. Hans is in the other room, dozing away in dreamland. Chuck is fine. He’s just helping me with a few chores around the house. Trust me, he’s having a very fun time with it.”

Greta glanced past the curvy woman to see Chuck working the broom across the floor with undue vigor. His breath came hard and fast and his cock pulsed and throbbed with every sweep.

“Okay. I guess I can’t argue with that,” Greta admitted. “But…but we were supposed to head into town and get a lift to the train station! Why am I still in bed? What’s going on?”

“Shh….shhshhshh,” Annelie leaned herself forward, spilling more cleavage in front of Greta’s eyes as the golden bell started swinging from side to side. “Soon, mien liebling, soon. But I think you must be hungry for breakfast first.”

The swinging bell invaded Greta’s sight and she let her eyes be led by the compelling motion of the little bauble. Every time she tried to look away, her gaze would get stuck in Annelie’s warm, dark cleavage only to again get distracted by the swinging bell.

“I think you’re very hungry. Can’t you just smell the lovely food? Doesn’t it make your mouth water? You’ve been wandering through the woods for so long, no wonder you’re tired and hungry. You can just try one teeny tiny bite…”

“I…I…” Greta knew she had to leave. She had to stop watching the compelling swing of the shiny, golden bell. She had to keep her eyes from falling into those massive, heavy breasts.

“I don’t know…” she said, sheepishly.

Annelie bounced her bauble against the swell of her right breast, shaking and shimming with the motion, and then reached down for one of the cream-filled buns. She wafted it slowly in front of Greta’s face, drawing her gaze.

“Just a teeny, tiny, little bite? Doesn’t it look so tasty and yummy?”

Greta felt her mouth watering. She followed the shiny glaze coating of the bun and heard her stomach growl. She really was hungry, and the cream smelt so fresh, and tasty, and good…

Annelie watched with a smug smile as Greta opened her mouth, reaching out for the creamy center of the bun, her eyes helplessly chained to the tasty morsel. She leaned in closer, her mouth opening wider.

In an instant, Greta’s eyes snapped open.

“Mmm! No! This is what you did at dinner! You put drugs in the food and fucked with us! I’m getting out of here –!"

Before Greta could free herself from the soft blankets, Annelie whipped down the front of her dress, popping her heavy breasts free. Greta froze, stunned by the incredible view of the woman’s plump boobs topped with rosy nipples. Just like two juicy strawberries on a beautiful marble cake.

‘SLEEP!” Annelie commanded. Greta’s eyes slammed shut and she fell face-first into the luscious boobs. “Good…Sleep…sssssslleeeeeeeeeepppp…”

The older woman rocked Greta’s head back and forth in her cleavage. “That’s right…straight down to slumberland…so sweet and happy…just a happy dream of big boobies…”

Annelie smiled as she felt Greta moan in her chest. She carefully let Greta’s head sink back onto the goose feather pillow, a serene, blissful smile on her face.

“My, you are a stubborn one!” She remarked to the sleeping girl. “Well, that’s fine. We’ll just have to try something different for you.”

She plucked up her golden bell and gave it a quick, decisive flick with her other hand.

DING!

“Chuck, honey, come here for a moment, won’t you?” She called.

Heavy, thumping footsteps preceded Chuck’s arrival at the door.

“Yes, Mistress? How may I servvvveeee….” Chuck trailed off as saw Annelie’s two, round tits. His eyes immediately closed and his head drooped down, falling instantly asleep on his feet. Annelie rolled her eyes but didn’t bother covering up her bust.

“Okay then, Chuck. Sleeping with your eyes open now. Eyes open and listening to your Mistress while staying deeeeply asleeeep…that’s better.”

Chuck lifted his head and opened his eyes, glazed and unseeing. Annelie held her arms open wide.

“Undress me, servant.” She commanded.

Chuck wasted no time undoing the rest of Annelie’s blouse and sliding it off her toned shoulders. He obediently loosened the thin leather belt around her pants before pulling them over her curvy hips. Finally, he slid off the lacy black panties revealing Annelie’s neatly trimmed bush. The fragrant musk of her snatch tickled Chuck’s nose, but he hardly reacted, except for the extra twitch in his cock that was bouncing along, firm and erect.

“Good, my little worker bee,” Annelie said, luxuriating in the fresh morning air. “Now I want you to kneel down here, near the end of the bed. Watch my fingers now.”

Chuck sank to his knees as Annelie’s neatly manicured hands started circling gently over the crotch of Greta’s panties.

“Take these off her.”

Chuck eagerly obliged, then went back to following Annelie’s fingers as they caressed small, teasing circles over Greta’s glistening pink pussy topped with strawberry blond hair. Greta moaned softly in her sleep as her slit grew slippery and moist.

“Can you smell that yummy scent, Chuck?” asked Annelie. She gently waved her two fingers under Chuck’s nose, flooding his head with the scent of Greta’s arousal. “It smells so delicious. You just want to let your mouth come forward. Closer…closer…that’s it.”

Annelie lured Chuck’s face closer and closer to Greta’s wet pussy, his eyes wide and glassy. She let one of her fingers gently trace the rim of his lips.

“Tongue out, now,” she commanded as she guided his head into Greta’s muff. “There, nice and steady and soft now. Just enjoy the yummy treat and keep licking. Just like that. Not too fast. Keep going until I stop you.”

Leaving Chuck to tend to Greta’s pussy, Annelie got up and swung her thigh over Greta’s waist, pinning the woman down while treating Chuck to a stunning view of her ass. Greta was already squirming and moaning under the relentless barrage of Chuck’s tongue. Annelie grabbed her by both wrists and then lowered her upper body over Greta, pressing her weight on top of the helpless girl and letting her marvelous breasts envelop her head.

With just barely enough space to breathe, Annelie kept the girl pinned under her alabaster body as Chuck continued to steadily lap at her cunt.

“Mmmmm…listen to my voice Greta. Feel the lovely tongue tickling your sweet pussy. So wonderful, isn’t it? Wonderful like my nice warm boobies, ya?”

“Mmmhmmmmm…” Greta sighed from the depths of Anneilie’s cleavage.

“How do you feel right now, Greta?”

Greta mumbled from her trance. “Gooood….haaaappy….hooorny…”

“Good, dearie,” Annelie said. She ran the tips of her fingers slowly, teasingly down the exposed skin of Greta’s sides. The girl moaned in simultaneous frustration and perverse satisfaction as Annelie held her captive with her body. Her pussy was on fire. “You love feeling this way. You love it whenever you hear my voice. Whenever you see my breasts. You’ll feel happy, horny, helpless…won’t you, dear?”

“Yeessss….breasts make me happy… mmmmm horny….”

“Good…in fact, you’ll feel so happy, horny, and helpless that you’ll just do whatever I tell you, won’t you dear?” Annelie massaged her pillowy bust into Greta’s face a little harder. “So happy to listen to what I tell you…Makes you horny and sleepy whenever you hear my voice…Feels so good to just follow my words, doesn’t it feel good?”

Greta squirmed meekly under Annelie’s weight as Chuck’s tongue continued to spiral her up to cascading heights of pleasure. Her brain was a symphony of arousal, euphoria, and boobies with Annelie’s deep sultry voice conducting it all. She had to listen to this incredible woman smothering her with her giant, bouncy tits.

“Mmmm….yes, it feels so good, Greta. You will feel this rush of arousal and sleepy helplessness whenever you hear my voice….whenever you see my big boobs…say it, baby. Say you’ll listen to me.”

“I…oh!....I will listen to you…”

“Say you’ll obey me.”

“I….I will…obey you!”

“Say my boobs make you horny and helpless.”

“Oh! OhGod! Your….your boobs make me horny….and helpleessssss….”

Annelie chuckled to herself as she watched the young woman absolutely lose her mind, completely at the mercy of Chuck’s mouth and Annelie’s tits.

“Good girl…let yourself cum now.”

Greta’s shouts echoed down the hall as she broke into a mind-shattering orgasm. Chuck barely registered the flood of pussy juice that rushed out of Greta’s vulva even as he dutifully kept up his steady strokes with his tongue. Annelie laughed and shimmied her gorgeous chest in Greta’s face, gently battering the woman’s brain between her cleavage as she swam through the best cum she ever had in her life.

When she finally felt Greta’s body go limp in surrender, she rolled off the bed and turned to Chuck.

“Good boy, Chuck. Time for a break. You earned it. Go sit on the love seat over there and take a little nap.” She dangled her bare breasts in front of his eyes for a second. “Just take a nice, refreshing nap. You’re so tired and just want to sleeeeeep.”

Chuck smiled vacantly, his chin wet with Greta’s cum, and sauntered over to the love seat where he quickly passed out, sound asleep, with his raging cock sticking straight up in the air.

Annelie gave her two new toys a breather for a few minutes. She daintily fetched a washcloth and wiped off Chuck’s mouth and Greta’s crotch. The girl was also passed out, asleep, with the largest grin resting on her face.  

Annelie lifted the gold necklace off her slender neck and let the small, glittery cowbell hover over Greta’s face.

“Open your eyes now, Greta. Eyes opening now, but still asleep…lost in the sweetest dream…just watching the pretty bell now…”

Greta’s eyes slowly popped open and began swaying back and forth with the cowbell.

“Good…so happy and agreeable now, aren’t you?”

“…yyesss…” Greta sighed with a smile.

“Feeling so good…sit up now,” commanded Annelie.

Greta propped herself up with her elbows and sat against the bed board. Her hypnotic captor continued to hold Greta’s eyes with the swinging cowbell.

“You’re so hungry now…Be a good girl and eat your breakfast.”

“…yess…”

“Say ‘yes, Mistress’.”

“…yes, Mistress.” Greta droned.

Annelie placed the sweet bun in her hand and watched gleefully as Greta scarfed down every bite. When she was done, Greta placed another bun in her hand. The dazed girl happily munched away, her head fuzzy and dizzy. When Annelie lifted the creamy glass of milk to her lips, Greta couldn’t resist gulping it down.

“Yes, Greta…You like my special magic potion, yes? This will make you so easy and compliant from now on. And that’s not even the best part! You’re going to start to fill out…in all the right places.”

Greta could hardly begin to understand what Annelie was saying. All she knew was that the milk was making her sleepy and drowsy. Her hand drifted up to the strap of her bra. Why did she suddenly feel so tight up there? Before she could think any further about it, Annelie’s golden bell drifted in front of her eyes, drawing her gaze to the older woman’s naked breasts. Greta giggled even as she dropped into a deep sound sleep.

Greta woke feeling fuzzy, drowsy, but undeniably happy. She stretched languorously in her bed before staggering to her feet. She shook her head as she dimly realized something was different. Instead of the cozy cottage bedroom, her room looked like it had been slapped together with plywood and cheap nails. A strange, feathery texture made her look down as she scrunched her face up in confusion.

Why was the floor covered in straw?

Her bed was different too, now a simple cot with a few threadbare bed sheets. Her confusion gave way to concern and she began searching the room for any kind of exit. Why was it so much harder to move her body?

Finally, Greta’s eyes wandered to a large window placed in one of the plywood walls. She wandered closer and then froze in her tracks.

Looking back at her from the other side of the window were two of the plumpest, juiciest tits she had ever seen! They wobbled back and forth on a girl’s smooth frame captivating Greta’s eyes. The gentle sway of the round, bouncy tits fascinated her and her brain floated away on a cloud of lust.

So mesmerized was she by the delicious rack that Greta never bothered to look up at the face of the busty girl in the window. The tits completely dominated her mind, filling up her imagination with nothing but soft pillowy flesh. She wished she could have tits as arresting as these. Without thinking, Greta’s hand wandered up to her own breasts. She blinked as she realized for the first time that she was naked and completely exposed. Giggling stupidly, she watched the girl in the window copy her hand and start tweaking her nipples in time with Greta. She opened her eyes wide as another hand snaked up to her chest. Great automatically grabbed both her breasts, mindlessly copying the girl in the window.

Time stopped for Greta as she moaned happily, playing with her boobs as she ogled the pretty girl in the window. Whatever thoughts Greta had since waking up in the strange room had completely vanished from her mind, replaced with lustful daydreams of her lovely, sensitive breasts. With each squeeze and bounce, she could feel her bust swell up fuller and fuller as her mind got smaller and smaller.    

Behind her, a door opened. Someone walked in and set a metal pail down in front of her. Two hands did something to the window containing the magical, bouncy breasts and began to move them lower. Greta dropped lower too, her eyes tethered to the sight of the massive boobs. A hand slid under her own, fondling and groping her tits with her. The delicious sensation made her chuckle softly as the hand slipped into her cleavage and around the underside of her boob.

She gasped as another hand appeared on her right breast and squeezed its way down to her nipple. The hand cupping her on the left followed suit and the Greta felt her pulse race at the feeling of two hands squeezing and pinching her nipples. They rolled their fingers down her areolae, squeezing in alternation, bombarding Greta’s brain with bursts of pleasure hitting left and right and left and right. The rhythm picked up, each squeeze just a little more forceful. Greta started panting, her whole body igniting as she watched two luscious boobs getting milked on a girl that looked just like her.

A jolt of pleasure shot out from her tit and straight up to her brain, wiping away her thoughts and memories. A small, white-hot jet of liquid pleasure jumped out of her nipple and landed in the pail with a clang. She brayed as another jet of cream erupted from her other breast before dropping into the pail. Greta’s eyes crossed as the two hands expertly, rapturously milked her tits, squeezing out squirt after squirt of the warm, rich cream. Each pulse felt like another orgasm rocking her body. Her mind dissolved in a storm of unending arousal. She only stared ahead wide-eyed while grunting with every jolt of pleasure. Greta squeezed her thighs together as her arousal surged, getting so close to erupting. She bit her lip as the pleasure grew and grew while the hands on her tits relentlessly milked her harder and harder.

Then, in one glorious explosion, she came with a thunderous shout.

“OOOOhhmmmmmmmmmoooo!”

The hands continued their work, summoning another orgasm.

“Mmmmooooo!!” She yelled.

More squeezes. More milk. More cumming.

“Moo! Moo! Moo! Moooooo!!”

If Greta was at all disturbed that her vocabulary had shrunk to a single barnyard noise, she certainly didn’t show it.

Chuck smiled in mild amusement to hear Greta moo like a cow as he expertly cupped and milked her breasts. He looked over to the mirror adorning the wall so he could see Greta’s vacant gaze as she stared mindlessly at her reflection, fascinated by her own tits. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her miraculously augmented bazongas himself. Greta had only been out for a day since the Mistress made her eat her special buns and put her sneaky commands in her ear, and already Greta’s body was responding, overflowing with rich, creamy, white milk.

Chuck had to admit the whole process was making him excited as well. No matter how many times he edged himself cleaning the house and doing his chores, he just never seemed to be able to get himself to cum, and the pressure was beginning to get to him. In spite of his scruples, he kept glancing down at Greta’s exposed ass and pussy while he licked his lips.

Finally, the bucket was full, and Chuck ceased his squeezing and milking. Greta just continued to gawk at her chest in the mirror as her breasts swayed back and forth with her slightest movement, mooing softly to herself. He decided to test the waters.

“Greta? Can you hear me?”

“Mm…mmm…moo…” she replied with a spaced-out smile on her face. Chuck waved his hand in front of her face to no reaction. Taking a quick peek out of the door, Chuck tip-toed to her back, his cock raging hard. He sumptuously ran his hands down the curve of her hips and thighs, eliciting more pleasurable moans from the dazzled girl. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Chuck pointed his cock at Greta’s glistening pussy and thrust forward.

In an instant, Chuck’s prick deflated leaving him pushing rope against Greta’s backside. He cursed and stepped backward. The sight of Greta’s round hips immediately pumped up his cock to full attention and made his balls ache with need. He stepped forward again, trying desperately to slip the head of his cock into her slick cunt. Again, his penis dropped dead between his legs.

“Sonuvabitch!” Chuck growled.

“Uh-oh, is my little farm hand getting frisky with the livestock?” Annelie’s teasing voice drifted in from the doorway. Chuck jumped so hard his balls slapped against his legs.

“Ah, Mistress! I was just…uh…giving Greta a quick massage. Y’know, to take the strain off her back now that she’s got…uhm…a heavier load.”

Annelie smirked as she plopped her hands on her hips. “Don’t be ashamed. You’ve been pent up for a long time now. Cleaning and doing my chores for me. Getting all worked up. It’s understandable you’d want some action with your girlfriend there.”

Chuck furrowed his brow. He didn’t really think of Greta so much as his girlfriend right now. She was more like…well, like a pet.

Mistress’s pet.

“I…I just got really hot milking her. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“I’ll bet you are sorry,” said Annelie, glancing down at Chuck’s half-erect cock. “Looks like my little failsafe I gave you did the trick. You won’t be able to get your prick closer than an inch away from my sweet, new cow without it going limp as a noodle. But don’t worry, honey.”

Annelie began to fiddle with her bell necklace. Chuck’s cock jumped back to iron hard.

“I can give you all the relief you need. You’re such a hard worker for me. Getting so hard, working yourself up now. Always at my beck and call….”

Chuck’s eyes went wide as saucers as he followed the golden bell twist around and around Annelie’s slender fingers. His prick swelled up stiff in front of him and he followed its lead, slowly walking forward toward his mistress.

Annelie dangled her necklace between Chuck’s eyes and her tits, letting the gold bell trace spirals in the air as his eyes struggled to follow. His cock was nearly purple.

“Good Chuck,” Annelie said softly. Suddenly a wicked grin crossed her face and her hand hooked into her neckline.

“Sleeeeeeeeppp…” Annelie yanked down her dress, popping her enormous girls free. Chuck’s face opened once in betrayed shock before succumbing to Annelie’s hypnotic bust and falling asleep on his feet.

“Unfortunately, you still have to be punished,” she gloated. Quick as a snake, Annelie’s hand shot out and wrapped around Chuck’s shaft. She tugged him forward, ignoring his gasps of agonized rapture. She undulated her fist around his cock, using her first and second fingers to caress his balls.

“You will spend the rest of the day polishing every one of my statues around the house. Every time you polish them, you will feel like you are rubbing your prick with the silkiest warm cream you ever felt. You will go delirious with pleasure, but you will not cum, even once. And I clear?”

Chuck nodded his head while he panted like a dog.

“Good. Now, off to work,” she cooed sweetly as she led him to the door by his shaft and sent him off. Entranced, he marched into the house with a giant grin on his face and a boner between his legs. Annelie turned back to Greta who was sleepily still gazing at her tits in the mirror.

“Boobs make you happy,” Annelie whispered into Greta’s ear. “Tits make you horny. Breasts make you sleepy. So silly and dumb for boobies.”

Annelie cupped Greta’s breasts, and the girl giggled stupidly as she watched the older woman’s hand jiggle her breasts back and forth for her in the mirror.

“Just a sleepy, horny, dumb cow,” she said softly to Greta.

With an effort, Annelie pulled Greta by the hand to lead her out of the small stable and into the fresh air. Grass tickled her feet and she blinked in the bright sunlight. The older woman guided her by the hand as Greta followed along docilely. They passed a sanded wooden gate that opened into a lush, enclosed field. 

As Greta’s eyes adjusted, her jaw dropped and her brain swirled back down to her pussy. In the field in front of her wandered dozens of women. Women of every race and color, all walking around naked and each one busty as hell. If she could have pulled her eyes off of the menagerie of tits in front of her, she would have seen that the ladies were helplessly fascinated with each other’s chests, everyone ogling and fondling each other with vacant grins and blank eyes. 

“Time to go out with the other heifers, honey,” Annelie said, giving her a gentle pat on her butt. “You go enjoy yourself. Meanwhile, I should go check on how my new bull is turning out.”