"Of course it is!"

Glenda frowned for a moment. "Well, the countess really had a lot to hide inside those fancy dresses. The girdle holding in the huge stomach...wow, that must have been a 'girdle of giant strength' to accomplish that! And those ruffled armor panties that pulled her hips in...." She turned away from the villagers and looked at Geraldine. "This must be really embarrassing for you, hmmm, being stripped and mocked by some villagers you think are beneath you?" Looking back to the crowd she said, "If there's one thing living with your farms has taught me, it's that big cows usually have big, floppy udders. Let's have a look."

"No!" cried Geraldine, "You can't! I won't let you!" Glenda cracked the whip. "I don't think you're in any position to be calling the shots. Holly?" "With pleasure!" said the peasant girl. The countess grabbed the bra cups and did everything she could to hold them in place, but they were no match for the sheep shears, and in no time, the bra straps fluttered to the ground next to the shredded girdle and ripped panties. But the cups were still in place, being held on with all her might.

"Get them off!" Glenda cracked the whip for emphasis. "Allow me!" Holly laughed, tickling the flanks of the larger woman with gusto. In no time, her hands had gone to her sides to protect herself, and the cups fell to the ground. "What!?" Glenda laughed. The royal advisor tried covering up, but it was no use.

"That's not what I expected at all. Somehow, they are small, but still sag!" Glenda was right. The reason the other woman was so concerned was that her bra had been padded to make her breasts seem larger and perkier. Now that they were out, everyone could see that they were flattish, but still somehow droopy, with huge saucer-like areolas. "I suspect they looked better ten or 15 years ago," a random villager chimed in.

"Alright, alright, haven't you humiliated me enough? Let me go, you little brat!" Geraldine spat.