“Now go buy me a sandwich”

Finally, you come over and start shooing the boys away: “Okay that’s enough, time to go bother someone else. Go find your ladyfriend I think she went that way.”

The boys let out a disappointed chorus, and reluctantly let go of the woman’s breasts, who immediately wraps her arms around herself and gets up off the ground. Then, with final longing looks at the large, thong-clad lady who was their plaything, they begin running off into an alleyway in search of Sammie, or one of the other ladies.

“That was horrid. You disgust me..” she grumbles at you.

“Maybe. But that perky tummy of yours is reminding me I’m getting hungry.” She shifts a hand downward to cover her stomach. The other one can barely prevent her tits from spilling out.

You point in the direction of the street. “Go buy me a loaf of bread to eat. Here’s some cash.” You flip her a gold coin, forcing her to momentarily stop cupping her boobs to catch it. A flicker of shocked realization passes her face: “Y-you mean wearing just this?”

“I can lighten your burden even further for you if you’d like”

She groans, looks at the coin in her fingers, and then awkwardly shuffles off towards a bakery on the corner, where her arrival is met with gasps and whistles, and she shamefacedly gets in line behind a couple other customers while clutching her breasts for dear life. The longer she stands in line and the bigger the group of onlookers gets, the further she sinks her neck into her shoulders and tries to bury her face into her chest.

Finally she gets to the front of the line to buy the bread, and has to deal with the oggling baker as he holds out the loaf behind the counter, only narrowly far enough to reach. Everyone, including you, looks on eagerly while the woman hovers over the counter trying to extend her hand to the bread, as her tits begin to slip from her grasp and her buttocks are pointed outwards twirling about. With a final grunt of exertion she snatches it from his hand, retreats back over the counter, and speedwalks back to you to push the bread up against your chest.

“Here’s your meal.”