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Chapter 6
by Wulfblade
What does he suggest?
Walk the road and let people fondle your boobs
"..I suggest you start walking down the road and insist the next 100 adults fondle your boobs - for as long as they want of course"
Astrid's expression went blank for a few seconds, her eyes dull and grey before color and clarity returned to them. She shook off the sudden bout of dizziness, back to her senses - or so she presumed anyway. She was struck with a powerful intent, and she felt compelled and eager to follow it.
"Right.. yes of course, good idea." Astrid answered, in a slightly monotone voice. Almost immediately she dropped her crossbow to the grass, and fiddled at her sides to undo the straps of her leather breastplate, leaving it on the ground next to her weapon before approaching.
"Would you like to touch them?" Astrid asked, as she pulled her shirt up and let her tits roll out underneath, coming to rest directly in the man's gaze.
The man smiled gently in reply, "You're very kind dear, I'd love to", before his fingers dug into Astrid's exposed bosoms, kneeding them with an expert, perverted touch, spending a couple of minutes admiring Astrid's supple tits as Astrid kept standing there, lifting up her shirt and letting him have his way like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"I think that'll suffice, madam." he finally said, letting go after a final squeeze.
Astrid, again in a mildly robotic tone, "Okay, I better get going, I still have lots to do," before pulling her shirt back down, and taking off down the dusty road at a brisk pace. For the next 8 hours Astrid travelled down the road, stopping every passerby - men and women - pulling her shirt up and insisting they grope her until they got tired of it. Strangely she still reacted fiercely against anyone who tried anything else, like slipping their hand down her pants or pinching her ass, but then immediately directed them back to her ample bosom. She got to about 87 people before the charm faded, regaining her senses just as a stout young peasant lass was groping and practically milking her tits for all they were worth, looking on stupified for a few more seconds, before screaming loudly, slapping the hands away and frantically covering herself.
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