Of course not, that's disgusting!

Natalie stepped forward, ready to give Olaf a piece of her mind. She was coming to terms with her new body and expected people to treat her a bit differently, but such a lewd suggestion shocked and appalled her. Did he really have no respect for her, now that she had a perfect pair of tits and lips made for skullfucking?

"Listen here, you!" Natalie scolded. She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow to look intimidating, and even pointed one of her well manicured nails at Olaf before tapping it against his chest.

As she did this, there was an almost cartoony bounce and Natalie quickly noticed that her left boob had bounced out of her shirt. Squeaking, Natalie gently held her boob in place with her right hand, trying (and failing) to hide her nipple. With her left hand she tugged at the fabric of her shirt that was bunched tightly beneath her jiggling breast. Her longer nails made it harder to grab hold and when she realized her bra cup was stuck as well, she had to try even harder, jerking her wrist in sporadically and causing her boobs to , much to Olaf's delight.

For the time being Natalie forgot all about scolding the old perv and struggled to get her enormous boob covered. As she grunted frustratingly, she could have sworn she heard the genie's creepy laugh again, but she blew it off. Finally with a big tug, the cloth came loose and it took both hands to yank it over her breast again, though her stiff nipple made it difficult. Eventually she managed to get her left boob contained in her bra and shirt. Still huffing and puffing from her minor ordeal, she prepared to launch into her rant again, but before she could start, her right tit made a break for it this time!

"What the fuck!?" Natalie exclaimed. If she didn't know better, she would've thought someone had intentionally pulled her top down, but there was no one around. At this point she was more frustrated with her jugs than the lecherous man, who was obviously enjoying the spectacle.

As Natalie struggled yet again to contain herself, the old man gently rubbed at his crotch, fondling himself and holding back low moans as Natalie once again held her boob in place and tugged her shirt up again. She lost her grip on her shirt a few times, and searched for that tight neckline that was slowly digging into the underside of her breast.
Her fingers pinched and tugged, and Natalie found her grunts turning into moans. She was unintentionally pressing her fingers against her nipple and rubbing, causing her cheeks to flush a deeper shade of red. Her bottom lip quivered a bit as she began to take pleasure in fondling herself, her situation with Olaf nearly forgotten, even as he practically dry humped himself in front of her.

Minutes later, Natalie's panties were growing damp, but she got herself completely contained and made sure both girls would stay in place. She collected herself and caught her breath, trying to clear her throat to cover any quiet moans that attempted to escape her lips. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Olaf, trying to act as if she hadn't just flashed him for an extended period.

"Olaf, I am not going to make 'loud noises' with you. Frankly, I'm a bit surprised that you would even ask me for something like that. You've gotta be old enough to my dad at least, and honestly, I think you are fat and gross and ugly," She told him matter of factly. After her boob fiasco, it was easy to take out her frustration on him and she felt proud to defend herself . "Quite honestly, I wouldn't touch you or your prick for all the money in the world. There's not a single you could offer that would change my mind,you pathetic little man. So take your write up and shove it up your ass, because I'd rather take that, than have to deal with your gross, misogynist comments!"

Olaf scoffed, his erection fading ever so slightly. He had no idea how to respond and instead waved his hands at her as if to send her away, and in fact turned to walk away mumbling. "Stupid bimbo whore jizz junkie. I'd have a better time with a blowup doll than some frigid bitch like you..."

Natalie ignored his nasty comments, proud to send the sleazebag away. She turned to face her door and grabbed the knob. She twisted it only to find it was locked!

Natalie sighed and began to pout again. Finding a genie was supposed to make life easier, right? But she had been miserable ever since she had met him. She jiggled the handle again, hoping maybe she'd somehow been turning it wrong, but it was most definitely locked. Natalie considered her options, but with her phone and keys inside the house, she knew she'd need a spare. Her eyes went wide and she gulped as she spied Olaf at the end of the hall. It was common knowledge that the landlord had spares for every apartment, but after her rude speech, she was going to have a hard time convincing him to help her.

But what choice did she have?