Olaf, the landlord

Natalie opened the door just a peek to see her fat and balding landlord, Olaf standing in the hallway with his arms crossed and a big frown on his face.

"Oh! Hey Olaf!" Natalie chirped. She swing the door open, slamming it into her boobs hard. She gasped in surprise, but quickly recovered, sliding from behind the door to face him properly. She didn't notice one of her tits was making a break for it, so her pink aereolae was peeking out of the cups of her bra.

Olaf noticed right away, as well as everything else about Natalie. His scowl quickly disappeared, which surprised Natalie considering he'd never looked or spoken to her without sneering. Natalie briefly forgot her wish about making men love and adore her, and was clueless when Olaf began to smile at her, like she was a child or cute animal.

"Olaf?" She asked, noticing his eyes falling to her breasts and staying there. She snapped her fingers in his face, slightly concerned the pervert was having a stroke. "Olaf, is everything okay?"

He snapped out of his trance and beamed at her. "Natalie, yes! It is so good to see you!" He said. He spread his arms and embraced her in a warm and most certainly unwelcome hug, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes as her door closed behind her. He held her close squishing her jugs against his fat chest. He inhaled sharply taking a big whiff of whatever scent the genie had doused Natalie in.

She chuckled politely, but pushed Olaf away once she felt his erection on her thigh. Briefly looking down, she could see the beastly thing growing down the thigh of his sweatpants. She ignored the wet spot growing there. "What's going on?" Natalie asked, still very confused.

"Oh, ah, not much, really. Your downstairs neighbors claimed to hear loud booming noises and wanted me to look into it. Though I am quite sure they are mistaken, eh?" Olaf winked, chumming up to her.

Natalie remembered the genie's vanishing act was a bit loud, but there was no way she could tell that to Olaf. "Oh, sorry. I must've been playing my music too loud again."

"Ah, I see." Olaf shook his head in mock disappointment, eyes rolling back to her tits. His still increasing boner was making it difficult for the middle-aged man to think of anything besides sex and every moment it became harder not to start dry-humping Natalie right there. "I'm sorry to say, but I will have o write you up again."

Natalie's polite smile dropped. "No, please! I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I promise." She knew this was her second warning and a third one might actually get her evicted from her apartment. She bit her lip nervously, trying to show Olaf just how sorry she was, but his attention was only on her tits that were on the verge of popping out right in his face.

He grinned greedily, hoping to manipulate the poor girl. "You're a very sweet girl, Natalie. I would hate to write you up. Maybe we could make an arrangement..."

Although Natalie's physical appearance had changed drastically, she was still the naive and innocent girl she was before mentally, so she didn't understand what Olaf was getting at at first.

"What can I do, Olaf? I want to resolve this and quickly as possible." She said sternly, standing straight and giving a generous view of her bulging breasts.

Olaf clapped his hands together. "Good, good! We can settle this very quickly inside your apartment. We make loud booming noises of our own, okay? Then I forget write-up."

Natalie frowned. "What?!"