Thomas Takes On The Twin Peaks

• Commissioned by Brady Y

He walked up to the manor, a black satchel in one as he had his free hand out to knock… but after a short pause, he lowered his fist and sighed. He gave himself a couple of smacks to his cheeks, ensuring his full alertness. “Come now, Thomas, come now… you can handle this.” he muttered under his breath, trying to psyche himself up.

Once upon a time, Thomas was an adventurer… albeit not a particularly successful one. He hung up his sword after but a few months, and sought what he felt was a ‘real job’. While he still maintained his physique from those days, now he was but a bureaucrat… a consummate professional for sure, one that had handled plenty of dicey cases. This one, though… this one was complicated.

After all, he’d never had to deal with the lord of an entire territory before… or, in this case, the lady of an entire territory...

Thomas had never met Lady Auphemia, though like anyone else in the region, he’d certainly heard the name. He’d also heard second-hand stories from those that had been in meetings with her. Still in her early 30s, she was considered to be exceptionally young for being in her position, let alone the fact that she was female… very few women got to the standing she held in those olden days. Combine that with her, well, crudeness and frankness in the way she spoke, spurring quotes that sounded nothing like any politician Thomas had ever heard of, and she always seemed like such a… unique choice, to put it bluntly.

But despite early skepticism, no one could deny she had done an exceptional job for Stansted, the region she’d been presiding over for the past few years. The local economy had been booming, during a time where so many others seemed to be in a slump, and general morale and wellbeing seemed an all-time high for the area. Her attempts at establishing relations with neighboring regions had gone swimmingly as well, as apparently she was much more charming in person than she seemed just from reading off things she’d said. 

Thomas wasn’t certain how that came to be, really, but that was far from his pay grade. And at that point in his life, that was more or less all he was concerned about. When he heard the rumor that Lady Auphemia herself might’ve been guilty of federal infractions pertaining to owning exotic animals, he jumped on it for no other reason than the potential promotion that could come with working such a case.

However, as he stood at the doorstep, nerves began to creep in… taking on such a big name was easier said than done, and depending on the severity of what he found out, it could put him at the forefront of quite the incident. Could he deal with all that notoriety…? The scandal of it all…? 

Lady Auphemia was known for being quite popular with those she ruled over as well, more than just about anyone else in her position. If he did something that had even the slightest potential of jeopardizing her authority, that could make going through any village in that region troublesome for him…

After some consideration, he actually gave up, muttering to himself, “No… no, I think I’ll just pass this along...”

Thomas turned around and was just starting to walk away when the heard the creak of a door. He stopped, frozen on the stoop, as it opened and someone walked out. Just then, he felt two enormous, soft, round orbs smoosh up against his back and actually push him a step forward, nearly taking him off-balance.

Behind him, he heard a woman with a surly voice remark, “The fuck…? Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was out here. Who are you?”

He turned around to face her… but he couldn’t even make eye contact, as his line of sight quickly lowered. His mouth was agape, the satchel comically falling from his hand… the man was openly gasping as he uttered, “Wh-what the hell?!”

His eyes were zeroed in on her breasts… because, you see, one thing that somehow had slipped him by in what he’d learned of the lordess up to that point, likely just because it wasn’t exactly an appropriate thing to bring up in bureaucracy meetings, is that Lady Auphemia had perhaps the single largest pair of tits in the world in her day.

Long before the advent of breast enhancement that we’ve come to know and love, there she stood, with two breasts that were each larger than Thomas’ head… and of course they were shown off lovingly by her outfit, with a cleavage that seemed to go on forever. From the most minor of impacts with his back, they were still jiggling and bouncing madly, even with how snugly constrained they seemed to be in her black minidress. 

It took him a long time to even comprehend any other detail about her other than her otherwordly endowment. But she indeed wore a black minidress that actually looked more like a corset on her, with brown and white patterns on either outer side of her titanic tits. A huge dark red, puffy, ruffled skirt went down to her knees. She wore purple leggings that seeped up her shapely legs and disappeared past the hem of her skirt, contrasting with the long black armbands that went up to her shoulders, each adorned with golden bracelets just beneath the elbows. She stood in black stiletto heels, her hair an extremely dark purple, almost looking jet black, styled in thick pigtails that went down to her waist. Large blue eyes were studying Thomas’ frame, and her somewhat world weary expression belied her youthful, beautiful face.

There was plenty that stood out on her, but the man before her couldn’t take in a single bit of it, her breasts were so overwhelmingly large, they seemed to take up his entire field of vision. He was so stunned, he couldn’t even think to show his usual politeness or tact, speaking quite frankly as he grumbled, “Dear God, they’re incredible...”

“Thanks, I worked hard on them.” she casually replied, her face not showing an ounce of offense nor surprise. In fact she barely had a reaction to this at all. Though, again, Thomas was absolutely not noticing that in the moment. The woman folded her arms under her breasts, but did nothing to hide them or try and make him avert his gaze. She just patiently stood there for a good few moments and let him gawk. 

After about a full minute of honest-to-God just ogling her breasts, Thomas was finally able to slowly lift his glazed over gaze up to meet her eyes. It took him a few seconds to gather his thoughts though.

The lady waved her hand slowly in front of his face. “Hello? You there? Doing okay? Had your fill now…?”

Thomas took a few more moments to rapidly blink until he felt aware enough to ask, “L-Lady Auphemia…?”

“In the flesh, and a whole lot of it!” she swiftly replied, as if she’d spent some time rehearsing that line. 

“I… I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” he began.

She quickly cut him off. “I can answer that for you: My gargantuan tits came over you. And don’t worry about it, it happens literally all the time. I’ve never really minded it, and I’m sure as hell used to it by now… frankly, if the day ever comes where they fail to entrance a man, I’d be a lot more upset by that.”

“Uh… y-yeah, well I um...” he began, but trailed off, as he fought with his own willpower to try and avoid staring at them again, struggling to main eye contact.

As though she didn’t notice, she continued, “That said, I do have things to do, I was actually on my way to talk to a Vassal of mine about some shitty slave labor allegations… but uh, if you came for eye candy, I’ve got a set of maids in there with tits almost as big as mine, you can make yourself at home and stare all you want.”

He’d heard she was nothing like you’d think someone in her place would be, but this was so far beyond his expectation that he could barely comprehend what she was saying. “I-I’m sorry, a-a set of maids…? With...”

“Tits the size of watermelons, each one. We actually compared to make sure.” she stated, matter-of-factly. “If you don’t wanna make a mess of your clothes, you’re allowed to take them off in there. If you cum, just make sure you let the head maid know where. She’s got long black hair, answers to ‘Sejna’, speaks all proper and whatnot, tidy as fuck which is cool for a maid I guess. She’ll have it cleaned up in a hurry. ”

Thomas’ jaw dropped at the casual obscenity of this meeting. “Th-that… what in the world are you…?”

“Now uh, if you’re looking for a little more than just a show… you’ll have to setup an appointment.” she informed him, with a little wink. “If you’re one of my featured guests, they’ll basically do anything you ask of them. It’s their job and they all agreed to it, so don’t feel bad. But uh, I have to know you’re coming and tell them about you first, so… otherwise, best not to touch if you don’t want to get hurt. Anyway, yeah, have fun, I gotta dash.”

He began to interject but as she turned and stepped past him, his eyes were immediately drawn to the deep bounce and jiggle of her unbelievable breasts and it took his breath away for a moment. She was several strides away before he got his voice back. He yelled out, “H-Hey, wait a minute! I didn’t come for any of that, I came on official business!”

She stopped and turned her head towards him. “What kind of business…? Who are you anyway? Probably should’ve asked already...”

“M-My name is Thomas, and I’m employed with the Inter-Regional Bureaucracy...” he stammered. 

“A sexier title, I’ve never heard.” she mumbled to herself as she turned around to face him, her tits swinging with the sudden move which of course got his full attention for another few lingering moments. “So, what brings you here?”

“I… I have an… um… I forget.” he muttered blankly, his focus entirely lost as he gazed deeply into her immaculate cleavage. The distance between them was the only reason he was even able to speak in that moment.

“Well, maybe you’ll remember by the time I get back...” she mused. “I really do gotta get going, but by all means, stick around.”

“I… I...” he stuttered. “W-Wait… uh… you said… those maids would do anything your guests want?”

She nodded and smirked. “Absolutely. If you’re interested we can talk something out and get you in good with them as early as this evening...”

“N-No, that’s… I’m not… no.” he stammered, blushing. “I just… can’t help but ask: what kind of place is this, exactly? Wh-what is it that you’re trying to do here…?”

Lady Auphemia chuckled, and even that caused a noticeable ripple of her womanly chest. “...I’m the lordess of this region, and that’s my manor you’re talking about. So uh, I guess you can say I’m doing whatever the flying fuck I want in there. Heheheh...”

She shrugged, causing another massive bounce, before turning and walking off, leaving him with that thought. Thomas could now quite easily understand her charming ways… who could be blamed for trying to get on her good side?

But with her Godly bosoms out of view, his mind was allowed to return to suspicion. If she was so casually doing something this illicit in her own home, illegally keeping strange beasts around certainly didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility, and he’d just remembered that was why he came there. He opted to take her up on her offer and went inside, to see if he could find any evidence on the matter.

However, the moment he stepped inside and was greeted by a row of five maids, all in tight, revealing pink outfits and, true to her word, all freakishly endowed to the point of almost measuring up to Lady Auphemia’s own mighty bra cups, the very much taken aback Thomas knew right away that he was not getting even a little bit of productive work done whilst he was in that manor. 

So, after an hour of getting his fill of the view and, as the Lady stated earlier, ‘making a mess’ a few times, he stumbled back outside, wholly content on his wobbly legs, an enormous smile plastered on his face. 

Still, despite his indulgence, he wasn’t giving up on this case. If he couldn’t do any work inside the manor, he could atleast see what he might could find on the outside. And so he began circling around the large mansion, scouring the grass for clues like a true detective. It was slightly above his usual paygrade but something about the scenario was reminding him of his more energetic, active days as an adventurer… it felt nice. 

Or maybe it was just that he’d encountered by far the six biggest pairs of tits he’d ever seen in the span of minutes and it’d empowered him with newfound testosterone… actually, no, that was definitely it. 

Either way, his search turned up very little until he got to the very back of the large mansion, towards it’s leftmost corner. Upon close inspection, he realized that there was a part of the grass that looked, for lack of a better term, fake… a large circular indentation was noticeable as well, one that did not look natural.

Kneeling down and putting his hands to it, he found that it was actually the lid to a hidden hatch… beneath it, was a long drop into an underground area, individual rungs of a ladder buried into the side going all the way into darkness.

His heart began to pound as he stared into the abyss… now THIS was starting to make him feel like he was living the old dream again. Hesitantly, he took the lengthy climb down, shocked at just how far beneath the surface it went. For a time, he was climbing down in absolute darkness, but eventually light came to him again as he made his way to the bottom. As he stepped out, he began to hear the noises… incensed scratches and guttural snarls… some of them, a little familiar to him…

And then he saw them, there behind cages. One after another… they were monsters. Some vaguely humanoid but crossed with other species, some scaley and walking around on six legs… all of them some shade of horrific, each of them unmistakably a spawn from hell. He was stunned… these creatures were once commonplace but in the past year sightings had become rare to the point of rumored extinction.

To see so many of them gathered in one place, suffice to say, raised some questions… so Thomas went deeper and found what seemed to be some sort of alchemist’s lab. As he scanned the beakers and test tubes, and glanced at the large tubs of mysterious liquid, one of which saw a monster, seemingly in a fetal stage, behind a glass. A chill ran down his spine as he came the only conclusion he could think of.

Lady Auphemia was crafting artificial monsters…for what purpose? He could only assume the worst… if these beasts could be controlled by her, she could well be building an army with which to dominate the neighboring regions and expand her power!

His fists tightened… and he threw down his suit before making the climb back up, at a far more brisk pace than on the way down. Something seemed to burn behind his eyes… for as much as he cared about his career, he knew in his heart that this was no place for sanctions or red tape. It was time to do something that mattered.

So as quickly as he could, he went home to retrieve a few things that he never thought he’d have to use again…

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Later that night…

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Sword and shield in hand, and wearing a suit of armor that he was frankly proud to see still fit him well enough, Thomas snuck around through the darkness, back to the manor. Quietly, he put up a ladder he’d taken with him against the manor wall. He was a disappointed to find it didn’t go all the way to the top of the building, but climbed it anyway, finishing the ascent with a less-than-graceful but effective leap, struggling but managing to pull himself up to the ledge atop the first floor

He treked around the ledge quietly, peering into the window of every room he came across… they were all quite dark inside of course, but he managed to make out various figures lying in their beds… each with unmistakable large twin mound protrusions. But none of them were the biggest… not until he got to the very back. 

His heart skipped a beat as he saw them again, even entirely covered up by the blanket they were a stunning sight to be sure. Nonetheless, he had to focus, as he quietly, stealthily shimmied open the window and looked to slink in undetected. 

Of course, he was holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other… he’d misplaced his sheath and shield strap so he had to just carry them both with him directly. The result, is that he was a little less than graceful upon entry… which is to say he fell directly onto the floor, with a quite loud thud.

Before he even picked his head up off the floor, the light of the lamp switched on and Lady Auphemia’s sleepy voice rang out. “Alright, who is it this time…? You get one good peek before I…” she trailed off with a brief yawn. “...boobbump you off the roof… I swear if it’s Warrick again, I will have your nuts in a jar...”

Out of sorts, Thomas scrambled to his feet and held his sword aloft and towards her… until he realized he was somehow holding it backwards, clutching the blade end to point the hilt at the weary lordess as she looked on blankly, her head barely even peeking over the covers. Embarrassed, he quickly shuffled it around to where he was holding it correctly and yelled, “I-It’s me, Auphemia! And I haven’t come for your incomparable tits… I have come to slay you for the good of our world!”

“That’s nice.” she answered with a yawn as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “But I asked who you were and I don’t know anyone named ‘me’, buddy...”

“I-It’s Thomas...” he muttered, lowering his sword as his whole body seemed to slump indignantly. “We just met this morning!”

“If you say so...” she sighed. 

“Uh… look! I know what you’re doing! Underground, in all those cages… you don’t just have exotic beasts, you have monsters! Creatures the ilk of which the devil himself used to plague this world with!” he yelled, finally getting her to show a little alertness in her expression. “You’re creating these monsters yourself, isn’t that right?! To what end, I do not know… but it cannot be good, and I cannot let it transpire! For the good of this and every region of this world… I must vanquish you.”

After a lengthy pause, she sighed. “I see… so you found out my secret and now you got a hard-on for killing me. Don’t suppose you’d care to hear an explanation…?”

“There is nothing you could say that could excuse this, foul wench.” he snarled. 

“Well, I DO have good reason, but I won’t dispute being a foul wench...” she shrugged. “If you really wanna slay me, that’s fine, just let me get out of bed first...”

He kept his blade trained on her, watching intently as she slid sluggishly out from under the covers and came to stand beside the bed. What he saw next, he was not prepared for…

Thomas could hardly control himself around Auphemia in her usual attire, but now… she was in nothing but a (very undersized!) bra and panties, each black and neither leaving much to the imagination. Her entire body was lithe and supple, with shapely, defined legs leading up to full, smooth hips, but there was no ignoring those breasts for anything. Never in even his wildest of fantasies had he seen that much titflesh in his life, and as she stood, they swung gently upwards… just that motion alone was enough to have them jiggling and rippling endlessly…

The warrior-turned-bureaucrat-turned-warrior was simply not ready. His jaw dropped to the floor and then, so too did his sword. If not for his shield’s handle being hooked around his limpening hand, it would’ve fallen as well. The only thing that did not fall, and in fact rose, was his cock as he broke a personal record for quickest time getting erect. 

“Oh… guess you changed your mind. Funny that…” she smirked, as she slowly stepped over towards him, letting him gape openly as he gazed at her impossibly huge and nearly bared breasts, bouncing massively with every step. His hands trembled, his knees shook… they held a power over him he couldn’t comprehend. 

“Y-Y-You, uh, u-uh I-I...” he stuttered mindlessly. He’d immediately forgotten why he had come… he couldn’t think straight, or even think at all. His mind was consumed by Lady Auphemia’s enormous tits. 

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before...” she joked. “It’s a shame. You’re a pretty cute dude, and you seem to have a decent cock down there… I wouldn’t have minded giving you a show, maybe even let you have a squeeze… have a little fun with you.”

She inched closer, until finally her breasts were pressing up against his chest. Thomas gasped and seized as he felt his dick lurching… if she just stayed in that position long enough it’s likely he’d have cum in his pants, just from that contact alone. Gazing down at her breasts as they were that damn close to his face, pressed together and pushed into his body, letting him feel their remarkable softness even through the platemail armor… he’d been around the block, but next to her, he might as well have been a virgin.

“Too bad...” she cooed, as she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I REALLY hate being woken up...”

With that, she drove forward, letting her breasts push him back until he slammed against the wall, this jarring his shield away from him, leaving him fully unarmed. The impact surprised him and the shove certainly took him off-balance, causing him to slide a little bit down the wall when she took a step back. But that was nothing compared to the impact he was about to feel.

Lady Auphemia, with a simple twist of her torso, sent the side of her immense left breast hurdling towards him until it smacked viciously against his right cheek. The force was shocking, not even close to what one would expect… for as soft and cushiony and jiggly as her supple tits were, when she swung them, the heavy weight came into play and they smashed brutally into anything that was in the way. 

As if slugged across the temple by a trained boxer, Thomas dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor, his body going limp for a moment. It took the stunned man a a few seconds to register the fact that he’d just been violently snapped out of a trance, as well as the pain that’d just been inflicted on him. Finally it hit him with a lengthy, pained cry just as she reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to his feet, but keeping him hunched over so that he was eye-level with her tits.

“These girls are real sweet most of the time…” Auphemia declared, shaking her unbelievable breasts right in front of his face, forcing him to watch as they tauntingly swayed to and fro. “...but you’re about to see what bad bitches they can be.”

With another twist of her torso, this time she sent the right side of her right breast into his left cheek and this shot would’ve undoubtedly dropped him as well if not for her firm grip on his hair. She repeated this motion back and forth, using her tits to slap him silly, back and forth, back and forth… by the time she ceased, he was groggy, uncertain of where he was… all he knew is that a massive, beautiful pair of tits were kicking his ass.

Auphemia swapped methods, grabbing him by the shoulders instead as she pushed him up against the wall. With a feminine grunt, she drove her chest forward, and for a split-second Thomas could see in slow motion as her remarkable tits rushed towards his face like the large headlights of  an oncoming train… before smashing right into him, engulfing his head entirely. 

Never had he been hit that hard by anything, let alone a pair of breasts… and then, she reared back and did it again, and again, her overpowering, oversized tits crashing hard against him time and again, with the crude Lady’s grunts increasing in volume with every repetition. 

Besides sheer mass, there was no explaining the remarkable force, nay, the power that she held in her incredible endowment, atleast not for the hapless victim she had in her midsts now. Thomas was so helpless to her breasts, she could’ve kept it up indefinitely, but eventually she seemed to bore of the punishment and stepped away, letting him fall meekly to the floor. 

She again crossed her arms beneath her gargantuan breasts, propping them up as she studied his beleaguered face. Thomas was clearly shellshocked and ripe to be finished off, all too vulnerable. Rolling her eyes at the severe ease of this, she grumbled, “Fuckin’ asshat… you already went ahead and woke me, the least you could do is make it worth my time… get up before I crush your skull between my tits.”

Thomas was able to shake off some of his dizziness, enough to hear that very violent and yet casual threat. Finally, the attacks put him in actual battle mode as he jumped to his feet and dashed towards her… but sadly, he still hadn’t gotten his bearings back and he stumbled… he was actually about to land facefirst in her tits, but she opted to sidestep him and let him plummet to the floor instead.

“Come on now, if you want more time with ‘em, you gotta make it more subtle than THAT...” she chuckled.

As he pushed himself up off the floor, trying to hide his blushing, he noticed his sword and shield still lying there. Hastily, he grabbed for them and turned to her, looking to plunge his sword right into the heart of the self-professed foul wench. But that proved to be aiming much too close to her main weapons, as with a simple twist, she managed to swing her tits into the broadside of the blade, and hit it with enough force to knock it out of his hand.

Comically, it sailed through the open window and just kept going, landing in the garden outside. Thomas was aghast as he could only watch as that happened. Slowly, he turned his head to the smirking Auphemia. 

“What… how…?” he stammered.

“Big Titty Martial Arts… named it myself.” she proudly declared. “And if you’d like another demonstration...”

She railed off as she leapt up surprisingly high into the air, her breasts nearly grazing the ceiling as she performed a very necessary backflip, Auphemia proceeded to come down at an arc, her boobs aiming right for Thomas’ head again.

He was certain a strike like that from those boobs would absolutely crush his skull just as she’d threatened. So he swiftly hoisted up his shield to protect himself, and her titanic tits smashed down against the solid marble plating instead.

To Thomas’ bewilderment, the shield proceeded to shatter right before his eyes, unable to withstand the impact of those overwhelming breasts. It’d been obliterated, and he was now basically just holding a handle, with small chunks of marble sticking out of each side… he sunk to his knees, realizing swiftly just how hopeless this ‘fight’ was for him. 

“N-No… that’s… not possible...” he shuddered as he lifelessly let the handle slide out of his hand. 

“Tough titties.” Auphemia shrugged. She then reached down and grabbed him by the chin, again forcing him up to his feet. He was absolutely bewildered to the point of offering little resistance, the fight momentarily leaving him. 

His lack of will when things got too dicey was perhaps part of why he retired from the adventuring gig so quickly…

That said, Lady Auphemia was quick to bring him back to reality, as she performed a unique maneuver, turning her side to him and bending over, before performing a twirl that saw her behemoth breasts swing up right into his gut, pounding into him like a wrecking ball to his abdomen. 

This forced all the air from his lungs in a dramatic wheeze as it doubled him over. The fantastically well-endowed lordess proceeded to grab her own breasts and - with some effort! - lift them up as high as they could go as she leaned over Thomas, and then simply dropped them, letting their colossal weight smash into the back of his head. This was enough to bring him right back down to the floor. 

“You ever feel like maaaaaybe you’ve made a mistake?” she remarked, as she lorded over his body, walking over so as to stand with a foot to either of his sides. “Because most that cross me seem to come to that realization right around the time my tits snap their spine...”

With that, she leapt up and then just dropped down onto him, landing breasts-first into the small of his back, causing his whole body to buckle drastically. They bore into his back and he quickly realized that was no exaggeration… it was only through sheer luck that his back wasn’t snapped in two by the force.

She got up to her feet and again yawned as she casually stretched, perhaps mockingly working her own back as he writhed in his fresh new stinging pain. Though, to be fair, it’s likely her lower back genuinely did need a lot of stretching…

“So uh, hey, this worked out well for you, huh?” she cracked. “Sure you don’t wanna stop fighting and talk this out…? I’m only a little mad at you now, a big titty beatdown always soothes me...”

“NNnngggghnothing you can s-say… to j-justify… what you’re doing...” he hissed. “Nnnngghoh God my back… c-can’t feel m-my face...”

“Right. Well by all means, get back up and I’ll be happy to titsmack some more sense into you.” Auphemia explained as she began to gently fondle her immaculate breasts, her hands looking quite small against them. “Honestly, it’s been a bit since the girls have gotten a good workout anyway. And, I mean, this isn’t one, you’re kind of a huge pussy, but it’s nice to swing ‘em around a little anyway.”

Thomas eventually managed to pick himself up, after a few staggers. He wearily put his fists up as he shambled over towards her. She just stood there and waited patiently for his next move. She couldn’t have taken him any less seriously, she couldn’t have possibly regarded him as any less of a threat. 

Thomas took a swing at her, and she literally yawned as she sidestepped it. He threw a flurry and she ducked and evaded his jabs with ease. He grunted and growled, “Stay still!” as he let fire another wild punch.

She obliged… standing perfectly still as his fist struck her left tit and promptly bounced right off. “Wh-what…?!” he asked, aghast, trying to ignore how nice and soft it felt for the brief instant of contact. Unwilling to accept this result, he repeated this, sending a punch to each of her breasts, only to find it happening again, his hands flying off of her tits on impact.

“Bouncy, aren’t they…?” she asked with a smirk as her nearly bared, massive mammaries jiggled before his stunned eyes. “You should try the underside, get ‘em with a few uppercuts… that’s where they’re at their most sensitive.”

Why she would give him any genuine advice is anyone’s guess, but he was a little too floored to think about that. He followed her word to the letter, aiming a pair of uppercuts at her tits, catching each of them one by one at the bottom. The result, saw her showing no pain whatsoever as her breasts began to bounce up and down so intensely that Thomas gasped at the sight, staggering backwards, his knees trembling. 

“Heheheheh, gotcha… the girls like to jump.” she chuckled. “And funny thing is… so do I~”

With that, she began to hop up and down, letting her enormous tits bounce and jiggle and sway all the more… the bounding motion of her smooth, soft flesh was more than he could handle, he actually fell to his knees as he found himself overcome with lust, a longing groan escaping his lips. 

She giggled at his plight and shrugged as the hopping ceased. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop… unless, of course, you begged me not to...”

“I… I...” he began, before shaking his head violently as if to ward away his unceasing attraction to her and her tits. Standing up off-balance, he yelled, “I will never… EVER beg to you! I will stop you…” 

With that, he charged towards her, brazenly crying out, “I will fight you, with pride and honor!”

“Mkay.” she replied as she proceeded to duck his punch, kneel down and thrust her chest solidly into his groin, letting her humongous tits smash against his entire genitals. Immediately he fell to a heap, clutching his nuts, tears falling from his eyes from the pain before he even hit the hardwood.

It wasn’t all bad… grazing against his massive erection for the briefest of instances was wonderful. But the utter crushing of his testicles made it a little hard to enjoy as he laid there, mewling in pathetic pain, his cock softening in his pants. 

“Thaaaat’s probably you out for the count, eh…?” she remarked with a smirk. “Seems like a really good time to give up, honestly...”

“N-N-N-Neverrr…!” he squeaked, his voice a high pitch. 

She openly cackled at this, her tits jiggling from that alone. “Ahhh… you’re fun, Timmy.”

He couldn’t believe how quickly and how badly this all had turned. Between his lack of self-control as it pertained to her tits, the utter ease with which she dispatched him and the ineffectiveness of all of his attacks, and the fact that she couldn’t even be bothered to remember his name let alone look at him as a threat, it couldn’t have been more humiliating. He found himself wishing he’d just stayed retired, as the day served as a grim reminder of why he hung up the sword to begin with… and now he doesn’t even know where the damn sword is!

His body had been brutalized, his face smashed, his back and gut still reeling intensely from the lone shots they’d taken, and now his balls were absolutely on fire as those incomparable breasts smashed into every square centimeter of them, squishing them under their heavy weight. 

Auphemia stood and waited for a few minutes, but he made no sign of getting back up. With a yawn, she remarked, “Okay, well go ahead wake me when you’re ready to finish this fight, or whatever this is...”

To his disbelief, she actually walked back over to her bed and slid underneath the covers. Within moments, she was actually asleep… Thomas was furious with this monumental disrespect, and wanted nothing more than to get up and brutalize her. Sadly, the pain was too intense… every movement just made it worse.

Twenty, then thirty minutes passed… the pain subsided ever so slowly. The humiliation only deepened with each passing second. Finally he managed to start crawling, tentatively, to the wall where he was able to pull himself up. Staggering, a hand still on his nuts, he trekked over to where Auphemia was snoozing soundly. He lifted his hand up and tried to send a brutal hammerfist down onto her face… but it came off more like a limp smack, as he failed to muster any strength.

It was enough to wake her though, as she dozily sat up, the covers sliding off her massive tits and they again became all Thomas could see for a moment. Amazingly, his cock sprang right back to life, before she even turned to face him. 

“Mmm… I had a dream I was pounding some loser with my tits… woke up to find out that it came true.” she joked, and he only found himself groaning pitifully in response. 

As she got out of bed, her tits again going wild with every movement, he found himself unable to break his sight away… and his resolve weakened yet again.

“I… m-must… fight…” he mumbled to himself. “B-B-But they’re… so… glorious…”

Auphemia chuckled and again gave her chest a light shake, allowing them to gently, but heavily sway. “Yannow, I’ll be honest… I kinda thought you’d just take the opportunity to run away in the night there. I sorta can’t believe that you actually wanted to stay and fight, with how badly you were getting beaten. Say whatever about you, but… can’t say that you don’t got some balls.”

She took a step closer to them and the bound of her breasts made his heart skip a beat, as he was fully entranced.

“I mean… you’re a total fucking wimp physically. And you’re barely man enough to even be in the same room as my tits… but you’ve got balls.” she continued. “Not particularly huge ones judging by that little lovebump, and according to my maid’s detailed description… and they’re probably halfway demolished after what my tits did to them anyway, so they’re even smaller now I’m sure. But… you got ‘em!”

It was perhaps best for his ego that he was too focused on her tits to hear anything she was saying. 

“So yannow what? Just for that… I’m going to give you a little treat. There’s no way you’ll be able to handle it, but I think it’ll be fun anyway...” she remarked.

Thomas was in complete awe as he saw her reach back and fidget frustratingly with the strap of her bra… he found himself repeatedly gasping, wondering if he was perhaps just seeing things… seeing what he wanted to see rather than reality. But after quite purposefully taking her time teasing him, she finally unlatched it… allowing her huge, yet still undersized bra to fall to the floor with an amusing thud.

Once again, Thomas fell to his knees at the heavenly, golden sight of her humongous breasts, utterly bare, gently spilling from the restrictive cups into bountiful freedom. The luscious, full, rounded breasts jiggled and kissed each other, forming a most natural cleavage, her rose colored nipples swiftly hardening from the cool night air breezing in through the still opened window… despite the darkness in the room, the magnificent tits seemed to shine as they bathed in the pale moonlight.

After a few seconds of gawking, gasping and stuttering, without even the slightest contact with his member, Thomas came in his pants and came hard, loudly howling and convulsing, again writhing on the floor, but this time out of pleasure instead of pain. Auphemia proudly smiled as she watched and listened, giving him time to cope with his newfound orgasm. He certainly was not used to cumming like that…

The entire time, no matter how he seized, his eyes never left her breasts, and they widened with shock as they bounced to and fro with her every step closer to him. With an unnecessarily rough kick, she put him onto his back. Without a word, she mounted him and to Thomas’ disbelief, began to smother him with her tits, pressing the enormous bare mounds right into his face, letting him feel the heavy mass of soft, feminine flesh…

They felt even better than they looked, and the moment they made such gentle contact, he immediately came again… Auphemia just chuckled as she pushed her tits down to smother him deeper, letting them brush and wash over him… he didn’t fight this at all, he couldn’t even think about it. His entire head was easily engulfed by them, and he felt like he was swimming in a sea of soft titflesh… they were his entire world, nay, his very existence…

And as this sensation resonated throughout his entire body, he came in his pants for a third time in as many minutes. At this, Auphemia started to laugh, as she leaned up, letting the dazed Thomas stare with glazed over eyes at her huge tits.

“Wow. I sure had you pegged as far as manhood goes. I mean, a lot of guys are quick with me, that’s just the curse of these girls… but you’re quick even by that standard. Most slow down by this point… heh.” she chuckled. “Sex with you would be such a joke… a pretty good one though.”

He didn’t respond… he could barely even hear her, he was in his own little, voluptuous world.

“Well…? Are we done here…?” she asked, a proud but subdued smirk.

“...I’m… your slave...” he muttered, having finally completely forgotten himself and his every motivation for being there.

She chuckled again, before swiftly correcting him. “Oh no… you’re not my slave… not yet. But if that’s what you want...”

Auphemia gazed into his eyes. “Look into my eyes… and you’ll see your every desire looking back at you.”

Her left eye glowed a bizarre yellow, and the already entranced man feel deeper into his lustful subconscious. His body, previously squirming with overwhelming delight, was completely still as she crawled down and peeled his pants away.

“My, my… what a mess. But atleast the soldier stands firm before his lordess...” she joked, poking at his still erect, if rather sloppy cock, though most of the cum stuck to the inside of his now ruined pants. Auphemia brought her tits up and gently rubbed the very top of them up against his very tender, sore testicles, bringing out a delighted gasp from the fallen Thomas. 

“Hmhmhm… don’t worry if they make your dick look tiny… they do that to everyone’s.” she laughed, as she crawled up and embraced his cock with her humongous breasts. His member entirely disappeared within her wondrous, soft, smooth flesh. The catatonic man buckled and howled at the overwhelming delight as she began to run her tits up and down his dick… every square inch of his genitals felt constant stimulation regardless of how she moved, but she nonetheless performed picture perfect paizuri on his penis, masterfully working his cock and happily letting him cum over and over, filling the inside of her mammoth mammaries with his seed.

What remained of his mind was lost, giving way to a tit-fueled madness… after an unprecedented tenth ejaculation, Auphemia crawled away from his overly satisfied member and again looked into his nigh on lifeless eyes. The yellow glow returned as she whispered, “Now… now you’re my slave, forever. But don’t worry… you’ll love your lifelong stay here… no doubt in my mind...”

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The rumors of misdoings regarding the ruler of the Stansted region had intensified recently. While no details seemed to emerge about the supposed illegally kept beasts, more surfaced about the bureaucrat that never came back after his investigation into the matter weeks ago. Some speculated that he had been killed, but more seemed to think he had been taken in by Lady Auphemia’s vaunted charms and was now her slave. 

Neither of those were acceptable, for someone in power, or anyone else, as far as the brave hero Alf was concerned. As he stood on the hill overlooking Auphemia’s Manor, gazing down at the building in question, he saw fit to rescue the man, should he still be alive, and put an end to any other criminality...