Ellen was waiting for some time before the farmer came back with some more hay, somewhat fearing what the farmer would do to her.
The farmer smiled lecherously as he started to undo Ellen's top, licking his lips. "I think you would look a lot better with bigger tits, huh girlie?"
Of course, Ellen couldn't answer, but that was how the farmer wanted it. Ellen watched in annoyance as the farmer continued to stuff more and more hay into Ellen's top until he finally finished, straining her clothing to close it up again.
"Now that looks a lot better" he said as he lifted Ellen up and she got a fast look at herself in a mirror. She felt weird, it was very much like the hay put inside her felt like her own body, and she wasn't sure how she felt about having the feeling of breasts the size of basketballs.
Still, all she could do was look as the farmer started to slide his dick into the hay around where her pussy would be if she was real. He began thrusting inside of her, turning himself on, and causing Ellen's body to shake.
It turned out that Ellen's body didn't get turned on, although Ellen wasn't sure how to feel about that either. Some time later, when the farmer had cummed inside her and finished cleaning up, he looked at Ellen gave her another smile, much like the one he had given her when he had filled her breasts.
Ellen could only watch as the farmer started to push more hay up under her top so that when Ellen got another look at herself she looked like a vary buxom and very pregnant scarecrow.
The farmer then took Ellen back out into the field and put her back on the pole.