Busted, Malevolent Melons



Written by Septia.


You clutched the two ends of the batneck scarf in your hands, eyes lingering on the accordioned fabric, whilst feeling the brush of fine woven silk grace the nape of your neck. Your gaze then wandered forwards, into the mirror – a luxury object of polished metal and glass which painted an adorn of your form within the reaches of its frame. “Let me see…” Your hands set into motion: Arch, loop, through, flick, twist, arch… And there it was; the scarf laid folded perfectly, protruding in a dome of overlapping linnen, forming a fluffy bust of cloth, akin to the neck of a bat. A chill spread satisfaction down your spine, a small accomplishment still felt pleasant. 
	“Ghhrhgbn, how'd this, why would anybody… Gwrrr this stupid…” came a clatter of growls from the room below. Stepping down you bore witness to Chestnuts attempting to wrap her arms behind her back, the layers of dress and petticoat folded in snags as she stumbled through it. And in the melange of clothing her boobicles jostled with a strain of thread -Chhddnw- -Crrchht-. 
	You sighed. “Hey, hey, hold still. Deep breaths, it is just a dress.” 
	“Easy enough for you to say. You’re slim enough to fit down my cleavage, so strapping in to someclothes ain't a challenge.” 
	You mumble about how it would be more impressive to see someone who couldn't fit into Chestnuts's bust. 
	“What did yo-pppfngh-” -Thhwhng- you tightened the interwoven ribbons of bands at he back, aiding the gown to slot into place and compress your partner's midsection -Thhwnnngs- -Which in turn left the plump back-pains  to slot in place and… -Bbwwtnnwwnnngghs- Chestnuts's bazongass burgeoned up the cupping brassie), clamped jiggling flesh protruding upwards in a mountain range of rippling cleavage. 
	“Thought… Adilan would get clothes that fit us…” 
	You wound through the next loops and fastened the lower layer of dress to the upper, brushing it down so it fit Chestnuts's figure. “To my knowledge, this is the most buxom suit for your stature.” 
	“Here you made the noble life sound accommodating.” 
	“Did I? Suppose it is accommodating, once you learn how to fit in.” At fit, you tightened the knot -Cbbwtb- sending another quiver that jostled Chestnuts's rack like peaks of milky pudding on the deck of a storming ship..
	“Stop, stop,” she mumbled, and stepped forward, then turned around. Her boobs folded upwards by the brassiere of the dress to cradle her chin, smothering her pouting cheeks in her own tits. 
	You scoffed. 
	“Don't you dare…” Chestnuts grumbled. 
	“What? Looks to me like you fit fine into the upper crust.” 
	Chestnuts sighed. Her eyes trailed off, peering up towards the roof. 
	You followed her gaze, down to the couches and armchairs, carpets, tapestry, and the carved ceiling. All of it, needless luxury. 
	“I will inform Adilan about your clothes.” 
	“It doesn't fit anyway.” 
	“It is just for appearances, we've got to look the part to blend in,” then you adjusted your own attire, “Remember our story?” 
	“Adilan's story for us, you mean. About the backstory? I remember enough.” 
	“Then where's our land located?” 
	Chestnuts rolled her eyes, fidgeting to undo the knots at her back whilst her jugs jostled in the way of her face. “A plot of land outside of Slieth, Kettervale something.” 
	“And on Kettervale’s land there's something important, which is…” 
	“Could you, not?” she grumbled, twisting and turning with about as much struggle to get out of the clothes. 
	She glanced at you with a gesture to her back. 
	You folded your arms. “Since when have you had trouble blending in?” 
	“Is this blending in?” she questioned. “Feels more like we just, are, nobility now.” She was silent for a moment. “When are we repairing the wagon…?” 
	You felt a knot in your chest. “Once we have settled, and not attracted too much attention…”


-Ftwhtp- A grind of paper caught your attention, down at the entrance, a note under the door. Striding towards it, you pulled one sting at Chestnuts's back that undid the whole arrangement -Cbbwwntogh- her chest knocking the taut birds nest of clothes to the floor as she stumbled after it, fastened by the dip of her chest weighing her forwards. 
	“From Adilan?” 
	“Who else? It hasn't been a week, few should know of us yet.” You opened the unmarked letter, scanning the lines. “Oh…” 
	“What o?” 
	“It, isn't from Adilan.” 
	Chestnuts swallowed. 
	-Ffwtth- Another letter snuck under the doorway. She snatched it up and cracked it open. 
	She spoke aloud. 
	“I greet you, dear friends. It has come to my attention we have a catch on the hook yet to be baited. I urge you to take it into consideration for…” she mumble, eyes strained. 
	“It is from the Ka household, with an invitation to talk business.” 
	Chestnuts's gaze met your own, a spark enshrouded in a tempered curiosity. “When do they wish to meet?” 
	“In three days.” 
	Chestnuts clicked with the lip of her cleavage, “More than enough time to prepare.” Then she paused. “Think we can get some clothes that fit before then?”


~ 1 ~


 Chestnuts knocked on the gate. A few moments later it creaked inwards to the face of a burly man in uniform. 
	“State yer business.” 
	“My most sincere greetings,” Chestnuts said as she leaned forwards in a bow, which caused her chest to dip past her knees in an audible jostle -Bbwngng- straining the black, velvet fabric dress cradling her bust and flowing down her side in a modest ballroom gown. Her tits sloughed downwards in a waterfall of blubber constrained by the fabric, the ripple of the supple arch betraying the lively  nature of the tatas. 
	“Ooh yes… the awaited guest,” came a call from inside. 
	The guard stepped aside for a woman dressed in matching attire to Chestnuts, cream gray hair curled into a doming hairdo, giving her face a comparatively slim outline. “At ease,” she told her guard, “We have much to discuss.” 


Lead inside of the grand building Chestnuts followed at a distance, familiar with the layout, though in person… the size commanded attention. At least three floors judging by the immaculate stairway, staircases trailing ever upwards. 
	Walking down a hallway, with the only guard in sight locked at lady Ka's attention, Chestnuts shuffled up towards a perpendicular staircase. A coil backwards.
	“You remember everything?” came a voice with a -Shhcslptha jostle of the chest. 
	“Aim for a follow-up meeting, got it. No time, off with you…” she said, then heaved forwards. -Bbwgnntwwnoghs- chest splaying open to as she hauled you out of the succulent embrace of pillow padding and out onto the staircase, your body emerging through the gaping tits with a trail of fluids gumming your taut, grey wood-hued clothes to your body, and tailing back to Chestnuts's bust. -Gbbwrrl-Gllrsh- The jiggle laid muted in contracted locomotions, and you darted up the stairs on feather feet as Chestnuts turned back to the hall. One finger trailed along the open seam of flesh stretching horizontally across her breasts, and in the wave of her trough the skin and meat melded together, to an inconspicuous seam. 
	The lady turned to give her a look. 	
	“Cwhoguh, ahygha,” Chestnuts coughed, “pardon me.” 


“A pleasure to finally meet face to face,” lady Ka said as she sat down in a her couch. 
	“As to you,” Chestnuts responded, seated across in an armchair. 
	“If I may be so bold, lady Cettle, could I ask you for a first name?” 
	Chestnuts swallowed. What was this… freezing up on the first question? This wouldn't do… “I'm-.” 
	“Oh, non non, my pardons. It I too early for pleasantries, we have matters to attend to.” 
	“Right.” 
	“Certainly, Lad Ka.” 
	“I must say, what a stroke of serendipity. To think, the plot of land rightfully yours was previously overseen by Adilan; and he was, quite stingy with it…” 
	Sweat, pooled at Chestnuts's neck. Why…? She knew what to say, she'd worked to memorize it. Everything about the land and-. 
	“Especially in regards to what lies below, the mines.” 
	“How blunt of you, here I thought you japed regarding skipping all plesantries. Thought you wanted to know me, for more than my land.” 
	Lady Ka smiled. “Oh, how come? You would elect to have me hide my interest in your… other, magnificent assets? That would be uncouth.” 
	Chestnuts bit her tongue, a glance down to her chest, she needed focus. She knew what the noble meant. But, to be put on the spot to lie like this, in stuffy clothes, in a stuffy chair, across a woman taking up the entire couch with the presses, no, the whole room, staring into her… 
	“The mines have been fairly quiet as I have heard, though there is a fair more down there to excavate, (as) was gleamed on in regulations, but between us… Why shouldn't we enjoy the spoils of what rightfully ours?” 
	“Ah, yes, certainly, certainly.” 
	But with such slow production, you will get nowhere…” she mused, and leaned back, “without a proper workforce.” 
	“Certainly…” that word started to feel like a crutch, “though I would assume you want a cut, of the spoils?” She felt herself momentarily grounded. She had the upper hand in negotiations. “But seeing as the mine, is mine, I want a respectable cut… Say,” she mused with a smooth gesture sending a ripple to her chest -Cbbwwtwmp- to make it do a ‘lil hop. “90% going to me~?” she savored the word with a sly sneer; an insult in bargaining, but now the game could begin-. 
	“Done,” Lady Ka replied. 
	Chestnuts's eyes snapped open, and she scrambled back after a gasp as her chest sent it wobbling and drumming into her thighs, calmed with an arm wrapped around them. “Oh-ro-oh, really? Y-you, are certain?” 
	“I consider it fair pay for the services in exchange. I had expected you to be more withdrawn, through perhaps I should expect your, pronounced generosity.” 
	This… couldn't be the end of negotiations, could it? That was, hardly enough time for her partner to snatch the required documents. “Then, if that is settled, there is, of course, the matter of the workers-.” 
	“I can send 50 there by dawn.” 
	Oh hell. “Fifty? Well, I suppose, that is certainly-.” 
	“100.” 
	“O-one? That, well now-.” 
	“An even 200 then? As far as I can go for 10 percent.” 
	“Well… I, certainly cannot bargain you anylong-. A-any more, for, any more than… that many…” 
	“Oh hush, dear, allow me a few days, and I am sure I can scrounge enough of a workforce from the Fattibos around slieth.” 
	Chestnuts froze. “From the… Fattibo.” 
	“Yes, what else do the poor have to do but sit around those big fattibo buildings? Better served employed to us than, rotting away in those, gnarly cages…” 
	“I see. Was not aware you could, do that…” 
	“Oh my dear, you are adorably green. There's hardly a better source of labour, especially from the little ones.” 
	Chestnuts froze. 
	“They do well to fit into the smallest of openings, the strong hands loosen the metal from the walls, but the nimble young ones pry it free. I assure you, you will see results by the end of the fortnight.” 
	Long breaths through closed lips, Chestnuts tempered her composure. Thinking back to the groups of kids she had seen walk down the streets of Slieth, scavenging, on their lonesome or herded by Fattibo workers… then she saw hundreds of them, herded into the darkness of the earth with sparse lantern light and then… she saw their faces. One of them turned towards her, jabbing a grubby finger towards her, calling out: 'Thief, Thief.' The same girl who had sabotaged her wagon… “Certainly,” Chestnuts spat out, “we can start there,” her teeth gritted, “Until we see results.” 
	Lady Ka clapped her palms together. “Oh Bully, my dear,” she said and rose. “Such a relief that the plot has returned to into the bosom of one who knows its worth.” 
	-Thnnf-thf-thf- Some dust roused from the carved floorboards above to the sound of a faint knock. Chestnuts didn't acknowledge it when lady Ka  glanced towards it, dispelling any worry. It was the only sign the lady gave to the noise. “Then, shall we pen down the terms? And I wish to have a courier deliver it to you by nightfall.” 
	So early? “Then… I guess there is not much time left,” Chestnuts said, annunciating her words with a brief glance to the veiling.
	“Quite so, those caverns have waited long enough, let us not keep them in isolation any more…” Chestnuts stepped out of the room, walking down the corridor, ahead of the lady. “A pleasure doing business with you.” 
	“Oh, the pleasure is, certainly, all mine,” Chestnuts mumbled. they were approaching the stairway she left you at. Careful steps, were closing in. Then, just before the entrance… to the stairwell her feet folded, a stumble, with a grasp of the wall guiding her fall around the corner of the staircase. “Oooooaaa-” she feigned a scream as her bust slammed into you, awaiting her behind the corner. A creak of soft skin smothering fabric scrambled out of her chest as your head sunk past the reaches of her tits, into the opening to their chest cavity ediface. The rolling hills of tit taffy enveloping you in the wall, billowing down your back, thighs, and calves, till her knockers collided into the stairs, morphing and moulding to the outline of the steps. With a tug cramming your feet past the reaches of her cleavage and into the secure fun bags, the crashing avalanche of blubber ploughed in on your body, the boughs of supple fat guided you into the warm darkness of Chestnuts's front-luggage, winding in with the motions to mask the sound your intrusion made. -And as the chest fell, it collided with a tremendous -BBrwthtwwnwnk- into the stairs. 
	“My Goodness gracious, dear,” :ady Ka snapped her fingers to call a guard to help Chestnuts back to her feet -Bgobwbtbgn- with a touch of extra girth padding out the firm clutches of her dress. “Are you alright?” 	“Oh, perfectly fine… most certainly.” 


“So, I can expect the contract tonight?” 
	“Indoubtably.” 
	“And, suppose I would just, send it back with the courier?” 
	“Oh, yes, though,” Lady Ka said, leaning in towards her. “Though, I would be fine with an in person meeting… where we can further, discuss your assets,” she mused, and trailed a finger across Chestnuts's bust, plying into her with a suave care and lidded leer. 
	Chestnuts winced, but allowed the noblewoman to finish, smiling in front of gritted teeth. “Certainly…” she mused, and detached from her grasp. “Then we'll see each other, soon…” she mumbled, already stepping off the property, back onto the street, with a pace that had her chest lurching to and fro -Bbwttwnk- on each step to hurry off, towards a semblance of safety. Chestnuts grasped in the air as she went down the streets, at just below chest height, where the handles of her cart would have been. But there was nothing.


~ 2 ~


-Clrlpsthht- A slithering crackle of flesh melding rippled through the noble building, brightness seeped into the breast chamber through the slit, and your palms hooked over them to crawl out of the numbing darkness, “Phaa, hoo… bumpy ride back.” 
	“You have no idea…” Chestnuts mumbled. “So, did you get it?” 
	-Sllsptsh- You wormed your upper body out of the melon sack, and vaulted onto the floor, falling on a crouched touch from the gaping chest, and waving a bundle of tied parchment in your grasp. “Course I did; Deeds, letter patentia and more, a good chunk of the Ka name's assets area all right here.” 
	“So, what are they worth?” 
	“Whatever seller Adilan's willing to put up for it. Lots of people been against Lady Ka, reputation’s in the dumps, so finding a buyer won't be hard. Given the opportunity, the nobles with cannibalize each other.” 
	Chestnuts paused, expression stifled. “So, the assets, go to another noble?” 
	“And the 'edited' documents Adilan is working on goes back to Lady Ka, for a woman with so much security, we'd never be able to sneak in without an invitation.” 
	“But…” Chestnuts continued, “it just, goes to another noble.”
	You peer towards her. “Who else would buy?” 
	“I thought…” She wouldn't finish her sentence. “Be ready for the return trip tonight.” 
	You stepped closer. “With the key's you made, I'll be in and out fast, you won’t need to keep her busy for long.” 
	Chestnuts took a deep breath which jiggle upwards to the peaks of her tubby bosom “Certainly…”