Busted, Guilty Guilds


Written by Septia.


The jiggle of the buoyant booby blubber compressed with a stodgy squeal -Chhddffddwwwnmp-. The Grand bosom folded into the gap of the two men ahead, the overstuffed dress failing to contain the bulwark of bazongas bulldozing around the men's bodies. As their bearer stepped forwards -Dffhfwmtptsh- the breasts barrelled forwards, billlowing and expanding up between them like rising bread dough. The men's conversation was cut short as they felt the intrusion of infidelity infiltrate and stretch to creep past their navels… in the next moment the prow of the chest plowed through and cleaved apart the distance between them, forcing them aside as their bearer casually walked through the space her cushions had busted up. Post-impact the chest jostled in a sea of feminine grace, the fabric twisting and folding in tangled ripples as it quelled the storming ocean of lemon-cream tit fat, cleavage peeking up atop the frilled dress window coursing in an animated roil. 
	“Oh, I profusely beg your pardon,” Chestnuts said without turning her head, “ought to keep these rascals on a leash.” The well endowed merchant made her way across the stocked guildhall, swapping stories, breaking bread, and finally sharing mead at the tavern counter. 


A tankard was raised. “For Guild Crustacea.” 
	The voice echoed across the hall in a hundred voices. “For guild crustacean.” 
	A speech followed, as was unexpected. 
	Chestnuts shuffled back to the counter, taking another chug from the mead. 
	A ripple coursed across her fun-bags, as you whispered, “Does it even work to drink out of that mouth?” 
	“Barely,” Chestnut mumbled and wiped her sleeve across her lips, “I don't taste anything, if that's what you're asking. Honestly an improvement.” 
	“Thought they'd have solid drinks at a place like this, how'd you even get yourself invited here?” you said, the hustle and bustle from the guild muffled under the padding of the pliant breast cage. 
	“Do you believe I lug that wagon stall as just a cover?” 
	“… Yeah?” Your living space reeled as Chestnut drummed a palm straight into her chest, caressing over the hills of her jugs in restrained jostles. 
	“I am ready to drop you off, there is a gap near the ceiling for air flow. You have until the speech is over.” Chestnuts whispered and shuffled over to the wall, next to a banner handing from the ceiling embroidered with the sygil of the guild: a crab with a horn of plenty in each claw. 
	“Got it.”
	Chestnuts wriggled a finger at the side of her chest, digging deeper -Clrlpst- A moist latch of flesh meld parting, she jimmied open a crack along the hidden seam and tucked it behind the banner. -Chhrrlpgutthah- Their boobage stretched and malformed as you shuffled up to the brim, head poking through the unlatched sea of mammeries, a tight squeeze with the pressure of the bunched up fatty tissue clamping down around your frame as you wriggled up through it, the caress of the plush meat peeling off your legs, your body shifting to being hidden behind the considerably less damp woven fabric. 
	Chestnut -Chhrrlpts- sealed up her chest as your foot passed. She gestured with her gaze as she turned back to finish her chug as if nothing had happened. You were on your own for this part… 


~ 1 ~


Scaling a wall sounded difficult, though the guild had the support of the nobles, and they want to impress. The wall was constructed with bladwood, an elusive kind which marbled after its construction to form a sought after tessellated batten in its fibers. And for someone in the know, the lighter segments of the wood grew pliant over time. Which meant… for someone nimble, you could get solid footing, it was all a matter of being used to the material enough to know where was safe to tread. The tapestry sure didn't make it easier though… One hand across the other, one foot nestling in for a grasp, when the hold was unsteady that just meant you had to be faster, a game of finding the security and never thinking you were safe; in other words, your day to day. 
	From ten meters above the hall seemed quaint, a patterned carpet of people, each one holding great influence, but from here just another in the system… 
	Where the wall met the slanted ceiling there was in fact a triangular opening. Shuffling out from under the tapestry was the lynch pin movement of the operation. You'd be out in the open, you had to make the moment count. There wasn't any time to check if you had been spotted, just shuffle up to the ledge, and crawl through. 
	You would joke about how Chestnut's living arrangement for you was preparation for squeezing through tight gaps like this, though… she had more than enough room to spare in those flabby cashews: -Twdpdh- you landed on your feet, a storage, scurried through the room and over to a hatch. Wiring yourself down with a rope right into the guild master's Suite. Starlight glimmered in your eyes… There were a melange of knick knacks and baubles here, statues, ceremonial jewellery, and gems, enough to stuff your pockets full twice over. But… you weren't here for those. Behind the chair, the main cabinet. You brandished your hook and jag, prodding into the lock and to find the notches. A minute passed… then another… you tucked the tools back in your pouch with a sigh. “She wins this one…” you mumbled and fished up a key Chestnut had acquired for you. It slotted into the keyhole and the cabinet clicked open. You supposed you could just tell her you opened it on your own, she won’t be winning the bet that easy. The cabinet is stocked with parchment collected in wooden frames, crates and boxes, and further knick knacks. But it should be somewhere here… just had to… There. Guild Crustacea's Latter patentia, stored in its own ornate box an an easy enough lock to force open. Though that was the easy part, now you had to rendezvous with Chestnuts in-. 
	“What are you doing?” 
	Your blood turned to ice. There, in the opening to the suit stood a guild officer. Staring right at you. 
	“What do you think you-…” Then he saw what you were holding. He shut the door. “You do not know what you are holding.” 
	“Really? It sure looks like the document granting this establishment monopoly in the capital Slieth, takes a long time for these things to pass judgement. And this one’s stood solid for, what? Over one hundred years?” 
	“What do you think is gong to happen if you take it? That Crustacean will dissolve? That the whole trade of the city will crumble? Please, enlighten me.” 
	“Of course it won't… but there will be nothing that says you will have to keep serving taxes and payments to the nobility,” you said in a sly remark. 
	The officer faltered. Then sighed. “And we would lose their favour, their influence, the reason trade can stay afloat.” 
	“You can keep doing that you're doing…” 
	“And others can too. Just think, just think of one example, the medicinal sector. Without the noble’s support and enforcement there would be no regulation in trade, instead of measured and controlled there would be all the more cases of those distributing outside the system, with no guarantee of safety or handling sterility.” 
	“Wouldn't you set up your own regulation? Your own network?” 
	“You make it sound so easy…” 
	“Being difficult doesn't mean it is impossible.” 
	“Sometimes, it might as well.” 
	“You care more about that, than people getting strangled by taxes and dying in the slums?” 
	“This wouldn't solve it in either case.” The officer grunted, taking another step forward. “Hand over the latter patentia.” 
	This was bad. Only other way out was the hatch in the roof. Could you get there before the officer, yes, but climbing up before he'd catch you. He was too big to knock out, and even if you escaped, the whole building would be made aware of you in moments… As you wracked your brains, a shadow crept up behind… 
	The dark umber walnut hue arched through the air behind the officer… in a trail towards his head, before… -Krkk-Gdndndkkwddp- at first you watched as the fabric warped under the force of the blubber. The swing of the arching meat melons was interrupted by the officer's head. Fabric and flab acchordioned over the man's head, the gelatinous pull of the plush boobage sloughing all the way over his face and covering his eyes, the breast moulded into a vague cast around his head in the slowed down moments of impact. Then, the weight of the second breast collided with the first. -Chddldpthap- The force dunked through the Officer's head, watching how the tremors broadcast through his nerves as the knockers pancaked onto him with the weight of a ramming frigate ship. 
	As the impact sounded throughout the room in its muffled embrace, the officer was recoiled from the impact, battered to the floor with an imprint of his head still visible on the milk jugs, shambling back and forth in a furious jiggle -Bbwwbbnng- -BBbwggnggh- back and forth to rattle off the residual motion of the bludgeon, vibrating like a frightened weasel. 
	The officer was out cold before he hit the floor. 
	“Phaa, houa…,” Chestnut huffed, wrapping her arms around the billowing bonkers, as far as she could reach fingers sank into the blubber that sloughed and jingled in her grasp. She stared up at you. “You got the deed thing?” 
	You nodded. 
	“Then get in, some schmo I was talking up down there still thinks I'm in the outhouse.” You dashed through the room, pocketing a handful of expensive junk on the way. Chestnut unlatching and hoisting open the flesh chute in her breasts, you near tumbled head-first into the cleavage, to the incarnadine depths of mauve and moisture, head sinking past the precipice, and soon too, arms, torso, diving past the threshold. -Cbbbggmgpgggn- Chestnut's breasts dipped under the bulk, a sudden sharp incline untoward the floor under your weight, sculpted around in a vague impression of your frame as the most of you sloughed into her boob chamber. -Chrlrlpth- -Thwhwngn- Then, the tensile blubber sprung back up from the recoil, bouncing upwards over her face with each arching wide open to the roomy edifice. A few more bobs and jostles from the reverent motion soon had the sculpted flesh -Cllpth- -clptrp- clapping shut together, like a treasure chest in free fall –, and Chestnut traced her finger along the seam to weave the flesh meld shut, cradling her bust as she crab-walked out of the room and scurried down a back path with your shape still settling in her tits. 
	“Guess that's why you call them knockers?” you said from within the confines as the protruding globes tangoed down the stairs along Chestnut's motions. 
	“Wouldn't have needed to do that if you had just used the key.” 
	“Wait how did-.” 
	“Because, it wouldn't have taken you this long if you just used the key, why do you think I got a hold of a forgery for us?” 
	It was hard to argue. 
	“This is coming out of my rent, isn't it?” 
	“Luckily, you had enough sense to nab payment on your way here, drop all of it.” Chestnuts said. 
	-Clslpthcj- -Clplllrrchthth-.
 You looked back, watching the pried hatch leading down Chestnut's body creak open. There was barely any light to speak of in the breast, but you could orient yourself by the sheer, total blackness that waited down that pit. You weren't in much of a spot to argue; the knick knacks were ugly anyway. 


~ 2 ~


The anterior endowed 'merchant' rejoined the guild's festivities. Sporting her animate, bulky prow among the crowd as if nothing had happened, most were just happy she was out of that desolate corner, forgetting even more in the face of her ample distractions. 
	She even strode close by when a guild officer whispered to the guards, and you picked up something about getting blindfolded and knocked out with a hunk of ham. Aside form those amusements you had to keep a low profile. Settling back in the cushiony buttress of the tubby melons… occupying yourself with a spot of… light reading.