Busted
Scoundrel Skirmish


Written by Septia.


Chestnuts stirred in her slumber. Winking the tired out of her eyes, staring down at the mattress's sheet. It was too soft… she leaned over on her side. Slowly her left tit rose from the depths it crated into the bedding, sloughing her right tit up with it till it billowed free over her side -Bbwwnwngh- it drummed into the bed. She twisted and turned, broad divots lining the mattress where she had attempted to get proper rest over the past weeks. Another night wasted… She remembered her wagon, from before she met with you, it used to have a fold out mattress, and an open space to rest her rack, but it had been weeks since it was wrecked, crashed in pieces down the river. The image of the kid who had sabotaged the wagon a haunting specter in her mind.
	She'd rather just forget about that, and about the party, everything weighing on her mind: how the nobles were taking advantage of the merchant guild, now even more than before, and she and her accomplice was to blame… So many heists, stealing bigger and bigger treasures, until they meddled in more than individual lives, but the whole town of Slieht. She shuffled out of bed, another night to sleep on the floor. 
	As she stood… she heard something. Chestnuts sauntered out of the room in her white nightgown, making her way down the stairs. The loose alabaster clothing gave her more breathing room, though after being compressed for so long her jugs were sagging down under the cloth as a pair of fat dough-droops. -Bwbggb- Her chest shook at every step down the stairs – a pale apparition weighed down by two sacks full of marshmallow fluff. She peered towards the sound, that murmur. Down the hallway, towards the door. There you stood… Speaking to someone on the other end of the threshold, in the middle of the night.
	“You…” Chestnuts mumbled, rubbing her eyes. But the visage remained, and she saw you hand the stranger…a leather bound folder, one with a nobility's authority shield insignia… one of your great thefts, the documents sealing status of nobility in a material harder than stone: respected law. 
	“You.” Chestnuts shouted. 
	You turned, then nodded to the accomplice, handed them the folder, and shut the door.
	“You are up late,” you responded. 
	Chestnuts gritted her fake teeth, storming down the stairs with her chest bouncing the whole ways, stopping an arms length away from you, so sudden her boobage swept up, and smooshed against you chest before settling, perky under her gown. 
	Your expression remained cold and focused.
	“What are you doing?” 
	“What?” you said, and circled around her, “I got a better offer for those papers we stole than what Adilan promised us.” 
	“You sold it? How much? Hang on hang on do you even know if Adilan wanted to sell this one? What'd you do if we had to break back in with an altered copy, if we ain't got it? What I had to go through fer us ta get those Throptrop documents was…” Chestnuts shuddered. “I dunno how many of these heists I can do, the Throptrop garden party was a big fat fluke. And now you went and gave up all that work?” 
	“Aww, Chestnuts,” you said, “you are not giving us enough credit. But, it is a good thing I didn't sell Throptrop's documents then.” 
	Chestnuts blinked, then dipped her own arm back through the sleeve of the gown, -Sllpwtthh- the seam on her chest spreading as she fished her hand down in her chest… and, brought up the Throptrop folder. She still had it… 
	“If you didn't sell these papers… Then… what ya sold was, the documents from the Pludopyg estate?” 
	“Mmhmm,” you hummed.
	“But we already deliver those to Adilan, didn't we?” 
	“Would you calm your tits for once, Chestnuts,” you grunted. 
	She glared back at you. 
	A sigh. “Excuse that. It is late,” you said and took a few steps further into the nebulously owned noble house. “But, you should know by now that I am more than an adequate thief.” 
	“Why…? You, wanted us to work with Adilan, he set you up with this mansion. With status to go even further. With his help we're ta swindle the biggest swindlers out there and make something good of it. That was the plan. And now you are stealing our own stolen goods?” 
	“Chestnuts… consider this, how big of an upset would it cause, if Adilan was exposed? An official overseer and warden of such crucial documents. For all his manipulation, for his skulduggery, and counterfeiting of some of the highest ranked authority proofs. If the noble's knew their 'authority' system could be dismantled by a single moth and a couple of burglars… What would happen?” 
	It hurt to think about it, as little as she thought of Adilan – how suspicious she was of him – he had helped them. But, the chaos this would bring, the infighting between nobility… It could cause a massive upset as the nobility's foundation crumbled.
	You continued. “And think how big a sum, some would give to uphold statue quo and keep all that under wraps…”
	Chestnuts's expression sank. “What are you saying…?” 
	“It's too big to be unveiled, too many eyes on it, eyes who cannot let this be revealed. They, will, do anything to stop it. Imagine: Status, treasure, assets. All real, not on lend from Adilan, but ours, yours, more than enough to fill your chest to the brim.” 
	“If ah wanted these full,” Chestnuts exclaimed and grasped her tits tight, shaking them in her grasp, “I would have just kept being a merchant with selling trinkets out of my wagon.” 
	“Then I'm glad your dilapidated wagon crashed.”
	The mimiquer creature's arms fell to her side. The documents falling out of her hands as she crumbled to her knees. “What are you saying… It… wasn't you who…” 
	You could not face her right now.
	“You didn't, bribe that that kid… to sabotage my wagon, did you?” 
	You turned back. “Does that matter? You can buy a thousand wagons over, money will not be an object, you never needed it anyway, we've been through numerous heists without it. We've, if anything, improved in our heists since then, it was ballast.” 
	Chestnuts held her forehead. “You are selling out Adilan… you gonna let the nobility structure continue to thrive… just, for what?” 
	“What? For this?” you gestured around you, “does it get much better than the high life? We, will, be on top again.” 
	That word… That one, innocent little word. The one you had let slip… 
	Chestnuts stared through you. She repeated. “Again?” 
	With shut eyes, tension saturated breaths congested your throat. In your mind, your next words weighed on a silver scale. “Doesn't matter what I was. Always wanted to be a thief. And that's what I am.” You strode into the building, Swinging your arms out in a grand gesture. “That's what we can be: the noble thieves.” You paused for a moment, “but if you would rather not partake… I could work alone. I don’t need you.” You waited for her response. But when none came, you turned around, staring into her draped knockers flying towards you. 
	The world revolved. Your bodies kept in place yet the ground came up to meet you. Your back landing on the carpet. For a moment able to see Chestnuts's expression, the sheer rage and desperation it exuded, before you ever enveloped in an avalanche of tit fat. The arch of the whole world's shift in gravity to hammer into your face -Twwwddddbbmtph- The thin cloth all that separated you from the twins bulldozing your face into the ground. That such a supple surface could slam into you with the force of cobblestones bewildered you. The boulders moudling over you face with the fabric streaking and crying out under the pressure. -Crkrkth-. 
	“I won't let you, I won't give you the chance to sell me out,” she grunted. She bore down on you with all she head, enveloping her slammers over you face. 
	In a daze you flailed for a grasp, getting a hold of her tits, pushing into to heave them off. -Cbbwnffwth- But your palms only sank into the blubber, shuffling it gently along with the fabric restraining the twins, but the bust just bore down harder. 
	“Mgmpghsg. Mwghhrwm.” Your cries served deaf ears. Chestnuts grabbed onto your arms, holding them stiff as she hoisted up for enough weight to displace from your face, and smash down -Kkwwtphtpddmwp- The weight knocking into you like a bat, but across every stretch of congested fabric at once. 
	“All nobles are alike,” she called out. Then reached back to the bottom her nightgown and tore it up, over her head, peeling it off of her skin and draping it back around you. Draping it over your head, letting it swath over you arms and pining it to your side, tying up in knots to keep your struggles in check. 
	“You won't, You won't…” Chestnuts exclaimed, and sledged her breasts onto you -Sssh-Ttddddwwhlllp-. There was still a layer of her nightgown between the breasts and you, but this time her cleavage laid unrestricted, plowing over you, smothering out every scrap of empty space. There were no nipples… no areola, there was nothing to break up the bulwark of doughy cement flesh entombing you. You kept squirming, wringing under the bulk, but the tits and you were in the same weightclass, if not they didn't outright outrank you, untold kilos of meaty marshmallow mounds massaging into to make a mask of you face in its magnitude mashing you down. The lack of air boiled your forehead. The pressure was like being smothered under a balloon, taut and encompassing, nestling into every nook of you face with enough tension, hollow, but with a thicker exteriors. Knowing that air was so, tantalizing close. You could feel it, literally, it was the air, the empty space filing her buxom chest that was crushing you down, robbing you from taking another breath. The chest encroached over you head, filling out the space over your shoulders, buffering up against the floor around you. Engulfed in her padding, as she grunted and strained to keep you down… 
	One exasperated breath, could only last so long. Your resistance was no more. Your airflow diminished, limbs rattled limp. 
	Chestnuts withdrew, enough to free your face, the rosy sweat from you forehead stained through the fabric, making a crinkle as the bulk reeled back -Bbwnggllrrtchs-. She panted, gaps of through the seams in her chest parting, venting out excess air. She leaned back, staring at you, tied up, beneath her. But given enough time, you'd would move again. The oknytt's mind a tornado of emotions. 
	She brought up her harms, holding up front and middle finger in each hand. Right pair against the furthest left of the chest seam, left fingers on the furthest right on the seam. Arms crossed, panting. She dipped her digits through the groove -Clllrshp-, the gape parting, as she drew her fingers along the fleshmeld the seams sprawled open in her their wake. Skin cleaved and moulding away with the texture of hot taffy and a humid crinkle -Chhrrlspghttlspgh-. The fingers eventually came to cross at the center, the opening seams joined together, and the lid of her chest rose open -Chhttwwoolp-. Stray tethers of drool and flesh clung between the gaping bust, but each vine shriveling and remelting off of the brim of her chest. 
	Chestnuts wrapped her arms around your head, scotched down you body, and bent you towards the bust maw. Your head brushed against it. She brought your clothed form up, pressing it through the upper and lower ridges of flesh. She kept you cloaked in the nightgown, so she disassociate it from you. Thinking of it less as you, and more as just a thing. A cloth mummy, fed into the reaches of her breasts. She hauled it in with a sleek gripping and slosh of her boobs slobbering down to devouring you -Shhfclrpsth- -Fvrlrlpshshht-. 
	Your body funneled down into her open chamber, fed in like a coil of rope. Her bust warping with you figure. All of you body gradually siphoned down to nothing but bulges filling out her boobs, a shoulder here, a knee there, and you head nestled deep within. -Shhrrbrslp- her lips curled around you ankles. Chestnuts embraced and cupping over her own chest, brushing the seams together, as they closed up over you heals -Shhrrlslp- feet swallowed past the bust -Slglpth- -Bwbwbogan-. The weight of you form toppled into her chest, bounding them down into her lap, spilled out over the her knees and the ground in front of her, as she sat there, panting, massaging the last seam together, melding it shut.
	They had done this many times. But this, was different. 
	“Hfnnggyn…” Chestnuts growled and wrapped her arms around the bottom of her chest, squeezing it between her arms so it moudled over her forearms, splooding out like a giant muffin top. Then she hauled it up, arching back, and compressing her rack under her arms -ChhrgGrrhgglpssh- A guttural trudge and gurgling grudge vibrated out from her bosom. As you sank, deeper, deeper, down the reaches of her chamber, and towards… that. Even when the chest was fully sealed, even when all was in complete darkness, the back of Chestnuts was visible: it was darker that dark, as if it swallowed everything, encompassed, everything. A place neither light, nor its absence, could escape from. 
	You were still conscious… and you stared, right into it. Through the gaps in the fabric you saw it come closer, closer… 
	“Chestnuts…” you mumbled. 
	She hesitated. 
	Then squeezed -Chhbglglptsh-. 
	-Ghrbglglpsth- -Cssslbtpthng- Her bust compiled, the bulges compacting, malforming, deflating as she sat back on her knees, staring to the ceiling, back arched and tits hoisted above her head, a slope straight it not the darkness. -Chglgpgh- -Gbrgllpgsh- aA crakling smear and crinkle of toffee thick mud driven down by a picakaxes rumbled damped through her chest. Bloats concaved, skin steamrolled flat, and her chest decreasing in size, until what she clung to her herself, were mere triple Fs. 


Chestnuts breathed through her bust, thin vents opening into seams, steam hissing through -Sppfffsssh- -Sshssh-. She doubled over, as her bust, gradually swelled. An organic, rubbery grind of skin distending, flesh warping, and padding filling her out -Shhcllllrsh- -Cllrrpggrlt-. Her breast dipped down back over her knees, slumped against them, dipping to the floor as he laid there, curled up in the fetal position, squashing her breasts into herself. She had a long night ahead, and she'd sleep it off on the floor. 


~ 1 ~


-Kddmp-Kddmpp- -Dmdp- Three knocks on Adilan's door. 
	“It is always open for allies.” The moth man mused. 
	Chestnuts stepped in. 
	“What brings this visit? I trust the two of you were successful in your endeavours to-.” 
	“You're wrong.” Chestnuts cut Adilan off. Stepping through the room, straight to him. “It is just me.” 
	Adilan's antennae sloped. 
	From behind his seat Chestnuts grabbed a hold of his shoulder, keeping him down in the chair, towering over him from behind. He felt the gently push of her bundled up bust cradling against the back of his head. “And it will keep being only me… unless we work together. Got it?” 
	Adilan swallowed. -Gllgmp- “I… Understand…” 
	Chestnuts let him go. “I want to help this town.”


~ 2 ~


“So that is how it had to be,” Adilan lamented, “to think they would turn coat against us.”
	“We don't need him,” Chestnuts scoffed. Then glared at Adilan. “I want this town free of nobility.” 
	Adilan's eyebrows furrowed. “Quite the task… You speak of it as a simple gesture.” 
	“I know it isn't… I know it can't happen now, in a year, even five. But it can happen, I know that.” 
	Adilan nodded. He brought forth a short table, parchment, ink, and quills, “Enlighten me.” 
	She glanced up at him, eyes gleaming xanthic yellow. “All nobles are alike… We continue the plan, have them destroy each other.” 
	“Without an appropriate thief, we can not affect their standings in the same manner.” 
	“We just need a few,” Chestnuts said and scribbled symbols and insignia on the parchmet, “the good-hearted, the kind, the generous… take everything from them, status, assets, name… Leaving only those who are ruled by greed.” 
	Adilan scratched his moth mane. “Those lured by avarice left to bid over the power vacuum,” he pondered, “it will not alone be sufficient to dethrone them.”
	“We'll tell the people too, consolidate them more power, make them angrier. Eventually… it will crack.” 
	Adilan folded his fingers. “The matter remains: you lack expertise, the tools of burglary to crumple this farcical structure.” 
	Chestnuts looked up, the yellow of her eyes flourishing. “Then I ought to run into another thief…” 


An ending.