Busted
A Chest's Chests

Written by Septia.

“Stop, in the name of be-bai.”
This really wasn't what you had you wanted to hear right now. The guard's voice giving away just how close they managed to hound you. A glance at the loaf of bread under your arm, still piping fresh. All this hullabaloo for a brick of re-dried wheat? What has society come to? You considered the bag of silver coins stashed under your other arm, -Ckkrlt- they clattered and shimmied as you ran. Perhaps you had gone a bit overboard this time? Eh.
“Thief,” they yelled.
Focus. If you just made some distance, they'd leave you alone. Chomping into to the bread to hold it between your teeth and stashing the coin sack under your coat, you leapt onto a wall, scaling the cobble at a pace that left he guard dumbstruck; pondering if it were faster to clamber after or just circle the building. Either option a win on your book… They both gave precious time. Leaping down the alleyway, precariously staggering against a barrel, you rushed out of the dark architectural crevasse. -Clrrrltk- The coins still rattled. Why'd silver have to be so noisy? You turned the corner, didn't have much time before-.
-Bbhdhddnnnngkt- Rounding a corner, rushing in the cover of an abandoned stall your sprint met the abrupt stop – as if a wall of packed wool had been conjured right in your face. -Dththnkd- The impact bounced your flat ass onto the cobble. -Clrktkt- -Crkrlttkt- The coin bag clattered in your coat. Brushing over your head, you peered up at the obstruction. And instinctively chomped through the loaf so it toppled into your lap.
-Bwnngns- Before you expanded a vista of buoyant boobage. Wrapped loose in a cloth of chestnut and dull cream. You'd have taken them for someone smuggling watermelons were it not for the valley of omelet skin’d cleavage bulbing over the fabric's hem. The honking juicebarrels were attached to a girl, who'd also tumbled form your unforeseen collision, blinking as she stared back at you. “Someone's running like the tide's at their heels.”
“Might as well be,” you said, standing up and checking your bearings, “it is in your breast interest if you just-. Get out of my way.”
“My what?”
“I mean your breast, I meant best, your-… I've gotta get out of here. I don’t have time to get tangled up in your horse-ass chest.”
“Hurry. The thief went around there, intercept ‘em.”
A new candidate for the worst thing you'd heard today. “Ah, ass…”
A hand grasped yours. -Bwnngs- and billowing melonjugs bunched against your arm. “You don't have much time. Promise to make up for it, and I'll help.”
Flicking your head back and forth in the cover of the stall, you sucked in a breath, and nodded.
“Splendid, you can thank me – and apologize – later.”

The head guard rounded the corner, surveying the surroundings, a near desolate market street. She wiped her forehead. “Pheeee, dawn didn't come early enough for this,” she mumbled and rushed ahead, they couldn't have gotten far-… hang on. One of the stalls was already manned. “Citizen, pardon, but, quick, have you seen-.”
The girl turned, her chest lagging behind her, swinging in a sluggish heave of blubber. The tattaas piled up over the stand counter and juggled against the wooden board with a rippling jostle -Bbwngnngs- -Chnbbbsnnsgtwp-. Their bazoongas spilling out with the volume of a pair of equine hinds, stapled on this ragamuffin. Their creamy surface jiggling like the roiling sea, but with a cleavage the bulbed out in riseng mounds of cleavened dough, like the ones pilfered by the bread thief. The bust protruding in true defiance against gravity. It took a moment for the guard to notice the girl’s beaming smile.
“Ooo, yes? Anything I can do to help keep the peace?”
“Aherm,” the guard coughed, “you haven't seen a burglar run past here? it is impchestative… imperative, that you answer briskly.”
“Oh… Hmmm. Ragged cloak, bread in their mouth, carrying a bag of coins?”
“Yes, yes hurry.”
“Last I see them, they was scaling the side of the inn.”
“They're behind the inn,” the guard called out, “much appreciated,” she said with a nod to the stand owner.
“My pleasure~.” As she waved and those luscious domes bobbed and their breast blubber jostled, there came a… -Ckllrrkrlt- clinging of rustled metal nearby. Faint, muffled.
“Do we pursue?” A guard called out.
“Of course, split up and reconvene around the building,” she shouted, and rejoined the chase.

“Phew. Make too much noise in there, and they'd seen right through me.”
You could hear the girl’s voice echoing around you, along with the humid workings of tissue breathing and stretching -Chrlrlstha- -Krllfsstha- -Shshrlflstha- all around. Encloacked in a velvet of meaty blubber brushing around your form, it was surprising just how spacious it was in her floodlights.
“They're gone?”
-Crlspltpth- -Clcpsththcthc- You heard the trickling squeal of flesh sculpting, watched as a seam formed above you, trailing across the breast's curved form, before being drawn upwards, tendrils of clay-like skin webbing between the ridges of meat in a facsimilie of a grotesque beasts' maw.
The girl peeked past the lifted lid of her cleavage with a smile, “Yup, gone like a fart.”
Relief seeped through your veins, “Good, thanks, I actually appreciate your-.” Suddenly, the darkness returned. -Clltpthwww- -Pslpt- The lid slammed shut, seams soldered in back in the blink of an eye.
“Oh, don't be too hasty in there, buster~,” The girl teased.
-Bbgwwoong- The honkers jostled, you could feel her body shifting, waddling steadily, you watched the loaf slipping out of your grasp, tumbling back from the safety hoy of the breasts, and sinking into a pure darkness. “H-hey w-waht's the big idea,” you said, scrambling in place.
The girl gingerly smushed back and kneaded with the droves of your struggles which crop up over her jugs, stifling a smirk under chuckles. “I think I'm the one who decides when you'd repaid me. That bread, no matter how tasty, ain't gonna cut it.”

You peered back, despite the lack of luminance, your eyes could clearly separate the complete darkness of the enclosed breasts flesh, and the pitch emptiness that swallowed your breakfast. The locomotion of the chest rocked and drifted you back toward the looming depths.
“Got your attention?”
“Yes, yes, alright stop.”
“I'll cease when I wanna,” she said and heaved her breasts up, letting them slop down with a -Bwbnngchs- weighty swing that smacked into her knees and sent the coin bag rattling -Cllrthkrlrt-.
“Tell me your terms already, I can’t last in here.”
“I know~. So, you're a no good runt of a thief, huh?”
“I'm just-”
“We can drop the pleasantries.”
“… Fine.”
“What was that?”
“I'mma no good thief.”
“Oh, but you're good. You – almost – made a clean getaway,” The ‘almost’ lingered in the air as she rolled it on her tongue.
“Ha ha…”
“It is nothing to laugh about. Say, how'd you like to, erase that 'almost' from the equation? All you'd need is a good, inconspicuous hiding spot.”
“You. You, wanna work together? Lady, you're hardly inconspicuous.”
“Thank you – ever – so much,” she said and smacked the side of her chest, -Ghbnnddh- the private bouncycastle rattling. You felt the bag jostling in your humid grasp, threatening to slip out.
“Serious now, we could make some good coin between us. I do like to brag, and my personal chest is the safest place to stash anything. A place that, no one…,” she said grabbing her chest, the indents of her fingers smushing against your cheeks, emphasizing her sentence, “would ever find what I crammed in there, should I so choose…”
Business and threats in the same sentence; in other words, successful business.
“Long as I bring your cut, we'd make a handsome team. Have I got your proposal right?”
“Mmhmm~.”
“So what's your cut?”
“60%.”
“What?”
“That includes ensuring the safety of storage. I'd go down to 50%, but then, might be a 10% chance I can’t hold back from getting a ‘lil… hungry…” -Gbrlgllgghhrrr- The whole cage of flesh vibrated around you, undulating to massage the blubber over your frame. “I'd get my cut one way, or another.”
“That's not f-fair.”
“Lad, you lost most of your bargaining chips when you jumped down my fun cushions~. I'm giving you a rather generous deal here. Few mimics would be so charitable. Far as I see it, your options are getting busted, or getting busted,” the latter spoken with a jovial roll.
-Fllpgths- -Clrrltch- You peered back, the oscillating mass around you drumming with a meaty echo. Clutching the bag tight… You took in a deep breath of the bog-brewn tea air moistening the atmosphere. “And I presume lodging's extra?”
You could hear a squelch of meat as the girl’s lips contorted into a grotesque grin, “We'll call it a premium.”