Dozens of stolen items from the merchants of the Gate Quarter were jammed in her bag; spools of thread, mirrors, meat pies, beaded bracelets, fruits. Random and unimportant junk, but the objects didn't matter. She was simply stealing for stealing's sake. And for the sake of how that thievery was transforming her chest.
For starters, she now had cleavage. A generous amount of it was bursting from the tortured neckline of her poor tunic, which incidentally was far less elastic than her earlier daydream could have predicted. She put an arm underneath her chest and gave her firm right breast an exploratory squeeze. The leather around the collar creaked in protest. The garment had reached its capacity.
She couldn't help but feel like too much ale poured into a mug. The analogy seemed fitting given that the growth had the side effect of making her warm and uninhibited, and more than a little bit woozy. Earlier she had almost tripped on a loose cobblestone. She might have seen it had she not been busy admiring the way her breasts shook and bounced with each stride.
Tenfingers obviously wasn't the only fan of this new phenomenon. The merchants seemed fully under her spell. In fact, her chest proved to be the perfect distraction. If she leaned over to examine something or even just breathed deeply, no male shopkeeper paid any attention to what her hands were doing with their merchandise. Still, she had been handed a double edged sword. She noticed some red-clad city guards ogling her earlier.
Nice background! We finally get to see what Tenfingers' home city looks like (if this IS her home city. She might be one of those multi-city thieves. Oh, that Tenfingers.)
...Man, I can see it now. This has potential to pass Milk and Cookies! I can INSTANTLY think of some good options to go to from here:
•Tenfingers gets caught by gaurds because of increased clumsiness, and put in jail. She steals a key to get out along with other things belonging to prisoners, and steals her stuff back. By then her bust has grown IMMENSELY.
•Not caught by gaurds, steals something amazing that catches her eye. It so happens that it belonged to the same wizard she stole from earlier. Turns out that the item amplifies Tenfinger's curse.
For starters, she now had cleavage. A generous amount of it was bursting from the tortured neckline of her poor tunic, which incidentally was far less elastic than her earlier daydream could have predicted. She put an arm underneath her chest and gave her firm right breast an exploratory squeeze. The leather around the collar creaked in protest. The garment had reached its capacity.
She couldn't help but feel like too much ale poured into a mug. The analogy seemed fitting given that the growth had the side effect of making her warm and uninhibited, and more than a little bit woozy. Earlier she had almost tripped on a loose cobblestone. She might have seen it had she not been busy admiring the way her breasts shook and bounced with each stride.
Tenfingers obviously wasn't the only fan of this new phenomenon. The merchants seemed fully under her spell. In fact, her chest proved to be the perfect distraction. If she leaned over to examine something or even just breathed deeply, no male shopkeeper paid any attention to what her hands were doing with their merchandise. Still, she had been handed a double edged sword. She noticed some red-clad city guards ogling her earlier.
It was time to go.