chapter 7 ; exposed

Luckily for the plump ex-thief in distress, the store was free of customers. It was clearly an expansive and posh seamstress boutique, with fresh pastel paint on the walls and intricate woodwork on counters and door-frames. Everything here was elegant and of high quality. It’s was clearly intended for nobles and prosperous burgers, but there was more than simply dresses of high fashion. Sarya caught herself looking at high end practical clothing; high waist riding trousers, fine linen shirts, waxed rain coats, thick wool vests, and even one woman sized gambeson were displayed as sample, near the foot high stool that was used to take customers measurements. As Sarya stumbled in, panting heavily with her arms wrapped around her midsection to cover her exposed love handle, a small bell rang, and the owner of the shop made her entrance from the back store, slipping out of a slender door that was hidden by a curtain.

As soon as she stepped in, she stared at Sarya with a strange look, her eyes lingering on the ripped dress, before going up to the fence’s embarrassed face, and then slowly looking down at the girl’s overflowing figure from bosom to calves. Her eyes were stone cold, the grey of her pupil not letting out anything apart from intense thinking, and maybe a touch of judgmental disapproval. Little did Sarya know, but this respected artisan was as sharp as she was talented, and Miss Evelyn couldn’t forget a dress she designed with her own hands, nor she could forget it was ordered by Lady Gloria of Eastbury. This busty young damsel had nothing in common with the sweet toothed noble she helped last month, apart from her own obvious lack of self-discipline. From the way the girl was unaccompanied and clearly the victim of a wardrobe malfunction, Evelyn could immediately guess that she was of common stock, and the way she kept her curled brown hair mid length and lose was utterly mundane, meaning she had no maid to assist her, not the knowledge of Malgoren’s fashion norms. Having such a person wearing this particular dress meant only one thing in the eyes of the stern seamstress ; this person was a thief, not that she was surprised considering she was obviously greedy and weak willed. Her appalling soft features and ripped dress were making it quite evident in Evelyn’s mind.

Miss Evelyn wasn’t a noble or even born into wealth. In fact, the stunning dark haired woman used to be an adventurer, running errands and accomplishing missions for far richer and more important people. That was until her skills and efficiency provided her with enough hard earned money to learn a proper trade and buy herself a place in the capital’s artisan guild. Evelyn was now in her mid-thirties and she was one of most respected craftspeople in town, having learned from the best and travelled as far as the elven shores to learn about fabrics and clothes. Evelyn despised thieves and others that were trying to take what she considered as shortcuts toward proper achievement. She saw herself as an icon of respectability, a role model for commoners trying to find a place in society. This overfed wreck standing inside her store was disgusting Evelyn by her mere presence. Not only was she morally lacking, but her body was shamefully plump. This short and busty thief was, what, 20 years old at most? At this age, one was expected to be slender, graceful, and lithe as a feather. She was blessed by youth, yet she was already too fat to fit into the dress of Evelyn’s fattest recent costumer. What a shame. Evelyn, on the other hand, might have been quite older, but her body was as toned as she used to be in her adventuring days. Her light grey long skirt, white linen shirt, and blue velvet bustier were enhancing her lean and feminine figure, showcasing the absolute flatness of her well defined stomach as well as her thin waist. The seamstress’ bum and bosom were shapely and firm, and she moved with a fencer’s grace.

As she starred at the disgraceful thief that lumbered inside her store, Evelyn thought about unsheathing her dagger and execute an impromptu citizen arrest against this girl. She was confident she could handle this clumsy criminal with no problem. Yet, this seemed way too expeditive. The ex-adventurer wasn’t concerned as much by the law as she was by her own sense of morality, and this thief would probably simply be whipped and expelled in the shanty towns for her crimes, not much of an opportunity to learn about the mistakes of her ways. No, if this girl was here, wearing a noble’s dress and trying to blend in with the proper folks of the city, Evelyn realized this greedy glutton was already her own worst enemy. As this thought lingered on the woman’s mind, she stopped her silent starring and addressed her ‘client’, faking a firm but motherly tone in her voice.

‘’My dear, I can see what the problem is. This dress is quite damaged. I fear I will need some time to repair the fabric, and that can’t be done if the thing is still fighting for its precious life. Please, get in the cabin and get undressed. I will need to take some measurements as well. I am Miss Evelyn, by the way, I didn’t quite catch your name young lady.’’

Sarya blushed strawberry red. She was already feeling quite naked under the stern gaze of this shopkeeper, and getting in her undergarments in front of the lady wasn’t very appealing, especially considering own small her under tunic was. Still, she didn’t have much choice. Making a clumsy curtsey, the overfed orphan introduced herself with her real name, not mentioning any family name, and quickly walked inside the changing room, closing the door on her plush figure as she started to struggle to remove her tight green dress. Small grunts and signs of breathlessness could be heard in the room, causing Evelyn to smirk as she listened, a new idea building in her mind.

This Sarya girl clearly bit more than she could chew, and the lean seamstress decided she was going to enable these unrealistic ambitions. The sweetest lesson for this plumper would be to bump against the limits of her charade once it was too late, and collapse under the weight of her wrongdoings. For that to happen, Evelyn needed to swallow her disgust and assist her forward on her self-destructive path. This shouldn’t be too hard, and could even be entertaining. Evelyn certainly liked to flaunt her perfect body in front of lesser women, and watching this young one ruin her figure might open for some great opportunities for subtle humiliations and prideful contrast.

A few moments later, Sarya shyly stepped out in the open, her ripped dress tucked under her arm. She was wearing a thin, almost translucent under tunic as underwear, the poor thing almost as tight as the dress was itself. The light fabric was wrapping itself around every curve and rolls, exposing the slight swells of fat on the girl’s back as well as the small rolls on her sides. Her huge bosom was almost bursting out of the tight garment, the large globes of flesh squeezed in a cramped mass by the fabric, which was clearly straining under the pressure of these massive melons. Her cleavage was properly overflowing. Evelyn even felt a slight and ephemeral moment of empathy for the back muscles of this busty felon, which vanished as soon as her eyes noticed the belly of the girl. The seamstress moved a hand to the side of her temple, frowning at the ungodly sight of the blubbery mass. The soft and well-padded stomach was uncovered from the navel down, the poor tunic simply too small to be pulled over its curve. Subtle pink stretch marks were even visible on the sides of this otherwise smooth ball of dough, revealing to Evelyn what she already suspected ; this girl was blowing up rapidly, all this weight was quite new on her. The ex-adventurer even recognized the slight presence of muscle tone under the flesh, as was made noticeable by the way the fat wasn’t quite as thick around her waist. This hourglass shaped plumper used to know how to move. This knowledge only intensified Evelyn disgust. Sarya stood mostly immobile apart from the gentle and constant motion of her heaving bosom, starring at Evelyn with an obvious air of vulnerable, while the older woman fetched her measuring tape.