chapter 3 ; slender no more

The day Sarya learned that her false papers were ready, she finished to put her business in order and prepared to move inside the city for good. She had been setting up a network of suppliers that would bring stolen goods in through the Grey Market, where she planned to keep buying and reselling the merchandise at a more permanent storefront. She was prepared to rent a room at the Three Calices, the wealthy tavern that was acting as front for the underground marketplace, but her goal was to find herself a real propriety inside the city walls, and escape permanently the squalor and poverty of her youth. She had everything well figured out, and Sarya was confident that her rags to riches story was all but written. The Weasel could disappear, lingering as a legend of the underworld, while Sarya would enjoy the respectability of wealth.

As she made her way through the slums toward the secret passage in the walls, Sarya had to be careful not to draw too much attention. If she once could slip through the crowd unnoticed, the young buxom ex-thief was now pretty difficult to ignore for any onlooker. Her fancy dress displayed a cavernous cleavage that bounced in a wave-like motion at each and every step, while her broad and shapely hips swayed like a pendulum, her round and abundant bum firmly pressed against the taunt green fabric. Many eyes were glued to her curves, and she made more than a few head turn. She even noticed a few dim-witted cutpurses and street urchins begin to trail her like she was some kind of plump prey, before they eventually realized this voluptuous damsel was in fact the Weasel, an ill-advised target if they wanted to stay in business.

Despite the additional difficulties of blending in with a figure of such well-endowed proportions, Sarya eventually managed to reach the narrow crevice in the wall through which the undesired such as herself had to enter the Grey Market. She hadn’t used it in two weeks, as she was waiting for her plan to unfold. If everything went as planned, it would also be the last time she had to use this illicit route, since her papers would allow her to go through the gates like the merchant class and the legal citizens of the capital. Sarya was eager to leave this lowly access behind her, especially as she noticed it wasn’t as practical to use as she remembered.

The first times she used this clandestine route, she could walk through the crevice without any problem, even while carrying large bags of stolen goods from her illegal activities. Her slender waist and narrow hips wouldn’t even brush the edges of the slim gap in the stone. At worst, she remembered needing to shift her shoulders slightly to slip through the tightest part of the passage, and it was more of a precaution than a real necessity. Her body was thin and nimble, capable to slither in much more cramped spaces than that. With a flat and toned stomach and modest curves, she was no different than any of the scroungers that were used to walk this path. As Sarya stood right in front of the secret passage, it seemed it was no longer the case.

When she tried to step in the crack, Sarya felt her well-padded hips bump softy against the edges, causing her to bounce back with a confused look on her face. She realized not without some surprise that her womanly hips were now slightly wider than the opening, and she was forced to slip sideways to manage to get inside the crevice. Even then, she noticed with increasing confusion that her body was too thick to move in the confined space without some issues. She could very clearly feel her large bum brush against the wall behind her, while her heavy bosom slid against the stone in front of her. It wasn’t like she had to squeeze her body or get constricted in any ways, but she was feeling very claustrophobic navigating this dark and cramped path. Even moving sideways, she was taking more space than she used to when she was her former much more slender self. She had to be very careful not to damage her dress, as she could sometime feel the fabric scrape against the rough stone. In a rare moment of self-consciousness, Sarya moved a hand to her stomach, noticing for the first time how it was curving outward significantly, and how its flesh was giving under her trembling touch. She really had gotten soft, she thought.

If the rate of her weight gain should have worried her, Sarya’s mind quickly forgot how vulnerable and helpless she had felt in the narrow tunnel. As soon as she got through and entered the Grey Market, her large bosom popping through with a hearty bounce, the plump damsel dusted herself with a sigh of relief and mentally wished farewell to this slim crevice. It mattered little how constricted and uncomfortable she felt moving her lush figure through this passage, for she obviously would never have to use it again. There was absolutely no reason for her to worry about her newly developed curves. A well-fed physique suited her better, anyways.

Her new papers now firmly in hand, the overfed ex-thief prepared herself to climb the flight of stairs that was separating her from the inside of the forbidden city. For the first time, Sarya was about to discover the world of the privileged, and she was eager to taste what this world had to offer. A ravenous smile stretched her plump lips, a dimple appearing at the corner of her lush mouth. She was ready.