chapter 2

The speeches were quickly getting wild, and the crowd was cheering speaker after speaker, with some musical numbers here and there, form quiet non-human folk to politically radical rock music. Little people knew, but the abandoned high rise where the gathering was occurring was under police surveillance, with undercover infiltrators inside waiting for the signal for a descent. This gathering was about to turn very very messy and really soon. It was bait to identify and capture non-human radicals, and all the attendance was considered collateral. With no secure emergency exits and such a crowd, it was going to turn into a scramble for escape.

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**Smack**

The ass smack came out of nowhere. The half-orc’s hand landed with a fleshy thud against the blubbery expanse of Nymeria’s left cheek, sending a wave in motion through the elf’s whole bottom, until it spread to her hips and the heavy swaying roll that formed the lowest and most imposing part of her double belly. Also feeling the alcohol move through her system, the plump punk girl let out an amused giggle instead of the choked expression that kind of behaviour would have normally caused to her. Biting her lower lip with growing desire, the overfed poser downed the remaining liquor like the party college girl she was, letting out a cute little scream as the burn overtook her delicate throat.

- ‘’Wanna get closer to the action?! I know a spot backstage, if you dare.’’ Said the gorgeous half-orc with a suggestive smile that evoked more than just a better view of the show.

Hearing Tamyana’s suggestion, Nym would have jumped a little in place in excitement, but asking her chubby feet to leave the ground would require more power than her plump calves could muster. Instead, the pampered suburban girl did the next closest thing, and she bounced on the tip of her toes, cupping her face with both hands in a childlike motion, a huge smile forming on her gorgeous lips, not that Tamyana had much chance to notice with the tectonic shift that was occurring a few inches down at the same moment, where the busty elf’s mammoth rack was bouncing up and down like mesmerizing pendulums of pure womanly opulence.

The sheer weight of these swaying melons was enough to make the tipsy elf stumble forward, forcing her to support herself against Tamyana or she might have fallen over.

- ‘’Oups. Sorry about that. I am down to get closer, but as much as the idea is hyping me… Are you sure we can get there? I tried, but it feels like it’s jam-packed with people. How do you expect us to get in sight of the stage?’’

The cute plumper was playing with Tamyana’s collar with a finger, leaning heavily against the taller girl in an alluring way. This was the kind of heavy handed distraction that could obfuscate the first scream of alert coming from the event’s entrance door, where a quickly silenced goblin had stormed in after he spotted some suspicious police cars a few streets away. He was almost instantly taken care of by one of the infiltrators sent inside by the cops, before both of them were dragged out by the doormen, the goblin now knocked out before her could explain his scream. The clamour was lost in the crowd like it never happened. Still, a few surrounding attendees were made nervous by this commotion, and went outside to investigate. It wouldn’t be long before they saw the same thing that alerted the poor goblin.

The raid was going to start any minute now, and with the cops rushing through most ground entrances, it would leave a handful of escape routes for the crowd, mostly situated upstairs, on the unfinished upper levels of the abandoned high rise. At least, most of the non-humans present had some experience at city running.

Her eyes never leaving Nym’s cleavage, Tamyana replied with a grin "Just follow me." However, she didn't really give an option for the elf not to follow. Her hand clasped around the elf's wrist like a handcuff and she began to tug her through the crowd.

Nym squealed weakly as she found herself being dragged by this strong hand across the cramped mass of people. Pulled by Tamyana’s vigorous steps and impressive strength, the overfed punk girl was in fact moving slightly faster than her normal waddle, even with the crowd getting in the way. The blue haired beauty wasn’t in control of her movement at all, and all she could do was follow as fast as she could to keep up with the half-orc’s pace, feeling her chubby feet almost floating, carried much further by each stride than her chunky legs would normally allow. The buxom babe cringed each time her colossal curves crashed against an attendee, many people were simply unable to get out of the way in time, and she would bump roughly against them with a fleshy thud, her rolled gut swaying ponderously like a demolition ball. If she wasn’t ramming someone with her belly, it was her absurdly broad hip or her stupendously large chest that did the deed.

Nym mumbled a few ‘’Sorry…Just passing through…Don’t mind us…’’ as she and her toned cuddle buddy were rushing through the crowd.

Far behind them, near the entrance door, a different kind of drama was happening, the security staffers slowly beginning to understand something was amidst, and finding with a cold shiver that their communications were sabotaged, making it impossible to shut down the stage and trigger the alarms. All they could do was shout and ask people to leave, with many activists not really taking them seriously in the chaos. While some people were beginning to inch toward the exits, some became irritated and rowdy that the speeches were interrupted; causing further commotion that had yet to catch up to our duo.

Soon, the half-orc and the butterball she was dragging behind her reached what looked like a locked side door, maybe some kind of access to the backstage area. Without munch hesitation, Tamyana pulled a knife from inside her form fitting vest and busted the lock in a quick well trained motion, before kicking the door open and slipping in the hallway casually, glancing back over her shoulder to invite the other to follow. Watching Tamyana force the door open was very impressive for Nym, and the overfed elf caught herself biting her lip and eying the athletic girl with even more interest. That girl wasn’t just rocking the rugged street look, she was for real!

Curious despite the decrepit aspect of the hallway, Nym was eager to get backstage and she followed the tall orcish girl with a smile on her lip, only for her expression to shift to confused stupor as she felt her fat laden hips bump against the door-frame, her body far too thick to slip through the doorway, despite Tamyana having no issue at all.