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    A faint metallic click.

    Marah grinned and pulled her hand away silently, letting the pale moonlight glimmer across the mini lock pick she had within her gloved fingers. The fact there wasn’t an alarm blaring made her smirk. She always found it easy to break into houses this vulnerable. No motion sensing lights, no home security system, not even the “beware of dog” sign tacked up on a fence post to make her chuckle. It was going to be a nice smooth steal tonight.

    Ever so cautiously, she pushed at the unlocked door and let it swing out toward her, making sure to watch out for any pesky creaks. Sinking down low, she slithered her thin lanky frame through the opening and closed the door back up as if it were never touched. Taking a quick scan as her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark interior, she raised an eyebrow at its contents.

    An 1890s ornately carved furniture set lay staged upon what she couldn’t believe was an authentic Arabian rug. Polished mahogany end tables adorned each end of the seating, complete with respective handcrafted Tiffany lamp fixtures. An immaculately detailed grandfather clock stood proudly in the corner opposite the thing that stood out in the classical entourage: an eighty-something inch flat screen television, that, by the looks of it, even had the latest curved LCD display model. From the run-of-the-mill suburban exterior, she would have never guessed this was what she might find. And that wasn’t even the half of it.

    Damn…whoever owned the place was loaded. Absolutely perfect. She was going to be one happy customer after the night was over for sure.

    Judging by the staircase off to the left side, it didn’t take a genius to know the residents were off in dreamland upstairs. She could get away with just looking around this room, but that wouldn’t be any fun.

    “You won’t even know I’m here…when I rob you suckers senseless,” she giggled with a whisper to the landing up above. She gave the wooden banister a soft pat and began making her way up. With the space she entered in being so luxurious, she couldn’t handle the thought of what she might find in the owner's bedroom.

    Marah had mastered the art of scaling stairs of all kinds, and could spot a squeaky step with ease. Getting to the upper hallway was like child's play to her, and soon she was smirking at the closed door, a faint snore being heard from within. Creeping the door open, she poked her head inside and assessed her surroundings.

    There was just a guy, snoring away sound asleep. But again, this one guy just kept surprising her with the money he possessed. A king size bed of the same Victorian style as his furniture downstairs. A fancy looking laptop and dual monitor system and yet another gigantic television. And just looking at the bedsheets that lay over his slumbering form could be worth more than a person's monthly paycheck.

    But as her eyes laid on a slightly ajar door on the other end of the room, a glimmer struck her eye that coaxed her to it. She tiptoed on over and blew the clueless man a kiss and crept inside the closet. Flipping on a flashlight she had in her pocket she gasped silently at the mother load on the shelf.

    At least a dozen gold-plated watches sat on velvet cushions in a neat row before her. Sapphire, onyx, diamond and so many other precious stone encrusted cufflinks lay tucked in tiny drawers she began snooping through. He even had a few golden pocket watches and monocles that looked generations old, but in prime condition. She just couldn’t take it anymore and pulled the black knapsack from her shoulder and started shoveling all she could see into it. Just as she thought she had ransacked the closet completely, she checked the last drawer.

    “Think you can hide from me, huh?”

    Lifting her hand up, she knelt there admiring a silver necklace. Hanging from its lowest link was a large teardrop shaped stone she couldn’t recall having seen before. The more she examined it the more she strangely felt compelled to wear it. Taking one glance at her full bag, she shrugged and strapped the jewelry around her neck.

    “No way I’m leaving this thing behind.”

    She laughed quietly with the exhilarating thought of the serious payoff she'd probably get for her findings. Snapping the flashlight off, she poked her head into the room and stuck her tongue out at the sleeping guy.

    “Thanks for paying for, like, the rest of my life. Great pal you know that?”

    Marah laughed to herself as she waved her farewell to him and quickly slinked out into the hallway. But even as she felt the beauteous dull clinking of her loot over her shoulder, she couldn’t help but want to find more. And taking glances at each end of corridor, she felt her feet moving to another room before she could tell herself no.



    She had made her way into the farthest room, of which turned out to be his study. Shelves of books lined two of the four walls with thick volumes of encyclopedias and sciences all in perfect order. And then there was the desk in the middle she was creeping around with her hands already fishing feverishly through the drawers. Not even bothering to pick and choose through them, Marah did as she had done before and began dumping the contents in her bag, the smile never leaving her face. The clattering of coins and office supplies filled the room, oddly not seeming to faze the thief at all. She wanted more, so much more, crammed to bursting in her stretched bag. She was enjoying this way too much. Maybe too much so.

    “Whew…calm down…”

    Sitting for a moment in the leatherback chair, she held onto the armrest to catch her breath and stared blankly across the desk. Her heart was pounding like crazy. Her brow was covered in fresh sweat, and she was practically on the verge of hyperventilating. And the growing heat between her legs couldn’t go unnoticed as she felt her hands trembling.

    “What the hell is going on…?” she breathed out, weirded out by the fact she was actually getting aroused by all this. Pushing the absurdity from her head for the time being, she stood back up and shook her body a bit to get the weird behavior out of her system. Grabbing her knapsack once again, she tied it up and headed out of the room and to stairs.

    She began making her descent, her eyes never leaving the door that would her back outside and to the payoff she had been waiting for her entire life. A grin graced her face again as the return of these sensual sensations washed over her, slowly arresting her concentration. With each step, she bit her lip harder and harder to stifle the moans that wanted to escape her. The rhythmic clunk, clunk, clunk of the valuables tickled her eardrums in tandem with the wondrous, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle of her tits.

    Jiggle? As she slumped against the wall after finally reaching the bottom, her hands had glued themselves to her newly pronounced meaty orbs beneath her shirt.

    “What the—”

    Her eyes couldn’t stop gawking at them. Even in the darkness of the room, she could still see the ridges of unmistakable titflesh bulging from the sinking strained collar.

    “H-How are you…damn…they're huge!”

    She had never really paid any attention to her non-existent bust before, but now, now they were like the size of melons! A-And getting bigger?!

    It was all incomprehensible in her heated state, but she loved the stress these babies put on her shirt. The way they seemed to be growing out away from her and gaining mass to stretch those seams more and more sent her mind into a pleasurable fog. Her hands clawed at the hems of the black top mesmerized by the rippling flesh squishing through her hands. It was all so spectacular. For a time, Marah had forgotten about why she even came to the house that night. For now, she was enthralled by her expanding bust, even as it sent her sprawling to the floor.

    Landing on those milky cushions was enough to send lethal tears across her shirt and allow the wobbly flesh to splay out around her. A long, low moan flooded the room, failing to give Marah any sign of concern for the silent heist she was trying to pull.

    She didn’t care. Struggling to her feet with her heavy rack swaying from side to side like meaty pendulums that put the one the spindly grandfather clock had beside her to shame. She hugged her massive things to herself as if she were a kid clinging to a stuffed animal. The way they sloshed audibly with their milk, and the slow and constant pulse of growth made her laugh giddily. Taking one sideways glance to the bag of glittering treasure half spilled out on the rug, she shrugged and kept adoring her bosom.

    With breasts in arm she danced weightlessly around the living space, loving how crazy and wonderful this night had been turning out. Bigger and bigger they became, slowing her down, but not enough to break her joyous stride. A rifle through his trophy room. A sneak peek at a comic collection. Even a 3am pause to ransack his pantry of chocolate truffles. Her cleavage was packed with new rich finds and a few snacks, all squished in her waist length storage tanks.



    “Having fun, eh?”



    Marah shrieked in fright as the lights around her burst on, blinding her with jarring intensity. She brought her hand up to shield her eyes as her other did it’s best to calm the tumult of jiggling before her. Peeking through her fingers she saw him. The guy that lived here had caught her. And in quite the unfortunate of circumstances.

    “Thought I might find you here…” the guy chuckled nonchalantly as he walked toward her. Taking one look to the contents poking from her tits and then back up to her he raised an eyebrow.

    “You didn’t end up eating all of them, did you?”

    Marah stood there stock still, a wave of sheer embarrassment consuming her. She gasped as he reached out and fished his hand through the plastic bag between her mounds and pulled up a singular morsel.

    “Greedy, greedy, greedy…” he tisked disapprovingly as he unwrapped the candy. “Already half melted…what a waste.”

    His demeanor was anything but what she thought. Catching a girl who had broke into his house and robbed him, and was also heaving gigantic boobs in her arms while eating his food…she expected a little bit more reaction. He knew something. That’s what frightened her.

    “It’ll happen in about a minute or so.”

    “What will?”

    The man laughed and gestured to her. “Oh you'll see.” He crumpled the foil wrapper and flicked it at her and smirked as it bounced off her left breast.

    Marah's eyes darted away from the floor and shifted nervously around the room even more frightened by his ambiguous decree. She needed to get out of there with her loot while she still could. If she could get around him, she could make a break for the door. Or maybe she could just run right over him with her new wrecking balls. Yeah… that was the way to go.

    “And…it begins.”

    Marah stopped mid-step and cocked her head confused as he spoke with a calm smile that derailed her thought. That smile. So conniving…so mysterious…so…so…handsome. Her eyes wandered from his mouth to his pearly gray eyes and perfectly layered brown hair. Even in just shorts and a t-shirt she couldn’t help but feel her heart pounding with desire to be near to him. The more she looked at him the more fidgety she became.

    “Nrrr…I want you…” she growled lustfully.

    He smirked and gave her a wink. But his composure faltered when he noticed her thunder toward him and throw herself through the doorway onto him.

    Blindly sailing through the air, she jostled through the kitchen door and collided with the homeowner, sandwiching him and herself to the floor. She could feel him move beneath her, sending her body quivering with delight. Bobbing up and down playfully she heard him groan and struggle to escape until finally he managed to squeeze out his upper body.

    “Got a name handsome?”

    He looked up at her as she cooed those words, rolling his eyes. “Fabio.”

    “Really?! Aww, damn that’s hot.”

    “Typical reaction…” he grumbled and yanked one of his arms free from her fleshy prison and reached up to her neck. Quickly yanking off the necklace he frowned and kept his eyes locked on her.

    Instantaneously, the haze of love for the guy disappeared. The wonderful warmth and pulse of her bosom faded. And to her great sadness, the plushy and soft tits she had come to love, shrank away into nothingness.

    “What the hell was that for?!” Her usual brash and cocky attitude was back as she fumbled on the floor.

    “I’ve caught so many like you with this thing,” he scoffed and stood up. “Used to be a fun prank, but now, now I just use to embarrass the idiots that want to rob me. You might think you’re the first one to try and get past me, but I’ve honestly lost count of the big-boobed outcomes I’ve had to deal with. You all go for this stupid necklace ever time!”

    Marah looked from her flat bare chest to this so-called ‘Fabio,’ and glowered at him. “Wouldn’t even be worth stealing from a lowlife like you, that’s for sure.”

    “Oh really?” he laughed incredulously. “Seems to me like you were just dying to get your horny mitts all over me and kiss me not a moment ago…”

    “You mean like this?”

    Marah stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and locked lips in a deeply passionate kiss. She stayed there for a while, rubbing her mouth quite voraciously all over him until she felt she was satisfied. Stepping away she smirked and walked past him to the front door.

    “You forgot your things in that bag right there. Don’t you want it? Isn’t it a shame doing all that work and you leave empty handed?” He called after her with a laugh. Walking over to the pile of his valuables strewn along the floor he slapped on a smug grin as he heard the door shut. Lifting his hand up he shook his head chuckling.

    “Time to put you back in yo—”

    His hand was empty. The teardrop necklace no longer lay in his palm. Looking up and rushing to the window he scanned the dark street for her, cursing under his breath.



    Sneaking off to her home, Marah was all smiles. She may not have made off with millions of dollars worth of precious jewelry, but she did manage to nab something even better. Letting the stone twinkle in the moonlight as she twirled the chain around her finger, she laughed to herself as she imagined just what “Mr. Fabio” must be thinking right about now.