Emma huffed in irritation and rolled over. She’d been trying to get to sleep for three hours. She glanced at the clock. Make that three and a half hours. It was well after midnight now, and her morning alarm certainly wasn’t going to care that she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. Her stomach rumbled. Maybe a snack would help her get to sleep.
 
 
She dragged herself from bed and trudged for the door. Emma lived alone, so her nocturnal attire was… largely absent, actually. The gryphon didn’t bother with a top while she slept. She was very top heavy, and wrangling her perky, gold-furred boobs while in bed was more trouble than it was worth. The only scrap of clothing she wore to bed was a pair of lavender colored panties. She tugged them up on her thick thighs and thumped downstairs to her kitchen.
 
 
~~~
 
 
“Are you sure about this, man?” said Carl, black-clad raccoon with a seriously hunted expression.
 
 
“Yes, I’m sure about this, now shut up,” hissed Tina, a vixen who had somehow packed a massive chest of her own into a skin-tight black sweatshirt.
 
 
Unlike Carl, Tina lacked a natural bandit’s mask, so she was wearing a false one. It wasn’t clear why she was wearing it. The huge silky foxtail and bodacious figure would be the first two things the average witness would describe to the police, not her half-hidden face.
 
 
“Just be cool, man. This lady is loaded,” said Vic, a lean-bodied weasel who rounded out the trio of thieves.
 
 
They were huddled low around the back door of what was, admittedly, a very large and fancy home. Anyone who could afford to live here was certain to have some things worth stealing.
 
 
“But there’s a car in the driveway. She’s probably home in bed,” Carl said.
 
 
“And if you’ll keep your yap shut, she’ll stay that way. You know the drill. If we act fast, robbing the houses of people who are still home means there’s a better chance that any alarms will be turned off,” Tina said.
 
 
“Plus if there are people here, we can shake them down to tell us where the good stuff is hid,” Vic said, flicking out a switchblade. “Step aside. I’m getting itchy.”
 
 
He jabbed the blade into the lock and gave it a twist, shattering the workings and allowing him to click the door open.
 
 
~~~
 
 
Emma leaned over the fridge and tossed a mane of blonde hair that bedhead had barely made a dent in. Despite her hunger, nothing in the fridge was particularly appealing to her. All she’d managed to do in the five minutes she’d been scanning the shelves was subject her chest to a nipple-hardening flow of refrigerated air.
 
 
A distant click and squeak perked her ears up. She turned and a devilish grin came to her beak. She slowly shut the door, its vanishing light allowing her to eerily slip into complete darkness.
 
 
~~~
 
 
Jeez..., Carl thought as his keen night vision settled on a display cabinet filled with half a dozen things that, by themselves, would have made the robbery worthwhile. These guys weren’t kidding. This place is a jackpot.
 
 
He’d focused on the main level, while Vic had gone down to the basement and Tina had taken the risk of heading up to the second floor, where the homeowner was likely sleeping. If they were finding stuff half as good as he was, they were going to be set for months after this theft.
 
 
He plucked things one by one and dumped them into a sack. Though there was no sign of security cameras, and certainly no sign of any witnesses, out of habit he crept along the floor. It was for this reason that when he bumped into an unexpected figure, he rather than face to face he was face to rumbling belly.
 
 
Carl gasped and scrambled back, Emma reached out and grabbed his upper arms with her talons. He drew in a breath, ready to alert the others. Emma simply pulled him forward, cramming his short, pointed muzzle into her cavernous cleavage to silence him.
 
 
The fear of being discovered slowly evolved into a much more primal fear when he glanced up at the green eyes gazing down at him. They weren’t the eyes of an angry or frightened home owner. There wasn’t a trace of agitation or anxiety in her expression. Just the smug certainty of someone a few notches higher on the food chain.
 
 
Emma’s stomach rumbled again. She pulled his arms a little tighter and leaned her head down. A short, triangular tongue dragged up between his eyes, then leaned further to whisper in his ear.
 
 
“I am fond of racoons. But it sounds like you brought friends, and I’m not interested in giving them a free show, so you’re going to help me out, okay?”
 
 
Even if she’d allowed him to tug his face out of her cleavage to answer, Carl very much doubted his answer would have mattered to her. The corners of her beak turned up into an even more chilling grin, and her vivid green eyes briefly became luminous.
 
 
He felt his muscles begin to loosen. In moments, he couldn’t move. As some arcane will swirled through his body, he slid past relaxation, all the way to paralysis and beyond. His tightly gripped arms started to slide further. His shoulders broadened, shifting and sliding bonelessly to stretch across the breasts. Behind her back, he felt the fingers of each hand meet. They laced together. The sensation of each gradually blended until he couldn’t tell one hand from the other. She released his arms and he dangled limply from her. Already, the warmth of her body was minging with his. Carl’s sensitive nose, still deep in her cleavage, filled with an alluring, feminine aroma.
 
 
The scent, and the amount of his body stretched across her firm, buoyant breasts made it a little difficult to concentrate on the impossibility of his situation. It was just as well, as in his distraction she gathered up his dangling legs and pulled them behind her back as well. Now he could feel his torso widening and shortening. Her perky nipples dug into him, dimpling his chest. As he pulled tighter, he could actually feel them beginning to bulge his back outward. But how was that possible?
 
 
Gradually, the glorious stretch of his body and the near all-encompassing softness and warmth of her breasts robbed him of the concern. He simply breathed the scent and felt his body wrap tighter around her chest.
 
 
~~~
 
 
Emma shut her eyes and ran her fingers over the dwindling form of the first thief. His body formed into a springy, comfortable bra to tide her over for the rest of the night’s festivities. Turning a person into a bra always made for such a nice warm, soft bit of underwear. A few sweeps of her hands and flexes of magic eased the ugly black clothes away and smoothed his fur to a uniform purple to match her panties and a satin sheen. A black and white tail still hung from between the cups, and the stretched remnants of his nose still sniffed and flared between her boobs, but she decided they could stay. A curl and tuck got the tail out of the way, and she headed downstairs to pursue the next of her home invaders.
 
 
~~~
 
 
The basement initially seemed like it was going to be a bust, but Vic was thorough. As usual, it had paid off. Behind a bit of loose paneling on a wall was a hefty safe. The time since then had been spent trying to get it open. He wasn’t making much progress.
 
 
“A weasel? Lovely!” Emma said. “I was hoping for something nice and sleek. They go down so easy.”
 
 
Vic spun around, eyes wide. It had been years since anyone had snuck up on him successfully. He was usually the one doing the sneaking. He rallied quickly, charging forward and grabbing a handful of Emma’s top to pull her closer. The attempted intimidation fell somewhat flat when his sharp tug failed to move her in the slightest. He could swear he heard her bra groan quietly when he tugged it.
 
 
Undeterred, he snapped out his blade and held it up.
 
 
“Listen to me, lady,” he said. “You’re going to tell me the combination for this safe and maybe I’ll let you keep that pretty beak of yours.”
 
 
Emma blinked at him. She didn’t seem frightened. She didn’t even have the decency to stop smirking.
 
 
“Are you listening to me? You tell me the combination or I am going to carve you up!”
 
 
“Oh, I’m listening. It’s really helped me make up my mind.” She leaned forward. “You’re going down head first so I don’t have to hear anymore of that nonsense.”
 
 
“That’s it, I’m--”
 
 
Emma’s hand snapped up with dizzying speed and sent the knife twirling into the darkness. She seized him by the upper arms, yawned her mouth wide, and his head was engulfed in hot, moist darkness.
 
 
The beak clamped tight around his head. He tried to shout, but even if a voice muffled by her firmly shut beak might have had a chance to summon help, a firm press of her tongue shoved his head against the roof of her mouth and forced his jaw shut. She suckled his head for a moment, slathering his fur with her tongue just long enough for him to think she might just be taunting him. A powerful yank against his arms forced his face down her throat. The flesh was punishingly tight, like a smooth, wet vice clenching around him. His pinned-flat ears were filled with squelching and the thumping of her pulse. Another shove slithered his head further into the muscular tube. He felt his arms forced to his side, his shoulders somehow fitting into her mouth with little difficulty. The muscles squeezing his head dragged him forward, waves of powerful motion inching him deeper.
 
 
No amount of kicking or struggling made the slightest difference. By the time his midriff was dragging across her tongue, his head slurped into the stretchy sack of her stomach.
 
 
~~~
 
 
Emma held the kicking legs with her hands, but let her throat do the work of feeding her meal inside. Normally she would have taken her time and savored the flavor of her meal a bit more, but this was more having a nice full stomach so that she could finally get to sleep. So she just watched as each little gulp dragged the legs a bit deeper. The weasel was fighting and stretching at her stomach, which was gradually growing to accommodate him, but all it really managed to do was bounce her boobs now and then, much to the chagrin of her new top.
 
 
A final swallow and a bit of gravity sent him tumbling into her belly, bloating it out and giving her the long-sought satiety she was after.
 
 
“You let me out!” Vic shouted from inside her gut, sloshing and shoving it violently. “You let me out right now!”
 
 
She huffed. “Oh, calm down and try to enjoy it. It’s your last chance anyhow.”
 
 
“Tina will teach you a lesson if you don’t let me out.”
 
 
“I see… Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
 
 
She ran her fingers over the plush fur of her taut tummy and allowed herself a moment or two more to enjoy the feeling of fullness. As much as she adored the way she felt after a nice heavy meal, having a big belly was a bit of a hassle when there was potential combat to be done. And besides, the next part felt even better.
 
 
She placed her hands at her sides, shut her eyes, and tipped her head back. Her fingers slowly curled. Her tummy clenched down. A moment of voice quickly vanished into a chorus of soft gurgles and blorps. The tummy churned and bulged with increasingly vigorous but decreasingly powerful shoves. As the size of her stomach drained away, her already shapely hips and chest ticked up. She sighed in delight at the feeling of her body absorbing its meal, and chuckled at the whimper of dismay as her bra sagged under the weight of her upgraded bust. When she’d made the best of Vic, she headed for the stairs.
 
 
~~~
 
 
Tina’s eyes were practically sparkling as she sifted through the contents of a jewelry box. At first she’d been worried when she discovered the bedroom was empty, but greed quickly shoved that aside.
 
 
“This is the score of a century,” she whispered to herself.
 
 
She was holding a necklace and calculating the its value when she felt a soft weight upon her head. There was no telling what it was, but as the warmth started to slide down over her head, she hastily rolled to the side and sprang back to her feet. The evasive maneuver revealed the positively bodacious owner of the household, a confident smirk on her beak as she rested on hand on a plump thigh.
 
 
“Vic!” Tina shouted. “It’s showtime!”
 
 
Emma gave her thigh a slap. “Oh, don’t worry, he’s already made his contribution.”
 
 
“Carl!?”
 
 
Emma simply stretched the bra a bit and let it snap back with a muffled yelp.
 
 
“But… How did you... “ She narrowed her eyes. “Fine. It’s just you and me then.”
 
 
She crouched a bit and gave her own heavy chest a quick adjustment.
 
 
“I don’t owe this figure to good genes alone. Step aside or pay the price.”
 
 
Emma raised her eyebrows slightly. “This should be interesting.”
 
 
Tina stalked slowly sideways, attempting to circle Emma. The gryphon held her ground, green eyes following Tina with interest. The busty vixen ran the options through her head. If this lady had handled Vic and Carl singled handed, the only chance Tina had was to hit her hard enough to stun her, then make a run for it. She crouched and launched herself toward the wall. Planting her foot on the wall allowed her to kick off and send her hurtling toward Tina. She extended both feet, ready to deliver a thunderous heel kick right to the beak.
 
 
Emma simply watched, bemused, as the nimble vixen roared through the air. She didn’t try to dodge or block. Instead, at the last moment, she took a step backward. This meant that the punishing blow intended for her chin instead struck her cleavage.
 
 
What happened next happened way too quickly for Tina’s brain to comprehend it. Her feet slipped between the breasts, sliding deep into the fluffy warmth between Emma’s boobs. She didn’t lodge, she didn’t bounce off. She just continued, sliding ever deeper. Her thighs spread the cleavage a bit wider, but barely slowed her descent. The warmth just continued, enveloping more and more of her body. She flailed her hands and tried to stop herself from sinking even deeper, but her fingers slid against the smooth fur and *FLOOPED* inside. Not until her own enormous breasts reached the cleavage did she finally bob to a stop.
 
 
Now that her motion had shifted from a fall to a slow, ponderous sway as the breasts trapping her recovered from the impact, she finally had time to process what had happened. Her body should have been sticking out the bottom of this infuriating woman’s chest, but all she felt was warm, gentle pressure. She’d been bodily stuffed into the cleavage, vanishing inside like some sort of cartoon character.
 
 
“How? How did you--”
 
 
Emma reached up and closed her hand around the vixen’s muzzle, pinching it shut.
 
 
“Would you please stop asking that and make yourself useful?”
 
 
~~~
 
 
Emma held tight, gazing between the vixen’s black-wrapped boobs to revel in the indignant look in her eyes. She stood on her tiptoes, then flopped down, causing her boobs to bounce and the Vixen to inch a bit deeper. She squeaked with dismay. Another bounce. Another few inches. Each little slide brought them closer to eye to eye. When the vixen’s own boobs were almost entirely consumed by Emma’s, and the two girls were nose to beak, Emma allowed her smile to widen. She leaned forward, then sharply straightened up.
 
 
*FLUP*
 
 
Tina vanished into warm depths and the breasts flopped back together with a soft clap. After a moment, her boobs started to quiver and jiggle. Her bra, sensing what was to come, released a pathetic whine.
 
 
*BWOMP*
 
 
Tina’s impressive chest, as well as the rest of her, contributed to a monumental growth spurt for Emma’s boobs. The poor bra was stretched to its limit, trembling to support the titanic globes.
 
 
She ran her hands over her breasts, sighing at the sensation.
 
 
“Oh… That hit the spot. I think it’s finally time for bed.”
 
 
She reached back and unfastened the strap of the most recent addition to her wardrobe. It murmured in grateful relief.
 
 
“You did a nice job, little guy. And heaven knows I’m going to need a good sturdy bra for a while. Why don’t you stick around?”
 
 
With a flick of her wrist, the former racoon flopped to the top of her hamper as she strutted her new curves toward her bed for a good night’s sleep.