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"Alright, we need to track down those bandits and get the cart. Not only might there be an innocent woman trapped in that cart, but we can get treasure from the bandits, as well as the bounty from our employers," Jasmine declares, clenching her fist.

"Sounds good by me. We'll track 'em down to their base, and ambush them," Alexis says with a nod. "But first," she adds, "You need to fix your wardrobe."

Looking down with embarrassment, Jasmine realizes her bra has ripped to pieces and left her newly engorged breasts hanging at gravity's whims. "I think you're right," she agrees, laughing a little.

She takes off the ripped clothes and puts something together, tying the sleeves together using the sleeves from her white overshirt, since they can no longer be laced to the ripped garment. She then used the remainder of the shit fabric to make an extension to her bra in the back, and used her belt to wrap around her neck, keeping the strap snapped bra holding her massive melons.

"This should manage," she says, dusting off and heading out to track down the bandits.

"Should manage? You're the sexiest chubby wizardress with magically inflated breasts I've ever seen."

"Sounds like a specific category to win," Jasmine says, walking to where they had seen the cart leave.

"Trust me, I;ve met at least two others. And slept with one other," she says laughing, following behind the wizardress.

Alexis takes the lead in the woods, tracking down the cart. The bandits had used either mechanisms or magic to hid the road they had built with vines and branches, but Alexis searches for the empty patches of canopy to guide her, finding where the road was, easily tracking them down through the thick forest.

Eventually, the two come to a clearing, each splitting through brambles to hide behind the massive redwoods. Using her Mage Hand spell, Jasmine takes out a small hand mirror and holds it to get an angled view of them. She spots three wood elves, with greenish skin from their sylvan lineage. Each is wearing blue velvet and brown, soft leather.

A chubby man sits on the stolen cart, smoking a pipe that Jasmine knows to belong to the caravan owner. She had seen her once smoke it at a campfire, while scolding Jasmine for overeating to the point that she couldn't adequately defend them. The man wears a harness and has two swords strapped to his back. A ranger? Maybe a rogue, she thinks to herself.

On the other side of the clearing stands a female elf, thinner, and with a tattoo of an eagle over her right thigh in green ink. Her long red hair covers the nipples of her somewhat modest bare breasts with two long strands undone, with the rest done behind her head. She holds a long staff adorned with a jewel, and wears next to no clothes, with only loin cloths and high heeled boots.

Who wears heels with a loincloth? That's ridiculous! Whatever, probably a druid, or a shaman maybe. Possibly a cleric of nature gods of some kind, but I'd place money on druid, Jasmine reasons.

The last and by far the largest of the three stands over the rest on a platform, looking down over them and holding an absolutely enormous bow. She wears no arrows, oddly enough, and looks dressed for seduction more than combat. Her massive thighs splay out and over leather boots,and her substantial, but proportionately small breasts are held in crossing cloth hammocks of velvet.

Her hair is done ornately, and her eyes are calm and sultry. She stands ready, but calm. All three are on alert, ready for attackers, and already have the treasure in their home, which stands behind the big elf.

-------- Memory Check: Passed!

Suddenly, Jasmine recognizes the woman as Vicky the Slip, an elvish bandit wanted for gold reward in these woods. I thought she only attacked royal caravans, not crooks! Jasmine thinks. The bow this bandit wields seems impossibly large, far too big for any ordinary elf to draw. She wonders what this means of these strange bandits.

Wanting to get the plan underway, the busty Aasimar casts message and whispers to Alexis, "That's a wanted criminal!"

With few words left in the message, Jasmine can issue a command to attack or retreat, and stands ready to take on this wanted bandit. She stands ready, and thinks over her options carefully.

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"Alright, we need to track down those bandits and get the cart. Not only might there be an innocent woman trapped in that cart, but we can get treasure from the bandits, as well as the bounty from our employers," Jasmine declares, clenching her fist.

"Sounds good by me. We'll track 'em down to their base, and ambush them," Alexis says with a nod. "But first," she adds, "You need to fix your wardrobe."

Looking down with embarrassment, Jasmine realizes her bra has ripped to pieces and left her newly engorged breasts hanging at gravity's whims. "I think you're right," she agrees, laughing a little.

She takes off the ripped clothes and puts something together, tying the sleeves together using the sleeves from her white overshirt, since they can no longer be laced to the ripped garment. She then used the remainder of the shit fabric to make an extension to her bra in the back, and used her belt to wrap around her neck, keeping the strap snapped bra holding her massive melons.

"This should manage," she says, dusting off and heading out to track down the bandits.

"Should manage? You're the sexiest chubby wizardress with magically inflated breasts I've ever seen."

"Sounds like a specific category to win," Jasmine says, walking to where they had seen the cart leave.

"Trust me, I;ve met at least two others. And slept with one other," she says laughing, following behind the wizardress.

Alexis takes the lead in the woods, tracking down the cart. The bandits had used either mechanisms or magic to hid the road they had built with vines and branches, but Alexis searches for the empty patches of canopy to guide her, finding where the road was, easily tracking them down through the thick forest.

Eventually, the two come to a clearing, each splitting through brambles to hide behind the massive redwoods. Using her Mage Hand spell, Jasmine takes out a small hand mirror and holds it to get an angled view of them. She spots three wood elves, with greenish skin from their sylvan lineage. Each is wearing blue velvet and brown, soft leather.

A chubby man sits on the stolen cart, smoking a pipe that Jasmine knows to belong to the caravan owner. She had seen her once smoke it at a campfire, while scolding Jasmine for overeating to the point that she couldn't adequately defend them. The man wears a harness and has two swords strapped to his back. A ranger? Maybe a rogue, she thinks to herself.

On the other side of the clearing stands a female elf, thinner, and with a tattoo of an eagle over her right thigh in green ink. Her long red hair covers the nipples of her somewhat modest bare breasts with two long strands undone, with the rest done behind her head. She holds a long staff adorned with a jewel, and wears next to no clothes, with only loin cloths and high heeled boots.

Who wears heels with a loincloth? That's ridiculous! Whatever, probably a druid, or a shaman maybe. Possibly a cleric of nature gods of some kind, but I'd place money on druid, Jasmine reasons.

The last and by far the largest of the three stands over the rest on a platform, looking down over them and holding an absolutely enormous bow. She wears no arrows, oddly enough, and looks dressed for seduction more than combat. Her massive thighs splay out and over leather boots,and her substantial, but proportionately small breasts are held in crossing cloth hammocks of velvet.

Her hair is done ornately, and her eyes are calm and sultry. She stands ready, but calm. All three are on alert, ready for attackers, and already have the treasure in their home, which stands behind the big elf.

-------- Memory Check: Passed!

Suddenly, Jasmine recognizes the woman as Vicky the Slip, an elvish bandit wanted for gold reward in these woods. I thought she only attacked royal caravans, not crooks! Jasmine thinks. The bow this bandit wields seems impossibly large, far too big for any ordinary elf to draw. She wonders what this means of these strange bandits.

Wanting to get the plan underway, the busty Aasimar casts message and whispers to Alexis, "That's a wanted criminal!"

With few words left in the message, Jasmine can issue a command to attack or retreat, and stands ready to take on this wanted bandit. She stands ready, and thinks over her options carefully.

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