Not the way they thought

After a couple blocks, the cargo speeder slowed to maneuver into the congested market. As it came to a stop, they hopped out and dodged into the space between two stalls where the tarps making up the temporary walls covered them from view. Once certain they were alone, the two sartorial bandits examined their ill-gotten haul.

"I grabbed a couple pairs of pants... maybe shorts?" Jaia demurred as she held up two pairs of pants fit for a petite Jawa.

"I didn't do any better." Fennec held up a shirt and sash fit for the same. "But we'll make this work. What choice do we have?"

Given how their night was going, the answer was obviously none.

Both ladies packed and shimmied themselves into pants that barely passed halfway down their thighs and the waist band rode so low, Fennec was grateful she'd trimmed the dark hairs over her groin recently, or else they'd be poking out. Even getting them that high required yanking until every fold of their lower anatomies was perfectly visible through cloth pulled tight as a second skin.

Fennec kept the tiny shirt for herself and left Jaia to try and cover her buxomness by converting the belt into a tube top, and it barely worked at that. The enforcer had to compress her melons with one hand clamping down on each of her private peaks while Fennec pushed and fought to close the catch between her full bosoms. The result was taught as a bow string and pressed and piled Jaia's boobs so high she quipped about resting her chin on them. Fennec's shirt was little better. Her breasts were virtually vacuum packed into a shirt whose sleeves were too tight to let her lower her arms.

Finally clothed, if they could call it that, the two decided to brave the open market as the fastest way to get distance from the armed Twi'lek that had appeared at the next corner down. The pair moved between the stalls in the greatest display of front-facing wedgies in the Core worlds. The tight pants restricted their range of motion, forcing the women to move in a flurry of brief steps. Each of which rubbed tightly packed seams on intimate areas. Instantly, Fennec's face was blushing. Within meters she'd added a subconscious wiggle to her steps that set her heart racing faster and threatened to poke her hardening nipples through the flimsy top.

Two painted women, wiggling along in painted on clothes, blended perfectly into the seedy pleasure district, perhaps too well. They didn't make half a block till they were shouted offers. Fennec wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed for looking like a prostitute or how low the propositions were or that all of this only seemed to fan the warmth spreading through her.

Fennec blushed at the thought of how even with these clothes she was still effectively naked in public, risking the humiliating destruction of her career and reputation at any moment. She chewed her lips as the idea made her add an extra wiggle to her hips. What was going on with her?! She was a deadly assassin, not some exhibitionist humiliation-junky. Right? ... Right! Well...?

The internal struggle was short circuited when Jaia twisted an arm into a lock behind her back and shoved her off the street. The suddenly longer steps provoking a sudden spike in rubbing and blushing. All this only seemed to excite some of their wannabe be clients.

"You gone moof-brained?" Fennec panted as she was pinned face-first to a concrete wall while trying to ignore her budding exhilaration.

"Truce was till we have clothes," answered the enforcer as she cranked her arm harder, eliciting threatening pops from a shirt seam. "Better you go with the Hutt's slavers than me."

Fennec smiled. "You can try." She shifted her weight hard to the right. When Jaia moved to counter, she spun to her left, throwing Jaia off-balance and topping her into the wall as she twisted out of the arm lock. Fennec's other fist chambered to deliver a finishing blow to the back of the enforcer's head.

At that moment a great RIP announced an opening that split her shirt in half, right up the front. With a surprised, "Eek!" she fumbled to contain her freely bouncing boobies.

Jaia kicked off the wall, spinning to counter attack, until the split that was traveling down the back of her tiny pants met the split traveling up her inner thighs. With an, "Eek!" of her own, she clapped both hands over her suddenly public bush.

The suddenly half-dressed combatants eyed each other, unsure how to prosecute further attacks..

Fennec decided to finish this with a spinning sweep. With hands busy covering her chest, it was clumsy and awkward but it still landed Jaia on her bubble butt. That sent two rips running up the outer edges of her pant legs. The sudden release pushed the waistband up over her hips and finished the work of cramming the remaining bit of seam up the crevice of her vagina.

Fennec gave a humiliatingly high-pitched, "YEEP!" as she let her boobs flop free to hop around, digging at the stubborn scrap of fabric that was fast unraveling the once feared bounty hunter in front of a bunch of hooting idiots.

At that moment, as Jaia sat up, the overstressed belt she'd transformed into an undersized tube-top finally gave up the ghost. With a SNAP it shot off of her like a bullet, leaving honey brown melons to flop free. In her frazzled state, Fennec squirmed helplessly as she watched the freed buckle raced out and bounced off her forehead.

The elite mercenary's eyes crossed as she dropped to her knees, collapsing face first into Jaia's bosom. At that moment, her final scrap of clothing gave out, taking her last scrap of dignity with it as it revealed the fair flesh of her upturned ass to a cheering crowd.