Sister of Chester Estate
Chester Estate Part 3


Written by Septia.


“B-bitch.” It was just reflex. I glanced down, underneath her dress, I could see even more of her womanhood peeking down. Was, it growing? 
	Amber shut the door to her mother’s room, eyes drilled into me. “Sister of mine, I, value, your blunt nature, though, this moment would favor the facade you put on for your photo shoots.” She reached out her hand. “Will you not strike a magnificent pose for me? So I can refine you, into the gem,” her eyes shone at this word, “you are?”
	She stepped towards me. My whole body shook in rejection. “You can't do this.” I stumbled back, I had to get out of here. Amber was blocking the way back to the stairs, but some of the manor's rooms were connected, there had to be a path around her. I grabbed the first door I could in the corridor opposite Marigold's and tore it open. It opened into another hallway. Perfect. I ran through the door, which clacked shut behind me -Cllrtck-.
	Amber smiled, watching me as I stumbled out of the door.
	This was the same corridor. The, exact, same corridor. I ran to the door again, tore it open and walked through.
	I was in the same corridor still. 
	“Is it not a strange phenomenon?” Amber asked, hand venturing down her porcelain frame to strum the throbs of her sex. “We tend to forget our goals, right as we step over a threshold.” She began moving. It was not a chase, there was no rush, she merely, walked. 
	I swallowed. Down the hallway, away from just, just anywhere, I needed to get out of this place now. I ran; dread injecting my legs with adrenaline, each step throwing my body forwards, casting it off of the carpeted ground and towards the end of the hallway. I ran, and ran. Doors flew by me, paintings of generations of women in blond hair passed me by in a blur. The more I ran, the less saturated the blond became, gradually turning a white approach and silvery locks. My lungs struggled in the sudden exertion, my breathing growing heavy. And, I was nowhere closer to the end of the hall… Whilst the corridor flew past me to my sides, ahead of me, the end of the line remained static, as far away as it had always been despite how fast I approached it. In fact… the more I focused my vision, the further away the corridor extended? Was there, even an end? 
	“Do you do much running on the catwalk?” It was Amber's voice, she was right behind me. 
	I threw a glance back. She was as close as ever. In fact, unlike me, her stride brought her nearer with each of her steps. 
	I broke my sprint. Breath caught in my throat, struggling to wheeze in air. I might as well have been running on a treadmill for all the distance it put between us. “What the hell is going on,” I shouted. 
	Amber's smile brimmed with teeth, her amethyst eyes glowing, the hooks of her blond hair bobbing in every step towards me. 
	Turning my back away from her, I held her in my sight, and took a step backwards.
	I moved away. There was distance between us.
	My eyes kept sealed on her. Another backwards step. Another bit of distance gained. I stumbled back, keeping her and only her in my line of sight. Angling my path towards the wall and drumming my fingers against it until I, until I met with a door. I sought out the handle, deliberately keeping only Amber in my vision as I opened it, and stumbled inside.
	I shut the door tight behind me. -Thhdmdk-. The room laid shrouded in dusk, a natural light from a small hatch window in the opposite end of the room, the only source of illumination. I took a moment to breathe. Staring at the door handle. Below it was a lock. A key was still inside. I fumbled with the key, twisting it till I heard a clack of my metal hammer lock in place -Cllddnk-. That bought me some time, maybe, but Amber could know how to circumvent the path, I didn't have time to- 
	-Crrkrrrnk-. 
	The colour drained from my face as the door opened, shoving me away from the threshold, to see Amber's figure, silhouetted by the flood of lights from the corridor behind her, dominating the frame. 
	“We have no doors locked for family in this manor,” she mused. 
	I stumbled backwards, my breath skipping and chugging like an old steam engine. I felt my feet stumble through boxes and cartons that littered the room. Revolving in reach of any form of exit. But the room was such a mess, crates stacked upon furniture stacked upon crates stacked upon more furniture. My vision blurred trying to make sense of it all, unable to land on a single point to recognise what any of it was. Were these even boxes? Or pillows? Cartons? I couldn't…
	I discarded these thoughts, quaking in my steps, until I locked onto the one thing that made sense in this room: the window. Its light beckoned me, weaker than that from the hallway, but enough to make out.
	I stumbled through the rubble, then waded, then swam, then I climbed, I climbed as the peaks grew cold, a chill that combed through my hair, it was freezing. The higher I grappled, the stiffer my fingers grew, until I used them more as hooks to latch onto the next rectangular shaped object. The window grew smaller, it had been large enough to give light to the room, but now it barely reached the width of my shoulders. 
	But it was enough, it had to be enough, I crawled further, reaching out for the window with all my might. -Bggllorrustp- A gelatinous squeal of burying your hand in a tub of butter resounded as my fist met the window glass. The windowpane cratered around my hand, concaved and grappled onto my wrist. I watched the old, yellowed glass flow as liquid around me, hauling my arm forwards, trawling me into itself, and before I knew it my head sank through the glass -Chhhtglpgsh- enveloped in the glass blown yolk sap. The inside out reflective cocoon enveloping my body. Through the surface the world warped into beams of refracted light. Sheer willpower kept my legs pushing, forcing myself through, myself and the window working in tandem to engulf me in its pod of glass, until it sealed over my feet, and I was in the clutches of choking crystal.


~ 1 ~


A moment passed, the light dimmed. I shuffled, struggled as the mass began to harden around me. Thrusting my shoulders upwards. -Ckkrrtchk- I broke through, the glass crumbling around me as I arched my head free from the drooling yolk of contorted window. 
	Heavy, deep breaths. I crawled out, standing upon ground that felt damp under my socks. I glanced over to the glass I had hatched from, it was alone on the ground. There was no wall behind it, there was nothing behind it. Just… dark , a darkness stretching out before me, a few meters. Then, the darkness ended.
	There was more than that, or, less… because behind the darkness was… black. Pure, engulfing blackness. A blackness which drained the light from everything around it, even darkness.
	Globs of glass yolk skill clung to my hair, plastering orange locks down my face, I brushed some out of the way, attempting to orient myself. 
	Turning my back to the blackness, I gazed upon my surroundings. This was, a swamp? But it, was not a swamp of mud and trees. It was a swamp of… artifacts.
	Sculptures stood with appendages sprouting out of them, twisting their visages into crowns upon which leaves of glass lenses and jewels grew. 
	The ground below me was flowing in folds of damp silk and tapestry, orange patterns and woven fibers blending into each other as they drained down the paths of this warped landscape. 
	The patches on the ground between the marble and crystalline statues were blocks of metal, longcase clock and furniture contorted into oblong and amorphous shapes to carve out a perversion of solid ground. The clocks still ticked, swarms of chimes rumbling the background.
	Staring above me, there was a blanket of ultramarine. Yet, this was not a dark sky, but a canvas, painted with broad, thick strokes of congealed oil and acrylic. The hues waned and ebbed, flowing in a grand tapestry far out of my reach
	“Wh-… what, where, who, why?” I forgot what I was about to ask. 
	My steps held heavy as I stroke through the fluid fabric upon a shore of an old marble topped table. I rested my head against a granite statue, it bore features of snakes and elephants, though its limbs laid twisted into a mishmash of shapes I could not make out any head.
	Cold. Everything was cold. There was nothing biological here, because none of this was real, this was not a real landscape, real water or real sky. This was… an ersatz, a facsimile of a place… something, mimicking being real. 


A shuffle through the metal and vine bushes -Skkscst-. I stared into the nothing space. There were, figures, figures of hardened light, visible for brief instances at time. As soon as I caught sight of one they froze, and faded, or had they ever only been in one pose? Etched into reality like a photocopy; an after image of something that, could have been here.
	The longer I looked, the more of them I found. And through this, I found outliers in the landscape. There were frames, tilted door frames, window frames suspended in the air, some cradled and integrated into the the statue trees, others simply perched a touch too far off of the ground.
	'Was this a way out?' I wondered in my head, looking through the frames, most were full of darkness, others, held a door, or window on one side, but only one side… From the other they remained see through, or bloated in dusk. One of them, felt familiar. 
	“Ashley?” 
	The first real noise I had heard from this place. And it was… it was her again. She was behind me. Amber, in the same pose, wearing the same smile, walking across the faux landscape, own hand still nursing her snatch. 
	“My treasure, finds herself where she belongs. Do you yearn to be appreciated, in the way only attainable, by becoming one of my gems?”
	“E-eat a dick,” I cried out and opened the door, with my back to it. I remembered, this door, and stoked the hope in my heart that it was real… 


~ 2 ~


-Cllck-. The light in my room turned on. My room in the Chester manor. I had never been so happy to see the mess of a living space in front of me. 
	This calm was fleeting. I snatched up my phone and wallet, I crammed some clean laundry in a bag, and walked straight through the door-. 
	“Sister of-.” 
	I slammed the door shut in Amber's face. Of course, she was there, she was already there.
	There was another door, leading down to a hallway the presumed servants had used. -Crrrrnch-. 
	“... Mine-.” 
	-Cdhnnk- Slammed shut again. She was there too. I clutched my face, gnawing on my thumb. Without fail, all these doors lead somewhere they shouldn't. My eyelids snapped open at this realisation. I threw myself at the wardrobe, tearing the doors open. They led right into a manor's kitchen. With a deranged smile to the fact this balls to the wall gamble worked I stepped through, stumbling through the kitchen. There were open pathways all the way to the entrance hall from here. Without doors or thresholds. I was so happy. I was gonna beat this thot at her own game. 
	“My treasured gem…” 
	“Shut up,” I cried, twisting around to see Amber behind me once more, following my stride beat for beat. I grappled onto the first object in my vicinity – a vase of some cured glossy ceramic with orange swirls painted on – and threw it towards Amber. 
	The vase hit the floor.
	And I shattered. 
	-Ckkrltkchss- My vision instantly fractured into a hail of perspectives, pieces of my body thrown every which way. Each one sentient, each one conscious, and each one cast into darkness as the world around them segmented into further shards of sounds and sights intertwined and granulated into grains of understanding that evaporated into dust. 
	There was nothing. For a long while, there was nothing.


Then, something. Throughout this darkness, there was one, blond, light. The only thing I could perceive…Amber. She was still there. She was…still…there? How? I reached out, and in my desire, an arm coalesced out of the fractured dust, my arm, my fingers, closing round this distant shape of Amber. My fingers met with glass. A marble, a marble of yellowed citrine saffron glow. I brought this marble closer, closer. The darkness desegregated, my body illuminated. The closer I held the marble to my new body, the larger shadows of light it cast out from itself, shadows of reality stretching tall as treetops in my every direction. Doors, halls, rooms, all of it cast out from this single bead of light, this tilted smile drilling a leer of desire into my being.
	I shifted the fist size marble, and reality warped around it. Though, there was a pattern, seams passing over each other, fractures forged in each other's likeness. I kept moving it, raising, lowering, staring in every which way, attempting to grasp a scale of the impossible. It felt like tuning an old radio through frequencies, though this knob existed in – at least – three dimensions. But, it began to make sense. Soon, fractures of reality melded into place, the pieces of the puzzle merged. As reality settled, the marble Amber evaporated out of my grasp
	I had been so focused on solving it, that I had not realised what I was looking at… and now… I found myself, on a circle mat, surrounded by an octagon of doors. Every cardinal and ordinal direction: there was a door. There was, so very little space allocated for me, opening a single door would block me out from any of the others. And, judging by the hinges, they all opened inwards. I had one chance. If Amber was behind any of these doors I opened… she would not let me get away.
	I closed my eyes, and laid my ear to a door. I waited. 
	“Ashley.” 
	She was there. The next door. 
	“Ashley.” 
	She was there too. 
	“Ashley.” “Ashley.” “Ashley.” “Ashley, my Gem.” “My treasure Ashley.” “Ashley.” “Ashley.” “Gem of mine.” “Sister of Gem.” “Ashley of Ashley.” “Ashley Gem of.”
	Her voice pounded in my head, drumming through my ears, revolving through the entirety of my being.
	She. Was. Everywhere. 
	I rested my head on a door -Thunk-. 
	…
	It was silent.
	Wait, there was, something: a noise, a rumble. But, it was not Amber. That was enough for me.
	I tore the door open, and was met by a wall of water. An actual, wall, of solid water. Held at the threshold of the frame, light passing through the surface far above. I started. Then reached out, and dipped a hand into it. 
	The wall collapsed. A cascade threw me back into the roils of an ocean unleashed. I was slammed against one of the doors, its hinges creaked, and burst under the pressure. I was flushed through it, the water soon filled the empty space, encompassing everything around me, smothering me on all sides by the pressure of churning waves.
	Outlines and rooms disappeared. But I fought against it, swimming with all my might for what I oh so hoped was the upwards… harder, harder, but my muscles were sore, aching. Just before I could meet the surface, they gave in. My body gave in, sloughed straight, sinking… sinking… sinking… 


-Splptutughsh- I surfaced in the tub. Met with the tiled roof far above, surrounded by the porcelain bath.
	I laid there in the silence... for barely three seconds. Adrenaline shot through my veins. Throwing myself out of the water, and kicking down the door.
	Status: Corridor, regular. At least the one connected to the bathroom. Sopping wet I whipped my head to and fro, smacking my forehead with locks of my own hair.
	“Ashley.” 
	Amber's voice. But… distant. In comparison to before, very distant. Good. I snuck forwards. Finding a staircase. I stepped onto it, but the wooden boards and carpet gave way and molded under my soles like dough, the railing as sturdy as a baguette- Yet, I fought against it. Quick, hard steps solidifying the doubter of a staircase underfoot, scuttling upwards in one of the most intense knee workout I had done in my life. And after everything I arrived in… a corridor. Another corridor. One, suspiciously similar to the one I had just left. Involuntary tremors roamed my body. We were not doing this again. I refuse. And then, I saw something, that the previous hallway lacked… a ladder. A, retractable, ladder. Leading upwards, into a chute.
	I grabbed onto it. The wood was wood, and my thighs couldn't be happier. I ascended the ladder, crawling up through the chute, and hauling it up after me, closing the hatch -Clltck-…
	Silence.
	Real silence.
	The silence of a real, actual attic.
	Amazing. Incredible. Superb. My mind slowed down, and I could take in my surroundings. Furniture, crates, lockboxes, trinkets, and doohickeys. It was an attic. A fairly well-kept one. It almost carried the air of an additional guest room, only fancier, and the furniture covered in cloths, and the mattresses vertical against the wall. 
	“Ashley…” 
	I froze. Amber's voice remained distant, but it put a choke hold on my heart. 
	“… where are you?” 
	Instantly my heart rose into a flutter. She, did not know? Where I was? I could… I felt my muscles condense, then slacken. I steadied myself against a sofa. I had been running, crawling, and swimming for who knows how long now. And I just pissed out the last of my adrenaline getting up here.
	“Can't run,” I whispered, “G-gotta hide.” It had to be somewhere I could get to without moving too much, any shifts in the decor cold unveil my location. I carefully strode on a carpet. There was a coffer in the corner off to one end of the attic, a bit of a winding path to get to it, but it was large enough to comfortably house me. I took care to step over a chain that laid curled towards the front beside it. I steadied myself, felt over the chest, it lacked a lock, good. With what remained of my strength, I hoisted open the lid. 
	And was met by the sound of polished metal grinding against rubber. A pristine, pale alabaster mass stretched between the lid and bottom of the coffer in a batch of ballooning taffy.
	I let go of the lid, but by now the chest was opening itself. The mass surged downwards in a waterfall of sluggish blubber -Slgltughglpgsh-. The shape still within the holds of the coffers reseeded enough to compact into a slim, humanoid figure, halfway hidden in the chest. They stretched out their arms wide with their back arched, groaning as a head of pure, brilliant silver hair billowed down their shoulders. “Mmmmggrrr…” the figure groaned in tune with a bear roused from their slumber. The back archeed more and more, bending ever backwards as they groaned. Until the figure folded into herself and revolved to surface through their own torso. Their eyelids shut, but their neck elongating until their head was a cent away from me.
	I shuddered back against a sofa, pinned by the figure's listless face. 
	The eyelids twitched, one peeked open, enough to bathe my face in a glow of scintillant indigo. “Oooo-hoh…,” the woman's lips split open like batter as she spoke, melding in with each other and forging vines of metallic tethers between each utterance. 
	“Thou…” she said, and shut her eyes completely once more. She pulled her head back, and with it, me.
	Boards of the attic tore back, the carpet beneath me split into seams, a leg and cushion of the couch smacked into my back. At the moment anything touched me, it melted, congealed into a simmering quicksilver, clotting onto my being like chewing gum but solid as steel. Walls and beams cracked and flung towards me, melting into the clots of metal sealing my body in place, hoisting me upwards as the woman's necked cocked to follow my ascendance.
	She leaned back in the chest, heaving up the wall of white taffy I'd seen in the coffer, it spilled out before her, billowing forth like a bath of rising bread dough, dipping over the edge of the chest and slopping onto the floor… I noticed, it was all connected to her torso, and the way it spread out in two bountiful mounds… this bitch's tits dwarfed Marigolds. But I couldn't see any nipples, despite her being… naked? That was the least of my worries, as the chest morphed, cracking open in the same flesh meld as her lips, distending wider, wider. A seam stretching across her bust to expand into one gape, chunks of cracked flooring distending under the warping breast maw, splintered planks growing semi metallic and acting as molars, as the woman's broad smile… filled with teeth. 
	“Hmmnnyyngh…” they grumbled, eyes still closed, their shoulders and head rising from this mass of bust like an avatar in an ocean of boobage. The webbing vines clamping me in place, reeling me in, towards their smile. 
	“Anny.” Amber's voice broke the tension in the attic as locks of her hair slumped over her eyes in nonchalance towards my fate. 
	Chester froze.
	I was at an elbow's length with her teeth.
	Chester glanced through me – still with her eyes shut. 
	Amber strode up through the attic, a warm smile, glowing eyes. The vines of silver morphed and winded out of her path as she approached. 
	“Oh Chester, please, would you allow me to have her? She would make such a beautiful gem for my, treasury.” 
	The silver woman's features contorted:twitches of lips forming and melting, eyes struggling and wrinkles pinched from her forehead as she focused. Until both her eyelids creased upwards, unveiling a pair of half lidded, indigo eyes, a matching shade to Amber's own ocular glow. 
	“Am…beeeer.” She smiled with both maws. “Of… course,” she said, her breasts sealed up, vines retracting, as I sank from her congealed grasp, down into Amber's awaiting embrace. “Treasure… of mine…” 


~ 3 ~


“Help, please, anyone? Jayden, you worthless cum stain help me.” All I had left was my voice. The coils of this monster wrapped around me, feeding my legs directly into Amber's snatch. Amber reclined on top of the she cloth dressed couches, wriggling in lustful splendor as her disgusting cunt bent over my calves with a humid smatter -Chtllrpthtptths-. I felt the grind of her pussy crawling up my legs, dousing me in a sleek balm drooling in droves out of her sex. There was no resistance, I kicked and struggled, but her body acclimated to my every movement, I could see her belly start to pouch with my legs, bloating with each of my kicks, but at most she would only quiver. Whilst this monster housed in the coffer, kept her eyes half lidded, a countenance painted with nonchalance and drowsy, yet she moved with precision, threading like a yarn through a the grotesque needle pin of Amber's snatch. 
	“Dad, you filthy traitor, stop them, I am too famous to die like this.” 
	This harbored a reaction. “Die…?” Amber mumbled between pants, shuddering, leaning forwards as she rested her palms on my shoulders, “Oh, of course, mmmnot,” she grunted and shoved down on me, plunging my ass against her crotch, that pillowy roadblock swallowed up with the squeal of uncorking a bottle of wine -Chrllpttwwp-. “You are, my, precious, gem, unrefined, as you are…” Amber huffed as she kept pushing down on me. Chester giving a small smile, adjusting my journey down the wet thot's folds. “And I will, always, have room, for you~,” she moaned out into my face, just as my eye level dipped below hears.
	My torso fed into her crotch like a log through a wood chipper. This heat applied through all sides of her body soaking into me, melding with me, the further in I descended. I shook my head, whimpering. “P-please.” 
	“Yess… y-yes~,” Amber moaned, gyrating her hips up along my torso -Sllpthgh- the fat snatch greedily slurping and suckling over my tummy, kissing my breasts and warping up and over them. I couldn't feel my legs. But I could see them, in the broad dune of a naked gut swelling up on Amber's torso, from this angle, I was just a hill of skin.
	-Gbbrlgpghs- I heard a gurgle through her frame, it reverberated against me, as the lips suctioned up towards my neck, closing in to pin my arms straight. The burble of displaced fumes funnelled through me, crashing against the breach of vulva and neck, and escaped in a humid belch -Bhghralgpgsh- Within which, laid a muffled, damp, yell: “Ashley.” 
	A sharp inhale, pierced my lungs. That voice… 
	“Jay jay…?” 
	-Kkrlpouultptsch-. 


~ 4 ~


Her hands were still sticking out, and they were growing oh so active. My honeypot cradling her vicious attempts to strike out or claw, to grasp or to clutch, oh it was so fun. I leaned back, out of my ancestor Chester's grasp, moaning as I pinched my hips over her palms, clapping my thighs together -Clpstuh- -Clptuhgs- and letting the chugging swallows of my snatch draw her into me -Slclpuths- -Clsptighs- -Twwhwllpssp-. Her hands were sandwiched flat between the grinds of my hips, sinking into my folds, funnelled into my womb, my belly protruding in a grand dome, the vague impressions of Ashley still visible if you knew where to look. 
	“You, are one big girl,” I hummed, cradling the bloat, massaging along her, shaking as her cries of terror reverberated through me. “Mmfnnf… o-ooh y-yes…” I shuddered, playing my flower like a violin, tuned to her cries. “So heavy, so much of you,” I mumbled, shuffling seated within the couch, the lump of meat clapping on my lap -Chplltch-. “A model's body,” I mused. “We will see, what we can do with you…”. The last struggling stretches of Ashley had passed through my birth canal. And with a resounding beat of a drum, my stomach contracted -Bbdttwmwnb- clenching into her frame from all sides.
	A muffled scream. “MFMghygygaha-.” 
	-Bbddwtmmmbclslps- -Mbmbhss- -MMGghyghn- -Btwmmpgglpw- Each thunderous clap of flesh growing softer, each cry growing distant, and the dome of my gut receding in elastic stretches, clasping back further, and further, with each strain -Cllpththg- -Cllpgthh- Until it was but a soft pat to a bump in my frame. She was still there… a chestnut sized bulg, barely noticeable, and soon, my stomach would sink flat once more. I felt her drain through me, worked through a manifold of enveloping locomotion, cuddled into my depths. And she was going… deep. Much deeper…
	“Treasure?” Chester asked me. 
	I smiled. “Yes, Anny, she will be a beautiful treasure. Already, I feel more complete.With her, perhaps I can feel whole.”
	Chester smiled, leaning further out of her chest, her breast drooling free onto the floor, more and more, conquering the space and shuffling the furniture around them, until they began to sink deeper, cascading into themselves, as they still unravelled from the brim of the coffers. “My… daughter…” Chester hummed. Leering into me with those sleepy eyes. 
	“Chester, I am not your daughter. I am your daughter's daughter's… mmm, how many were there again?” 
	“M…many? How…?” Chester asked. 
	I shook my head. My ancestor was a little confused. Though, it was reasonable. Considering the time she had spent in this world, how many treasures she and her lineage had accumulated, decades upon decades of experiences and lives, which all… tied back to her. Juggling millenia of lives and their experiences, housed in a single form, she was allowed to get tired.
	“Miine…” Chester mused, her frame flooding to the couch, arms folding in over me. -Clptghh- I hear the smear of meat warping, rupturing: her chest maw was opening.
	I patted her back, brushed through her hair. “Anny~. I am not yours yet.” 
	She blinked, and retracted, glancing over me with those sunken eyes. “Mmmm? Thought… long ago… already…” Chester mumbled, still clutching me close. 
	I brushed through her hair. “One day~. But mom has to return to you first. There has to be someone who takes care of you~.” 
	“Mmmf… care… takes…” Chester mumbled, withdrawing some. “Care… take… her.” She shut her eyes. “Caretaker.” 
	Chester's eyes opened fully. At first a bright light shone through her pupils, but it soon dimmed. With it, the coils of metal around her solidified, back into furniture and wood. Her frame withdrew, the ever flowing bosom ceased, sloughed to a mere a meter around the perimeter of her storage chest. “Oh. Ooo-hoh. Amber? How sweet of you to visit.”
	I snickered. “Good morning, Ancestor Anny, did you sleep well?” 
	“That is not my name, treasure of mine,” Anny said and stretched. A few – far too solid – cracks and snaps echoed through her body, like a hundred knuckles pulled at once -Ckkcllpgth- -Kkrlrptlck-Krguchckt-. “I was having some most wonderful dreams. One where an orange haired slut stumbled her way all throughout me.” 
	“That was, quite recent, Anny.” 
	Chester gave me a quizzical look. “How recent?” 
	I shrugged. “Mmm doesn't really matter.”
	She smiled. “My, my, Amber. You have grown, such a pretty girl you are,” she said, patting my head. 
	“I've been of age for years,” I said in a minor act of resistance. 
	“Mmm, you will always be my little lady,” she mused, then he grip on my shoulder tightened to a deacbolt,. “…Always.” 
	“I know, Anny.” 
	“Still not my name,” Chester hummed. She unleashed me, then beckoned me closer. 
	 followed her to her chest, after some hosting and finagling, she found her nipple, and directed it towards me.
	“I want you to… grow,” she started to mumble, just a little again. 
	I leaned down and massaged her chest, feeling as her nipple soon plumped and drooled a thick, creamy silver, molten health. I brushed in close, wrapping my lips around her teat, and nursed, partaking of her carefully cultivated nectar of avarice. She brushed down the back of my head, humming.
	“Beautiful, treasure…” she said, her eyelids growing heavy. Soon she would go back to slumber, I had not intended to wake her just yet. She could soon go back to being entertained by her dreaming, and keep the manor in perfect condition. As I nursed, I felt a tickle of a voice in the back of my mind… Oh, there she was. Sweet little Ashley. I felt her descend, deeper, deeper… swallowed up by the umbra. 
	But something lingered as I nursed . Why had I been so hasty with Ashley? I would polish all that she was into a perfect asset of me, as promised, but so quickly having shed so much of her… Perhaps it was a touch cruel. Though, there was this, nagging, in the back of my essence, this instinct, this… jolt of emotions perhaps not quite my own. Mmm… For as beautiful as she may have been, she had said, ugly, things to… my, Jayden. So, feeling her ego start to drain and fade, in the throes of her resistance… it was so wonderful. 
	-Clutch- A clench of my palm. My eyelids rose, scrutinising my hand. It was gently groping my ancestor's bosom.
	Curious. Very curious. I tapped back, sinking into my own mind. Suverying… Ah, yes, Jayden. So many thoughts, so many ideas, what an active piece of my exhibit he was turning out to be. I would have to give him some thought, soon.
	I smiled, and nourished my mind, my body, and my essence from my recent acquisitions, drinking deep of what Chester offered.
	Once I was full, and more pleasantries had been exchanged, Chester retracted, back to her chest: which was the Chester's estate's greatest – and, in a sense, only – heirloom.