Years ago in a galaxy far away, Neltexia, the Kafkan homeworld, was the fourth planet from the sun in the Tezznee solar system. Neltexia was very much like Earth, covered mostly by water with only four huge landmasses. The biggest one was located in the southern hemisphere and housed the capital of the entire Monarch in a sprawling metropolis named Fili'Lek, named after the supposed first Goddess of the Kafkan.
The city had mix architecture, one could easily tell which buildings were commercial, with their futurist sleek design of polished metals and perfect angles, while the other buildings made of stone were the religious and governmental structures made long ago and passed down generation to generation of the followers of their beliefs. Residential designed depended on the personal preference of the people who lived there, while most living areas choose to do a mix of the two types.
Just outside of the capital city was a small town named Laveel, it was mainly just a suburb of the capital with hardly any commercial use, except for one shop that was renowned for the owner's expertise at crafting garments for the royalty of the Monarch. Zel-Sacc was known throughout the entire planet as the greatest seamstress of her generation, she took months to make her clothes for her customers, but the time it took was worth it. With the Kafkan technology they could create clothes in a matter of minutes but anyone who was a who's who had to show off that they paid top price for a dress or suit that was tailor made to their body, it was one of the few times the race would flaunt their position in life despite being a more logic driven society.
The day was cool this morning as it had just turned summer; the planet only had two seasons, winter and summer. Zel-Sacc was busy at her station sewing a special order that the Mistress of Law had placed months ago in preparation for a presentation she would give to the Queen. She heard laughter from her two assistants from the back and raised her head in that direction monetarily before smiling, shaking her head and focusing back at her task at hand.
The assistants were the only other help the owner had and their responsibility was to fix anything that customers brought in, either for repairs or to tighten and loosen. But at this time, one was busy sewing up a hole on a dress while the other was pretending to search for the right wool to touch up her own project, when she was actually behind the other looking over her shoulder and taking in the view of the cleavage of her peer.
"Don't you have anything better to do than look at my breasts?" Asked the busy one through a smile she was trying to contain.
"More important than looking at those magnificent breasts? Yeah, actually squeezing them would be better!" The other replied as she reached around her and groped each breast in her hands.
"N'Tevelle, stop! What if mother came back here?" Unable to stop herself from giggling from the affection she was receiving.
"I'll just tell her we are in love" Joked the one doing the groping as she rested her head on the other's shoulder.
"That's not funny."
"Why not? Because its not true?
"N'tevelle... ."
The two of them stayed like this for a few moments, one sitting at a table, working on clothes for a client, the other standing behind massaging her bosoms through her clothes. N'Tevelle was the same age as the owner's daughter and had bright pink skin and white hair that was the same color one would find of a cloud in the sky. She was one of the few of her race not to have strands of different colors in her hair; also, both eyes were emerald green, another unusual trait as most Kafkan's eyes were heterochromatic and the same color as the strands. She lived close to them and even attended the same educational church as the owner's daughter and they were set to graduate in a few days. The two had been friends for almost their entire lives and in the last few years had become secret lovers.
They both turned their heads towards the front of the store when they heard the harmonic chime that was made to sound like an ancient bell. Quickly N'Tevelle took her hands from her love and got back at her station directly across from her, trying to act like she had been there all along.
"Greetings Mistress how can I help you today." Zel-Sacc welcomed her customer by standings and bowing slightly.
The Mistress of Child Education and Development had returned the bow and waited for the other two workers to greet her as custom dictates. Zulara was the first to walk out from the back, followed closely behind her was N'Tevelle, they both bowed in unison and waited to be dismissed. The Mistress was elderly but still had a touch of beauty left, her skin was deep yellow, almost golden, her breasts were enormous, even bigger than most Kafkans, her hair was done up in a bun and was turning brown, as most of the specie's hair did with age.
"Hello girls, thanks for the touch ups on my speaking garment you loosened last week, it seems that my chest is still growing." She joked to the two young adult Kafkan that appeared from the back. She then gave the owner a look and Zel-Sacc knew exactly what it meant.
"Girls you can go early today as long as you have finished that order that is to be picked up tomorrow." The owner informed her helpers. With that the two assured they had finished and hurried out the door saying their goodbyes to their employer and the customer who had just came in.
The Mistress and the store owner stood silently, making sure that the girls were gone. Zel-Sacc suddenly felt worried about her daughter, did she get into some type of trouble?
"I am guessing this isn't about new clothes is it Qinta."
The Mistress smiled, letting her know that her guess was right.
"Yes, it is about Zulara, but you have nothing to worry about, she isn't in any trouble." Qinta said as she stepped closer to Zel-Sacc waiting for the invention to sit down.
