Things had been going oddly smoothly for the Cooper Gang, almost too smoothly. Sly and his buddies had been able to go on a spree of thefts with very little in their way to hinder them. To that end, things had gotten pretty boring. Sly was over an art gallery, ready to go in and pinch a number of paintings.


"Not exactly my taste, but I think I can make a nice little profit off this," said Sly, a faint smile on his face. Expertly, he made his way into the room, not tripping a single alarm. There were hints that guards were patrolling, but Sly was a world class thief, and he knew a massive profit was waiting for him once he made these sales.


Walking carefully, he went to where the first frame was supposed to be, only to see the frame was empty. No painting was within. "What?"


Sly looked, nothing had been tripped, there was still a security measure there, including a silent alarm, but all was calm. He wondered if he had been beaten to the punch, but he had learned about the score that day from a reliable source and had seen it was in place not 5 hours earlier.


Deciding to shake it from his mind, he went to check on another potential painting to steal, only to see another empty frame. What became a curious surprise was starting to worry Sly as he realized every painting on the floor had been cleared out...with a note left on the floor.


'For Sly,' the note had printed upon it.


With a frown, he started to pick it up, realizing someone was trying to send him a message. Unfolding it, he started to read. "'If you're looking to make a heist, you're out of luck, but you can have this invitation. Meet me at this address. Come alone. Come tonight.'"


Sly had no clue who it was, but whoever it was they were good, apparently able to pull off a massive heist with next to no difficulty. On the one hand he was curious who the competition was, on the other, he was sure he'd find a way to snake the score back once he got a little more intel.


"Well, I better leave for now. I wouldn't want to get framed for this art theft." Getting his way out, Sly soon followed the invite's instructions, looking for the address. When he arrived, he found it looked to be a defunct donut factory. One that was out of the way, but smelled fragrant.


He looked for paths of entry, seeing no guards were present and that there was a door ready for him...However, he felt just walking in would be a problem. He looked for other windows, only to see that they were all barred, but there was one rooflight, but the climb up to the top looked precarious, and there were guards with guns on the roof.


"Looks like I get to drop in," Sly said to himself, relishing the challenge. The crook then took his time to plot how to get in undetected, becoming one with the shadows and as silent as the night air itself.


Swiftly, carefully, he made his way up the building, unnoticed by the armed guards and unseen. He kept watch for cameras, weaving between their lines of sight as he ascended, eventually getting to the roof window.


Time passed, his mind swam, his body went numb as he had less and less context for what was going on around him. When his eyes opened, he looked ahead and saw that it was a massive figure in the shadows, while a light shined down on him. Sly's cane was missing. When he looked, he spoke up. "Wh...who are you?"


"You new boss, handsome," came the husky voice of the figure, that of a woman, large and wide. He watched her walk into the light, wearing shades and jewelry. With a deep scarlet dress on, one that held tight to her expansive figure, she also had a long, silken cloth tied across her wide waist. Dark burgundy boots were worn, but her titanic thighs were left exposed while the fluffy tail of the flabby fox swished.


Sly blinked a few times, but recognized her, even if she was larger. Aside from her titanic tummy, her gut jutting out a fair distance, jiggling with every breath, atop them were two massive breasts. Each one moved plenty while she strutted up, her also wearing a short jacket left open, the collar being fuzzy and sizable, while her large arms went through the sleeveless holes. Upon her wrists were several bangles, each of polished silver and gold, to say nothing of the many rings on her fat fingers. Smugly, she strutted up, carrying with her a cane of some size, topped with a strange looking sphere for the handle.


Sly saw the woman was fatter, but no doubt Carmelita, her same beauty mark present while her hair looked larger and done up in a bun, adding a trendy, but traditional look to her appearance.


"So, you're the famous Sly Cooper...Somehow, I knew you'd be handsome, shame you're not much for brains, though. So impulsive…"


"Carmelita? What happened to you?" Sly managed to mutter, finally waking up.


The woman looked at him, pushing down her glasses and raising a brow. "Carmelita? The name's Bonita, dear, but people I like get to call me Bon Bon." She looked at Sly closely. "You see, I'm a collector of things that catch my fancy. Treasures. Money. Food...People." She eyed Sly up and down. "And I think you might be able to help me get more of a few of those...pleasures."


Sly looked at her, confused. Her voice was right, and even though she was much, much fatter it was clear it was Carmelita...Yet somehow she was off. Sly tried to turn his head, seeing the stolen paintings on the wall, and that Bonita was going to a table that had boxes upon boxes of donuts, her picking out a couple of her own to eat.


While she scarfed down the snacks, Sly heard the table creak under her doughy derriere, the sturdy wood ready to become splinters beneath her ample physique. He then noticed a cracked mirror of some size, a few pieces missing. "Wait...I know that thing. That's the Rorrim Mirror."


"Hmmm, leave it to a thief to have a good eye. Thing's busted, though, which is a shame. My first acquisition and it isn't complete." Bonita gave a briefly annoyed look to the mirror.


Sly remembered being told it was a mystic mirror said to reflect a deep truth to one who came in peace or to change one who approached it in anger to their opposite. While he had written it off and didn't have much interest in the mirror himself, he did remember hearing Carmelita had been part of a group in INTERPOL trying to retrieve it from another group of thieves. 'Knowing her, seeing those criminals ticked her off and she happened to get changed...assuming the rumors are true.' Deciding to test things, he spoke up. "So, uh...Bon Bon, if I were to work with you, what would I get?"


"Aside from rewarded handsomely? The ability to work for the newest...Enterprising mogul in town."


"...You mean crime lord? You must be one if you could hire someone to steal all those paintings so fast."


"Someones...allegedly. I mean, no one person is quite your equal at thieving, but a few, highly motivated freelancers can work well enough, but I want quality, not quantity," Bonita said before approaching Sly. "Besides, so far as anyone knows, I'm just a wealthy woman who decided to start up a donut shop in town. The nice thing is business is booming so much I don't need to supplement my income by other means...But I think you know as well as I do that some thrills just can't be found living in the straight and narrow...A 'crook' like yourself must know," she said, gesturing to Sly's signature weapon with one finger before bringing it under his chin and walking closer still.


Sly could feel her body heat, the smell of her perfume thick, and the look of desire in her eye overwhelming. He couldn't help but gulp, only to realize he felt something on his neck. "What's there?"


"A stun collar. I can't trust you just yet, even with a face as pretty as yours. First chance you'll get you'll scurry off and steal more than my heart. I rather keep you close until we bond a bit more…"


Sly was still struggling to get loose from his bonds, but all the attention from Bonita was different. He was used to Carmelita's more spirited responses to his own behavior, but now she seemed to be more eager as Bonita, and more controlling. Still, if he was ever going to get his Carmelita back he at least had to play along.


"No time like the present. If you need a thief, then I'm your man."


"Just the words I wanted to hear," Bonita said with a laugh. Clapping her hands, the lights changed, the whole room lit, albeit softly, letting Sly see Bonita had also set up a lounging chair of some size. Pulling it nearer, she laid on it before she also started to lay down on her side, looking at Sly.


"Aren't you going to untie me?" Sly asked, surprised.


"No. I think you can handle that. After all, if you can't get out of a tight bind you're not the man I've heard rumors about."


Sly gave her a small grin, taking a few seconds to get his bearings. The chair and ropes were sturdy, but he was resourceful, able to move just enough to find a looseness in one of the ties and exploit it, getting free within under a minute. By the time he was free and rubbing his wrists, he looked at her. "What now?"


"Now I'm feeling peckish. As my new underling you can start by feeding me. We' just began some new donut flavors and I need to test and see how good they are."

Sly gave her a brief look of annoyance before complying, getting the donuts and walking to her. He held the box out, only for her to shake her head.


"I think they'll taste better if you hand feed me, handsome."


Seeing her playfulness, he tried to oblige despite himself taking a donut and putting it to her mouth, only for her to eat it, quickly snapping up the sweet before licking her chops. Sly saw her glance at another, and soon he was feeding her while she enjoyed, soon wolfing down a dozen before letting out a sigh, her fat belly poking forward, rounded and full.


"I best pace myself. Do me a favor and give my gut a nice rub. It helps with digestion."


The thief was going to ask if she was serious, but he could tell she was. She was starting to laugh as his hands sank into her belly fat, his palms and fingers moving over and pressing her plump paunch. "What's so funny?"


"I'm ticklish, Sly...but don't let that stop you. You'll find your sweet Bon Bon can be a good boss if you serve her well."


"Of course, well...I won't let you down," he said while he started to knead and grasp her girthy rolls and soft flab, enjoying it more than he expected.


"Ah....Yes, I can already tell I'm in good hands~"