If Ayame was honest, she didn’t really know how her phone functioned, having gotten it from her father shortly before he got arrested for ‘fucking a highschool girl’. When she had gotten it first, she had only known that she could turn off a Peace Maker for 3 minutes a day by inputting a certain number sequence. Of course she wanted to know more, why only 3 minutes? Why only once per day? Could it be used en-mass? The effect reproduced?
But it wasn’t like she was particularly tech savvy, and Ayame was sure as hell not showing this to anyone who could divulge her secret.
She did experiment with other number combinations, but she hadn’t discovered anything really useful.
So when Ayame used her phone on the man’s Peace Maker out of curiosity, she had absolutely no idea what it was doing. Hell, normally her thing should have turned off his Peace Maker for 3 minutes, but instead whatever it was doing had turned on again after she removed the phone from his neck.
“Hmmm.. you know, for all that you are talking, you aren’t really explaining anything.” Ayame said, holding her Peace Maker disrupting phone in one hand. It was quite weird, this guy was really bad at keeping his mouth shut, yet he seemed all but unable to truly explain things. Actually.. hadn’t he said something about remembering things when she had disrupted his Peace Maker earlier?
C-could a Peace Maker potentially be suppressing someone’s memories and knowledge? That was a pretty scary thought, which was quite the thing to say considering how ridiculous Peace Makers were in the first place. They could already recognize hand movements to avoid sexual acts, identify keywords and phrases and instantly inform the authorities. She didn’t even want to imagine what horrible things the government would do if they could potentially read and manipulate people’s minds!
But if they had something like this, why was it not mandatory for everyone?
Ayame was sure now, she had to find out more about this, or everyone would be in danger!
“Hey, I am just saying as it happened, which didn’t happen at all. That party that is, it was a perfectly boring and normal party. There was some cake I think, and some boring speech from that author who won a price. Or there would have been if there had been a party. Which there wasn't." The man rambled on and on, eyes occasionally fixating on her chest and tutting in a mix of disapproval and disappointment.
This was strange. It felt like this wasn't only the Peace Maker at work here. It was more like he was somehow being compelled to talk around and around in circles against his own will. Look at him, sweating bullets. Adjusting his collar.
“So, you know nothing and nothing important happened back then, right?” Ayame asked, a predatory smile appearing on her face.
“Ehh.. yes?” The man said, sounding uncomfortable at the look she was giving him.
“Then there is naturally no secret that you will babble out if I do this.” She raised her disruptor and held it up to his face. Immediately panic appeared in the man’s eyes and he opened his mouth as if to scream, but Ayame was faster.
The man’s eyes glazed over and an mindless smile replaced the perpetual look of disappointment he had been sending her way.
"T-tits," he slurred almost against his own will. "They eat away at your mind. Turning you into their helpless slave.” Ayame’s ears perked, finally something that may be useful in this search for clues. Not that what he was saying made much sense, but perhaps she could decrypt his seemingly mindless rambling if she was careful. "At first it's a mere fascination, but it grows and grows as they do until it becomes a full blown obsession. Then they start to whisper to you. commanding you. Share it with others. It's selfish to keep them to yourself. Something so wonderful must be shared with everyone!"
... Kind of getting a cosmic horror vibe out of all of this now.
“S-so, that is what you were scared off earlier? Becoming obsessed with mammaries?” Ayame was starting to feel if perhaps the man was honest when he had spoken about trauma. Perhaps he had gotten into some accident and the Peace Maker was helping to keep his brain working normally.
"Don't take them away from me," the man suddenly pleaded. "oh, how did I stay sane these twenty long years with this memory suppressed by this accursed collar?!” He was actually crying by now, though it was hard to say if it were tears of joy or suffering at the thought of losing whatever he had regained.
“Ehh.. I mean, this device only works for 3 minutes so I cannot really do anything..” Normally she wouldn’t say anything this incriminating so openly, but this was freaking her out! How do you deal with someone begging you to keep their memories working like this, especially when it is obviously not good for their mind.
“3 minutes? That is too short.. far too short.. ohh time is running short.. how long has it been?” The man was suddenly surprisingly lucid, but there was a manic quality to his speech. “Need a solution, mistress always said that I was good at getting out of trouble.. ohh.. the words, yes the words!”
“What are you talk-” Before Ayame could finish her question, the man grabbed onto her shoulders and loudly shouted in her face.
“Boobicus Maximus! Boobicus Maximus! Boobicus Maximus!”
“Hey, let go, what does that even mea-” That was as far as she got before her top suddenly exploded. This was by the way not an exaggeration, not in the slightest. For you see, her chest expanded like a water ball being inflated by an electric pump. It took all of a second and suddenly each of her breasts had easily doubled in mass
Now it should first be noted that Ayame wasn’t flat chested at all. Sure, she may not be as big as her best friend slash mortal enemy Anna. But she was certainly in the well sized area, the kind where if she was living in a more sane society, boys would be lining up to ask her out. Never mind her bookworm glasses and braids that made her look like a boring girl that preferred to spend her time with her head in a book than anything else.
"Actually, in a sane world that might add to my appeal..." she mused.
“Finally, perfection has once again graced this worthless world. Ahhh sooo goood..!” Ayame wasn’t quite sure how to react in this situation. There was a guy staring at her chest, which had shredded her top while growing to sizes that would make a watermelon blush in shame at its circumference. Her bra had not experienced any better, and she could see some pieces on the ground that had probably belonged to it.
The man fell to his knees and prostrated himself before her, a look of adoration on his face. He was staring at her with such reverence it almost made Ayame feel uncomfortable, if not for the fact that his gaze was all but glued to her chest. His hands were folded not unlike the way a christian may do when praying at a church.
“Oh goddess, please bless this world with the perfection of your tits. Don’t let this light of glory go out your highness! Spread the gospel, far and wide!" Well, this would be a pretty awesome speech if he wasn’t staring at her chest while doing it..
“Riiiighhht, nope.” Even the fearsome ero-terrorist Blue Snow had her limits when it came to ridiculous nonsense. And that had been reached just now, thank you very much. So it was that Ayame decided to do the sane thing, namely to turn around and leave this crazy place as quickly as possible.
Wooooah, her centre of gravity was very different all of a sudden. Who would have thought a giant pair of tits would make walking so much of a tricky business?
Ayame had to grab onto the closest wall to regain her balance. Though since it was partially covered in some sort of cloth, that was a bit tricky. Pulling the sheet off in annoyance, she sighed before noticing that she had discovered a rather impressively sized mirror.
Thus it came that for the first time Ayame found herself truly staring at her own chest. So far she had only looked out of the corner of her eyes when her top had all but exploded off of her tits. But now she found herself noting the sheer size of her chest almost without thinking. They were huge to the point where it was honestly mind boggling that they had grown this big in a heartbeat. Each of her tits was bigger than her head, perfectly spherical and stubbornly defying gravity given just how perky they were.
There was an almost ephemeral quality to them, even aside from their size they were just so.. so perfect.
“Mistress, please do not abandon the path of tits!” There was something, a voice in the distance she felt should be annoying her. But Ayame was so distracted by the way her chest rose and sank with every breath that it was hard to really concentrate on such things. "Tits are the future. Tits are the way! You are a Goddess of tits.”
“A goddess of tits?” Ayame mumbled to herself, lifting her gigantic chest with both hands and slowly massaging them. They were so soft, so yielding and yet so firm at the same time. And they felt so good, like her hands could just vanish within her tits. It was almost like they were sucking her in, slurping at her thoughts and her mind until nothing was left.
“The glory of tits must be spread, the beauty of tits must blossom on every girl’s chest. Goddess, your perfect tits shall be the first flame that burns down this boring world and replaces it with one worthy of these sweet puppies.”
This was where Ayame was starting to get a good grasp of the terror this man was so afraid of, yet enraptured by. For a fleeting moment she thought to look away, to run and get help before it overtook her as well. But... That was a fleeting thought. Nothing more than a breath in a hurricane.
And as her mind fell to the power of her tits, she started to take in the tale the man was spinning without thinking. It all just fell into place. There she was, the goddess who had arrived, ready to take on the world and bring about the revolution of tits.
It would be perfect. It made perfect sense. Use these mounds of perfection to undo the tyranny set upon the world. Undo the world where dirty jokes cannot exist. Make all kneel before her mighty pair of tits!
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