Honestly now, you'd think none of those girls had ever seen a horror movie. "Let's split up," they'd said. "We'll cover more ground this way," they'd said. This is the exact sort of thing that happens before the heroes get picked up one by one by the slasher villain. Though given some of the few still existing old movies he had seen, (thanks to his father wanting to preserve the knowledge of the pre-prudified world in him.) that would involve shared shower scenes and things that had become illegal long ago.
Then again he wouldn't have to think about fending off a certain covert pervert and her dirty jokes. Or a certain pint-sized artist and her masterpiece lewd artwork. Or a girl with unfortunate hair which described her personality...
Not to mention not having to deal with Anna, that alone was already a blessing worth thanking all the gods and buddhas.
Taniguchi sighed at the strange twist his life had taken and resigned himself to pressing the doorbell. This was one of the addresses they'd found in their search through the archives of guests at the party where... something had happened. He didn't know exactly what he might find here, but -
"Hi, hi!"
A tight white t-shirt with the words 'Mega-Milk' wrapped around a chest that had probably been sculpted by the gods was not anywhere near his list. In retrospect it probably should have been. Taniguchi craned his neck upwards, doing his absolute best to not stare. It was rude. It was impolite. It was an automatic three years in prison! Maintain eye contact you fool, your freedom depends upon it!
“Oh hello young man, how can I help you?” The woman had bubblegum pink hair that framed her giant chest on both sides. Her eyes were green and sparkled with curiosity.
Against his own will Ayame's face popped into his head, took a deep breath, and began spouting off. 'I would like a one way ticket to marshmallow hell!' 'I need you to help me keep abreast of the situation' 'Sorry, I didn't mean to milk this but...' and other such casual dirty jokes. Dangerous. Extremely dangerous! It meant that she was influencing him worse than he'd ever dreamed!
“Ah well.. M-me and my classmates are doing a school paper on notable events from before the public moral laws were implemented. And we found something that may be worth putting there in the archives.” Right, keep it smooth Tanukichi! Don’t let her notice that you are imagining motorboating these gigantic boobs. Not that he was doing that, this was entirely rhetorical! “So since your name was on the guest list of that event, may I interview you?”
"Of course," the woman said. She leaned forward and Tanukichi's neck hurt from the strain in his muscles. He did not notice the jiggling effect of those magnificent tits! Nope! He didn't. He was focusing on her head and neck and no lower than... "Please come inside."
Huh. Weird. That peacemaker looked different than others he'd seen. That was weird...
"Yay, a visitor!" two voices said in unison, and all of a sudden he had boobs on the brain. As he would later discover, he'd been ambushed by a busty pair of twins - daughters of the woman he'd come to talk with - and in their enthusiasm they came quite close to suffocating him. Not that he could help but smile.
"Oh goodness me," the mother tittered. "My little darlings are so playful around boys. It's a good thing that the government gave us these special model of peacmakers or we'd be in real trouble."
"Eh?" Tanukichi gasped, his head popping out from that bubble of pleasure with a satisfying pop. "They gave you special peacemakers? Why is that?"
"Ah.. I don't know. I think everyone that went to that party got them. Maybe a commemoration of the party we were all at? Gosh, if only I could remember what happened."
"Hey, hey mister! You look thirsty!" one of the twins said, grabbing onto his arm and lewdly rubbing his arm in between her tits. As in, somehow she'd managed to get his arm underneath her shirt and his arm was touching bare female flesh in a way that was definitely illegal.
"Want something to drink?" the other twin asked, and before he knew what was happening his other arm was in the same state with the other twin.
“Ah, you must try our milk. We have some of the best in town. My husband swears by it.” The adult woman said, moving over and stepping into a kitchen. Tanukichi knew that because he was being dragged after her by the twins trying to fuse their breasts with his arms.
“Let’s see..” She stepped over to the refrigerator and opened it with a simple movement. The twins were hugging Tanukichi in a rather distracting ways and babbling on excitedly. “Oh, it looks like darling drank the last bottle before leaving for work. How unfortunate.”
“Oh, that is fine.” Tanukichi said as he tried to escape from the erotic prison that these girls had created for him. Argh, shouldn’t his peacemaker go crazy right now? This sort of skinship was surely illegal, right?
Such thoughts were quickly put aside when the woman he'd come here to interview pulled her shirt up, exposing her bare breasts - her tits - to his vision and lifted up the jug to her, ah, jugs (damn you Ayame get out of my head!) and squeezed until white liquid came out.
"Mmmmoooooo!" the three of them moaned in unison.
"Ah, I get it, I'm having a nightmare," Tanukichi said. "In which case I would really like to wake up now!" Futile. He should know better by now. His life seemed destined to go into really strange places, even stranger than he could imagine.
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"Nothing happened at no party, and there never was a party to begin with! What even is a party, you're crazy for thinking people would have things like parties!"
That crazy rambling answer to her question would have pissed her off less if he hadn't said it directly to her chest. It would have certainly pissed her off less if he hadn't looked so... disappointed. Ayame knew she wasn't as big as say Anna but come on, she wasn't small etiher!
“Tututut..” He mumbled while shaking his head in disapproval. Then his eyes rose for a moment to her face and he shrugged. “Really, I have never been to any place like that. Even if I did, that was two decades ago. I won’t remember a random evening from back then.”
"That's a funny peacemaker you've got there," Ayame noticed. When in doubt, change the topic. "I've never seen that model before."
His hands went to his throat to hide the thing away. The man looked around nervously. Oh? Had she hit a nerve with that? On a whim she took out her phone, put it next to the guy's neck and switched on her peacemaker disruptor. What happened next left her completely floored.
"Tiiiiiits!" the man moaned. His eyes rolled back into his head, and Ayame was so shocked by this reaction - and remember that she is Blue Snow, the vigilante who goes around clad in naught but underwear on her face and sheets around her body- that she pulled her phone away and shut it off.
"Guh!" the man said. He jumped so sharply to attention that Ayame thought for a moment his skeleton might come out of his skin. Not the kind of 'boning' she liked to think about! "No! Switch it back off! I could remember... I could actually remember how wonderful they... Uh... Buh? Girl! Don't do that again, and definitely don't do that near someone with one of these!"
"Why not?" Ayame asked, brandishing it threateningly. Huh. Okay then. She'd done that on a whim to see what happened. But now she had found a new and interesting way to use this little invention. One that may very well reveal this secret to her fully.
“Because I will see these wonderful.. I mean, because it does bad things! Th-these peacemakers double as suppressors for trauma. Yeah, there was a big.. round.. jiggly... traumatic event.”
"What kind of tra~uma?" Ayame sang, passing her phone back and forth in between her hands.
"Can't say! It won't let me! But don't go using it on any of the women involved. Or their daughters for that matter! If you do then <i>it</i> will get out and it'll be the end of civilisation as we know it!"
"Thanks for the warning!" Ayame said. Well, wasn't that enlightening? And such a helpful warning too. Especially when she didn't much like civilisation as they currently knew it.
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So, let's set the scene for you. It's a single person apartment. A girl with long hair that covers her eyes wanders over to her table with a bowl of hot soup. She's wearing a really baggy shirt, ridiculously baggy, she doesn't look nearly overweight enough to need something like that.
She sits down, sets the bowl on the table. And then a head appears in her lap.
"Do you know where babies come from?"
"Uwaaaaaah!“ The girl yells, backing quickly away from the table as a green haired sleepy eyed girl in a labcoat crawls out from under her table like some kind of horror monster. A horror monster obsessed with learning the secrets of reproduction.
“Wawawa! H-how did you get in here? And how did you sneak under the table!?” The young woman said. She turned to look at the door of her apartment, and found it hanging open. The lock she had used as an extra safety measure was lying on the ground, clearly opened by some third party. A third party that was slowly moving towards her with the intense stare of a deadly serpent!
"Anything you know is fine," Hyouka said. "It may even have something to do with those mounds of flesh you're covering in that bulky shirt."
The girl gasped and covered herself. "Don't look so closely!" she protested.
"Why not?" another voice asked, another girl putting her arm around her shoulder, whispering into her ear. "Are you hiding something down there? Something nasty and despicable? Something only a piece of worthless trash would have?"
Ladies and gentlemen, this was Kosuri. The girl with hair shaped like a penis, and hence literally a dickhead.
"Have you seen something like this?" the last member of this motley gang of home invaders asked, hopping up with a picture that... that left the shy girl gasping for air. It was such a beautiful picture. Every line, every bit of shading, it all sang a spectrum of emotions that pierced the heart like an arrow. It was a clear and as close to perfection as possible rendition of two women.
Two women with absolutely huge breasts that were pushing them together like they were trying to keep something from falling on the ground without using their hands. It was incredible how much detail the image had, the eyes, the hair, the noses and most of all the curves and the touch of cleavage that could be seen. It was but a step short of a photograph!
No, not just a photograph. It was practically moving. Before her eyes, she could almost see it playing out. The girl's hair seemed to part suddenly, as she began to breath heavily. Imagining them in motion. Pushing their breasts, their tits up against one another. The flesh yielding against flesh. The little gasps of pleasure as they delight in contact with one another.
"Uh, is it my imagination or do her pupils look like... you know...?"
You've heard of Anna's multi-heart pupils before. Now behold the horror of tit-eyes.
"Oh, well done Miss Artist! You broke her brain!" Kosuri said. She huffed and crossed her arms. "You'd better unbreak her or we'll never get anything out of her!"
"While you're at it, make sure to get her to say what she knows about where babies come from," Hyouka insisted.
Yeah... that was the reason these two had stuck with her. Not because they wanted to. But because even Kosuri didn't want to let this girl interrogate someone by herself!
- Meanwhile, Anna feels the urge to spread the gospel of tits.
- Ayame continues her interrogation.
- Tanukichi is force feed milk and cookies.
- Hyouka accidentally breaks the shy girl worse.
- Something else
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