There were times where she still wakes up screaming. It had been twenty years since the outbreak. Twenty years since the dreaded Month of Tits. A whole city had been reduced to breast obsessed fools within a month. Everyone within became either a slave to tits or a jiggling source of perverted and irresistible charisma.
Even she, Sophia Nishikinomiya had almost fallen victim. If not for her husband's heroic intervention even she would have succumbed. She was mere inches away. She could feel the near warmth of those perfect tits so very achingly close to her face. The woman - no, rather the perverted hypnotit zombie had even begun to say the phrase that would have made her eventual corruption inevitable.
<i>"Boobicus maxim-"</i>
In the here and now, Sophia splashed water into her face and clutched onto the sink, trembling in a mixture of fear, shame and arousal. Whenever she had that nightmare there was a moment where she wanted to give in. To join the glorious and ever jiggling parade of boobs and spread the gospel of tits throughout the land.
But these feelings soon faded to be replaced with sheer determination. Greater even than her husband's. She knew that some people thought of her as a tyrant, but it really was for their own good in the end. They'd only managed to succeed by effectively brainwashing the population into rejecting the temptations that titnosis offered. Well... brainwashing was a bit too harsh perhaps. Selective advertising to provoke moral outrage, convincing people to hand over their privacy for greater sexual security.
If they knew the truth, even sexual terrorists like Blue Snow would thank her. for ensuring mankind remained more than some dribbling pack of titslaves, unable to keep their gaze off the heft, the bounce and the jiggle of a nice set of jugs. Unable to think for themselves. Utterly ruled by their base instincts! What a terrible fate that would be!
In the end, she had to make this choice to protect future generations. Japan would be safe from the corruption of the perverted force that was titnosis.
Her daughter would be safe from corruption.
For this she was willing to become a villain. Even if it hurt her nation’s position in the international community, even if the next generation had almost no idea how reproduction even worked. Even if it meant that there was a good chance that she would never have a granddaughter or son.
As long as her sweet Anna was safe from becoming another slave of these seductive curvy and ever jiggling tits, there was nothing she wouldn’t do!
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On this particular day, Tanukuchi felt a deep seated mysterious dread. He looked around his room. No sign of Anna. he quickly scooted across to his underwear drawer and - "The lock is intact," he sighed in relief. "Thank goodness."
You know, it's quite one thing living in a dystopia where everyone is forced to wear Peace Makers around their necks to keep them from doing anything mildly perverted even in the privacy of their own home. It was quite another having to deal with your former first love who turned out to be a fairly massive yandere pervert who didn't realise what she was doing was perverted.
"No Anna this morning," he laughed and kipped up to his feet. "No love nectar, no kidnapping attempts or near death experiences from one of Ayame’s plans to spread dirty jokes.” Really, Tanukichi wasn’t sure whether Anna was scarier when she was in love love mode or when she was in pervert hunt mode. The former would lead with him losing his innocence and sanity, the latter would take his life. Either way it was bad!
Regardless, for now Tanukichi simply wanted to enjoy this morning and take his time to relax. Still sounding a little sleepy, the boy stepped into the kitchen and walked over to the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice and looked around. Right, there was still some strawberry jam, that should make for a nice breakfast. With a yawn, he took two slices of bread from a small box next to the fridge and turned around.
And then nearly dropped the jam jar right on the ground when he noticed that he wasn’t actually alone in the kitchen.
"Is this what a man in heat consumes prior to mating?" asked the sleepy eyed scientist girl who was yet another bane in his existence.
“Hyouka! How the hell did you get into my house?” He asked, trying his best to ignore the madwoman’s question. Why did he have to deal with her, why right <i>after waking up</i>? Did he anger a god or something? Perhaps he should try donating to a local shrine sometime, it couldn’t make his luck <i>worse</i> than it already was.
"That nice Anna girl let me in after she was finished rubbing herself on all your furniture," Hyouka said. "Or should I say, she left the window open and did not notice me entering."
“Anna did..” He began to ask, then paused and wondered whether he really wanted to know. Perhaps it would be better for his sanity if he acted like he had not heard anything? "Go away! I'm not in the mood to answer any of your questions!"
"As opposed to...?" Hyouka asked. "In any event, this time I am not here to ask questions."
”Then why did you ask me about the sort of food a man eats before mating?” He questioned immediately.
"Force of habit," Hyouka calmly, sleepily answered. Then she thrust a newspaper clipping into his face. "This is a mystery that could even surpass body melding."
“It's just a newspaper..” Tanukichi said after rubbing his nose. He looked down at the gazette and wondered what exactly was so special about it.
“Yes and no. It is just a newspaper, but it is the <b>only</b> newspaper that remains of a duration of a month from twenty years ago. There is nothing else, no magazines, no journals, not even crossword puzzles from that time.” She said, folding her arms under her chest and looking at the paper as if that would reveal its secrets to her.
That did sound a little strange. Too strange to be a coincidence. Let's see here... looking over the headline, it seemed perfectly mundane... Except... Was that Anna's mother in the background? She looked different, almost like her daughter.
The woman, no rather there she was a teenager, was dressed in far less ‘proper’ clothes than her had ever seen on her before. Was that a cocktail dress? Yes, a very short cocktail dress that showed off her curves and especially her bust. Was that a party? Seemed like it, but now that he looked everyone seemed to wear rather revealing clothes.
"That's... really strange," Tanukichi muttered to himself.
"Even this was extremely difficult to find," Hyouka said. “I had to look through the town archive for hours before discovering it. This” She pointed at the picture in question. “depicts a party hosted by the daughter of the mayor to celebrate her engagement.”
The male frowned, unsure what to think of this answer. He sat down on a chair in front of the table and began to leaf through the newspaper, having picked it up a moment ago.
“The articles inside begins normal.” Hyouka started even as he began to read the text himself. “But then it begins getting weird, almost like the one who wrote everything was delusional.”
As Tanukichi read on, he couldn’t help but agree with Hyouka. The description of the events changed from a simple party into something utterly nonsensical. The text spoke of the hostess appearing in a revealing slingshot bikini and having somehow gained tits bigger than her head. She had declared that a new age had come, an age where all shall serve the cause of jiggling, bouncing and perfect titties.
“This sounds like the rambling of a drunk.” He said even as his eyes kept wandering over the text as if there was some force compelling him to do so.
“Indeed, it does sound utterly ridiculous.” Hyouka said, the gleam in her eyes standing in total contrast to her ever sleepy look. “Yet, it goes into quite the detail regarding the perfection of the hostess's chest. Plus, this is a professionally made newspaper. The thought of someone putting this amount of work into a joke is rather strange, isn’t it?”
Tanukichi couldn’t help but agree, but this didn’t make the entire thing any less ridiculous. With the way the description continued derailing, it sounded like the author was all but worshipping the aforementioned chest. Hell, this was disturbingly close to the fervour with which Anna defended the current laws banning anything perverted and adult.
“Please turn to page 23 on the newspaper.” Hyouka said and after a moment of uncertainty Tanukichi complied. There was further text describing the perfection of tits and commanding readers to serve the cause of spreading their glory everywhere.
But most prominently was a large picture of a woman whose top seemed to have ripped apart, her chest prominently exposed. Or at least it would have been if someone hadn’t covered up that part of the image with a black marker. Even with this it was rather obvious that her chest was rather impressive and though only the outer edges were visible.. he felt a strange tingle going through his body as he looked at the tiny bit of skin still visible.
Tanukichi gulped for some reason.
“It appears you are also experiencing a unusual reaction.” Hyouka said, her head stuck under the table and peering at his boxers. Immediately the boy was aware of the sudden boner that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Heat shooting in his face, he covered that part of his body with one hand, much to the disappointment of the perpetually curious scientist.
Righting herself and looking Tanukichi in the eyes again, the researcher continued. “Regardless, the woman on the picture is also visible on page 13. She is apparently some novelist of a detective series the hostess was fond of. Please turn there.” He frowned, but after making sure that his lower part was still covered, he looked..
And much to his confusion saw a woman in a simple blouse and with a nearly flat chest. He looked again at the other page, nope face was really the same. But that couldn’t be. The breast size was so far apart that no amount of trickery or binding could hide the truth! Breast implants? No, that felt wrong somehow. He couldn't put words to it, but the very idea of those breasts having anything like silicone in them made his gut twist in denial.
"... Please don't tell Ayame about this," Tanikuchi said all of a sudden. "I get this horrible feeling we will wind up dragged into something terrible if she chose to investigate this."
"Too late!" his dresser said. Suddenly Ayame's head poked out the top of it. "I've been here all night!"
“What the? Is there anyone that doesn’t spy on me?” He asked into the room.
“I don’t spy on you!” Said a certain chibi-artist, opening the door to his bedroom and looking through without the slightest bit of shame.
“I was just following Ayame.” And that was Kosuri, sticking her head out of the stove of all places.
Tanukichi decided that he really needed to buy better locks. Also...
"Didn't Hyouka say that Anna was being lewd to all my furniture?" Tanukichi asked. All three of the girls hiding in his furniture turned interesting unnatural shades of green. "I promise not to bring that up again if you help me Anna-proof my home!"
"Deal!" the girls immediately agreed.
If only he'd used it to keep them out of this misadventure, things would have gone so much better for everyone.
- Sophia notices that someone is investigating what happened way back then.
- Hyouka gets their help double checking the archives for evidence.
- Anna notices something amiss and begins her own investigation.
- Sophia begins to succumb to the lingering effects of titnosis at long last.
- Maybe if SOX tracks down the author they can get some answers.
- Something else
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