Pirska-2, Chapter 2

“Are these... your nipples?”
- Hana
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Chapter 2


The screen on the wall continued to play, a slower song but with the same pulsing illumination thrown across the dark room

New details revealed themselves as Hana walked slowly deeper into the room, as if she was seeing it with new eyes.
Behind the chair she’d smashed was a row of lockers with coat hooks, some of which held up the nanotech jackets that were so fashionable in Vladok’s ever lengthening winters.

Too bulky, never liked them. If the corps are so advanced why do they only make a few lousy types of coat?

Propped against one of the lockers was an unloaded submachine gun,its stock folded.

That, however, is not too bad.

What was going on? Any one of these objects should have fired her straight back into the fissure.
These were triggers she spent all her waking hours trying to avoid, but here she was pondering them.

Hana picked up the gun, an apparent force of habit demanding she cycle it.
But the sudden vertigo and static snow in her vision told her that Pirska had its limits.

Filing this progress away, Hana slowly approached the darkened corner that contained the bloated monstrosity calling itself Candy.
With each step, a familiar part of Hana was screaming with all of its might, “why are you doing this? LEAVE!”, but the balanced calm drove her forward without asking for a reason.

“... Candy? Can I turn the light on?” said Hana nervously. Knowing that as a wildly unpredictable woman herself, she would react poorly to this situation.

“Sure!” chirped the immediate response.
Hana froze and peered at the bed, using the blue strobe of the display like she was scanning with sonar.
Not only did the voice come from the wrong place, but it lacked the raving madness she’d seen earlier.

Hana’s eyes slowly adjusted as she fumbled with the switch.
There was Candy alright, now sitting on the floor and leaning awkwardly against a row of lockers.
Her colossal breasts on full display, resting partially in the dishevelled woman's lap before spilling forward and pinning her legs to the floor.
They looked even more vast than the image her fractured memory had been able to conjure up.
Now that Candy’s entire body was visible, their immense scale could be fully appreciated.
Huge bloated breasts that dominated her entire figure, the woman attached to them looking like an afterthought.
Hana was struck dumb by how Candy had even managed to make her trip to the lockers despite her diabolical chest.

It was a surprise that Candy could haul herself out of bed let alone walk
Assuming she did it herself…

Surveying the floor, strewn with various tubes and medical supplies, Hana picked out the vaporiser she’d just held, now sitting carelessly on its side with the second vial of Pirska loaded.

But her focus was split with the giant medicine balls grafted to Candy’s chest.
They must have weighed a ton, based on the way Candy’s body was being pulled into an unnatural, hunching posture that allowed her globes to release some of their monumental weight.

Hana once again ran through what she knew about the world and its inhabitants, this time unencumbered by the minefields of static that once lurked around every turn.

Thieves, light, agile, smart. I was a thief. Nanotech in the spinal column, bypassing cameras and security systems. Candy wasn’t that, far from agile.
A heavy? The men in the alley. Soldiers. Combat nanotech, perfect aim, weapons hidden under the skin. Obviously not.
A stripper, a prostitute? Warmer. But prostitutes all used neural links, didn't they? They would look however you wanted, they didn’t need to disfigure themselves like this… And they had sockets. Everyone but me has a socket. So why the vaporiser..

“Who’re you? I’m Candy!” chirped the voice again, snapping Hana out of her attempt to categorise the world.

“N.. Noone. Was just here for…” said Hana awkwardly, her gaze indicating the vaporiser before strafing slowly back over the giant breasts, lingering longer than she’d intended.

She wasn’t sure what she was doing, having no idea how long she’d been in survival mode.
This was all new, but somewhere in the fragments of information gathered was an unpleasant thought that drove her forward.

“Candy... Are you OK? Do you want to leave? We can leave right now…” Hana said, taking the leap and reaching her hand out to help the trapped woman to her feet.

“Leave? Oh hon! I work here, silly. For Vas” giggled Candy, slapping her palm down on her bloated breast for emphasis.
“You know, Vas. He was just here! If you were here for my Pirska then you met Vas.”

Uh oh. HER Pirska?

“Oh no, no! Don’t fret! There’s always more somewhere”” said Candy, giggling and softly slapping her breast again, proving herself more astute than appearances suggest.
Hana may have been astonished at how comparatively stable Candy seemed, but that was diminishing by the second.

Her silenced anxiety screamed louder than ever to leave, but Candy’s overwhelming gravity seemed to pull her in.
Moments later, she was carefully finding a spot on the floor between the mess of debris and tubes. It wasn’t clear where the tubes began, but a barely perceptible hum and undulation of the lines suggested they were not there for nothing.

“You like?” purred Candy.
“Touch them. You’ll never see others like it. And they want you to touch them”.

Hana watched Candy’s expression twist into momentary ecstasy as the hum rose and fell, briefly puncturing soundscape.
She slowly extended her arm, autopilot engaged.
She didn’t get it, at all. But she now wanted to.

Placing her palm on the tight curved surface, her newly heightened sense of touch felt the thin layer of skin, punctuated only by the protrusion of a notable vein.
Moving clear of the vein, Hana applied a small amount of pressure, unsure what she was expecting.
The sphere did not give at all, immediately under the skin Hana felt a taut, firm surface, perfectly smooth, and continuing in each direction for what seemed like an endless distance.
She’d have likened it to the pre-fabbed inflatable dome habitats if she was in a position of elucidating,  but silenced astonishment was all she could muster

“Lower” came Candy's voice, and though it sounded miles away at the end of a tunnel, Hana noticed the breathy tone.

Hana obediently moved her hand, resting it on the perimeter of a dinner plate sized patch of darkened skin. The eye.

“Are these... your nipples?” murmured Hana in disbelief.

“Ahhh! They used to be. In the middle. Squeeze em…” said Candy, reigning in a moan as she stammered the instruction.

Hana squinted, having trouble picking out which part of the huge distended  patch of skin was supposed to be a nipple.
Instead, she brushed her sensitive fingertips down the surface, feeling for an aberration.
Her fingers paused, a nub smaller than her fingertip, that must be it!

Candy moaned loudly as Hana tried and failed to squeeze the tiny nub, like picking a wet credit chip off the ice.
“Used to be them. Ohhhh… but 50 litres... Every time I got bigger…” Candy whimpered.
“Stretched… they’re… disappearing!” she shrieked, a hand that was in rapid motion somewhere out of view slowly coming to a halt.
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Still sitting unceremoniously on the floor, Hana looked around at the room and the exit, but no one had seen.

“Ooh. Thanks for that! Really needed it. I get so pent up sometimes” said Candy.
“Not enough lately…running out… and on a day off! Oh the relief!
“Listen, hon. I think I owe you one and you don’t have long to cash it in. You might not have too long yourself”.

Hana froze, that wasn’t a threat was it? A warning?

“I might have been dreaming, you never know with me. But you were screaming and waving around a chair?” said Candy
“Like a stabbed rat!” she tittered disconcertingly, her shrill voice interrupting the long running soundscape of music and gentle whirring.

She continued after it was obvious that Hana had not so much as blinked.
“Pirsk! If that’s why you need the Pirska, then you’ve got about an hour to be somewhere else with a plan B.
“God knows why you want it,  let alone why he gave it to you…
“But I’ve never seen a vial of Pirsk that wasn't from Vas’ hand, and you chased him away with a stick”.

Hana would have cried. Something she’d not done in living memory.
Survival mode had not permitted crying, just the loop. But to finally feel OK and have it suddenly taken away…
She looked away quickly, eyes landing on the wall display and the soft rhythmic patterns of light it cast, the dancing figures it contained. Best to see it while she could, before it was reduced to a trigger to avoid or a variable in her survival calculus.

Once again, Candy had read her like an open book.
“Hon. Alright. It’s not quite empty, we’ll go halves. But I get to ask you a question” said Candy, suddenly very serious. As serious as a topless oddity pinned to the ground by her own humongous breast implants could hope to be.