Nekroz
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Please, tell me your thoughts.
A thousand flickering lights passed me by. They danced all across the room, going from wall to wall. It was a beautiful sight that held me hypnotized. I could not look away, I lacked both the will and desire. So for a few moments more I stared on. The lights, a mix of reds and blues and blacks, continued their little dance. It went on for what felt like hours before finally coming to a conclusion.
It was after the grand finale that questions rose unbidden. Who am I? Was one. Where am I? Was another. But the biggest of these questions took shape in a physical form. Atop my chest sat two pale mountains. The combination of their immense weight and size kept me trapped beneath them. I stared and wondered for several seconds before realizing what they were.
Even then I did not believe it. How could I? Such a drastic change was by no means normal. Much less for it to occur in a singular night without notice.
The truth was the truth however, and no amount of disbelief would change that. Reluctantly, I acknowledged that the two great spheres atop me were in fact my breasts. They shook like two mountainous molds of jello as I shifted about. No movement was too small or insignificant for them, they jiggled with every chance given. A minor issue compared to how space they took up. My monumental bosom fought me for every inch of space available. I had to wrangle them off of me and onto the ground so that I could get to my knees. Then came the hard part: Standing up.
It was not anymore complicated than it normally would have been. There was just a lot of extra unaccounted for weight that my body was in no shape to deal with. The heft of my boobs demanded that I stay low and live my life on the floor. Against all odds however I managed to lift them up.
My back felt like it was going to break as I attempted to wrap my arms around my boobs. It was an effort in futility, my torso mounted torpedoes were too big for me to wrap my arms around even one of them. All I could do was grab as much boob as possible and stumble over to a nearby chair. The wooden seat groaned in protest as the load of my chest was unceremoniously placed on it.
I sat down in front of the chair and took a look around the room. Walls made of stone rose to the ceiling. Each wall was curved and had a gap that separated them from one another. Beyond them were more walls that I presumed were also made out of stone. Unlike the inner circle of walls these ones were covered by tall shelves filled with books. The divided room also had a fair share of chairs and tables made of oak wood.
Slowly I rose to my feet and lifted my enormous chest off the chair. The weight of my pillowy bosom caused me to stumble and fall backward. I landed on my butt and ended up laying on my back when my boobs finally caught up to me a moment later. For the second time I wrangled my breasts off my torso and got to my knees. This time when I finally got to my feet I stayed on them and took slow steps over to a table on the other side of the room. By the time I got there my back was once more begging for a break.
With a sigh of relief I lowered my boobs onto the table and took a seat myself. They covered the entirety of the table and spilled off the other side. If anyone was to sit across from me they'd find most of their space taken up by my chest.
For a while I sat at the table, unsure of what to do. In that time I tried my best to remember anything about myself. Rattling my brain for any sort of an answer just ended up being a waste of time in the end. I had absolutely no recollection of anything before waking up minutes prior. Even my own name was lost to me. It seemed that I had woken up as blank slate, completely devoid of a past.
I took another look around the room, hoping to see something that might re-jog my memory. Nothing stood out to me in particular, save for a blue and yellow robe. It hung from a coat rack on the other side of the room behind one of the walls. Almost double the distance I had walked to reach the table. A part of me did not want to put my back through the pain of carrying my bosom yet again. The other part of me however considered it a worthwhile cost in order to be dressed.
For what felt like the hundredth time today I stood and stumbled across the room, this time doing so without falling once. The robe appeared even more fetching up close. Its mix of blues and yellows held me entranced for a moment. With quivering hands I lifted it off the rack and put it on. After a few adjustments the robe covered me from my neck down to my calves. Though it did expose at least a foots worth of cleavage. My pale boobs bounced up and down in the robe as I returned to the table. Only to come to a stop halfway there.
Behind the wall, the table sat in front of, was a door. It was made of stone and almost perfectly blended in with the wall around it. The stone door grew more mysterious as I approached it. Symbols and markings were scratched into it, and it looked to have no way of being opened. There was no doorknob, handle, or even a switch. Basically making it into an oddly door shaped wall.
Or that was what I thought until discovering the doorknob chest-first. The stone knob dug into the underside of one of my boobs. It was an unpleasant experience that had me backing away with haste. In my quickness, I ended up falling onto my rear. At the moment of my descent gravity and momentum sent my bosom skyward. For but a singular second they rose above me before coming back down with a force so sudden it took my breath away. Each of my pillowy, pliable endowments felt as if they were honestly making an attempt on my life. Their vile scheme foiled by their own softness.
Just as quickly I sat up and opened the door. It slowly swung back and revealed a short set of steps. Walking down them, I entered into a circular hall lit by wall mounted torches. The air stunk of a sour smell that reminded me of spoiled milk. With one hand on a wall and the other pinching my nose I walked down the hall, coming upon a second door shortly after. It too led further down.
At the end of longer set of stairs was a room like the one above. It was larger, had even more bookshelves, and was occupied. In the center of the room stood a robed figure. The lone occupant of the room looked to be male and had his back turned to me. Hesitantly I walked down the last few steps and into the room proper.
Still clutching my chest, I called out to him. "Hello? Do you know-" My question was cut short when the mysterious figure suddenly turned around.
His Grey hood fell back and revealed his face. The man's skin was sickly green in color. Tentacles made up the Strange creature's neck and chin. Most chilling of all were his eyes, They were as black as ink and aimed straight at me.
I froze under his gaze and watched in horror as he took two steps in my direction. On the third step I turned and slammed the door shut behind me. It closed with a muffled bang, the sound registering in my ears late. By then I had already power stumbled back halfway to the steps leading upstairs. A pace that was surprisingly enough too slow.
The door behind me burst open and the tentacled monstrosity entered the hall. He lumbered to the steps and began his ascent. It was the most terrifying thing I ever witnessed. Which wasn't much, but the sight of a weird squid-man marching up after me was a horrific thing to behold. Fortunately he wasn't all too fast and I had a head start. That didn't matter all too much to him it seemed, and he stepped out into the hall right I did.
Suddenly dropping his slow act, the squid faced abomination ran at me. Thinking quick I grabbed a lit torch off the wall. In that same breath my boobs fell out of my one handed grip and smacked against me. Somehow I managed to stay standing and swung the torch when he got close. My swat did practically nothing to the squid man. He ignored the attack entirely and closed in. With a single arm he reached over my breasts and grabbed my neck. Then in a voice that sounded like the sea itself he whispered.
"It's been so long."
Desperation combined with fear, and I fervently struck him with my torch several times. Again and again he ignored my repeated tries of harming him. The squid man gradually brought me closer, forcing my rack to push into him and fight for space.
Just as his tentacles rose from their idle position and reached for my face, a miracle occurred.
He dropped me.
His iron grip loosened one finger at a time until I fell from his grasp. Utterly bewildered, I looked up and saw why he had let me go. The abomination was on fire. His cloak had been set ablaze by my torch and now he was attempting to pull it off. An effort that proved to be futile, he couldn't bring himself to touch his burning robe. Every time he would pull his hand away and instead run around in a circle. The cycle then repeated itself.
All while I scooted away from the screaming squid man. His pained cries and movements growing more wild as he slowly burned to death. For minutes he continued about in anguish, until finally he died. The corpse fell to the floor a few feet away from me. I stared slack jawed, and slowly rose to my feet.
"Where am I?" I wondered aloud.
My curiosity to find the answer eventually leading me back to the second floor. Which was now empty. No squid men or other bizarre terrors popped up as I searched the room for... Something. I wasn't exactly sure what to look for really; A letter or journal that explained what this place was, maybe? Anything to make all of this make sense, or even a document of some kind explaining the squid man's existence. All I wanted in the end was answers, and after quite a bit of digging I found some.
Betwixt two black books sitting on one of the many bookshelves, was a note. I pulled it out from its hiding space and opened it, instantly recognizing my own handwriting.
Dear, Ruth Raven or Iteration 52 if you prefer.
I know you must have many questions, and they will be answered in due time. But for now you will have to wait. The tower you are in is one infested with monsters. To escape it you will need several things. Most important of them are a proper way to defend yourself and grit. (And just in case you ended up being one of the bustier ones I left you a bra in the box near the door. :) Also I suggest learning magic if you can.
Sincerely, Iteration 51.
Two more times I read the letter. Neither attempt to parse its meaning any more successful than the first. In fact after reading it the third time I had more questions. But before even daring to ask them, I basked in the joy of having a name. One that I secretly knew wasn't really mine, or at least not whatever my original name was.
"Ruth Raven." I repeated over and over as I walked over to the box next to the door.
True to the letters word there was indeed a bra contained within. As well as a sword and a little pamphlet that gave basic instructions on how to swing the weapon. Putting the sword and pamphlet aside, I lifted the bra out of the box and marveled at it. The blue wonder of surprisingly stretchy material was dark blue. It also looked like it could be used as a miniature hammock. Despite its size and stretchy nature, my breasts proved to be greater than Iteration 51 expected. The bra was nearly stretched thin. Still it did its job and alleviated the stress of carrying my obscene rack.
For the first time ever, I walked without needing to cradle my breasts. It felt amazing. Whole minutes passed as I enjoyed the simple act of moving from one spot to another. After thoroughly partaking in the grand novelty that was walking, I grabbed a book - titled magic for the wonderfully endowed - and started reading.
A thousand flickering lights passed me by. They danced all across the room, going from wall to wall. It was a beautiful sight that held me hypnotized. I could not look away, I lacked both the will and desire. So for a few moments more I stared on. The lights, a mix of reds and blues and blacks, continued their little dance. It went on for what felt like hours before finally coming to a conclusion.
It was after the grand finale that questions rose unbidden. Who am I? Was one. Where am I? Was another. But the biggest of these questions took shape in a physical form. Atop my chest sat two pale mountains. The combination of their immense weight and size kept me trapped beneath them. I stared and wondered for several seconds before realizing what they were.
Even then I did not believe it. How could I? Such a drastic change was by no means normal. Much less for it to occur in a singular night without notice.
The truth was the truth however, and no amount of disbelief would change that. Reluctantly, I acknowledged that the two great spheres atop me were in fact my breasts. They shook like two mountainous molds of jello as I shifted about. No movement was too small or insignificant for them, they jiggled with every chance given. A minor issue compared to how space they took up. My monumental bosom fought me for every inch of space available. I had to wrangle them off of me and onto the ground so that I could get to my knees. Then came the hard part: Standing up.
It was not anymore complicated than it normally would have been. There was just a lot of extra unaccounted for weight that my body was in no shape to deal with. The heft of my boobs demanded that I stay low and live my life on the floor. Against all odds however I managed to lift them up.
My back felt like it was going to break as I attempted to wrap my arms around my boobs. It was an effort in futility, my torso mounted torpedoes were too big for me to wrap my arms around even one of them. All I could do was grab as much boob as possible and stumble over to a nearby chair. The wooden seat groaned in protest as the load of my chest was unceremoniously placed on it.
I sat down in front of the chair and took a look around the room. Walls made of stone rose to the ceiling. Each wall was curved and had a gap that separated them from one another. Beyond them were more walls that I presumed were also made out of stone. Unlike the inner circle of walls these ones were covered by tall shelves filled with books. The divided room also had a fair share of chairs and tables made of oak wood.
Slowly I rose to my feet and lifted my enormous chest off the chair. The weight of my pillowy bosom caused me to stumble and fall backward. I landed on my butt and ended up laying on my back when my boobs finally caught up to me a moment later. For the second time I wrangled my breasts off my torso and got to my knees. This time when I finally got to my feet I stayed on them and took slow steps over to a table on the other side of the room. By the time I got there my back was once more begging for a break.
With a sigh of relief I lowered my boobs onto the table and took a seat myself. They covered the entirety of the table and spilled off the other side. If anyone was to sit across from me they'd find most of their space taken up by my chest.
For a while I sat at the table, unsure of what to do. In that time I tried my best to remember anything about myself. Rattling my brain for any sort of an answer just ended up being a waste of time in the end. I had absolutely no recollection of anything before waking up minutes prior. Even my own name was lost to me. It seemed that I had woken up as blank slate, completely devoid of a past.
I took another look around the room, hoping to see something that might re-jog my memory. Nothing stood out to me in particular, save for a blue and yellow robe. It hung from a coat rack on the other side of the room behind one of the walls. Almost double the distance I had walked to reach the table. A part of me did not want to put my back through the pain of carrying my bosom yet again. The other part of me however considered it a worthwhile cost in order to be dressed.
For what felt like the hundredth time today I stood and stumbled across the room, this time doing so without falling once. The robe appeared even more fetching up close. Its mix of blues and yellows held me entranced for a moment. With quivering hands I lifted it off the rack and put it on. After a few adjustments the robe covered me from my neck down to my calves. Though it did expose at least a foots worth of cleavage. My pale boobs bounced up and down in the robe as I returned to the table. Only to come to a stop halfway there.
Behind the wall, the table sat in front of, was a door. It was made of stone and almost perfectly blended in with the wall around it. The stone door grew more mysterious as I approached it. Symbols and markings were scratched into it, and it looked to have no way of being opened. There was no doorknob, handle, or even a switch. Basically making it into an oddly door shaped wall.
Or that was what I thought until discovering the doorknob chest-first. The stone knob dug into the underside of one of my boobs. It was an unpleasant experience that had me backing away with haste. In my quickness, I ended up falling onto my rear. At the moment of my descent gravity and momentum sent my bosom skyward. For but a singular second they rose above me before coming back down with a force so sudden it took my breath away. Each of my pillowy, pliable endowments felt as if they were honestly making an attempt on my life. Their vile scheme foiled by their own softness.
Just as quickly I sat up and opened the door. It slowly swung back and revealed a short set of steps. Walking down them, I entered into a circular hall lit by wall mounted torches. The air stunk of a sour smell that reminded me of spoiled milk. With one hand on a wall and the other pinching my nose I walked down the hall, coming upon a second door shortly after. It too led further down.
At the end of longer set of stairs was a room like the one above. It was larger, had even more bookshelves, and was occupied. In the center of the room stood a robed figure. The lone occupant of the room looked to be male and had his back turned to me. Hesitantly I walked down the last few steps and into the room proper.
Still clutching my chest, I called out to him. "Hello? Do you know-" My question was cut short when the mysterious figure suddenly turned around.
His Grey hood fell back and revealed his face. The man's skin was sickly green in color. Tentacles made up the Strange creature's neck and chin. Most chilling of all were his eyes, They were as black as ink and aimed straight at me.
I froze under his gaze and watched in horror as he took two steps in my direction. On the third step I turned and slammed the door shut behind me. It closed with a muffled bang, the sound registering in my ears late. By then I had already power stumbled back halfway to the steps leading upstairs. A pace that was surprisingly enough too slow.
The door behind me burst open and the tentacled monstrosity entered the hall. He lumbered to the steps and began his ascent. It was the most terrifying thing I ever witnessed. Which wasn't much, but the sight of a weird squid-man marching up after me was a horrific thing to behold. Fortunately he wasn't all too fast and I had a head start. That didn't matter all too much to him it seemed, and he stepped out into the hall right I did.
Suddenly dropping his slow act, the squid faced abomination ran at me. Thinking quick I grabbed a lit torch off the wall. In that same breath my boobs fell out of my one handed grip and smacked against me. Somehow I managed to stay standing and swung the torch when he got close. My swat did practically nothing to the squid man. He ignored the attack entirely and closed in. With a single arm he reached over my breasts and grabbed my neck. Then in a voice that sounded like the sea itself he whispered.
"It's been so long."
Desperation combined with fear, and I fervently struck him with my torch several times. Again and again he ignored my repeated tries of harming him. The squid man gradually brought me closer, forcing my rack to push into him and fight for space.
Just as his tentacles rose from their idle position and reached for my face, a miracle occurred.
He dropped me.
His iron grip loosened one finger at a time until I fell from his grasp. Utterly bewildered, I looked up and saw why he had let me go. The abomination was on fire. His cloak had been set ablaze by my torch and now he was attempting to pull it off. An effort that proved to be futile, he couldn't bring himself to touch his burning robe. Every time he would pull his hand away and instead run around in a circle. The cycle then repeated itself.
All while I scooted away from the screaming squid man. His pained cries and movements growing more wild as he slowly burned to death. For minutes he continued about in anguish, until finally he died. The corpse fell to the floor a few feet away from me. I stared slack jawed, and slowly rose to my feet.
"Where am I?" I wondered aloud.
My curiosity to find the answer eventually leading me back to the second floor. Which was now empty. No squid men or other bizarre terrors popped up as I searched the room for... Something. I wasn't exactly sure what to look for really; A letter or journal that explained what this place was, maybe? Anything to make all of this make sense, or even a document of some kind explaining the squid man's existence. All I wanted in the end was answers, and after quite a bit of digging I found some.
Betwixt two black books sitting on one of the many bookshelves, was a note. I pulled it out from its hiding space and opened it, instantly recognizing my own handwriting.
Dear, Ruth Raven or Iteration 52 if you prefer.
I know you must have many questions, and they will be answered in due time. But for now you will have to wait. The tower you are in is one infested with monsters. To escape it you will need several things. Most important of them are a proper way to defend yourself and grit. (And just in case you ended up being one of the bustier ones I left you a bra in the box near the door. :) Also I suggest learning magic if you can.
Sincerely, Iteration 51.
Two more times I read the letter. Neither attempt to parse its meaning any more successful than the first. In fact after reading it the third time I had more questions. But before even daring to ask them, I basked in the joy of having a name. One that I secretly knew wasn't really mine, or at least not whatever my original name was.
"Ruth Raven." I repeated over and over as I walked over to the box next to the door.
True to the letters word there was indeed a bra contained within. As well as a sword and a little pamphlet that gave basic instructions on how to swing the weapon. Putting the sword and pamphlet aside, I lifted the bra out of the box and marveled at it. The blue wonder of surprisingly stretchy material was dark blue. It also looked like it could be used as a miniature hammock. Despite its size and stretchy nature, my breasts proved to be greater than Iteration 51 expected. The bra was nearly stretched thin. Still it did its job and alleviated the stress of carrying my obscene rack.
For the first time ever, I walked without needing to cradle my breasts. It felt amazing. Whole minutes passed as I enjoyed the simple act of moving from one spot to another. After thoroughly partaking in the grand novelty that was walking, I grabbed a book - titled magic for the wonderfully endowed - and started reading.
