Hiro looked conflicted...
whatever had happened here, reality was slowly healing. That he found this portal at all, was probably luck more then anything else. Indeed, only a few are able to perceive these strange structures. As a cyborg based on 'sense' he seemed one of the 'lucky' few able to gauge such holes in reality...
Beyond this boundary, existed another world... another place. The sheer fear of knowing this, made him feel smaller in some way, yet awed at seeing one of the grand workings of the universe. A cure might exist there... a cure! The cure wasn't on Earth... so far that sun, was the only definite cure anyone had ever come across. An alien sun... He could be human again... not a freak. People might even like him again. His family could never understand just how horrible his life had been after his change.
The message pinged once more... fine. He'll read this then go through.
*Son,
Let's talk about this please. I've taken time off work to see you. Just tell me where you are*
Hiro stared at the message.
That's all? She wanted to 'talk'? What was there to talk about! Maybe she would tell him how she understood how he felt... being a cyborg as well- but that was just not true. They were nothing alike. For one thing, His father actually had already found love and lived a human life... secondly, for some strange reason, a female cyborg did not elicit that same response of fear, but intrigue in others. He knew he felt it himself looking at her- and that was despite her actually being weaponised!
It wasn't the same thing for Hiro. He had nothing... and talking to people all they did was shun him. On the internet, in person, everyone. It was like they treated him as disfigured... a creature on life support... not worth the time to talk to.
He didn't want to shut himself in for the rest of his life... with everyone giving him those looks. He didn't want people to always hate him... he didn't want to be alone either.
But then, what if he couldn't return back to Earth? What if he did end up being alone forever anyway? But... but... this was his only chance!
He stared at the portal... "Damn it," he whispered. He turned around, not looking at it. The words of his father felt like a leash tugging him... he owed them at least to talk it over.
But maybe it was something else too... something that stopped him from taking the plunge into another world...
"I'm a coward," He said bitterly.
Father Robert was lead to a private chamber. The devil-woman was as nervous as hell. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this, but the feeling of her nipples rather raw against the coarse fabrics forced her to remember this was not a perverted act... it was a necessity. She had a new body, and clearly certain... garments were needed. That's all it was.
"If you could disrobe please, I will take your measurements" Said the curious artificial being.
"I-" Robert stuttered. "I um- have one or two different.. um-" Or make that three extra ones, she mused to herself. How in the world could she explain.
"There is no need to be concerned... I am able to detect some of the shape of your form. It is nothing we have not seen before."
"R-really?" Asked Robert.
"Yes. And we have a range of adapted garments. We'll work something out for you," said the mannequin-like creature.
Robert felt a little more relaxed at that. This was... normal here. She slowly dis-robed. Her four pairs of breasts visible and proud on her form. She felt a little helpless as she looked down at the mass of flesh. She could barely see over her top pair, which were in her mind absolutely massive.
The Mannequin professionally took a tape and started to note down her sizes. She was a little worried when she started noting the distance between each breast.
"You are the first in our store with four pairs to consider," Mused the mannequin.
Robert bit her lip. "I-Is that going to be a problem?"
"Not at all. I just need to do a few calculations..." The mannequin started to write down a few more figures. "The main issue is going to be the lowest set. Since their are situated on your pelvic regions, I don't believe it's suitable to use a normal bra for them. Give me a few moments and I'll have something..."
Robert waited patiently, as the mannequin turned up a few moments later.
"Hello again. These are your cup sizes here..." She passed the writings to her.
Robert looked at the notes. The letters meant very little to her... D? C? What did any of that mean? And what were all those numbers? Was this a fitting or a lesson in physics?
"Now then... Your breasts are actually all quite evenly spaced out. Do you suffer any discomfort?"
Robert thought about it. "T-Thay tend to bounce around a lot.. when I walk." She said a little upset still. "Its quite... distracting." Not to mention talking about it, was making her tail want to 'play' with them again. A thought she was trying very hard to suppress right now.
"Our usual options are to hold them in place, with bra's that are strung together as this," She said showing the 'standard' model.
Robert stared at the bra, noting it only had three pairs of cups on it. How is that supposed to go on her? What about the fourth set anyway? "Um- What about..."
The mannequin nodded anticipating the question. "From what I can observe, your last pair would benefit very little from having a bra. It's going to require something a little more customised. We can provide a padding to place over them, and held in place over your waist. That should keep everything steady. Though this might interfere with your tail. If you want to, we can try a four paired strung bra... do you have any preference of style?"
"S-style?" Blinked Robert. "No- I mean I don't know anything about this... just.. something that works?"
"Of course." nodded the mannequin. "There is a third option as well. We could have you with two sets of bras. This would probably be the most comfortable. A top one would be strung to your bottom pair. The third set would have it's own bra, and- you can chose to have it strung to your lowest, or for them to have their own... However I recommend, the lowest set should be given it's own support independent of the others."
All this talk of breasts was making Robert feel Very dizzy. She didn't know what to try. "I- I guess I'll see which method works best..."
