Unheroic Times - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Duty and Devotion

Paris, Earth

Five minutes ago

Boo landed on the streets of Paris with a wide smile. She had arrived on the planet a little while ago, but felt the need to pay her respects to her mothers by visiting Texas and Dublin first. She felt fully prepared now as she casually strolled the bank of the Seine, a beef brisket sandwich in one hand and a pint of Guiness in the other.

This was fun!

There was some annoying buzzing going on around her though. What was that?

“Ma’am? Excuse me? Ma’am? You need to… you need to evacuate. You need to leave, ma’am.”

Boo stopped suddenly and turned around, trying to find the source of the irritating human sounds.

Her boobs found it first.

As Twin Turbo patrolled the perimeter around the Seine, Motor had found himself captivated by the tall and impossibly busty woman walking along the bank without a care in the world. He had tried calling out to her, but she wasn’t listening. Approach was the only option, and definitely not a bad call if it gave him a better look at those breasts.

Unfortunately, it was a very bad call.

Motor got a much closer look than he could ever have wanted.

When Boo turned, she put her underboob level with Motor’s head. Stunned by the size of the globes in front of him, he didn’t immediately stop walking, instead accidentally bumping his head into Boo’s chest.

If his life had ended there, it would have been a kindness.

The plush, inviting flesh of Boo’s tits welcomed Motor’s body, her cleavage pulling on him from its underside just as effectively as it would have from the top. His body didn’t leave the ground immediately, due to the speed at which he was being dragged into Boo’s cleavage. Instead, his spine stretched and contorted, his head immediately slurped into the space between Boo’s tits while the rest of him lengthened. On instinct, his arms flailed out briefly, slapping with utter futility against the underside of Boo’s bosom until his hands were yanked into the inescapable valley looming above. With his arms held over his head, Motor’s body began to lose its form completely as the digestion process began, pulling his limbs apart like taffy as Boo’s boobs greedily turned him into human spaghetti. He screamed. Oh, he screamed as loudly as he could, but his screams were swallowed by Boo’s infinite cleavage space just as he was.

Outside of Boo’s cleavage, Motor’s lower body was melting, both pooling to the floor and being ingested by the ravenous tits above. His torso stretched out twice its former length as it slid between Boo’s tits, taking its time to flatten entirely as it failed to hold up against the insurmountable pressure exerted by Boo’s breasts on each other.

It was a bizarre sight now, with Motor’s upper half missing and his legs acting as noodles, a tasty little snack for Boo’s cleavage, yet that was the sight that Rotor saw as he continued his flight around the Seine. The horrific sight of his brother being turned into human pasta by the mill of this insanely busty woman’s cleavage didn’t deter him. He flew directly at this new villain, ready to save his brother or seek vengeance.

He did neither.

Rotor flew directly at Boo's cleavage, vanishing without a trace between her tits.

Boo smiled and took a sip of her stout, followed by a bite of her sandwich.

Her girls probably deserved a snack too, it was only fair.

Within Boo’s cleavage, Rotor experienced infinity.

It was a specific type of hell, especially for agoraphobics. Fortunately, Rotor was not one. Unfortunately, that made it no less hellish. The space into which Rotor had flown went on forever, ever-expanding into this void between Boo’s tits. Despite the expansive space though, there was a constant, existential pressure acting on Rotor from all sides, constricting his movements and uncomfortably pressing against both his body and soul.

It was making Rotor less of himself.

Digestion can happen in many ways. As a human, Rotor was familiar with the idea of breaking down nutrients to fuel the body. As a being beyond divinity, Boo did far more than that.

As the digestive presence of Boo’s cleavage acted on Rotor, he diminished, losing parts of himself. Not just nutrients, not simply something as mundane as that. Rotor lost relevance, he lost power, he lost conceptual importance and identity. He lost understanding and cognisance. He lost feeling and sensitivity, happiness and vitality.

Boo’s body took everything that he was, her cleavage stripping away every aspect that could have not only identified him as a person, but also as a thing of consequence in the universe.

She took it innately, not even intentionally.

It was just who she was.

And why should she ever change herself?

She was just more than him, beyond divine and deserving of anything reality freely offered her.

So she took everything, simply because she could, and she saw nothing wrong with that.

Boo shuddered, almost spilling her Guinness as she experienced a whole body climax. It wasn’t even the feeling itself, it was more the idea of it. The idea that she was so much better. The idea that she could just use up parts of existence like that.

It made her feel closer to her mother.

Finishing the last bite of her sandwich and following it up with the final swig of her booze, Boo rose up into the air, ready to go collect her new toy.

She was about to meet her big sister, and that sounded like fun!

Notre-Dame, Paris

Now

Was this better or worse than Archimedi had feared?

On any scale where her mother existed, Archimedi was certain that she must define one end of it. Therefore, this was actually a better outcome than she had expected.

Still, it didn’t feel like a relief yet.

She needed to work out what her ‘sister’ wanted, and what she was doing here.

Maybe talking would work for once.

“Oops, sorry, sis! I know, pretty rude of me to barge in and steal your toy, but it just looked so fun!” Boo pulled the terraformer from her cleavage, materialising it seemingly from the aether, and examined it. “Ooh, this is a Tectonic Terrain Resculptor, if ever I saw one. Planet-scale too! Any less than that would be disappointing though honestly, don’t you agree?”

“Who are you?” Archimedi asked, slowly and carefully, fully aware that her sister was actively caressing a doomsday weapon like it was a kitten. “And what are you doing here?”

“I already said, silly! I’m Boo!” Boo cooed as she slid on the gauntlet while Archimedi watched, bemused and wary. “You’re Archimedi, right? That’s what your little nanobots say at least. Super cute, by the way.”

“You…” Archimedi thought back. “Were you doing a Pokemon bit earlier?”

Boo furrowed her brow and then her eyes lit up.

“I never thought of it like that! I always thought Digimon was cooler though.” Boo turned her attention back to the gauntlet, rotating her arm while she sang softly under her breath. “Digimon, digital monsters, Digimon are the champions!”

“But why are you here?” Archimedi asked again. “Did our mother send you?”

The singing abruptly stopped.

“Of course she did,” Boo asserted, carefully avoiding eye contact with Archimedi. “She left all of this cool tech around for me to find and study!”

With a sigh, Boo slipped the gauntlet off.

“Okay, just this once, I’m willing to share – but only because you’re my big sis, okay?” Boo pulled a small orb from her cleavage, palming it with one hand as she offered the gauntlet to Archimedi. “I can use my new one at the same time! Sisterly bonding! Are you done with this planet now, or were you in the middle of something?”

The casual indifference of the statement made Archimedi’s face flush with anger.

This was definitely her mother’s daughter.

“Warugaki,” Archimedi growled. “There are people living here.”

“Did you want to show off to them?” Boo pouted. “They never appreciate it…”

Images flashed through Archimedi’s mind. A planet completely torn apart as Boo tried out a mineral extractor and pouted when the population didn’t applaud. Another bereft of its moon as Boo tested her new shrink ray and frowned at the panicking denizens. Worlds stripped of their oceans by a dehydration gun, people gaping in imitation of the suffocating fish.

Archimedi took the gauntlet, snatching it away from Boo.

“Wow, that was rude,” Boo mumbled. “What’s got you so annoyed?”

“People live here,” Archimedi repeated.

“Yeah… I know? I mean, where else would they live? What’s your point?” Boo was frowning now, which was unnerving in a different way. Ever since Archimedi had mentioned their mother, her entire attitude had shifted.

“Have you ever actually met her?” Archimedi asked. “Do you know how horrendous she is?”

Archimedi realised her mistake just as she made it.

Boo’s face turned to pure rage as Archimedi rushed at her sister. She had been aiming for a tackle, something to hopefully knock the infuriated woman into the depths of outer space, but of course Boo’s tits were in the way. Archimedi collided with them, feeling their oppressive warmth as the atmosphere ignited from the heat of Boo’s fury.

Archimedi needed to act fast, but she only saw one solution.

Was she really going to do this?

Well, there was no other choice now.

Taking action was the only heroic option left to her.

Leaping over the wall of boob in front of her, Archimedi launched herself forward again, slapping at Boo’s hand and depressing the button of the small orb within Boo’s palm. Instantly, gale force winds rocked the planet as the entire atmosphere was sucked into the sphere, preventing Archimedi’s world from being engulfed in the flame of Boo’s ire. There would be consequences, but this was the lesser evil.

“No! No! No!” Boo screamed in outrage. “That’s NOT fair! I gave you a toy! A good one! This was my one! Mom left it for me!”

Boo’s face screwed up in crazed anguish as she looked from the Total Atmospheric Extractor she had never even used to the stone-cold face of her older sister.

“You ruined it,” Boo hissed as she recoiled from Archimedi, failing to keep the tears from forming. “You know she loves me more and you wanted to take her present from me.”

“She doesn’t love anyone, Boo,” Archimedi calmly stated, wary of the time her planet had left before it asphyxiated. “She only cares about herself.”

“You don’t know her like I do,” Boo insisted.

“Have you ever met her?”

“She’s so busy! She has a lot to do!”

“Has she ever spoken to you?”

Boo screamed, tears breaking free from her eyes as she launched the orb at Archimedi. Archimedi caught it in her offhand, her sword now held firmly in her main.

“This is my planet, Boo,” Archimedi asserted. “People live here. I live here.”

“It’s just a dumb planet! There’s loads of them.”

“Not like this. If you think they’re all alike, you aren’t really looking.” Archimedi looked at Boo’s tear-stained cheeks. “You’re just blindly following her path of destruction, picking up her garbage, aren’t you?”

“It’s how she shows she cares,” Boo half-asserted, half-pleaded.

Now, Archimedi had two options.

Sometimes cruelty was kindness. She could make Boo confront the truth. She could collapse the fiction that her sister had created. She could destroy Boo’s world.

Sometimes cruelty was kindness, but kindness was always kindness.

“Here, take this one.” Archimedi held out the gauntlet to her sister. “Take it far away and use it for its purpose: create something with it. Make a world. Make it a nice one. And tell me about it afterwards.”

Boo furrowed her brow in suspicion.

“Are you going to steal that one too?”

“No.” Archimedi thought for a moment, then made another gamble. “If you use it nicely, I’ll even give you a new toy next time.”

“Next time?”

“Next time we meet. Not here,” Archimedi hurriedly added. “Somewhere else.”

Boo considered for a moment before taking the gauntlet and dropping it into her cleavage.

“It better be a good toy,” Boo grumbled. “You were extra mean.”

“If you’re nicer to people in the future, I’ll be nicer to you.”

Boo pouted and turned away, slowly floating upwards.

“Big sisters are the worst,” Boo muttered as she vanished into space.

Letting out a sigh of relief, along with the atmosphere of the planet contained within the orb, Archimedi slowly floated down to the ground.

She was rarely exhausted, but she felt it now.

It wasn’t time to rest yet though. Time to debrief the mayor, greet the public, talk to the press…

Archimedi put her best face on.

Back to business as usual.

“Shoot,” Archimedi muttered as she approached the mayor at three times her usual height, “I really need to do a better job of controlling myself.”