DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 21: DNA

CHAPTER 21: DNA

The flickering, glowing, amber coloured lights continued to radiate out from within both her thick nipples and the skeletal creature that had latched onto them. A blinding flash suddenly filled the previously dark laboratory. Cynthia couldn’t see for a moment. She had to close her eyes, or risk losing her vision entirely due to the light’s blinding intensity.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Five seconds trapped in darkness as she forced herself to keep her eyes shut. She felt the bright, amber light slowly fading even though she still had her eyes tightly closed.

A mere glimmer.

The trespassing detective determined that it was now safe enough for her eyes to finally reopen them.

From what she saw, the amber light had totally faded away and the lighting inside the empty laboratory had returned to a dull, dark ambiance.

What just happened?

With no trace of the rabid creature anywhere in sight, Cynthia finally looked down at herself, at her own body. She discovered that the skeletal Dilophosaurus was still here with her. More or less. The bony Dinosaur was mostly gone.

Rather, it had changed.

Morphed into something different.

The private investigator no longer had a living animal attached to her boobs, she now instead had a rigid, lifeless, skeletal bra.

For the longest time, in months, almost a year now, Cynthia was surprised to find herself wearing a bra. It was, of course, far from intentional. As a woman, she wasn’t against it, it was just that she thought her breasts were so large that putting one on each morning was kind of a waste of time. The larger her boobs had grown, the more precious time it took her to cram them into ill-fitting bras. Not to mention that Cynthia was poor as fuck. Even the cheapest, most poorly constructed bras honestly cost hundreds and hundreds of credits. High prices that the Empire strictly and purposely set so that breasts had a lessened chance of going unseen by the perverted, watchful eyes of the male citizens. Easier visibility and accessibility to them helped the the men of the Empire feel more confident, therefore boosting reproduction rates among the population. In the end, Cynthia didn’t mind the permanent sensation of having her breasts enjoying the freedom and pleasant liberties of remaining unconstrained.

But now, things had changed.

She was wearing a bra.

At first, she figured that somebody must have placed one on her exposed tits while her eyes were still shut.

But what tipped her off to the truth, was the strange appearance of the bra itself. It was of the exact same, rusted, bronze colour that the living fossil had been. The right compartment of the bra had the shape of the Dilophosaurus’s skull designed on it, while the left side featured the creature’s stubby arms and sharp claws with it’s tail bones wrapped just beneath it. Two nipple sockets could be seen on each side. They were probably there to allow much better comfort for her swollen nipples to rest while wearing the bra. The fabric of the cup’s interior side was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was certainly not the usual polyester and spandex blend she was used to. Instead, it was made of some kind of cool, rock-like element that gave her the impression of an armoured bikini that some fantasy knight might wear. Despite the chain-mail, armoured vibe she was getting from it, she was surprised to notice that this very unusual piece of clothing was extremely soft and light.

What is this?

As anyone stuck in her shoes would, of course, do, she tried desperately to remove this seemingly alien construct from her chest. She pulled on it as hard as she possibly could and while she managed to partially peel it off her skin, a pair of tenacious elements ultimately stopped the busty detective in her tracks… Her nipples. They were firmly stuck within the sockets of the unusual bra. It appeared there was nothing she could do. The more she pulled on it, the more it stretched her nipples forward, teasing and accidentally providing her with a faint sensation of pleasure. Warm droplets of milk continue to seep out with every tug. But the pleasure wasn’t enjoyable enough for her to justify allowing this this parasite to continue covering her breasts anymore than that.

After staring at the fossil bra for a while, she saw the bright, amber coloured light coming back. It beamed out of the bra itself, directly from the two nipple sockets. The lights flickered with a new intensity as Cynthia felt a rush of fear wash over her once again. All by themselves, her huge boobs bounced up and down as the lights kept jerking around in a visibly uncontrollable frenzy of madness.

“What the fuck is this bra? Where did it come from? What’s happening to me right now?” Cynthia asked out loud in panic without actually expecting answers to those questions. Then, after all the lights flickering and tits bouncing, her chest suddenly began causing her pain. Or rather, her rocky bra itself appeared to be the source of this new sensation. She knelt down in agony. She grunted. Things were getting sour for her.

Desperate for help, Cynthia crawled back to the elevator that allowed her to access the seemingly secret, dark laboratory from under the mansion. Once back upstairs, she got out of the elevator and frantically crawled all over the first floor of the establishment. Her goal was to travel across it to eventually reach the front doors. Getting out of the mansion and finding help outside of it was the only hope she had. As she slowly crawled,  she could only feel the extreme suffering that radiated from her chest. The pain had since spread to her head in the form of a migraine. She no longer had any record of how much time had passed since she first reached this floor. It seemed to take her several minutes to traverse spaces that should have taken mere seconds. Perhaps she was blacking out without realizing it?

When she seemed to be getting closer and closer to the two front doors, she was surprised to hear someone suddenly opening them. Someone was now entering the place.

It was Sebastian. The tall Human butler that worked for the owner of this mansion.

He opened the doors and entered without noticing Cynthia at first.

She was crawling so slowly at this point, that her movements didn’t even register in the tall man’s field of vision. He headed straight for the central stairwell and began to ascend to the second floor. How long would she remain paralyzed like this if she couldn’t alert him? Would she die? Cynthia had no choice but to call for Sebastian's aid and deal with the consequences of her illegal trespassing later.

“Butler!” She first tried yelling at him but found herself unable to do so. The chest pain she had right now appeared to be too strong and damaging for her to scream. All she could muster was a soft whimper, to quiet for Sebastian to hear. She felt like she was being stabbed in the lungs, or at least it’s what she imagined this sensation to be comparable to. Whatever this bra was, it seemed to be crippling her body one step at a time. She had to act now or it would be too late.

“B-butler.... Butler…” she managed a faint yet strained whisper. Practically inaudible, but it was a sound nonetheless that caused enough of an echo to stop the tall butler in his tracks.  He definitely had heard something.

“Butler... Butler... Butler...” She continued to murmur softly while desperately trying to crawl closer and closer to him.

“Butler...?” Sebastian quietly said to himself in sheer confusion after clearly hearing the word this time.

“Here... Here…” She whispered to him a little louder. Sebastian quickly turned his head again and finally saw her lying down, crawling towards him near the stairs.

“You? Here? What are you doing here?” He said before running down the stairs like a fireman about to save a woman’s life from a Hellish blaze. He basically jumped off the last steps and came to her rescue, kneeling down beside her.

“Cynthia? What happened? And wha–” But then, midway into his sentence – he finally noticed what the private investigator in distress was currently wearing – the Dilophosaurus bra.

He frowned.

He had immediately recognized this unique piece of clothing. Desperate as she was for answers, Cynthia could remain conscious no longer...

Several minutes later, Sebastian stood over the unconscious detective. He had carried her into the same, large, royal-like bedroom that the owner of the mansion had been resting in on her first visit to this place. Cynthia was lying down on her back on the same hospital type bed the sick Saurius man was lying on last time.

Sebastian was hard at work, attempting to stabilize his busty patient. Thankfully for Cynthia, he was a fully qualified physician who had a unique understanding of her current condition.  It was clear that the tall man was much more than a simple butler.

Hooked up to several medical machines: Cynthia’s trench coat; shredded tank top; detectable miniskirt; high-heeled shoes; and fedora hat had all been removed from her. While she still wore her bright blue thong and her masquerade mask, which was strikingly strange in of itself, what took the cake was that she was still wearing the fossil bra. Yes. It was still attached to her large breasts.

Sebastian had undressed her almost as soon as he placed her on the bed. He had absolutely no problem doing so. To be honest, he was still fairly shocked that this strange woman had returned to them once more. The way she clearly let the two men from the mansion know last time that she wasn’t interested, firmly made him believe that they would never meet again. And yet, here she was. The butler, like most men, personally found the detective to be a gorgeous woman. Especially during the time he first laid eyes on her at the club. Despite his noble actions, she had in fact manged to turn him on that night. And now, things seemed even more exciting. It was much more personal. He was all alone with her in the bedroom. Getting the privilege to undress her quickly caused his cock to grow at a rapid pace. He was fully erect by the time most of her clothes were on the floor and he had begun his attempts to pull the fossil bra off her chest.

He failed, just like Cynthia a little earlier.

As Sebastian was hard at work (and in his pants), he was sadly interrupted by his boss, Gerald, the sick Saurius man that owned the mansion. He was barely able to walk as he entered the room, using a cane to move around.

The cane itself had a pretty flashy appearance to it. Most of it was of a bronze colour, a similar shade to the Dilophosaurus bra Cynthia was forced to wear. The tip that touched the floor faded into a more reddish tinge, while the handle grasped by the reptilian hands of the old man was a detailed, metallic-red ornament in the shape of a Spinosaurus’ head.

“Master! You shouldn’t be up right now! You’re too sick. Too frail. You should go back to the lab and rest down there.” Sebastian fully switched his attention to his boss.

“I’m not tired…” Gerald responded while getting deeper into the bedroom.

“What are you doing here, master?” He asked, forced to accept his presence in the room.

“I want to see her…”

“I’m taking care of her…”

“I know. So she truly did infiltrate in the mansion while we were gone?” The old, sick Saurius man asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Like a burglar?”

“Yes, sir.”

“She’s even wearing a thief’s mask.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I thought she was supposed to be a professional detective.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What did the surveillance cameras reveal to you?”

“Um... It appears she only came back here in order to rob the place. She entered through a window and explored a small part of the lab before being assaulted by one of our Valkyrie prototypes. One that had apparently escaped its cage…”

“And? Has their DNA been successfully fused?” Gerald asked.