Pirska-2, Chapter 5

I've never seen the point in adding story disclaimers, as I include images anyway. But this is a breast and booty expansion story. It contains 'mature themes' and tonal whiplash.
Choose your own adventure with main image, both fit.
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As she burst through the threshold, compact machine pistol raised, Hana was reassured to see Vas frozen behind his desk.

He was moving, albeit slowly. Trying to shut off the large array of security monitors affixed to the wall.

“We will talk-” Hana began, before her gaze got stuck on one of the monitors.

It was one monitor of many, but the impossibly inflated woman asleep on a mattress seized her attention.

Candy… she thought, her grip tightening on the machine pistol pointed square at Vas’ dome.

But it wasn’t Candy. This woman looked Korean. Her breasts may have rivalled Candy’s, but it was unmistakably a different woman.

“Don't. Move”. Hana hissed at Vas

“The other screens. Turn them on”.

Hana pushed her feelings down as she scanned through the monitors.

Many showed empty rooms, mattresses on floors, screens on walls.

But others showed women like the first. Sleeping or delirious, extreme body modifications, alone.

A pale woman laying on her side, grossly overfilled breasts spilling beyond the edge of her mattress, not Candy.

Another Korean, her gigantic ass blown up into two spheres, both winning the battle of keeping the woman horizontal. Her skinny legs looked completely inadequate of hauling her bulk around, the petite woman was simply attached to her own spheroid beach-ball ass.

“Where. Is. She”. spat Hana, the gun now inches from Vas’ head.

Vas’ tried to hide his fear as a final larger monitor flickered to life.

Hana gasped.

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10 minutes earlier

He was sluggish, remaining outside had only shielded him so much.

Even a tiny wave of the NEMP had reduced his functionality to little more than a limp mode.

To think that was… a tiny one. A pebble. Now his second time on the receiving end of a wave, it proved no easier than his first.

But J.Q pressed on, one foot in front of the other. Threading as carefully through the crowded room as his size and numbed neural link would allow.

It was a surreal sight, with the main power fluctuating, the frozen figures were illuminated only by dim red emergency lighting.

Strippers with their hands locked around poles, fear in their eyes yet unable to move a muscle.

Patrons locked into chairs, but most importantly, the other Heavies gathered around the guard room, frozen stiff. But for how long.

He kept the assault rifle trained on them as he trudged on towards the door.

With all eyes on her, Hana stayed a step behind her new meat, her shield.

Fresh Pirska-2 coursed through her veins.

The amateurishly improvised NEMP bomb strapped to her chest was heavy, but she was still the fastest moving thing in this building. For the moment.

After an eternity, J.Q and Hana reached the hallway that led to the backrooms. The main lights flickered on and off.

J.Q’s legs were starting to free up, the effects would soon be wearing off everyone else in the room too.

He flipped tables and took up a firing position between them. It wasn’t much of a barricade, but it would have to do. The ammunition in his own rifle would tear through an engine block, let alone a table. But it was better than nothing.

“I’m almost back Hana, might be now or never” he said, with nothing but a fraction of his head and rifle barrel visible from behind the table barricade.

Hana remained crouched behind her mostly-human shield and steeled herself, then stood straight up to face the room.

“NO-ONE MOVES.

NO-ONE LEAVES.

YOU HAVE FELT WHAT A TINY ELECTROMAGNETIC PULSE DOES” Hana shouted, holding an unused grenade above her head.

“OFFLINE MUCH LONGER AND YOU'D DIE.

THIS ONE IS A THOUSAND TIMES THE SIZE.

DON’T MAKE ME USE IT.

DO. NOT. MOVE.

THIS INCLUDES YOU VAS” she finished, before ducking back down behind J.Q and the barricade.

“Go get her Han-” J.Q began.

“Wait. Movement.”

Hana’s organic eyes couldn’t make it out, but a Heavy was inching his hand towards the locker behind him.

J.Q was now fully online. He could see everything in a combat situation.

Head of the guard. The top goon. His old boss. A miserable prick at the best of times.

“SHOW ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, KHOZ” J.Q shouted, raising his head slightly above the table line.

But Khoz kept moving. Just fulfilling his role.

“Go now, behind me until around the corner. Leave the grenades. Get her out” J.Q said quietly, so that only Hana could hear him.

He stood straight up, his hulking figure now presenting a clear target. A clear target, but also a 200cm kevlar plated shield.

Hana moved quickly. As she rounded the corner, her own gun now up, she could still hear J.Q shouting.

“NO ONE PASSES OR THE-”

The sentence was cut off by a sudden burst of semi-automatic gunfire.

Hana tensed. It sounded like J.Q’s anti-material rounds, but could she be sure?

It would be a miracle if he survived, they both knew that. But what else was a Heavy do in this world.

Besides, she had just arrived.