At the Mammopolis Natural History Museum

The lobby of the Mammopolis Natural History Museum was overwhelming in every sense—a monumental blend of Classicism, Brutalism, and retrofuturism. Towering concrete pillars stretched toward the ceiling, their surfaces illuminated by shifting holographic murals that celebrated the busty icons of Mammopolis’ storied past. Sculptures of famous women, frozen in poses that both exalted and objectified their bodies, lined the vast hall like a gallery of gods. The air hummed with digital projections, and Ryu, a first-time visitor to the city, found it all more than a little dizzying.

“Who the hell are these people?” Ryu muttered, craning his neck to take in the massive sculptures, each more exaggerated than the last.

Zyrex smirked beside him, lazily gesturing toward the AR device clipped to Ryu’s belt. “Use your AR, man. It'll give you the rundown. They don't exactly teach Mammopolian history outside of here, do they?”

Ryu fumbled with his AR device, flipping it on and scanning the nearest statue. Immediately, glowing text popped up in his vision, lines of detailed history filling the air beside the imposing figure of a nude woman draped in translucent fabric.

“Lady Valeria Adoris,” Ryu read aloud, “the ‘Mother of Mammopolian Culture’... credited with shaping the moral and sexual values of modern Mammopolis, influencing both public policy and the aesthetic of the Bustocracy.”

Zyrex snorted. “Yeah, ‘Mother of Mammopolian Culture,’ sure. More like the original MILF. Whole city’s still obsessed with her. They even based a reality show on her sexual escapades back in the day.”

Ryu blinked, moving to the next statue—a graceful figure poised mid-dance, her massive chest seeming almost in motion despite the bronze medium.

“Marina Tityakova, ballerina and cultural icon…” he read, still trying to absorb the spectacle, “known for merging classical dance with Mammopolis’ unique… bust-centric performance art?”

“She invented tit-ballet, no joke,” Zyrex laughed. “Can’t tell if it's art or porn, but the crowds loved it. Probably still do.”

Ryu moved on, the sheer number of statues blurring together in his mind—each woman more voluptuous, each story more absurd. That was until they reached the centerpiece of the room: a massive, life-sized bust of a woman carved from obsidian, the material so polished it seemed to absorb the light around it. The name next to it blazed in glowing white letters: Yumi Tanaka.

Ryu squinted as the AR feed loaded. “Yumi Tanaka, founder of the Tanaka Corporation… revolutionized the human dairy industry… major benefactor of the Mammopolis Natural History Museum?”

Zyrex’s smirk faltered as they stood before the looming bust of Yumi Tanaka, his gaze lingering on the polished obsidian before quickly shifting away. He stayed silent for a beat too long, as if weighing his next words carefully.

“Tanaka Corporation…” he muttered, almost absently, his voice lacking its usual edge. “Yeah, they’re… a big deal. Not just in dairy.” He glanced around the room, his tone flattening as if he’d said enough. “Hard to explain, but they’re behind a lot here. Best not to get too curious about it.”

Zyrex shifted his weight, the tension palpable in the brief silence that followed. Then, with a **** lightness, he gestured toward the next exhibit. “Come on. Plenty more to see.”

Ryu stared into the dark, unblinking eyes of the bust, a cold shiver creeping up his spine before he quickly followed Zyrex.

The mechanical doors slid open with a hiss, and Ryu hesitated, curiosity stirring in his chest. Zyrex nudged him forward.

“You’ll like this. Trust me,” Zyrex said, his voice casual, as if this wasn’t about to pull them into the strange heart of Mammopolis’ **** ideals.

The hall was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the massive timeline on the left wall. Ryu’s AR activated, projecting glowing text next to each figure as his gaze moved along. The evolution chart started with apes hunched over, progressing through early humans, and, with each step forward, their bodies became increasingly exaggerated. Women's breasts grew to enormous proportions, their hips widening unnaturally. Men's genitalia swelled as the timeline advanced, while their physiques remained otherwise lean and ordinary. The final pair stood as the "Pinnacle of Supremacy": a woman with breasts hanging to her waist and hips so wide they seemed cartoonish, and a man with an oversized bulge that dwarfed the rest of his body.

As Ryu absorbed the strange display, he noticed a young couple nearby. The guy grinned mischievously, mimicking an ape’s gait, thrusting his hips in a playful dry hump against his girlfriend. She shrieked with laughter, swatting him away, their giggles echoing in the quiet room.

Meanwhile, a group of visitors stood a little farther down, pointing at the timeline, discussing it with the kind of seriousness you’d expect in an academic debate. They nodded thoughtfully, as if what they were seeing was a matter of scientific fact, the exaggerated bodies accepted as the natural course of human evolution.

Ryu shook his head, amused and curious. "This is insane," Ryu muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting from the timeline to a holographic display just ahead.

Zyrex barely gave the exhibit a glance. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

The next room opened up into a massive, dome-shaped hall, and Ryu’s eyes widened at the sheer scope of it. At its center stood a larger-than-life sculpture of a naked woman, her breasts and hips far beyond human possibility. Her massive figure towered over the space, casting a shadow across the exhibit floor.

“Wow…” Ryu whispered, his voice trailing off.

“Yeah, that’s Nelli Phoenix, the symbol of genetic perfection,” Zyrex explained. “She’s based on a real historical figure—one of the early pioneers in the bustification process. They say she was naturally that big, though I’m not sure how much of that’s true.”

Surrounding Nelli Phoenix were various interactive exhibits. A group of people gathered around a station that read: "Body Customization Kiosk: Create Your Ideal Form." Holograms projected different body types that visitors could modify in real-time. Some were busy tweaking bust size sliders, while others were adjusting hip-to-waist ratios, experimenting with proportions that would make most surgeons in Ryu's home country faint.

Ryu followed Zyrex into the "Anatomical Evolution" wing, his eyes immediately drawn to the life-sized figures moving inside the dioramas. They weren’t statues or holograms—they were real humans, acting out scenes from their respective time periods, ignoring the visitors. The eerie realism was jarring, yet fascinating.

“Wait, they’re alive?” Ryu asked, staring at the clone of a muscular Nubian mercenary standing by a fire, sharpening his sword. His dark skin gleamed in the artificial light, and the AR text beside him read: "Nubian Mercenary, 13th Century BC."

Zyrex nodded. “You didn't expect some boring animatronics like in some theme park, did you? They’re real people—cloned from the original historical DNA of the respective person they are embodying. Pretty wild, huh?”

Ryu shook his head in disbelief. “So they’re basically actors hired by the museum?”

“Exactly. They get brought back to life, given a role, and that’s their job. They don’t interact with visitors, though.”

Ryu took a step closer to the Nubian clone, watching the fluidity of his movements. The AR screen displayed more details about his life—mercenary work, origins, even his diet. It was surreal. “So, all of this... they’ve pulled DNA from thousands of years ago?”

“Yup, they dig up what they can. Museums love this stuff—brings in the crowds. It’s like getting to walk through history, except, you know... the people in it don’t care you’re watching.”

As they moved on, they reached the next exhibit—a Greek woman from "5th Century BC," delicately pouring water from an urn. Her small breasts and lean, athletic body were on full display, her movements graceful and calm. She ignored the onlookers completely, focused on her ancient routine.

“She’s beautiful,” Ryu muttered, reading the AR notes. “Looks so... normal.”

“That’s what beauty was back then,” Zyrex said, leaning in to get a closer look. “Healthy, athletic, functional. She’s not what you’d call voluptuous, but in ancient Greece, she was probably turning heads.”

Ryu smirked. “She’d be invisible in Mammopolis.”

Zyrex chuckled. “Yeah, well, times change.”

Next, they stopped in front of "Michelangelo’s David—Original Model, 1504," a muscular figure posed heroically, his hands resting on a block of stone. Ryu’s gaze immediately dropped to the small, somewhat unimpressive penis that the AR was tactfully pointing out.

“Wow, so this was the real guy Michelangelo used for David?” Ryu asked, suppressing a grin.

“Yep,” Zyrex nodded, glancing down with an exaggerated squint. “The size back then wasn’t exactly big, huh? You’d think for a statue that famous, he’d have more going on.”

Ryu snorted. “Guess the Renaissance wasn’t about size.”

“Yeah.” Zyrex repeated, smirking. “Poor guy probably didn’t think he’d end up like this, though—naked for eternity in a glass box.”

They continued to the next exhibit: "Giulietta di Mazzola, 16th Century Renaissance," a voluptuous woman lounging in an opulent bedchamber, her breasts large and full. She moved slowly, arranging her gown, casting an air of dominance in her every action. The AR highlighted her historical significance as an early advocate for the superiority of larger breasts.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Zyrex said, pointing to her. “Giulietta was one of the first people to openly talk about the ‘virtues’ of larger breasts. Back then, it was all about fertility and abundance.”

Ryu tilted his head, watching the clone’s confident, relaxed movements. “So she’s like... the original thought leader for the Bustocracy?”

“In a way, yeah,” Zyrex said. “She believed women with bigger breasts were naturally superior—healthier, more fertile, more appealing. And her ideas stuck around, clearly.”

Ryu raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. Wonder what she’d think if she saw Mammopolis now.”

Zyrex grinned. “I think she’d feel vindicated. She was burned at the stake for her belives, you know.”

They reached the next exhibit—"Marie Antoinette, 18th Century France." The queen stood in an ornate, gilded room, adjusting her corset while handmaidens flitted around her. Her movements were graceful, her posture regal, but the AR emphasized her as an early icon of beauty and femininity.

“Marie Antoinette,” Ryu read, smiling. “The Marie Antoinette? They actually got her genetic material?”

Zyrex shrugged. “She was a beauty icon, so she fits. Plus, they got some pretty solid gene material from her—apparently well-preserved. They cloned her to show off how beauty standards were evolving. She had the power, influence, and all that.”

Ryu leaned closer, watching the queen’s clone carefully. “She doesn’t seem like she belongs in the same room as the rest of them.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” Zyrex said, smirking. “Different times, different ideals. But even she was a stepping stone toward where we ended up.”

Finally, they arrived at the centerpiece of the room - a diorama of "Valeria Adoris, Late 19th Century." The clone of Valeria sat elegantly at a vanity, brushing her hair in long, slow strokes. Her breasts were enormous, her waist cinched impossibly tight in a corset. She was the embodiment of everything Mammopolis would come to idolize. The AR blazed with her title: "Valeria Adoris—Mother of Mammopolian Culture."

Ryu blinked. “This is the lady from the Lobby?”

Zyrex nodded, his tone more serious. “Yep. She’s the reason this whole city exists the way it does. The ideals? The Bustocracy? They all trace back to her.”

Ryu stared, mesmerized by the serene, almost regal way Valeria moved. Her body, impossibly exaggerated, was at once majestic and grotesque, the pinnacle of the ideals Mammopolis had adopted.

“She’s... something,” Ryu muttered, still taking in the size of her figure.

“She was a game changer,” Zyrex said. “The first to push the idea that physical form meant everything. She was all natural— probably one of the earliest cases of macromastia ever documented. After her, the whole concept of bigger being better took off, and here we are.”

Ryu stood for a moment, lost in thought as he watched Valeria’s clone continue brushing her hair, oblivious to the visitors.

Zyrex clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. Plenty more to see. You’re just scratching the surface.”

Ryu and Zyrex stepped through the archway into the next room, a shift in ambiance hitting them immediately. The lighting was dimmer, softer, almost reverent. The walls were lined with more glass cases, but this time, the dioramas had a distinctly modern feel. The figures within were no longer from ancient history—they were icons of the 20th century, each one known for their **** physical attributes.

Ryu glanced at the first exhibit and immediately recognized the woman inside. She was standing under the spotlight of a faux film set, adjusting her top in front of a mirror, her chest nearly spilling out of her low-cut dress. The AR display confirmed his suspicion: "Jayne Mansfield, Actress and Sex Symbol—1950s."

“Jayne Mansfield,” Ryu muttered, staring at her infamous hourglass figure. “She was, like, the original Hollywood bombshell, right?”

Zyrex grinned. “One of the originals, yeah. People couldn’t get enough of her tits. And look—this is her in her prime. Like it or not, she helped set the stage for what came later.”

Ryu couldn’t deny it—the woman had a presence. Even as a clone, her raw sexuality and magnetic allure were undeniable. “She’s got that whole larger-than-life thing going on,” he said, nodding appreciatively.

Zyrex chuckled. “She was all about pushing boundaries. She’s iconic.”

They moved on, stopping at the next case. Inside was another familiar face, her bright platinum blonde hair instantly recognizable. She was posed on a bed, a sultry smile on her face, her famous curves on full display. The AR flickered to life: "Anna Nicole Smith, Model and Actress—1990s."

“Anna Nicole Smith,” Ryu read aloud, shaking his head in disbelief. “Wow, they cloned her too?”

“Of course they did,” Zyrex replied. “She was like a living legend in the '90s. Huge breasts, wild personality—she was all over the media. A total icon of excess. If you think about it, she fits right in with the whole Mammopolis vibe.”

Ryu smirked. “Yeah, I can see that. She’s practically the embodiment of over-the-top.”

Ryu and Zyrex continued moving through the room, passing more exhibits, each clone posed in a scene that felt eerily familiar but distant, like watching old footage brought to life.

They paused at a clone posed under a dazzling spotlight. Her voluminous blonde hair and larger-than-life personality were unmistakable. The AR flickered: "Dolly Parton, Country Music Legend—Known for her Curvaceous Figure."

“Dolly Parton, huh?” Ryu said, smiling. “I didn’t expect her in here.”

Zyrex nodded. “Why? She’s more than just a voice, man. She helped make the curvy look mainstream.”

They walked by the next exhibit: "Chesty Morgan, 1970s Burlesque Performer." The clone was posed dramatically, her immense chest dominating the scene.

“Now that’s a name that doesn't ring a bell,” Ryu said, blinking at the sheer size of her.

Zyrex smirked. “She was basically a myth in her time. The bust size speaks for itself.”

As they continued walking, they reached a more provocative display. This time, it was a man standing front and center, his hands on his hips, his figure muscular but not overly defined. The focus, clearly, was on the other half of his body. The AR buzzed: "John Holmes, Adult Film Star—1970s, Famous for his Exceptional Size."

“John Holmes, huh?” Ryu said with a grin, looking at the display. “I’ve heard about him.”

“Who hasn’t?” Zyrex replied, glancing over at the clone. “They called him ‘The King’ back in the day—biggest star in porn, literally. His size is legendary. Mammopolis loves a good size story, and this guy practically wrote the book.”

Ryu chuckled, reading more from the AR. “Thirteen inches? No way that's accurate.”

Zyrex shrugged. “Maybe not. Back then, that kind of thing turned him into a legend. He didn’t have the looks, but it didn’t matter. Size was everything.”

They moved past Holmes to another exhibit, where a woman reclined in a luxurious faux lounge, her body covered in a sheer robe. She was laughing, her ample breasts shifting as she posed for an invisible camera. The AR highlighted her name: "Lolo Ferrari, Model and Performer—1990s, Known for Her **** Breast Augmentation."

Ryu whistled. “Lolo Ferrari. I remember hearing about her.”

Zyrex grinned. “Yeah, she was something else. She had the world’s largest implants at one point. It was ****, even by today’s standards.”

Ryu shook his head, staring at her almost cartoonish figure. “She must’ve lived in pain.”

“Probably,” Zyrex agreed. “But people were obsessed with her. She pushed the limits in a way that no one else had. She died for her convictions and made history.”

They moved past "Linsey Dawn McKenzie," her youthful clone posed in a bikini, showcasing the naturally large breasts that made her a British sensation in the 1990s.

"Leanne Crow, Internet Glamour Model," was next, posed with her hands on her hips, her large, natural breasts celebrated by the AR for their appeal to niche internet subcultures.

Ryu then stopped at "Merilyn Sakova" and "Chloe Vevrier," both icons of the glamour and adult world in the early 2000s. The AR marked them for their naturally large busts, their poses sultry and inviting, yet disconnected from the present.

“Lot of big names in here,” Ryu commented, trying to take it all in. Pamela Anderson, posed on a lifeguard tower in her iconic red swimsuit from Baywatch.

“Pamela Anderson,” Ryu said, unable to hide his amusement. “They even cloned her?”

Zyrex nodded. “She was a huge deal in the 1990s. ‘Baywatch’ made her a global icon. She was basically the walking embodiment of the bombshell ideal back then.”

Ryu smiled, still absorbing everything. “Mammopolians really have a thing for extremes, huh?”

“You’re catching on,” Zyrex said with a wink.

They rounded the corner and were met with the last exhibit in the room—a towering, muscular man standing confidently in front of a locker room set. His smile was broad, his entire frame imposing, but once again, the AR display pointed out the key detail: "Mandingo, Adult Film Star—2000s, Known for his Extraordinary Size."

Ryu let out a low whistle. “Mandingo. Now that is a name I know.”

Zyrex chuckled. “Of course you do. The guy’s a legend. Not many men reach that level of fame, especially for one... particular attribute.”

Ryu stared at the clone, still processing the sheer spectacle of the room. It was like walking through a timeline of humanity’s obsession with size and sexual appeal. “I mean, I knew the city was ****, but this... this is something else.”

Zyrex grinned. “Welcome to Mammopolis. Where bigger is always better, and history never forgets the people who pushed the limits.”

A smooth voice from behind broke their focus. “Are you boys enjoying the exhibit?”

Ryu turned and found himself face-to-face with a tall woman approaching them. She moved with an easy confidence, her high heels clicking softly on the museum’s polished floor. Her black skirt swayed just enough to reveal the faint glimpse of garter belt clips at the tops of her stockings with each step. The woman’s attire was formal, though the tightness of her blouse—strained to its limits by the sheer size of her chest—seemed almost at odds with the professional look. As she came closer, the white lab coat she wore over her outfit fluttered slightly, her name tag catching the light: Dr. Clarissa Vox, Senior Anthropologist.

“I’m Dr. Vox, the curator of this exhibit,” she said in a warm, casual tone, giving them a small smile. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

Zyrex, as usual, didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, how long did it take for the Bustocracy to develop? You know, from a genetic standpoint?”

A flicker of excitement crossed Dr. Vox’s eyes. “That’s an excellent question,” she began, her voice slipping easily into a more animated, intellectual rhythm. “The rise of the Bustocracy is the result of a fascinating combination of cultural, biological, and technological factors. Early selective breeding played a major role, but it wasn’t until the widespread use of hormonal augmentation and enhancement technology that we saw the dramatic changes you’re familiar with today. The process itself took just a few centuries.”

As she explained, her demeanor remained casual but confident, as if she had delivered this lecture a hundred times but still found joy in the subject. Ryu noticed the way her blouse groaned under the tension each time she shifted slightly, the seams audibly protesting. Through the stretched fabric, the faint outline of a white lace bra was visible, only adding to the curious contrast between her academic professionalism and her undeniable physical presence.

Ryu, though captivated by her explanation, felt his attention drawn momentarily to an interactive display nearby labeled "Anatomical Contributions to Society." He wandered over and tapped the screen, which immediately projected a hologram of a woman with proportions so exaggerated they seemed almost comedic. The holographic figure began explaining the relationship between breast size and political power in Mammopolis.

Zyrex came up behind him, chuckling. “See? The bigger you are, the higher you climb. Some of the top political figures in this city are practically walking tits.”

Ryu couldn’t help but laugh as he glanced back at Dr. Vox, who observed them with a knowing, almost amused smile. “Yes, it can seem **** at first,” she said, her voice betraying no judgment. “But in Mammopolis, anatomy is status. The larger the figure, the more symbolic power one wields. It’s deeply embedded in our society’s fabric.”

As Ryu tried to reconcile the mix of academic discussion and the surreal nature of the exhibits, a sudden commotion broke out near the center of the room. A group of men had gathered around a display of live AR feeds showing holograms of current Mammopolian celebrities. Each hologram displayed a series of stats—bust size, waist measurements, and even sexual engagement metrics—floating above their heads. One man, clearly lost in the visual spectacle, had his pants undone and was openly pleasuring himself as he stared at the image of a famous Bustocrat.

“That’s... normal?” Ryu asked, his voice wavering between surprise and confusion.

Zyrex shrugged, barely phased. “Yeah, this is where people come to pay tribute. Or, you know, get off on the visuals.”

Dr. Vox didn’t even flinch. She glanced briefly at the man before returning her focus to the boys, her tone unchanging. “Tributes like that are quite common, yes. It’s simply part of how we express admiration and, in some cases, reverence for those in power. In Mammopolis, anatomy and influence are inseparable.”

Her voice carried an air of authority, but it wasn’t cold or distant. She spoke like a guide eager to pass down knowledge to the next generation, and Ryu found himself admiring the ease with which she navigated such a strange mix of education and eroticism. As she turned slightly to face them, the creaking of her blouse once again caught Ryu’s attention.

“You seem particularly curious,” the Doctor said, her tone shifting to something more personal. “I'll take it, you aren't from around here. That’s refreshing.”

Ryu, caught off guard, managed a small smile. “Yeah, I’m just trying to make sense of it all.”

“That’s good,” Dr. Vox replied, her smile growing warmer. “Curiosity is the foundation of understanding. I’d be happy to give you both a more in-depth tour. There’s so much more to Mammopolis than what you’ve seen here.”

Zyrex shot Ryu a knowing grin. “Looks like you’ve got the doctor’s attention.”