Marshmallow Hell

"Yo, you okay?" the familiar -- and annoying -- voice asked. "You just ate total shit."

Mars's eyes flickered open. As her vision returned she was greeted by the sight of Reese standing over her -- or rather, Reese's twin moons were filling the sky above, completely obscuring the handler's face. "Reese."

"What's up?"

"Fuck you."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very surly?"

"And lived?"

Reese snorted. "Here. Get up before you become even more a Jhonen Vasquez cliche." She offered her hand, and Mars took it, standing as Reese pulled her up.

Just as Mars was starting feel like maybe she'd retained a little bit of dignity she lost her footing and fell forward, face-planting into Reese's chest. The handler's titanic mounds enveloped her head; it was like diving face-first into a giant pillow made of smaller pillows. "Ope!" Reese squeaked, giggling madly as Mars sank deeper between her gargantuan jugs. "Emergency landing!"

It took a second to realize what had just happened. With a heavy, **** swallow Mars angled her head up, avoiding suffocation in Reese's bosom, and looked up at her newfound compatriot. Reese was grinning smugly.

"Comfy, no?"

A thick band of sakura blossom pink stretched its way across Mars's cheeks. She screwed up her face, huffed, and grumbled, "We will never talk about this again." She wrenched her head from Reese's bosom and backed away. "Where are we, anyway?" She crossed her arms over her own generous chest.

It was only now that Mars actually saw where she'd landed. Everywhere was green: the grass beneath her feet, the leaves that swallowed the sky, the tangling vines stretching over the trees that filled her vision no matter which direction she looked... they were in the middle of a massive, massive forest, with no end in sight.

Reese was holding a small device not dissimilar to a smartphone. "Okay, so it looks like the BIT is this way," she said, walking in the direction of her phone.

"BIT?" Mars asked, stumbling after her.

"It's what we call the parts of the TIG that have shaken loose and manifested in the physical world."

"O...kay..."

"They cause all sorts of weird shit, and it's our job to recover them."

"Wait, so that's my grand mission? A glorified fetch quest?"

"I mean, there'll be epic adventures and stuff," Reese said, hopping over a fallen vine, "but yeah, mostly fetch quest stuff."

"Great."

"Aww, don't look sad!" Reese chirped. "Were you hoping you'd get to, like, fight aliens or something?"

"I mean, kinda?" Mars huffed and kicked a rock. "But whatever. Let's do this and go home."

"Well..."

"What?"

"Nothing." Reese cleared her throat. "Looks like the BIT is in the center of the forest."

"Oh, well that should -- what the fuck?" Mars instinctively cupped her breasts. They felt... weird again, strangely... tight.

"Are you experiencing pressure in your chest?"

"...yeah, actually."

"Good!" Reese giggled. "That means we're getting close."

"What the fuck...?"

They ventured past the tree line, into the forest.