Not the way she expects, but maybe the way he needs.

(WARNING: This chapter contains some discussion of mental health issues and isn't particularly smutty, unless you count moral encouragement and comfort with giant tits. The Book favors the unfortunate, after all...)

"So, Mr. Pascal," Hephzia segued, leaning forward ever so slightly, her gigantic breasts nearly bumping Pascal's knees from across the skycar's interior, her tone precision-engineered to be almost seductive with plausible deniability. "Is there anything this humble Liaison can do for you? Anything at all?"

Pascal's recovering mind raced through all the information, all the possibilities that had opened up to him just now. What would I even ask for, besides the obvious? Is there really an entire galaxy full of federated alien societies up there? Are all of them mega-titted all-female races obsessed with titfucking? If they seriously call themselves the Paizurian Federation, maybe... But isn't that kind of absurd? What kind of world is this? How did it develop? There's gotta be more here than meets the eye? Is this all some kind of trick, all geared to perfectly manipulate me into... something? More importantly, how did I GET here?! Is there any way home? Am I just stuck here, relying on the generosity of all these strangers? What do they REALLY want from me? If they don't get it, am I just going to be kicked to the curb? What if I offend them? What if–

There was an abrupt beeping sound from the front of the skycar that Pascal barely noticed. The muscular, armored turtle woman, Shelly, took notice of an alert on her dashboard, then turned and leaned back over the divide. "Human's heartrate is climbing, and not in a good way. With all due respect, Liaison - what the fuck are you doing to him back there?"

Hephzia looked bewildered and a little offended. "Nothing! I–" Shock and understanding dawned on her face. After a moment to process it, she nodded with a determined expression. She reached over her bust and pressed down on one of the buttons of her futuristic suit. "Pascal. Look at me."

Pascal didn't even realize his gaze had dropped toward the floor, but he glanced upward to see the tall alien's suit shimmer and recede away from her gray bust. Each tiny hexagon on the pattern of the futuristic fabric pulled and shrank away from the center, creating an effect where Hephzia's suit top automatically disassembled itself. As more and more sections of the fabric peeled away, the alien woman's gigantic gray bust surged out further, clearly having been held back by the suit from sharing even more of its mass. Darker gray nipples the size of Pascal's head emerged, half-erect and dripping with alien milk. Her breasts sagged a little more as they lost their support, just enough to settle on the floor of the sky-limo between them, surging so large that, from where Pascal was sitting, he couldn't see anything else of Hephzia but her face and shoulders. The whole process took ten seconds or so, rendering the wizened gray alien topless and smothering half of the back of the skycar's interior with her enormous walls of titty.

It was enough to shock Pascal out of his thoughts, at the very least.

Hephzia reached out over her bust. She couldn't hope to reach further than her breasts, but it was more of a gesture with both arms splayed out, like she wanted a hug. "Come here, Pascal. Ensconce yourself in my chest. Let me soothe your worries. Please."

Some small part of Pascal's still panicking brain wondered if this was some kind of a trick or trap, but the rest of him obeyed automatically, leaning forward off his seat and immediately coming into contact with the alien's ridiculously huge boobs. Despite Hephzia's older, wizened appearance, her breasts were still amazingly smooth and supple, with not a wrinkle nor exposed vein to be found. And the further he dug between them, burying himself up to the shoulders in them, the more his senses were smothered in feminine pheromones - an almost floral scent that was still unmistakably titty. It tugged on his body and his lust, drawing him in like a moth to a bulb until he was across the skycar, climbing into Hephzia's lap and resting his head under her chin while she ran a leathery four-fingered hand through his hair. She was so tall and enormous that, despite being a heavyset 30-year-old adult man, he felt like a scared little boy in comparison.

At the front of the skycar, the driver Shelly sighed and tapped a few buttons on her dashboard. The dividing wall between the pilot seats and the back pulled away, letting her step through while the car drove itself on autopilot. She pulled up her left wrist and tapped away on some buttons on her hi-tech armored suit. "Human," she grumbled in her rough voice, "can we have your verbal consent to do a quick medical scan? The results won't leave this car unless you allow it."

Caught between his panicking brain and Hephzia's soothing hyper-tits and pheromones, Pascal's will was frozen. But he managed a quiet nod... and then remembered that she'd asked for verbal consent, and stammered, "Y-Yes, that's okay..."

A few beams of blue light emitted from Shelly's gauntlet and scanned over his body - at least the part of it that was above the ocean of Hephzia's gray tits. They only lasted a few seconds before shutting off, and a holographic screen with a long, detailed readout in tiny font appeared above Shelly's wrist. She looked through it for a few moments, her eyes widened, and then she grunted, "Aw, shit."

"Report," Hephzia ordered, her motherly demeanor giving away to a seasoned commander.

"Childhood trauma, high-functioning autism, complex PTSD, social anxiety, agoraphobia, chronic fatigue, depression... His inner child's freaking out because he's worried that one of us is gonna explode on him like Mom or Dad did, and he doesn't know how to navigate us. So he's telling himself a hundred stories a minute about how this'll all end in disaster, like it's done before."

Pascal's heart froze at having his mental health issues plucked out of him and displayed for all to see. How the fuck did they get all that from a four-second scan?!

Hephzia just kept petting his hair. Shelly lowered her wrist and looked directly at Pascal, her harsh gaze... softened a little bit. "Lemme guess, you haven't been able to hold down a steady job for more than a year or so at a time, right?"

Deeply ashamed and embarrassed, all Pascal could do was slowly nod. He suddenly felt like he was in school, in trouble and heading to the principal's office. Though the soft, warm, heavy embrace of Hephzia's giant breasts helped mollify that feeling somewhat... Really, his body didn't know what to feel right now.

Shelly knelt down beside her superior's breasts. Pascal turned to look at her. "Listen to me, human. Er, Pascal. I know I probably look like a vat-grown mil-spec hardass, and that's because I am," she said with a momentary grin, and then got serious again. "But as far as I'm concerned, you're fighting the hardest fight of your life every day, and I respect that, okay? I know that to others it might look like you're just being a lazy do-nothing, but I've seen the brain activity readout. You're fighting this shit with everything you got, just to have a little hope that you'll be a little better tomorrow, and that doesn't leave a whole lot of energy for much else. So I promise you, I'm never gonna think less of you when you have a panic attack, okay? And if anyone gives you trouble, I'll personally smear them against the wall, got it?" The turtle woman gave him an encouraging grin with her wide mouth full of giant teeth.

It was taking everything Pascal had not to tear up at the moment, so he just nodded quickly and mumbled, "Okay."

Hephzia pulled Pascal back a little bit, then put her hands on his cheeks and leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead with her thin lips. Smiling down at him, she said, "You are precious and important to us, Pascal. I confess, I had a whole calculated plan to charm you onto our side. But I tossed aside all of that the moment you were in distress. And I assure you that every other citizen of the Federation will treat you just the same, with care and respect. They may not know you personally yet, Pascal, but they will all love you. I believe that of the beings of this planet, Gaia, as well."

Pascal took a deep, shuddering breath and collected himself as much as he could. "Sorry. I just... I have silent panic attacks sometimes..."

"You don't need to apologize," Hephzia reassured him.

"I just... don't know how I got here, or what to do..."

Hephzia nodded and looked to Shelly. "I think we'll have to abort the scenic route. Reset the chronodile and take us to Mayor Scarlet's estate posthaste. I believe she can best help him through this situation."

Shelly got up off her knees and saluted, her large, scaly breasts briefly bouncing in the cleavage window of her armored suit. "Acknowledged." She stomped back to the pilot's seat and pressed a few beeping buttons. The car lurched a little bit as it rejoined the normal time-stream and accelerated.

"Until we get there," Hephzia said to Pascal, petting his hair again, "you can stay in my cleavage as long as you like, alright? I can even carry you around like this for a little bit, until you feel ready to get back on your feet."

Pascal was too deep into a panic to really get aroused right now, but damned if that idea didn't try to get him hard. "Th-Thank you."

"Anytime, dear."