Passed from one bosom to another.

Pascal was very ashamed that, in this apparently hypersexualized world, he was eschewing horny shenanigans for having yet another executive dysfunction crisis. Or maybe that was his dick talking.

When the skycar began to descend back down to Gaia, Pascal automatically began to pull back and climb out of Hephzia's ocean of gray cleavage, assuming that the ride and comfort were over. But she placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him back into her lap. "You don't have to leave just yet, human. Remember what I said? Here, lift your feet, I'll show you."

Pascal did so, leaving the floor of the car and trusting his weight entirely to her. She reached down and pressed a hand against the belt of her suit (Pascal finally noticed that while her top had disappeared, her pants were still intact). Just as it had disappeared before, the material of her suit slid back into existence, climbing up over her shoulders and spreading to her arms and bust. Except instead of closing completely over her tits as it had before (and closing over Pascal's head), the futuristic fiber avoided him and constructed a vast, plunging neckline around him while closing in around the sides, bottom, and front of Hephzia's massive breasts. Again, about ten seconds from start to finish, and suddenly Hephzia was decent again, though dressed much more provocatively, and carrying a human in her chest.

"There we go," she practically purred, and stood up as the skycar initiated landing procedures. Pascal slid down, and his feet bumped against the fabric containing her breasts, which... held him up rather firmly. The tension reminded him of a trampoline, almost, but the material was much softer. And with it enclosing and squeezing her jiggling bust, it was like being safely encased in warm gelatin.

"Holy–..." Pascal breathed, his amazement rising high enough to briefly overshadow his panic and shame.

As the door across from them opened up vertically, Hephzia smiled proudly at his reaction. "Never been carried in a woman's breasts before? What a shame. I'll be happy to do this for you any time you like." And with that, she and Shelly disembarked from the skycar, ducking slightly through the door and out of the compressed space field.

Pascal had to blink and squint as regular sunlight hit his face again. They had landed upon a helipad next to... a completely modern-looking mansion, in a modern-looking neighborhood. A far cry from the thatch roofs and cobblestone roads they'd left just a few minutes ago. Here there were concrete roads and 21st-century houses. Out on the street, past the vast yard and fence of the estate, there were normal-looking SUVs driving on the road. The only anomaly about the cars was that they didn't seem to have exhaust fumes - maybe they were electric cars?

He looked up to see where the giant futuristic tower was in relation to this place, and he almost yelped when he saw that the azure space elevator was almost right above them. They were probably only a mile away from the anchor point now, and the way it spread out like an inverted cone (residential floors, maybe?) put them almost in its shadow from countless miles up. It was a surreal sight.

Almost as surreal as being literally carried by an alien woman's bust.

Without much fanfare, Hephzia - with Shelly at her side as a bodyguard - descended down the helipad steps and walked towards the side entrance to the mayoral estate, jiggling all the way.

The glass double doors of the side entrance opened up automatically as they approached, and another person stood waiting for them. She was slim and curvy - though perhaps the smallest-busted being he'd seen thus far - entirely white, nude and unnaturally smooth, with eyes like camera lenses, and lines on her body separating the plates of her robotic form. She held a tablet computer in the crook of her arm and smiled politely. "Welcome, Gai-Galactic Liaison. Thank you for bringing the human to us," the robotic woman said in a beautifully layered artificial voice. "Mayor Scarlet is ready to meet him immediately. However, protocols from the Gaian Accords demand that this must be a private meeting with no other representatives involved to maintain neutrality. I request that you release the human from between your titties."

Pascal had to stifle a sudden burst of laughter at that. This situation was somehow serious and absurd at the same time.

Hephzia pursed her lips in thought. "Normally, I'd accept the wisdom of the Accords and leave it at that. However... the human is in a bit of shock from his sudden arrival. If he must leave my side, I must request in return that you give him the same care and comfort."

A quick glance at the robot woman's bust made that seem impossible - they were barely head-sized. But her silicon lips smiled cordially and her camera-lens eyes clicked shut in a happy blink of acknowledgement. "Parameters acceptable. Please hold."

There was a faint whirring sound, and Pascal watched in awe as the robotic woman's bare breasts swelled outward before his eyes, packing on more and more titty-mass out of nothing. The front of her breasts went from doll-smooth to sporting fat rubbery nipples as her artificial body adjusted on the fly. They somehow remained perky but realistically jiggly as they grew, only looking a little artificial and plastic despite their origin. In a matter of seconds, the robot was wielding a giant pair of white, wobbling breasts to match Hephzia's.

The alien diplomat smiled and ran a hand through Pascal's hair. "Mr. Pascal, this is a Sexually Qualified Ultimate Interaction and Support Helper unit." At the human's bewildered look, she chuckled and added, "Yes, you can call her SQUISH. These SQUISH bots are a private hivemind-style network that support the Mayor and help with her duties. She's very intelligent and quite literally lives to serve, and you can trust her to take care of you in any and every way. Is that alright?"

Truthfully, Pascal felt like this raised a million more questions, but they all tumbled into each other trying to get out of his mouth, so he just nodded.

Hephzia stepped forward and pressed her bust against the robot's, their immense breasts pancaking together. The alien let out a little whimper of pleasure, but collected herself and gestured to Pascal to move over.

With a gulp of trepidation, fully aware of how **** this situation was that he was climbing from one woman's giant, body-obscuring bust to another, Pascal started to climb through. It was deeply strange, pulling himself from one handful of tit to another, until he reached the edge of Hephzia's bustline. The fabric automatically peeled away to let him out through the front, and he plunged himself into the SQUISH robot's cleavage. The robot wasn't wearing any clothing, but as he trusted his weight to them, they firmed up around him, capturing his lower body and suspending him off the ground, pressing tightly around him without any use of her hands. A bit of adjusting, and he was back to being buried up to his shoulders in protective boob.

"Is this comfort satisfactory?" SQUISH asked in her multi-layered robotic voice. "Do you want this unit to be bigger?"

Already feeling like he was constantly getting away with a criminal amount of jackpots, Pascal nervously shook his head. "N-No, that's fine..."

Hephzia gave the robot a short little bow. "I'll let you take it away from here, SQUISH. Pascal, if you need anything else once this is done, I've requested that the Mayor provide you with a way to call me. Shelly too, if you want a different kind of protective comfort."

Pascal looked back at her. He was still deeply, utterly confused as to what was even going on, but he couldn't deny that she'd been understanding and considerate through the worst of his mood swings. "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome," she replied with a genuine smile. "Best of luck to you, human." Then Hephzia and Shelly turned back toward the helipad and their skycar, while SQUISH turned towards the hallway, and the glass double doors closed between them.

Once the doors were closed, the mansion was very quiet. As the robot carried him through the halls, the only people that Pascal saw were... other SQUISH units, identical to how she'd first appeared. Some were carrying boxes or papers, some were examining data on their tablets. They didn't really acknowledge each other as they passed by, just automatically walking in straight lanes to avoid collisions. It was a tad spooky.

The trip lasted more than a minute, and Pascal felt compelled to make small talk with the girl carrying him in her tits. "So... are you one intelligence with multiple bodies, or...?"

"Correct!" SQUISH replied almost happily, smiling cutely. "Not many people guess that on the first try. My intelligence is housed in a temperature-controlled server room in the basement, but my system can operate up to 50 bodies simultaneously with full interaction simulation, and up to 1,000 with limited variation. In the Mayor's service, on an average day I employ a dozen bodies to handle the work of running Nestledeep, and I pull more out of storage if, for example, a Planetary Representative or a Gaian Queen come to visit."

Pascal blushed as his brain got caught on the idea of 50 busty SQUISH units all surrounding him with giant tits. His panic was fading and some of his libido was returning, it seemed.

SQUISH abruptly turned towards a pair of ornate wooden double doors and bumped them open with her bust. The room inside was a massive meeting/planning room with tall windows looking out into a central garden. The centerpiece of the room was a vast table with a scale model of what seemed to be the city itself and its surroundings, complete with a scale model of the futuristic tower sticking up from the center and reaching up to the ceiling.

"This is where Mayor Scarlet will meet you shortly," SQUISH declared. "Would you like this unit to remain here and comfort you, or would you like to be left alone until then?"

Pascal was tempted to keep the robot around, but in truth a little bit of privacy sounded nice, just to allow himself to breathe without the pressure of keeping a straight face around these mega-busty, exotic women. "I... I think I'd like... the latter."

"Very well." The firmness of the robot's breasts suddenly gave way to a smooth softness, and Pascal slowly slid out from between them onto the carpet of the room, just barely managing not to tumble onto his ass. The SQUISH unit's breasts shrunk back down to about half their size, though not all the way back to factory default, and she bowed politely. "Enjoy your stay, human. Mayor Scarlet will be here to answer your questions in a few minutes. I will arrange for refreshments to be delivered here as well." And with that, she turned on a dime and left the meeting room, the ornate double doors closing behind her with an almost dramatic thud.

Pascal took a deep, deep breath and looked towards the table with the scale model. Due to his confusion and panic, he hadn't really taken the opportunity to look down on the city from above in the skycar, so he studied the scale model carefully. The city of Nestledeep was a huge sprawl, covering a lot of land, probably host to a population in the six figures.

The most striking thing about the buildings was that they covered a spectrum of architecture depending on how close they were to the tower/space-elevator thing in the center. The closest buildings were futuristic, then there was a ring of modern 21st-century districts, and then everything outside was more fantasy/medieval. As though the tower was radiating an aura of technological advancement. Pascal remembered how the fantasy women back in the market street had been hostile to the aliens' presence. Was the mish-mash of technological eras because the native women of this world were resistant and **** to adopt? Were the modern-looking neighborhoods meant to be a sort of middle ground between the past and future? Pascal couldn't help but be deeply fascinated by all this.

The scale model didn't include too much beyond the city limits, but there was enough to get a sense of the surrounding geography. The city was bordered on the west by a body of water, with ports and docks lined along the coast. Pascal reasoned this must have been a major trading post before the aliens descended. To the east, the land opened up to vast plains and farmland and winding roads. And to the north and south were tall hills and mountains, framing the valley. The city of Nestledeep had been established right between them.

A realization. Pascal facepalmed and chuckled breathlessly. "Nestledeep... 'Nestled deep' between two 'mountains'... Fuck."

The double doors behind him opened in the middle of his sentence. "The occasional terrible pun comes with the territory, Pascal Zenovich," a smooth woman's voice called out to him.

The human turned around and beheld what could only be 'Mayor' Scarlet.