Ryu's visit to Mammopolis

Ryu stepped off the plane and into the terminal, his senses immediately assaulted by the strange and exhilarating atmosphere of Mammopolis. He had seen glimpses of the city through media, heard stories from his friend Zyrex, but nothing had truly prepared him for the reality. The air itself felt charged, alive with sounds and sights that hinted at the city’s unique and infamous reputation.

As he walked through the arrivals area, suitcase in hand, the noise hit him first—subtle at first, but soon impossible to ignore. There was the usual buzz of conversations and footsteps, but beneath it, Ryu picked up on something different. In the distance, he could hear faint, rhythmic moans—almost too quiet to catch at first, but unmistakably there. Interspersed with it, soft mechanical whirrs and beeps, like the hum of machines working in the background, gave the impression of something beyond a normal airport. It was as though the city’s pulse was intertwined with something more primal, more sexual.

Ryu paused, his curiosity momentarily pulling him to a halt as the massive digital billboard overhead flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the terminal. His eyes were drawn to the ad like a moth to a flame. It was for Tanaka Foods & Dairy Corporation, proudly showcasing their most infamous product: human dairy.

The ad zoomed in on some women with vacant expressions, strapped into milking machines, their pendulous breasts bloated and swollen to inhumane sizes, resembled enormous fleshy sacks attached to their bodies. They were grotesque in their extremity. The skin, stretched tight, sagged under the impossible weight, bulging veins meandering towards the nipples, while the sterile automated machines worked tirelessly to extract their milk. The voiceover purred seductively, “Tanaka Dairy—The nectar of the goddesses.”

Ryu stared, his mouth slightly open. “This place is… a lot,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

Nearby, another screen displayed a lingerie commercial. The model was not as exaggerated as those in the dairy ad, but her figure was accentuated in all the right ways, the lacy fabric leaving little to the imagination. The commercial’s tagline echoed through the terminal: “Chloe's Dream - Lingerie for Every Body.”

As Ryu walked further, he caught snippets of a political ad playing on a nearby speaker, advocating for body modification subsidies. The voice was calm, authoritative: “Your chance to enhance. Vote List 69 - Because you deserve to be beautiful.”

The mix of media and messages was overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Ryu felt a rush of excitement. This was everything he had imagined Mammopolis to be—a city that embraced its excesses and flaunted them for all to see.

“This place is… a lot,” he muttered under his breath, half to himself, as he approached the arrivals gate.

Zyrex, leaning casually against a railing, spotted him and pushed off with an easy grin. His spiked blue hair gleamed in the glow of the digital screens as he walked over, his jacket glinting under the neon lights. He was a stark contrast to Ryu’s understated look, but it was exactly how Ryu had imagined Zyrex would fit into this city.

Ryu and Zyrex had met during a university exchange program, back when Zyrex had spent a year in Ryu’s home country. What began as a casual friendship quickly deepened as they bonded over late-night study sessions, contrasting their vastly different cultures and cracking jokes about each other’s worlds. Ryu had shown Zyrex the quieter, simpler side of life, far removed from the chaos and extremes of Mammopolis. They had stayed in touch over the years, their friendship surviving the distance, and now, it was Ryu’s turn to experience Zyrex’s city firsthand—Mammopolis, the infamous metropolis of excess.

“Ryu!” Zyrex called, pulling his friend into a quick, firm hug. “You made it! Welcome to Mammopolis, man.”

Ryu smiled, still a little shell-shocked by his surroundings. “Yeah, I’m finally here. This place is something else…”

Zyrex chuckled, catching Ryu’s glance toward the billboard. “Oh, you’ve barely scratched the surface. Trust me, you’re in for one hell of a ride.”

Ryu nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead. The city was everything he’d heard about—bold, vibrant, unapologetically sexual—and he could already feel the curiosity and wonder building inside him.

“It already feels like another world,” Ryu murmured, his eyes scanning the crowd. Not everyone matched the exaggerated figures from the ads, but some women sported obvious bolt-ons, sitting stiffly on their chests. They strutted with a showiness that felt tacky, almost ****. Then, he noticed a flight attendant. Her blue pencil skirt and matching heels were striking, but it was her chest—massive and naturally bouncing with every step—that stood out. Unlike the others, she moved with effortless grace, drawing eyes without trying. Zyrex nudged him, grinning. “You’re lucky, man. First hour here, and you’ve spotted a real Bustocrat - that's like waking into a real Geisha in Kyoto.”

As the flight attendant’s swaying figure disappeared from view, Zyrex slung a casual arm around Ryu’s shoulders, guiding him toward the exit with a grin. “You’ve gotta be starving by now. Let’s hit *Bust&Bite*. Best fast food in the city—and trust me, it’s nothing like anything back home.”

Ryu shot him a curious glance, the name alone sparking his imagination. “Bust&Bite? What is it, like… Hooters on steroids?”

Zyrex laughed, shaking his head. “Hooters couldn’t even dream of it, man. This place? It’s on a whole other level. You’ll get it when you see it.” His grin widened as he gave Ryu a playful nudge. “You’re in Mammopolis now—everything here is... bigger.”