Investigating the TIT.

(Author's comment: This is going to be one of the weirder chapters/branches with loads of sexy body parts where they don't belong, so read at your own risk).

"Hi fans, this is ya boi Brandon, right on the roof of the TIT, about to do some investigative journalism." The picture is shaky, the audio sub-par, and the face filling the screen does not exactly scream 'reporter'. More 'jock that peaked in high school and is now mooching of his room mate', down to the smug expression. "As y'all know, my buddy Amado worked here until they kicked him out due to some bullshit. Maybe you even watched that pornsite stream where that purple chick grew a cock - looked totally fake, by the way - and they had all these freaky animals. Complete bullshit, as if that perverted shit was real. Amado didn't wanna talk about what really happened because of his MDA of whatever, but it's obvious that they've let him go because he found out something he wasn't supposed to know. Why else take a role in that porn shoot? So we're gonna get in there and find out what they're really up to."

The camera moves to show the industrial AC, aluminum pipes, and other oddities expected on the roof of commercial buildings, as well as the entrance to the staircase into the building proper.

"Y'all see that door? Imma go and pick that lock and then you'll see what these eggheads are doing here."

"I haven't found shit yet." The hallways inside the building are dark, only emergency lighting illuminating the surroundings. Brandon sounds a bit annoyed as he creeps through the halls, pointing the light of his smartphone into labs filled with the usual equipment - and not much else, definitely nothing out of the ordinary. "It's just this nerdy shit everywhere. Where's the freaky bullcrap? The mutants they build for the government? Okay, just kidding, but I know they're doing weird shit. I mean, that's why they fired Amado, 'cause he found out..."

Another door, another boring lab.

"Fuck. This is lame! I thought there was some exiting..." Brandon trails of and sniffs the air. "You smell that? Ah, right - sorry fans, I forgot you're not actually here. What I'm smelling here is... fishy. Literally, smells like an aquarium. Might as well check that out..."

"Ho-lee. Shit." Brandon sounds breathless and excited, grinning into his phone before looking ahead. "You gotta see this. I think that porn stream wasn't as bullshit as I thought. Orrr the TIT went from science and nerd shit into the... 'adult business'."

The phone is turned around and aimed into another dimly lit lab, larger than the others and filled not with equipment, but tanks upon tanks of varying sizes, aquarium equipment, and inside said tanks...

"I mean, seriously, look at that shit. Not gonna lie, I'm impressed how that stuff looks, but what. The. Hell." Opening the door as silently as possible, Brandon creeps into the lab, phone still pointed at the tanks. "The fuck is this shit? Why are there tits floating in these tanks?!"

Indeed, the tanks Brandon is closing in on are filled with what seems to be pink, slightly translucent and most importantly disembodied breasts, trailing thin tendrils after them as they jiggle through the water, a darkened tip that looks suspiciously like an erect nipple capping the dome which contracts gently to propel the swarm of boobs through their tanks.

"Holy shit, fans, this is crazy! I mean, look at these hooters, they're huge! If they were actually attached to someone, I'd love to get my hands on these... things..."

Trailing off, Brandon steps closer to the nearest tank, his breathing growing slightly unsteady as he extends one hand, brushing over the glass slowly - and there is an immediate, if slow reaction, the boob jellyfish inside gravitating towards Brandon's palm, following the path of his hand.

"Wow, that's freaky... kinda cool. How did they do that? I wonder..."

Phone still aiming at the tank, specifically the upper half where Brandon's hand is hovering over the water, the wannabe intrepid investigative journalist takes a deep breath and dunks his hand inside the water. And immediately...

"Whoa, hey, hey!"

A swarm of breasts jiggle and wobble closer, completely obscuring Brandon's hand as they rub against his skin.

"That's... they're soft and slippery, fans, it's actually... kinda nice, I... ouch?" Brandon twitches slightly, but keeps his hand in the tank. His voice has taken on a slightly dreamy quality, even the 'ouch' doesn't seem to be caused by any actual pain. "Something pricked me... do these things... bite? Whoa, I feel... huh..."

The phone tumbles from Brandon's slack hand and comes to lie at his feet, pointing up at the hapless vlogger. He is standing there, in shorts and a shirt, slackjawed and half-lidded as if ****. One hand, the one that's been holding the phone, dangles down limply, the other is still in the tank, swarmed by translucent, pink tits - that are now slowly beginning to creep up Brandon's arm, pulling themselves over his tan skin with their tentacles. All Brandon does in reaction is shiver slightly, a low, lusty groan emanating from within him as breast after breast pulls itself from the water and creeps up Brandon's arm.

Brandon's breathing grows ragged, a bulge appearing in his pants as the first boob jellyfish slips into the arm of his shirt, stretching the fabric as it drags itself deeper inside, more of its sisters following in a near-constant stream of boobs, breasts, titties of various sizes, from barely palm-filling to so big that they Brandon's arm bends visibly as they wobble along its length.

The shirt Brandon's wearing, a simple white one without print, is getting soaked from wet titty jellyfish after wet titty jellyfish, allowing his 'fans' to more or less see what is happening under it: The pink, translucent breasts stick to Brandon's torso with their undersides and slither along his upper body, fabric bulging over a multitude of soft mounds as they jostle for space, inching deeper, towards the lower end of Brandon's ribcage, and sideways towards his arms. The sizable bulge in Brandon's pants twitches and pulses visibly as more and more tit jellyfishes wobble inside his shirt, distending the fabric.

Soon, the jellyfish don't just cover Brandon's ribcage, more and more leaving the tank via his arm - as the last one, a magnificent E-cup specimen, squeezes inside Brandon's shirt to fight for a spot right on his left pectoral, there are boob jellyfishes of varying sizes down to below Brandon's bellybutton, tenting his shirt with their erect nipples. But that's not all: Brandon's sides are covered in bobbies big and small, even his back now sports a mass of tit jellyfishes. They are not arranged in orderly rows or pairs, but instead haphazardly strewn about, not leaving an inch of skin showing as the jellies fight for room. Only on his front, the strongest two - both E-cups - have managed to secure the prime real estate on Brandon's pecs, pushing a smaller boobie jellyfish up between his clavicles, resting comfortably on its larger sisters.

With every breast jellyfish now situated on Brandon's torso according to its strength, a few second's pass where nothing seems to happen. But then...

"Ugh-uhn!" With a lustful groan, Brandon flexes his hands involuntarily, his breath turning into panting gasps. Every jellyfish on his body jiggles slightly, but even with Brandon's shirt practically see-through, it's hard to tell what's going on. It does seem to be enjoyable, though, judging by Brandon's facial expression and the fact that his bulge seems to surge even bigger. "Nnuugh~!"

Brandon's knees buckle and give out, sending him to a kneeling position on the floor. But as he slams down, none of the titty jellyfishes on his body lose their grip or even slip downwards slightly... They do, however, jiggle magnificently as Brandon's knees impact the ground. With him now so much closer to the camera, it's possible to make out more detail - the jellyfish are no longer entirely pink. Or translucent.

Instead, right from their bases and inching towards their tips, they are becoming more solid, and their color... suspiciously like that of Brandon's arms. Not that he cares much, his back arching and pressing his multitude of large and small breasts into the front of his shirt - the tits on his back, on the other hand, are squished together instead, much to Brandon's enjoyment, judging by his aroused moan. Arms still limp, he begins to buck and gyrate his hips, gasping and moaning uncontrollably as the skin color reaches the thick, erect nipples on all his breasts simultaneously.

"Hgh!"

Brandon can't even scream in bliss as the symbiotic jellyfish finish merging with his body, the mind-rending climax making his entire body twitch and quiver, a huge wet spot spreading in Brandon's crotch. The mass of tits on his body jiggles and wobbles with every jerk of Brandon's body, nipples fat and small tenting his shirt.

And even once his orgasm has run its course, Brandon remains kneeling; even though he slumps forwards, the many mounds on his front keep him more or less upright.