Mira

Valentina di Roma stepped into the vast atrium of Mammopolis University, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. The eyes were on her, as they always were, tracking her every movement, lingering on her impossibly large chest. It was something she was still getting used to—the relentless gaze of a city that measured every woman by the sheer volume of her breasts. Mammopolis wasn't subtle; it didn’t try to hide its obsession. Here, her natural assets weren’t just admired—they were currency, power, and status all rolled into one.

She walked through the towering hall, students parting to make way as she passed. Her AR feed buzzed in the corner of her vision, a digital ticker that listed every approving glance, every tribute a man had paid her, and the stats that went with them. It was like walking through a sea of analytics. Valentina had long since learned to ignore it, focusing instead on getting through her first week of classes.

As she approached her lecture hall, a voice piped up from behind her.

“Valentina! Wait!”

She turned and saw a petite girl, flat-chested and small-framed, hustling to catch up with her. Her AR feed flickered: Mira: Plain Class. Social Score: 4.3. A number far below the threshold of being noticed in Mammopolis.

Valentina slowed her pace, letting Mira catch up. The girl was out of breath, her short hair sticking to her forehead in awkward little clumps. She looked like she’d just run a marathon, her eager smile contrasting sharply with her obvious physical discomfort.

“Hi,” Mira panted, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I saw you in Econ 101 yesterday. You’re new, right?”

“Yeah, first semester,” Valentina said, her tone polite but distant. She was still navigating the whole social dynamic here, trying to figure out who was worth getting close to, who would help her rise, and who would just cling to her for the ride.

“I’m Mira,” the girl said, a bit too eagerly. “I—well, I just wanted to say I think you’re amazing. Like, you walk in and everyone just… stops.” Mira gestured around, as if Valentina didn’t already know she had that effect.

Valentina gave a small smile. “Thanks, I guess. But, really, I’m just getting used to all of this.”

Mira nodded enthusiastically, as if Valentina had just imparted some great wisdom. “I can help you, you know? With the campus, and the classes, and... well, anything you need. I’ve been here for two years. Not that anyone notices.” She laughed nervously, her eyes flicking down to her chest, or rather, her lack thereof.

Valentina raised an eyebrow. Mira wasn’t subtle, and that much was refreshing in a place where subtlety was nonexistent. She wasn’t asking for anything in return; she just wanted to be noticed, to be close to someone who embodied everything the city worshipped.

"Alright," Valentina said, turning back toward the lecture hall. "You can show me around. Keep up, though."

Mira’s eyes lit up. “Of course! I’m practically glued to you now.”

Valentina couldn’t help but smirk as they walked into the classroom together. Mira’s enthusiasm was infectious, if a little much at times, but there was something amusing about having someone so utterly devoted to her. As they found seats, Valentina noticed the usual whispers, the side glances from other women in the room. Some of them had artificial enhancements, their bolt-on breasts defying gravity, but they lacked the natural dominance Valentina exuded. And Mira, well, she barely registered to them.

Throughout the lecture, Mira scribbled notes feverishly, occasionally glancing over at Valentina as if waiting for a cue or approval. It was clear she wanted to impress. When the professor started droning on about Mammopolis’ economy and the power of selective breeding, Mira leaned in.

“You know, they say women like you—the naturally big ones—are a dying breed,” she whispered, her voice filled with a strange mix of awe and pity.

Valentina blinked, unsure whether to take that as a compliment or a grim prediction. “I’ll manage,” she whispered back, lips quirking into a smile.

When class ended, the two of them made their way out, Mira practically glued to Valentina’s side. As they walked through the campus, Valentina noticed how men would glance at her, their eyes lingering just a bit too long, hands twitching as if considering a public tribute. Mira noticed too, though in a very different way.

“God, they’re like moths to a flame with you,” Mira said, shaking her head. “Do you ever get tired of it?”

Valentina shrugged. “Not really. It’s just… how it is here.”

Mira’s eyes sparkled. “I wish I could understand. I mean, guys barely look at me unless I’m serving them at a café. You get that kind of attention without even trying.” She stopped, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “What’s it like?”

Valentina paused, considering the question. What was it like? She’d grown up knowing her body was different, always aware of the way people stared, but Mammopolis amplified everything to an almost absurd degree. She was still getting used to the idea that her body was public property in the eyes of this city.

“It’s… a lot,” she said finally. “But it has its perks.”

Mira grinned, nodding in understanding. “I bet it does. I could be your wingwoman, you know. Like, help filter out the guys who aren’t worth your time. Or—” She hesitated. “I could just hang out, help you with whatever. You probably have a ton of people trying to be your friend. I’m fine just… being there.”

Valentina suppressed a laugh. Mira was almost too eager to be useful, but there was a sincerity in her that Valentina hadn’t seen in most people here. She didn’t want anything grand—just proximity, just to be included. Valentina figured it couldn’t hurt to have someone around who wasn’t constantly scheming or posturing.

“Alright, Mira,” Valentina said with a smirk. “You’re officially my shadow.”

Mira beamed, her face lighting up like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a candy store. “Really? Oh my God, really? I promise, I won’t be annoying. I’ll help with everything. Anything. Whatever you need!”

They strolled through the quad, Mira buzzing excitedly at Valentina’s side, occasionally glancing at her as if still in disbelief. Valentina let her chatter, tuning in and out of the conversation, but every now and then she’d nod or smile, giving Mira just enough validation to keep her going.

As they passed by the dining hall, a few flat-chested girls behind the counter caught Mira’s eye. She looked at them, then back at Valentina, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

“They don’t even bother trying to compete,” she said, pointing at the girls. “I mean, can you imagine? They’ll never get tributed in this lifetime.”

Valentina glanced at them, noting the way they seemed to shrink into the background, invisible in a city where size ruled all. “They’re doing their job,” she said with a shrug. “Everyone has their place.”

Mira nodded, but the admiration in her eyes didn’t fade. “Yeah, but your place? It’s on top.”

Valentina chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

As they walked away, Valentina couldn’t help but think that maybe having Mira around wouldn’t be so bad after all. She was like a loyal puppy, eager to please and even more eager to be part of Valentina’s world. And in a city like Mammopolis, where everyone wanted something from you, maybe having someone who just wanted to tag along was a refreshing change of pace.

As long as Mira knew her place, of course.