Just two people talking about history in-world. Yay, world building! In case you haven’t guessed, this directly follows Nathan’s Trial.

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Aria set her pump down on the counter heavily. It was a heavy-duty thing, but then again, she was a woman that needed something of its caliber. Where many women carried their pumps discretely in their purses and many female hypers just used the pumps built-in to their specialized apartments, Aria liked being out and about and didn’t want to tinker around with the pumps some places put out for their hypers. And so, thanks to a partnership with an at-the-time acquaintance, Aria allowed herself to be a test subject for June’s experiments (both mechanical and a few biochemical) if the latter agreed to build and maintain a mobile pump that could keep up with the former.

Today, Aria had it brought in to have a misbehaving part replaced- a leak had developed somewhere inside the pump’s tubing and she had neither the skills nor parts to repair it. Two quick calls later, Aria had an appointment with June and a means of transport, thanks to her boyfriend. The day rolled around and everything went to plan, with the one exception of her finding out that Nathan and June had met before. What followed was a recounting of their meetings mostly from an embarrassed Nathan with June smugly filling in a few details Nathan left out.

“…And it all took an hour to clean up,” Nathan finished, blushing crimson. “A few days later, I made a petition for some of those bathrooms to be a bit more… waterproofed.”

“A good time was had by all,” June glowered at a screw she was extracting, a marked difference from her actual tone. “He got his supply of pills, and I got my data. I’ve always kept an offer open to him to be a guinea pig like you, Aria. He’s never really said ’no’.”

“You never told me anything about having fun like that, Nathan!” Aria filed away a few fun ideas she got from the story for a rainy day. She shifted closer, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close, (slightly inadvertently) into the side of her enormous chest. “You should let me know next time you do that. I could help.”

“Aria–!” he glanced away, “I… fine.”

“Aw, come on. No need to look so reluctant. Maybe we could start the fun when we get back to your apartment. But before that,” Aria turned to June, “how’s she looking? I don’t think you needed to pull all that much out to replace a single tube.”

“Well, you’re partially right,” June mumbled, “but one thing leads to another. I was just going to replace a pipe but then I noticed that an O ring wasn’t looking too hot. Then I remembered that you said a motor wasn’t sounding too great and then… you get the idea. I just haven’t replaced much in here for a while, and now all the bills are coming due at once.” She looked up from the pump. “Sorry, looks like this is going to take a little longer than I expected.”

“How much longer?”

“Quarter hour, likely. Maybe a little more, depending on what else I find is wrong with this thing.”

“Damn.” Aria sighed. “Either of you have something you can regale me with? I kinda liked not being the one talking for once.”

“What would you want us to talk about?” Nathan asked.

Aria shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re a history buff, aren’t you? How about you tell me why my tits need such a beast of a pump? Which inbred kings in Europe got their rocks off on chicks with huge tits?” Aria paused and mumbled. “Actually, I might wanna give them a medal.”

“Depending on what answer you want,” June said over her shoulder, “I might know something. I’m not that big on anthropology and history, but I keep up with recent historical theories. Mostly.”

“Which one of your degrees is that?”

“None, I just have some anthropologist friends who talk about their work too much when they’re drunk.”

“Nice. So,” she shifted to get comfortable, “where does this all begin? When do the big tits start?”

“As far as we know,” Nathan responded, “the whole hypertrophied syndrome has been around since the dawn of humanity. There’s references to it dating back to the Chalcolithic, so it’s guaranteed to be earlier than that.”

June continued. “Add to that the references in mythology and religion, and we can safely say that being a hyper is just a possibility that’s coded into our genes. They’re guessing something happened in the Middle to Upper Paleolithic; there’s evidence to suggest that Neanderthals didn’t even have post-puberty lactation, so that’s the lower bound.”

“Hypers keep cropping up across history, though not at high frequencies, all things considered. We think Gilgamesh, though likely fictional, was depicted as one. Off the top of my head… Theodora of Byzantium, William III, Tang Emperor Taizong, Aethelflaed, Cudamani, and King Jadwiga were all hypers- of course, the reason we know them is because they were leaders. Later on, we find a good number of women hypers who are physicians, mathematicians, and inventors. You know, Florence Nightingale and Hypatia of Alexandria.”

“There’s also all those times the Roman emperors sent out those missives to invite all those poor hyper women of Italia to live with him. You know, out of the kindness of their hearts.”

“True, true. In short, hypers were just… kind of rare throughout history. Not so rare that people didn’t hear of them, but definitely not as ubiquitous as today.”

“Oh.” Aria blinked. “I thought it’d be more interesting than that, like that some hyper chick was thought to be a fertility goddess, or some emperor with a huge dick thought he could have a hundred kids.”

“Eh,” June shrugged, “don’t get me wrong, people have been weird in the past, and being weird around hypers is nothing new at all. A few Chinese emperors tried enacting breeding projects, a bunch of Brits got too interested in this ’eugenics’ thing, all to no avail. They’re more footnotes than anything else.”

“The interesting stuff really picks up in 1953,” Nathan said. “World War II’s over, Cold War’s winding up, Frank Sinatra’s beginning his career… And in May, Tashkent’s facing a bit of an odd flu pandemic.”

“Wait,” Aria interrupted, “you don’t mean– That happened in the 1950’s? I thought it was earlier than that. Like, at the turn of the century at least.”

June laughed. “What, like the Spanish Flu? God, imagine that being the pandemic to end of the conflict, the soldiers too busy nutting themselves to fight.”

Nathan cleared his throat, “No, Aria, the pandemic you’re thinking of happened in ‘53. And it wasn’t like the Spanish flu at all. It was more virulent, but far less deadly. Whatever was happening, the effects are very familiar.”

Aria cocked her head. “So which one was it? The Spring or Fall Flu?”

“It wasn’t, not yet. Tashkent was seeing the progenitor, the Fluid Flu- thank God the name didn’t sick. Men were delirious, bedridden and occasionally ejaculating far bigger loads than they normally would; women were similarly laid low, leaking copious amounts of milk between their thrice-a-day milking sessions. No one knew what to do except pass the warnings on as the illness bled out to the nearby SSRs. When they radioed Moscow to brace for the illness to strike, the Soviet Union prepared for a repeat of the Spanish Flu. However, when fall rolled around and the cases started rolling in, the hospitals in Moscow were accepting a lot of men and barely any women.”

“The Fall Flu.”

“Yep. People around the world scratched their heads at why things had changed so quickly, why women were miraculously being spared this time around. Of course, as all news agencies prove, they were just focusing on the wrong thing. Six months later, after the Fall Flu had blown through Moscow, most of Europe and was burning through the US, a separate strain to be known as the Spring Flu crashed into Moscow, repeating the whole fiasco but switching the sexes around. The Spring and Summer Flu continued to burn around the world until they became endemic, and… well, you know the rest.

“After a decade of people living with these new flues, people noticed something else happening that was odd. Hypers were, basically overnight, ten times more common*.* People started drawing conclusions.”

“–Between the flues and the increased rates. Is there any merit to them?”

“Not exactly,” June didn’t look away from the new motor she was installing. “Current theories going around are that the flues fuck up a very specific part of your hormonal system. You know how you’re supposed to stop growing after your body gets enough of the ’time to develop sexually’ hormone? Well, for hypers, the body just barely produces enough to tell the body to grow without starting the ’there’s been enough growth’ timer for a while. There are some people where this happens naturally, but we think the virus can artificially make you like that. ‘Can,’ mind you. Nothing’s certain.”

“Isn’t this your whole field of expertise, June?”

“Hey,” she pointed at Aria with the screwdriver she had in hand, “ease off. I only concern myself with the effects, not the causes.” She returned to the pump. “By the by, I’m almost done. Remember to turn her down a notch before you use her next, aye?”

“Yeah, yeah, ruin my fun before I have it, why don’t you.” Aria turned back to Nathan.

“Anything else that I should know, or are you basically done?”

“We’re basically up to the present. Rise and popularization of hyper habitations, leftist movements therein, ‘hyper rights’, Second Wave Movements. You probably know more about that than I do, if you actually paid attention to those lectures that the habitation leaders keep giving.”

“I do, but–” Aria paused in thought. “I still can’t really believe it. 1953? You’re telling me hypers only got semi-common that late?”

“We’re part of the fourth generation of hypers, Aria. There’s been time to iron out the kinks and make things work. It’s a testament to the inventors in the past, like June, who’ve helped us live our lives without many of the struggles that came before us.”

“You don’t need to butter me up if you want me to make you a machine that’ll suck you off,” June said over her shoulder. “You can just ask me like a regular person, and I’ll probably say yes.” She turned back to the pump and mumbled. “I’d like to get leverage over some new male guinea pigs in any case.”

“June, that’s–”

“Look, I make more than milk pumps. Who do you think made all those training toys for Aria so she could take your dick? You think she made those herself?”

Nathan was momentarily shocked into silence. Aria was not, her tone more annoyed than anything. “June, you said you’d keep quiet about that.”

“And you said you wouldn’t sabotage the blackbox. I’m not trying to scan those mammary glands, Aria, I need that diagnostic data to make sure this thing can handle your flow.”

“What, the thing that you installed right beneath the O-ring where you said ‘well, if it drips, that’s a you problem’?”

June whipped her head around at Aria, glaring at her. “That… actually sounds like something I’d say.” She turned back to the pump. “I’d apologize, but that’d require me to realize that I could make mistakes. In any case,” she grabbed a panel and put it back in place, “that’s her repaired. Our fight against entropy is a long one, and this battleground will be secured until you muck it up again.”

Aria stepped forward and picked up the pump, finding the shoulder strap and looping her arm through it. “Thanks a million, June.”

“If you break it, at least make the damage interesting.”

“No promises. Come on, Nathan.” Aria turned to leave, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm. “I’ve got a few things I wanna try out tonight.”