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[Prologue]

Rummaging through some old cases, Quinn found one concerning a cop that moonlighted as a barhop. As it turned out, the cop prevented a robbery while working at the bar, saving her career in the process. That would make a story, so Quinn put pen to file pad and went to work. Due to the number of completely naked breasts this particular issue earned an M18 rating.
 

1

Lt Larry Harkin (aka The Lecher) was insufferably pleased. His latest attempt to get a surveillance bug into the women's locker room was a complete success. He drilled a tiny hole in the ceiling and inserted a single strand of fiberoptic (FO) wire. Since the wire had no emissions, the various bug detectors couldn't pick it up.
    Sitting in a stall in the mens restroom Larry turned on his minicomp and drank in the sight. The first shift was arriving. The pervert cop had the pleasure of seeing police women undress from their street clothes and put on their uniforms. Hoping against hope, another of his desires was fulfilled. The women were comparing and complimenting each others' new bras and panties. Bra and panty straps were pulled out and let go, showing how elastic they were. The women also touched each others' bra cups, making Larry anxious in his pants.
    Then his real pleasure showed up. Nadia Junker was the tallest female cop in the New Darwin Police Department, and arguably the most beautiful. Her exotic looks, which included her brown skin and dark red hair, can make any man miss a heartbeat. It only bothered Larry a tiny bit that Nadia was engaged. The likelihood of Harold, Nadia's fiancé, finding out was remote. The lecherous cop found that viewing a practically naked engaged woman was even more of a turn-on than he thought possible.
    Before Larry could relieve the pressure in his pants (he drank several cups of coffee earlier), the door to his stall was opened. A pair of hands pulled him out and slammed him onto the restroom floor. Looking up, Larry saw that the hands belonged to June Parlor, another cop that he desperately wanted to see naked. Before he could explain himself, his precious minicomp was crushed under June's heel. But it didn't matter. Larry saw June's lime-green undies as she raised her foot. Whoever had the idea of making female cops wear microskirts during the summer had Larry's eternal gratitude.
    June saw what Larry was doing. With a snarl fit for a bushbear, June let her heal come crashing down on Larry's gawking face. The Lecher will definitely have to see Dr Sung to get his teeth fixed.

June washed her hands and left Larry on the restroom floor. At a brisk pace, June made for the motor pool. Her partner Lynnae waited in a squad car. The shorter cop was going through her mail, groaning as credit bill after credit bill flashed on her minicomp's screen.
    �What's wrong, Lynnae? Are the creditors coming with sledge hammers to break your kneecaps?� June said in a tease.
    Lynnae looked at her friend. Yeah, like she isn't spending a bundle on her bike and biking gear, she thought. It was just that there was so much stuff  that Lynnae wanted. She knew her desires had to be balanced by her income, but the draw to have things now was winning more times than not. �Nothing that drastic. My credit report will be in the red for so long that, even with prolong, I'll be a gray-haired lady before my credit is clean. I wished I've kept some of that 20th century stuff as an emergency cash reserve.�
    �Have you considered working off-duty as a guard at a convention or civic events?� June turned on the car's drive system and radio.
    �Being a guard at a convention filled with pimpled-faced, sex-starved geeks is not my idea of earning extra cash.� Lynnae paged through the New Darwin Herald file, looking at the want-ads. �By the way, how did you know that Larry Lecher had an FO wire in the locker room?�
    After getting the area assignment from Dispatch, June moved the squad car out into traffic. �Easy. He forgot about the dust his little hole made. It just so happened that the dust landed on a black shirt. Mine, to be exact. I saw that tiny bit of dust and looked up. Sure enough I saw that FO wire. After that, it was a process of elimination where Larry was hiding. I smashed his minicomp and busted his mouth. Talbert may not approve, but this should put Larry in the Archives for at least a year.�
    Lynnae just made some noncommital nods. There has to be something, she thought. Something that's just right to fit my schedule and abilities. The little cop kept reading as the police car moved further into the city.
 

2

�Good afternoon, Officers. If some of you still don't tremble at the mention of my name, then here's your chance. I'm Quartermaster Wooster, the man responsible for outfitting the officers assigned to this station. I also help the undercover cops make their disguises.� Wooster stoically took the fake fear and trembling coming from his playful audience. �Right now I'll explain the workings of the latest variant of plastiskin breasts with the help of a 'willing' volunteer.�
    The cops in the room laughed. That �volunteer' was none other than Captain Laramie. Last month her tug-of-war team at the Police Barbeque lost, and Laramie agreed to act as a guinea pig for Wooster's demonstration. She got in front of the officers, doing a curtsy in her baggy sweats.
    �Now, everyone listen, even those who have no real need for plastic boobs.� Wooster said. The two officers he referred to, Lynnae and June, brushed off remarks about their 'natural charms' with practice grace and the occasional middle finger. �The PPB (Plastic Prosthetic Breast) Mk 20 uses advances in memory plastic technology. As a result, the Mk 20 is 50% lighter and can mount an additional memory cube, bringing recording capacity up to 500 hours. That 500 hours includes audio, video, signal interception, and atmospheric sampling. Impressive, no?�
    The assembled cops murmured agreement. Wooster smiled, nodding to Laramie to step forward. �Thanks to the additional internal volume due to the memory plastic, one little trick has been added. Bioglue packets have been placed in the inner surfaces of the breasts. Upon command, those packets will release their contents to the outside. A person caught between the breasts would be stuck until freed by a release of bioglue dissolvent, also stored in the breasts. Laramie will now demonstrate.�
    Laramie concentrated, her fake bust expanding. The sweat top was old and ratty, providing only minimal resistance when the plastic breasts tore it asunder. There were juvenile giggles when the boobs stopped at beachball size. Being only practice breasts, one could be forgiven for laughing at their orange color. Wooster turned his famous hawk face on the crowd. �Now, I need a volunteer to test the bioglue strength.� The crowd went quite. �Now, now, be not afraid. It's not like you're gonna suffocate. Someone better come forward, or else Laramie and I will get miffed.� There was a commotion in the group, and Larry Harkin was not-so subtly shoved out. He had just come from Dr Sung's office after having a preliminary check done on his teeth. Since his face was still numb, Larry couldn't talk coherently.
    �Lt Harkin, how kind of you to volunteer.� Wooster smiled like an alley cat cornering a mouse. Larry wanted to talk, but his numb lips and face made it impossible. �Harkin, you're an attacker. You think you can take down one of those overblown Box Girls. Now, attempt to take down Laramie here.�
    Harkin tried to back away, but he got a swift kick to the backside from Lynnae. The helpless lecher was utterly unprepared when he was rushed by Laramie. In a moment Larry was trapped between the fake breasts, his arms and torso covered with the bioglue.
    �As you can see,� Wooster said in glee, �the bioglue has entrapped him. Captain Laramie, use the solvent to neutralize the glue.�
    The Captain willed her fake bust to release the solvent, but something went wrong. Larry wasn't set free; the fake breasts came off instead. In a flash, Wooster applied a towel over Laramie's natural C-cup top, saving her real dignity. Poor Larry was on the floor, still stuck between the plastic. �Whoops! Seems that the solvent release command needs some tweaking.� Wooster's grin was totally out of place. �Well, there was bound to be bugs. This is something I can look at after a coffee break. Captain, since you were such a trooper, I'll pay for your donut and coffee.�
    �Thank you, Wooster.� Laramie said. She next looked down at Larry. �Don't worry, Lieutenant. The bioglue will wear off in 20 minutes. Just be thankful your head wasn't stuck, or else you would've suffocated, just like in the Greelong case.� Everyone laughed saved Larry; an ugly noise came out of his throat instead of the obscenities he wanted to say. Leaving Larry on the floor, the officers left the room.
    An idea occurred to Lyn. She was surprised that she hadn't thought of it before. Making her way through the crowd, she got Quartermaster Wooster's attention. �Sgt Wooster, may I speak to you for a moment?�
 

3

June walked into the briefing room after making a check of her microskirt's equipment belt. Captain Patricia Laramie, the shift commander, was at the front. The Captain was a distinguished-looking woman with turquoise eyes. Her face and hair have aged gracefully for one who was over 100 years old. But thanks to prolong the Captain still had the body of a 55 year-old lady. Laramie was a cop for some time before taking a short retirement to raise her children. She rejoined the force after her kids �left the nest'. Now she looked like a possible replacement for Chief Talbert when he retires. When was the operative word. At times it seemed like Talbert lived out of his office.
    Laramie was going through the roll call, each cop affirming that they were present. When it came for one Lynnae Wilcox to speak, there was no reply. June found her short friend asleep, her head on the table.
    �Officer Parlor, would you do me the honor of waking your partner?� Laramie said in a normal voice. June heard the hidden irritation all too well.
    �Yes, ma'am.� June gave a swift slap to Lynnae's shoulder. The groggy cop gave out a monosyllabic �aye', lazily straightening up in her chair.
    �Officer Wilcox, I suggest you sleep on your time, not mine. If you sleep through one more roll call I'll see you in my office. Understood?�
    That got Lynnae's attention. �Yes, ma'am. Perfectly understood.�
    Laramie had a look that a mother would give to an unruly child. �That goes for all of you. If you sleep while on patrol then you'll wish that you were never assigned to my shift. Comprende?�
    Getting a quite-clear affirmative from her cops, Laramie continued with the daily briefing. June hazard a look at Lynnae, who was now at full attention. It was unusual for Lynnae to fall asleep so easily. Perhaps she read an extra-long novel last night, June mused. With that in mind June then focused her attention to the briefing.

It was mid-afternoon when the duo got the call. There was an altercation taking place at an open-air market near Ivory Sands Beach. Pulling into the market, June made a request for backup and readied her service gun. Lynnae was a little slow, her eyes still filled with unfulfilled sleep. June gave a swift slap to Lynnae's backside, telling her to �get the lead out'.
    The duo entered the marketplace. A group of rowdies by the name Civil Disturbance 101 (CD-101), was throwing produce around like so many footballs. The ground was a mess of smashed cantaloupes, sweet melons, and tomatoes.
    June barked out a command. �All right, you group of misfits. You're all under arrest for destruction of private property and disturbing the peace. Want to make it easy for yourselves?�
    June got her reply. Somehow the CD'ers got a fire hose, and that hose was on. The cop was pushed down by a stream of water. Lynnae, now alerted by June's plight, opened up with her service gun. The stun option was on full power - and at maximum dispersal. Four of the CD'ers went down, including the one brandishing the fire hose. While the errant hose jetted water everywhere, Lynnae continued to hunt down the remaining rowdies.
    Some CD'ers got away, but seven were stunned like so many penguins. Six of those punks were in need of medical attention. When they saw June's water-soaked shirt clinging to her basketball-sized lungs, revealing every detail (including the kind of bra she had on), they had massive nosebleeds. The seventh punk was fixated on Lynnae, who was brushing produce off her shirt.
    �Say, haven't I seen you from somewhere?� The punk said. Then his eyes lit up. �Yes, I did see you before. Further down the beach. It was at ...� Before he could finish, Lynnae bonked him on the head with her pistol butt.
    �What was that for, Lyn?� June finished manhandling the other punks into a recently-arrived paddy wagon.
    �Oh, I image it was that Zeddek caper. Remember, it was on live tri-dee and we lost our shirts in the process of rescuing those kids. I imaged quite a few punks after that wanted to be arrested by us, just to see our chests.�
    �I hear you. Those CD'ers certainly got more than they bargained for.� June patted her soaked bust, the shirt clinging like a second skin. �After making a call, we're going back to the station. I need a fresh uniform, and you certainly need one. Being a walking produced stand can't be glamourous.�
    Lynnae agreed. The tomato stains on her shirt were a minor inconvenience, but the smell was a different story. The other cops were now in command of the situation, and the duo left. June had a problem with Lynnae's explanation. Coupled with the fact that Lynnae acted like a sleepwalker for the past few weeks made June concerned. Now she resolved to find out what was going on with her friend.
 

4

It was a quite Friday afternoon. June and her friend Paul Jarvis were having lunch in the station's cafeteria. She explained her concern about Lynnae. One morning June found Lynnae's locker filled to the brim with empty Jolt Cola bottles. Lynnae occasionally drank the hypercaffinated cola, but now it seems she had three bottles a day. On another morning Lynnae arrived at work wearing a bra on the outside of her shirt. Such incidents were beginning to add up, and June asked Paul for help.
    Unknown to June, Paul had a secret crush on Lynnae. He had been divorced for over seven years and resolved never to get hitched again. However, after becoming the duo's friend, he changed his mind. Despite Lynnae's �exuberant' attitude toward work Paul found her captivating. However, his infatuation for Lynnae was much more than her volleyball-sized lungs. Paul agreed to follow Lynnae for the next few days. He wouldn't let this task devolve into voyeurism, but it will allow him to see what Lynnae was doing in her spare time.
    June thanked Paul with a handshake. After shift, Paul changed into street clothes and discreetly followed Lynnae. After three days of trailing, Paul called up June. He found something that couldn't wait.

June made her way down Ivory Sands Beach, passing many of the various clubs and restaurants that lined the beachfront. Some were for the entire family, while others were distinctly �adult'. So it wasn't unusual that Paul asked June to meet him at Bloomers, one of a few such adult clubs on the beach.
    Bloomers claim to fame was that its waitresses/performers were top-heavy. Combined with tight T-shirts, equally tight shorts, and long hair these women were quite a sight to see. With June at his side Paul entered the establishment. Immediately the impromptu couple was seated by a Bloomers Girl. Paul knew that the waitress had to have nanite-augmentation or plastiskin breasts; if her bust was real, the waitress would've found walking a labor.
    Paul took at the clientele, many of whom were obviously repeat customers. Those customers were being served by their favorite Bloomers Girls and loved it. After eyeing the crowd Paul tugged on June's sleeve. �There she is. Do you want to talk to her now or at the break?�
    June was transfixed on the waitress. It was none other that Lynnae in Bloomers' garb. June's friend wore a yellow-blonde wig, the hair going down to the middle-back. She had on a Bloomers baseball cap and tennis shoes. The tight, bright-yellow shorts conformed to her bottom like a second skin. And the bust... well, Lynnae's bust was big but not that big! It had to be plastiskin flesh over her real breasts.
    �Paul, we'll wait until the girls go backstage to prepare for tonight's event. Then we'll give Lynnae our version of �good cop, bad cop'.�
    Paul was listening, but his eyes were transfixed on Lynnae. Plastiskin or no, Paul found Lynnae quite a sight. But just as quickly he had those lustful thoughts he banished them from his mind. The performance was twenty minutes away, and the girls went backstage. With some trepidation the two cops followed, hoping to shake some sense into Lynnae.
 

5

Larry Harkin would've been in tit-heaven had he been at Bloomers instead of Paul. The Bloomers Girls were preparing for the evening performance. After being a cop for fifteen years Paul though he could handle the sight of so many bare-chested women. However, Paul's sense of decency had him shield his eyes, letting June guide him by the hand. A minute later had the duo right behind one Lynnae Wilcox, and she wasn't too thrilled to see her two friends.
    �June? Paul? What the heck are you two doing here?� Lynnae had just finished putting on a fresh T-shirt. It came straight from the dryer and the heat felt good on Lynnae's skin.
    �We're just about to ask the same question. Now I know why you've been practically sleepwalking for the last four weeks. I bet you haven't had more than four hours of sleep each night.� June wore a tasking look on her face. �Don't you know moonlighting is a big no-no? Do you want to be kicked off the force?� June got on Lynnae's left side while Paul went to the right.
    �June told me you got some credit problems, Lyn.� Paul said, making sure that his eyes stayed fixed on Lynnae's head instead of her oversized fake bust. �Have you considered getting a long-term bank loan and financial advising?�
    Lynnae combed her wig hair. �Good cop, bad cop only works on criminals, guys. Besides, I only need three more weeks. Then I can quit this job.� She placed the brush down and turned her pleading eyes to June. However, Lynnae's partner was completely unsympathetic.
    �Lyn, if anyone else finds out about this then the whole police department will be made to look like fools. Quit now, otherwise I'm forced to tell Captain Laramie.� June spoke with finality. That made up Lynnae's mind.
    �Fine. Looks like I'll be getting a new partner.� With that Lynnae got up in a huff and marched out.
    June made a sour face and yelled at her friend's back. �Good! Go ahead and feel that way! I was getting tired of being your Jiminy Cricket after all these years!� June then grabbed Paul by the hand and headed back out to the restaurant floor. Paul managed to convince June to stay awhile, and at least try talking to Lynnae after the performance. June didn't promise anything, but agreed to stay. Paul seen many cop teams break up over things that were quite inconsequential, like who got the donuts each morning or bought the daily news file. He didn't want that to happen to Lynnae and June.
 

6

With the Bloomers Girls on stage, the MC came over the house PA system. �Good Evening, Ladies and Gents. The Management of this Bloomers Restaurant is thankful for your continued patronage. And now...�, the MC gave a grand sweep to the Girls, �for the event you've been waiting for: The Weekly Wet-T Bustin' Chorus Line. Though our Girls may have plastic bazooms under their shirts, those ladies at The Tea Cup can't do what our Girls can! Greg! Activate the hose! Let the fun begin!�
    Greg, the stage manager, let loose with a garden hose on the line of Girls. In no time the T-shirts were soaked, and then the plastiskin breasts expanded. In seconds it was over. The fake breasts had ballooned to over twice their impressive size. Paul could see that the Girls had pasties on their fake boobs. One girl had stars, another had bulls-eyes, while Lynnae herself had stylized police badges on the front of her plastic tits. The wet shirts threaten to rip open as the girls began their song-and-dance routine. In fact, some of those shirts did rip, exposing the pastie-clad bosoms to the whistling crowd.
    It was a very good song and dance number, Paul admitted to himself. His gaze drifted over the audience, and then he saw them. A whole gaggle of Civil Disturbance 101 gang members were in the audience. They had on reversible jackets, and now those jackets were proudly displaying the blood-red CD-101 lettering. The gang members had on ancient x-ray gag glasses. To top off their appearance the CD'ers were drooling and making immature remarks. Then, near the end of the performance, the CD gang leader yelled out for everyone to hear. �Okay, men! Time to get our trophies! Get yourself a boob and run home!� At that all 16 CD'ers got up and rushed the stage.
    The Bloomers Girls squealed in panic. The bouncers arrived, but there were not enough of them. Like overzealous cherry pickers, the CD'ers plucked off plastic boobs and tried to leave, but they hadn't counted on having cops present. June and Paul pulled out their compact stun guns and the CD'ers dropped like flies. Lynnae went after one CD'er, trapping him in her oversized cleavage. She commanded her plastiskin flesh to enlarge even more, truly entrapping the hapless man.
    One CD'er did manage to escape, but if those idiots had learned anything it was that they could expect the Police to be everywhere. Paul placed in a call for backup and two paddy wagons. The restaurant was a mess, but at least the Girls were unharmed, apart from having their plastic boobs pulled off.
    Lyn shrunk her plastic bust and slapped the cuffs on the CD'er she trapped. Lyn then handed her charge to another cop and faced June. Expecting another hot dismissal, June was surprised by Lynnae's soft tone. �June, I have to admit that you were right. This little incident will appear in the paper tomorrow. Even though we nailed the bad guys, there will be some questions asking why I was here in the first place. Tomorrow morning I'll see Laramie and tell my story. Looks like I'll still have this job waiting for me when that meeting is done.�
    June held Lynnae's hand and placed the other on her shorter friend's shoulder. �I doubt it. You'll probably work dispatch the rest of your career, but if it means anything I'll still be your friend.�
    �Thanks. It was silly to let bad credit spoil our friendship.� With that the two cops hugged. When they pulled apart there was the sound of two jars of jelly being opened. Lynnae's plastiskin breasts came off and landed on the floor with a wobbly thud. She quickly covered as much of her natural volleyball-sized breasts as she could with her arms. Paul removed his jacket and draped it over Lynnae's shoulders.
    �Well, at least there're still some gentlemen in the police force.� Lynnae stood on her toes and planted a kiss on Paul's cheek.
    �Ah, shucks. Any decent man would've done the same. After seeing those pasty-covered boobs first, of course.� Paul was still smiling when Lynnae playful punched him in the arm. With the jacket now firmly closed around her front, Lynnae was escorted out of the restaurant by her two friends.
 

7

Captain Laramie maintained a poker face as she read Lynnae's report. The moonlighting Lyn knew that subtle white lies won't save her behind. Besides, the Captain could sense bullshit a kilometer away.
    �Well, Officer Wilcox, I must say I appreciate your candor. If you tried to lie your way out of this one, then you would've been out the door minutes ago. I also appreciate the fact that your friends came to your defense, and their loyalty is not misplaced.� said Laramie. �In addition, the use of police equipment for private use is a big no-no. Not only did you get yourself in trouble, Wooster also stands guilty for providing you those plastiskin breasts.� She next signed the report and closed the file. �For months we've tried to arrest the leader of the CD'ers. The man you captured with your fake bust was none other than Hank Zebra, the CD-101 leader. Of course, the press is hailing this as a major victory.�
    Lynnae sensed that she was in the clear, but her face didn't show any relief yet. The Captain continued. �I just signed an addition to your report. In it, I had you go undercover at Bloomers. The word on the street had the CD leader frequenting Bloomers. It was a good opportunity to nail him and some of his top flunkies. Just be thankful that little incident occurred, otherwise you would've been working as a top-heavy drink server instead of a cop. From now on I expect you to follow the off-duty employment rules to the letter. Understood?�
    �Yes, ma'am. Looks like I'll be guarding convention guests from pimply fanboys for the foreseeable future.� Lynnae said in a relieved tone.
    Laramie allowed herself a small smile. �Just be aware that you still represent the force, in or out of uniform. I will tell Wooster what I told you, and he'll get a warning. Next time, buy your own fake breasts, though you really don't need them.� She winked devilishly at Lynnae, who in turn smirked at the reference. �Get back to work. Your partner is waiting.�
    �Yes, Captain.� With that Lynnae left the office and went to the motor pool. June was waiting in a cruiser, relieved to see Lynnae walking confidently.
    �I see that the Captain let you live... today. Bet she made you sweat first. Right?�
    Lynnae buckled herself in and lowered the vanity mirror from her sun visor, checking her hair. �Sweating like a pig. I never want to be in that office again. Except, of course, when receiving an award.�
    �With me present. Someone has to protect your backside when you play the hero.� June pulled the cruiser out of the motor pool garage. The duo then had an argument over whose backside was being protected by whom. The cruiser disappeared into the distance, with the argument still in progress.
 

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