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[Show introduction: Theme music plays. A fast-paced action sequence of the two main characters, Lynnae and June. Running, jumping, dodging, shooting, and rolling, showing off their physical prowess while their breasts bounce underneath their police shirts. Gawking criminals, mesmerized by these antics, are easily subdued and handcuffed. The duo then stood back-to-back and went into silhouette, showing their ample shapes. Cue in show and episode title.]
 

1

Lynnae and June sat quietly, but nervously, in Chief Talbert's office. They wondered if they were going to be reprimanded for 'punishing' Lt Larry Harkin (The Lecher) for his latest escapade. The Annual Police Barbeque was held last week. Larry, despite what Lyn and June could do, managed to take a few revealing photos of the buxom duo as they changed for the volleyball game. The Lecher was caught, of course, and his camera was destroyed right in front of him. Next, the hopeless pervert was tied up and doused in lollywater... and dumped on top of a razorjaw anthill. Poor Larry had another week in hospital before his skin was restored.
    Talbert looked away from the desk terminal and leaned forward on his antique chair. The sound of squeaking springs made the duo jump in surprize. "Sorry," Talbert said. "This chair does need some maintenance. You two will be going undercover for the next two months. And before you say anything, the answer is yes. But this time you'll need nanites instead of plastiskin."
    Both cops frowned. The last two undercover jobs required them to use plastiskin breasts instead of nanites. "Didn't take much mindpower to figure that out, Chief," June said. She unconsciously pulled down on her shirt, making her basketball lungs stand out better. "We're not going to pose as nurses again?"
    "Nothing like that, June, but I know a few old men who would like to see you play nurse again." Talbert gave a sly wink to the duo, who in turn shook their fingers at him. "Mind you, that's gentle nurses and not combat vixens. Actually, this time around, you two will be teachers."
    "Elementary teachers?" Lyn asked. She was such a teacher for six years before becoming a cop. In some ways riding heard on 16 tots was much more challenging than arresting a crazed mountain white user.
    "Yes, Lyn, and that's why you're on this assignment. June will be your assistant. Now I imagine you want to know what this is all about?" Talbert was rewarded with two nods. "Okay. Our plants in the Flat Fronts have uncovered some information. There's going to be a raid on the Angelic community of Kendelborn during their Beautiful Bounty Barbeque. The Flats plan to kidnap several Angelic women and 'restore' them to normal. In the past five years the Flats had kidnaped six Kendelborn women. Those kidnaps were well-planned and executed. We believe that the Flats have an informant in Kendelborn. Your job is twofold. First, located and identify the Flats informant, and second, make yourselves perfect targets for kidnap."
    The duo nodded, but inside they thought sourly about the Flat Fronts. The Flats were the militant wing of the Flat Chest Society, an organization bent on outlawing the use of medical nanites for 'cosmetic' reasons. While the FCS lobbied, petitioned, picketed, and filled the airwaves with their rhetoric, the Flat Fronts went for direct action. The Flats were not above stealing, vandalizing, or even blowing up nanite manufacturing centers and offices of doctors that specialized in nanite augmentation. What really made them a source of terror was their penchant for kidnaping. Well-endowed women so caught were injected with breast-reduction nanites, all the while made to listen to FF propaganda. The result was new, ardent flat-chest advocates, ready to spew forth the FCS line. Not all of the women remained walking mouthpieces, for the women's husbands and boyfriends had them undergo deprogramming. All that could be said about that was the women had much better food served to them.
    June cracked her knuckles. "I've known quite a few Angelic women. I don't know why anyone would want to hurt such honest, beautiful people. If God gave Eve an Angelic body then the Garden of Eden would still be in use." June then gave Lyn a sly smile. "You know, Lyn, I'd say you'll look good posing as an Angelic woman."
    "That remains to be seen," Lyn countered. "At least we won't be wearing little nurse uniforms again." Lyn could understand the general FCS line. Bodyscuplting had come to its own when nanites were invented 200 years ago. And, like any other fad, nanites were all the rage. Back then it seemed women everywhere used nanites to enhance their busts or remove unsightly fat. As time past people realized they went a bit overboard in using those microscopic buggers and cut back on their use. That didn't prevent the formation of the FCS. Now, with their NeoLuddite allies, the FCS held sway with their philosophical influence over Earth. The only way a Earth person could get 'cosmetic' nanites and prolong treatments was to immigrate. This caused a steady stream of people to leave Earth and settle on other Commonwealth planets. Lyn agreed that gratuitous use of nanites had to be curtailed, but to deny a person the choice to do what they want with their own bodies? More and more Lyn saw the FCS and their deluded allies as people bent on making everyone in the universe as miserable as they were.
    Talbert broke Lyn out of her woolgathering. "Two other officers will be working along with you. The four of you will meet together at 2 p.m. and work out your cover stories. I'll be present to provide additional information." Talbert then went back to work on his terminal, indicating the meeting was over. Lyn and June had just reached the door when Talbert spoke again. "One more thing. Next time you dump someone on an anthill, please give them a chance to free themselves. At this rate our budget will be entirely spent on Larry's medical bills." That made the duo blush and bow in apology. This time they went through the door one at a time, even though Talbert had the door frame widen by 12 centimeters.
 

2

Four officers and their superior were meeting in conference room D. In addition to Lyn and June there was Chief Talbert, Zachary Vandecreek, and Paul Jarvis. Zach, Nadia's patrol partner, was 1.87 meters tall and wore his 83 kilos well. His brown hair was turning a dull grey; bright green eyes belied the age of his face. For a 68 year-old man Zach hardly looked a day over 40, but at times he felt twice his age. Paul, age 44, looked a bit more youthful with his dark hair and fair skin. Prolong was kinder to Paul, his face and health the same as that of a 25-year-old man. Only his hard eyes gave proof that he was older than his apparent age.
    Zach cleared is throat. "Lynnae, June, I want you to be honest. What's the typical picture the FCS wants everyone to believe about Angelican women?"
    Both cops thought hard, their thought balloons providing the answer to the viewing audience. A young woman, barely 18-years-old and clad in a white gown, was being manhandled by two black-robed musclemen. "You can't do this! I don't want to do it!" cried the young woman. In reply, the helpless woman's sisters and mother appeared before her. They, too, wore simple white gowns, but whereas the captive had no chest the other women threaten to bust out of their gowns with each breath.
    "Don't fight, dear. It's so much easier if you don't fight," the mother said in a soothing voice. As she spoke her hands were caressing her immenseness, making squeaking sounds.
    "I don't want to be like you! I'll do what I want with my own body!"
    The woman's sisters moved closer, their gowns actually ripping in several places from the strain. The duo spoke as one. "You'll change your mind once you have them." One of the guards applied a hypo to the prisoner. "You'll be bigger than us. Enjoy your new mass. It's bliss." The sisters' gowns ripped more, exposing the sides of their beachball breasts.
    The woman went wide-eyed as her bust grew at an impossible rate. "Nooooooooo!" She yelled as the gown was ripped asunder by breasts that surpassed beanbag size. Zach applied a pin to the thought balloons, exploding them just in time to save the episode's T14 rating.
    "That's what the FCS wants everyone to think," Zach said, storing the pin in his shirt pocket. "I was raised in an Angelican community. If given a choice, I'll do it all over again. I doubt if you heard the real story."
    "Please tell," Lynnae said. "As long as some crazy, bust-obsessed patriarchy isn't involved."
    Zach laughed. "Actually, that's not too far off the mark. Let's set the way-back machine to 2248. A colony fleet laid in an improper course, ending up in the wrong system when it left hyperspace. The colonists were fortunate that the system had an Earth-like planet and, after doing the usual battery of tests, determined it was fit for habitation. The ships landed and were disassembled, as was standard practice, for use of their materials. The colonists had decided they were staying for good." Zach stopped a moment to catch his breath. "It was a very generous planet. There was ample water, vegetation, and animal life. Crops practically grew themselves. The colonists named their world Angelica, for what better place can there be for an angel to call home? All what was needed to make the place complete were families."
    "It was after the first year that the colonists knew they were in trouble. A virus was killing their newborns. The doctors did what they could, but no vaccine could be had. Only one newborn out of ten lived to see their first birthday. Due to the local hyperspace conditions, the colony couldn't send a message back to Earth, and this was the time before hyper-capable drones. The Angelicans were truly on their own."
    "You can imagine what they were feeling. The women kept trying, praying, that their babies lived to see their first year. And each child's death was another nail in their coffin. The men tried to consul themselves and their women. But it was just as bad for them. They may have kept a strong facade, but inside the men were damning themselves. Damning themselves for not being strong and smart enough to save their children. The men worked themselves to death, trying to stave off their feelings of uselessness. But what they built only reminded them of what was happening to their world. They built playgrounds that remained silent, schools that would never be used, and huge houses with bedrooms that remained empty."
    June saw a tear go down Zach's face. She was surprized when she produced a tear also. Knowing that your efforts to make your world fit for your children, only to see them die, would sourly test the stubbornest person. Zach drew in a breath. "Then, in the fifteenth year, the doctors finally found a vaccine. They used it on the newborns immediately. It was two more years before they were sure, but they had one heck of a party when all of their kids lived to reach the age of two. Shortly afterwards a navy ship found the colony. In addition to installing a powerful hyperwave communicator, the colony also got their first medical nanite factory."
    "The Angelican women had spoken amongst themselves. They've decided to physically prove that they were more than able to nurture and provide for their babies. They also wanted to comfort and reward their men for their herculean work. To the woman they decided to have nanite augmentation."
    "And the FCS has a problem with that?" Lyn said incredulously. "Humanity has many strange traditions, but the Angelican one actually makes sense."
    "The FCS is a three letter word for Angelicans, Lynnae," Zach said with a wolfish smile. "Let the FCS banter all they want. For Angelicans, ample breasts are the hallmark of health and comfort. A tradition that's well worth continuing. We don't force women to enlarge themselves, and not all of them get as large as the traditional size. The truth be known, Angelican women only have large breasts for a fraction of their lives, typically 30 to 40 years thanks to prolong. Families are gentle matriarchies, with the women providing guidance and leadership. Perhaps if more people followed the virtues of hard work and honest love, there would be less crime in the world."
    "I can agree with that sentiment," Paul spoke for the first time. "But tell me, it seems to me Angelican women enlarge themselves to a certain size. What was the determining factor?"
    Zach grinned. "The original colonists had a lively debate on that subject. In the end it was decided that a bust measurement equal to a woman's height was just right. Big enough to comfort but not too big to interfere with normal daily routines."
    Lyn thought on that for a second. "Chief, don't tell me that me and June will be carrying watermelons on our chests again? It'll just be like The Tea Cup." For emphasis, Lyn placed her hands on her waist. If true, her bust, thanks to sixth generation nanites, will reach that point in three weeks.
    "I'm afraid so, Lyn. Even though you and June are ample to a fault, your cover will require you two to be traditional Angelican women. I hope that you've saved your bras from The Tea Cup case."
    June giggled. "Just be glad you weren't sitting next to me, Chief. Otherwise I would've shown you your age-gnarled kidneys."
    "Why did you think I'm sitting over here for? It was for self-preservation!" The Chief laughed, and was joined by his officers.
 

3

Three days later saw the four cops en route to Kendelborn, some 3,000 kilometers southwest of New Darwin. They were the only ones on the bus, and the trip took the better part of a day, despite the speed the counter-gravity bus could attain. June, Zach, and Paul gazed out the windows, watching the scenery go by. Smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on her dress, Lyn recalled the specifications on sixth generation nanites. It truly was a matter of speed. First through fourth generation nanites (1G to 4G) only differed in memory capacity, construction, cost, and durability. Those earlier generations could only expand a woman's bust a mere centimeter per day. Lyn recalled her undercover stint at the Tea Cup. She and June were injected with 4G nanites; it took those little buggers eight weeks to add the necessary 56 centimeters to their bustlines. Not so bad if a similarly-endowed woman wanted to stay that big, but June and Lyn had to return to 'normal' size. That was the clincher - it took twice as long to shrink than to grow. The buxom duo had to work on a surveillance team and the archives while the nanites took their sweet time to restore them.
    The duo could've gotten fifth-generation nanites for the Tea Cup assignment. 5G nanites could increase a woman's bust by 1.5 centimeters a day. Had Lyn and June gotten those nanites, then it would've taken only 38 days to enlarge their busts. Of course, that meant it would've taken 76 instead of 112 days to shrink them. But due to budget constraints, the duo had to settle with the 4G nanites.
    Common to the first five generations, the able to 'overwork' nanites existed. Overworked nanites doubled the rate a woman's bust could be built up. Like all good things, this had its price. A woman's bust so treated was the proverbial mess on the inside. Instead of taking twice as much time to shrink, reduction nanites would need four times as long - based on the original build-up speed. Adding 56 centimeters with overworked 4G nanites would take 28 days, but in turn it would mean 224 days to remove the added mass.
    That all changed with the newly-introduced sixth-generation nanites. First off, they were much more efficient, requiring less fat, the primary building material. That fat, in turn, could hold 100 times its own volume in air. Early nanites could only make fat pockets that held 20 times their own volume in air. With that advantage, 6G nanites added the proverbial 'inch a day' to a woman's bust, typically 2.5 to 3 centimeters. Overworking 6G nanites was possible, but really unnecessary due to their already prodigious speed. That speed to build breasts also applied in reducing them too. All and all a major leap forward for nanite augmentation - and reduction if needed.
    Lyn was glad that she and June had gotten 6G nanites. Both cops will have watermelon lungs in three short weeks, and be able to get rid of them just as fast. Lyn laminated the fact that she wouldn't be able to eat all the pizzas she wanted now, since 6G nanites were so good at what they did. Any excess fat would go where the body needed it. Lyn would rather have an overinflated bust than thunder thighs any day!

The arrival was uneventful. After securing a taxi the cops made for their house. Like all Angelican homes, it was huge. The two-story home had eight bedrooms and four complete bathrooms, something that Lyn and June really liked (giggle). After selecting her room, Lyn opened her suitcase and laid out her clothes on the bed. Next, she took one last look at her favorite bra, a lavender-colored 32H. The bras she would end up using in three weeks, four dull-white 32ZZZZs, were placed in a drawer all by themselves. Six special expandable bras will be used in the meantime. Specifically, starting tomorrow. Lyn and June had the nanites injected earlier today. Reluctantly, Lyn undid the clasps to her bra, knowing that it wouldn't be used until the job was done.

The next day the four cops did the necessary jobs and errands that a newly-arrived family had to do. This served to expose their faces to the people of Kendelborn. The Flat informant had to be under a rock not to notice the new arrivals. Zachary was the aged widower, Mr Lincoln. He was spending his twilight years in an ample house, hoping that he would be surrounded by many grandchildren. Lyn and Paul were playing the part of husband and wife. Paul was a mechanic, acting as the proverbial wrench monger. His 'wife', Lynnae, was an elementary teacher. June was the younger 'daughter' of Zachary, and was a teacher too. June had to laugh a little when she found out her role. Playing as Lyn's younger sister had to be Talbert's idea of a joke. Privately, June wanted to play the part of the wife. But then she considered the rumors about Paul being a bad kettle. In the end June decided to let Lyn deal with Paul. Besides, with her steadily growing 'assets', June was sure to land several dates in Kendelborn!
    Lyn and June also visited the elementary school where they were going to teach. Seventy percent of the teachers were women, and they all had the trademark watermelon bust. The only woman not to be so endowed was the principal, Mrs Nielsen. Like all Angelican grandmothers, Mrs Nielsen only had a very modest D-cup chest. Nanites were great, but even they couldn't win against the relentless power of Nature. It just wouldn't look right to have formerly proud breasts sag all the way to the floor. In her office, the duo waited while Mrs Nielsen read several transcripts.
    "Quite good records if I must say," Mrs Nielsen stated. "And I'm glad you've arrived. Mrs Parker had her first child two days ago and is now on maternity leave for the next six months. You two will take over her class. However, there are only twenty students in her class. Only one teacher is really needed."
    "If it's all the same, ma'am, I would still like to have my sister teach with me. She needs the experience and training. Having an additional set of hands in the room would be a great help." Lyn mentally giggled. She knew how it could get in a classroom. June truly didn't know what she was getting into.
    Mrs Nielsen looked thoughtful. "I can appreciate that. According to June's record, she only had three months of classroom time, and that was during summer school. Having actual semester time is much more useful." The principle wrote on her file pad. "Done. Both of you will start Monday. My secretary, Jenny, will write up the necessary paperwork."
    "Thank you, ma'am." The duo said. The rest of the afternoon was spent filling out paperwork and meeting the rest of the faculty.
 

4

Saturday evening the 'Lincolns' had a house-warming party. The neighbors came over, bringing home-cooked meals and gifts. The Lincolns gracefully accepted those gifts and placed them on the living room table. After all the neighbors showed up the dinner was served. The dining room was large; it had to be in order to seat 20 people comfortably.
    Zach and the older men traded stories and jokes. Paul, Lyn, and June talked with everyone else. Lyn was a little annoyed that all the older women, the grandmothers, kept asking her when she'll become a mother herself. It was to be expected; an Angelican woman only enlarged her bust shortly before she became 'blessed with child'. Paul actually had it a little rougher; his cheeks were pinched by those older women, all in the tradition to give him good luck.
    Being Saturday night, the trio thought they could sleep in Sunday morning. Not so, for Zach had to play the part of mindful patriarch. He roused his younger partners to get up and ready for church. June was still out of it, wondering why everyone was giggling when she came down the stairs. "Just what is so funny?" She demanded.
    Zach quelled his laughter. "June, I know you like to be unique, but don't start rumors about us just yet." He pointed to June's front. In her sleep-filled mind, she placed her bra on the outside of her blouse.
    "Oh God. Now I know why it was so hard to get this bra on." June blushed as she undid the clasp. She turned to go upstairs. "I'll be back down in a minute. Don't say a dang word about this!"

The service was almost over, the minister reading off various announcements. The church, like all Angelican buildings, was huge. It reminded Lyn of the one she attended every Sunday with her grandmother, with the exception that all the women either had D-cup breasts or watermelons. Lyn briskly looked at the other parishioners, especially the women. The FCS would like to have everyone think that Angelican women were perpetually falling out of their clothes. Of course, that was wrong. All the female parishioners wore huge blouses that covered their ampleness completely. One didn't need to see their busts to know that they were huge!
    The minister cleared his throat. "Everyone, it is now time to bless those women who've decided to expand their bosoms. Will those women come forward, please? Husbands are invited too."
    June and Lyn looked expectantly at Zach. He just grinned. "Whoops! I guess I should've told you about this. Just go along and blush at the appropriate moments."
    "Fine, Daddy," June said. "I was going to pinch you, but I would've pulled skin off that mug of yours. You'll have to settle for this." June gave a soft kiss to Zach's cheek. Lyn did the same to the other. With Paul, the duo got to the front of the church. There were at least 15 couples and six single women, including June, in the group.
    The minister shook hands with the young people, asking their names in the process. He stopped when he got to Lyn and June. "Let me say something about these fine young ladies." The buxom duo did blush appropriately. "Lynnae Stanton and June Lincoln, though already blessed with natural ampleness, have decided to expand their bosoms to the proscribed size. They are to be commended for undertaking this responsibility." With a smile, the minister placed his hands out in blessing over the group. "God, grant these women the strength to carry their bountiful charges. May there babies never go hungry." If it was possible, the duo blushed even more. "God, give these men the strength needed so they may provide for their women and children. Amen."
    "Amen," the congregation said. The people left church, and it seemed all the women had to look at Lyn and June's bust. More than one woman commented that if Eve was so endowed then nanites wouldn't have been needed at all. The buxom duo did take all the comments in stride, but their eyes were kept open. For all they knew the FF informant could've been one of the parishioners.
 

5

"Good morning, class. I'm Mrs Lynnae Stanton, your new teacher. My assistant here is Miss June Lincoln."
    "Good morning Mrs Stanton, good morning Miss Lincoln," the kids in the room replied. 20 bright-eyed faces looked at Lyn and June.
    "Thank you, class. A good morning for all of you as well. Now, I'd like each of you to tell me your name and something special about yourself."
    Like all little kids, each student wanted to be first. "I'm Julie Ungart, and I got a new bike for Christmas."
    "I'm Charles Marti. I losth my front tooth yetherday."
    "I'm Jeffrey Atkins, and my mom has bigger boobs than both of you. Are you old ladies?"
    Both Lyn and June had sweatbeads and throbbing veins on their heads. June looked sternly at the blunt little boy. "Jeffrey, don't you know it's impolite to say 'old lady'? Also, it's impolite to compare one woman's bosom to another."
    "Well, you two do have rather small boobs," Jeffrey replied, acting as if nothing had happen.
    June held her hands, preventing them from strangling the kid. "Jeffrey, they're called breasts. Not boobs, but breasts. You'll never get a girlfriend if you keep calling breasts by the wrong word. For punishment, you'll write the word 'breasts' on the chalkboard one hundred times, starting now."
    "No fair! Mrs Stanton, I promise to say the right word from now on."
    Lyn's face was set in stone, but inside she was laughing. She had decided to let June be the 'bad cop' in any 'good cop - bad cop' situation that arose. "Jeffrey, you'll do what you're told. Do you want your momma to know what you said?"
    "No." Jeffrey said weakly.
    "Good. Be a proper boy and start writing. If you're honest, I may let you finish early." Lyn let the unhappy boy write only forty times before stopping him. "There. I hope everyone has learned that if you don't have anything nice to say about someone, then don't say anything at all. Now, get your pads and pens ready. We'll practice writing the alphabet for starters."

"I thought the day would never end," June said as she ascended the stairs to her bedroom. "How could such little bodies keep moving like that?"
    "Little kids are storehouses of energy, June." Lynnae undid her blouse, allowing the garment to fall to the bedroom floor. Next, she opened a dresser drawer and drew out one of her expandable bras. "I swear, if I get much bigger I'll need a storehouse for these puppies." Sighing in resignation, Lyn rechecked the bra's current size: 32M. Due to its expandibility, the bra could go up to 32P. On schedule, the buxom duo were growing the proverbial inch a day. Their old habits from the Tea Cup were coming back, like avoiding bringing their arms straight up front. Otherwise, their arms would keep hitting the sides of their busts.
    June got to her room; her blouse already undone and thrown into a laundry hamper. She, too, was holding an adjustable bra, one capable of going from 36S to 36V. "That Jeffrey kid has all the hallmarks of the class troublemaker."
    "He's that for sure, June. Keep being 'mean old Miss Lincoln'. It'll make my job of disciplining them that much easier." Lyn was now wearing a flowing t-shirt that would be stressed by a proud pair of watermelons in 17 days. She waited at June's door.
    "Despite what you think, Lyn, I don't like playing 'bad cop' all the time. You certainly weren't all sugar and spice when you where a teacher."
    "Oh, if only you could've seen me in action." Lyn laughed. "Come on. Zach has dinner ready."
    "At least he can cook." June then grinned like the Devil. "I bet you can hardly wait to give Paul his welcome-home kiss!"
    Lyn rolled her eyes. "Can't you think out of the gutter at least once?"
 

6

The first week had past. The four cops had kept their eyes and ears open. Being the four newcomers in Kendelborn, they were asked questions about New Darwin and how they were treated. The FCS had stepped up its campaign in picketing doctor offices and augmentation clinics. Gauging what and how the people responded, the cops slowly drew up a candidate list. Kendelborn was a small town, having only 6,000 residents. A FCS informant had to keep a very low profile, but a few well-placed questions can speak volumes.
    Zach placed the finishing touches on the Sunday evening dinner. Barbequed jackalope ribs with honey sauce was the trademark Outback dinner, and Zach cooked the best ribs around. As the well-aged cop worked the backyard grill, June, Lyn and Paul were policing the vegetable garden for weeds.
    "Dinner's ready! Get your carcasses to the table!" Zach yelled in fake annoyance.
    "Okay, Dad!" The trio yelled back. They wiped their hands on fresh towels and made for the table. Zach had already divvied up the ribs.
    "Paul, let's start with what you found out." Zach applied some fired okra to Paul's plate.
    "Well, there's not much," Paul said after polishing off a rib. "Since Kendelborn isn't connected to the train line, the only way in and out of town is by private aircraft, shuttles, buses, and cars. Any unusual requests are known right off the bat. My co-workers are all married and seem quite happy. The wives of two of the guys arrive each day to hand-deliver their lunches."
    "How sweet," June crooned. "Lyn, why don't you do that for Paul?"
    Lyn poked June in the stomach. "Shut up. I bet you would've given Paul more than just lunch."
    Zach raised a hand. "That's enough. Lyn, June, what have you observed?"
    "Just happy little kids and doting teachers." June then took a bite of jackalope rib. "The school nurse seems okay. The same for the janitorial staff. The only irritation is that Jeffrey kid. On Friday he gave me and Lyn an apple, telling us that it would make us blow up faster. I had the little snot sit in the corner for that."
    Lyn took a swig of lollywater and wiped her mouth. "Even the school librarian seems fine. Good thing she never has to reshelve old-fashion books - her arms can't clear her front."
    "Ah, the fullness of youth," Zach mused. "I've spent my days talking to the elders here in town. They're much more interested in spoiling their grandkids and taking it easy than becoming anti-chest agitators. And yes, I've even talked to the tailors. So even the angle of a crazed seamstress has been covered."
    "Well, I guess that leaves the hawk-eyed lone observer type," Paul said, finishing off his fired okra. "The garage guys are incredible gossips, just as bad as any group of grannies. It'll just be a matter of time."
    "Paul, what do you and the guys gossip about? Anything about me?" Lyn sounded serious.
    Paul laced his fingers and twiddled his thumbs. "Well, I had to say something. You know, the usual of how you're a 'wonderful, joyous woman who's barely able to keep her hands off me'."
    Lyn was now pinching Paul's side. June and Zach were keeping their giggles quite. "What else, Paul?"
    "Well, I showed them that fake photo of you in your wedding dress. To the man they said that you were drop-dead gorgeous. They respected your decision to enlarge your chest, but they liked your original proportions very much. To be fair, they showed me photos of their wives. They were lookers too, but nowhere as radiant as you."
    Lyn blushed, and gave a quick peck to Paul's cheek. "Thanks, hubby. Perhaps I should bring you a lunch latter this week, so I can embarrass you in front of your friends."
    "Sure, honey. But be prepared to kiss me on the lips." Paul puckered up like a sea bass. He was rewarded with a bread roll shoved in his mouth.
    Lyn looked at June and Zach, both officers were trying not to laugh. "Do that, and the both of you will get two rolls each!"
 

7

"Okay, class, listen up. Today, since all of you have behaved so well, we'll do some finger painting," Lynnae said.
    "Yeah!" The kids were eager to become 8 year-old Picassos.
    "Now, put on your aprons and line up to receive your paints and paper." June and Lyn handed out the supplies and directed the students to the open common area of the classroom. In minutes the little tykes were making refrigerator masterpieces. Like any good teacher, Lyn and June gave out encouragement, making the students less insecure about their work.
    "June, I have to get some soap and towels. Can't let these kids go home with rainbow fingers."
    "Go ahead, Lyn. I'm sure these little runts will behave themselves."
    Lyn had scarcely gone four minutes when she returned, finding the room in utter chaos. The students had engaged in a hand-to-hand finger paint fight. All of them, including a miserable-looking June, looked like Indian warriors with streaks of red and green paint on their faces.
    "June, need I ask why this happened?"
    With sweatbead in place, June got up and twiddled her thumbs. "Well, it started when I commented on Jeffrey's painting. It was a portrait of his mother. He said his mommy was the most identifiable person in town because of her 'breastages'. I corrected him, say that the proper word was 'breasts'. He then said breastages again, saying that was what his mommy called them. Julie then called Jeffrey a dummy. He threw some paint, and that's how it ended up."
    The room was deathly silent. Jeffrey's hair was a mess. If it were an earlier age, the poor boy would've gotten his head shaved. Lyn wanted to do that, but had to settle for something less severe. "Class, after cleaning up this mess, you will write out the correct words to use when referring to a lady's front. Those words are: breasts, bust, front, chest, bosom, and ladybumps. Each of those words will be written out fifty times."
    The class moaned. "Make that sixty times and no further complaints. Mr Jeffrey Atkins, I will speak to your parents about your behavior. Just be thankful that you're not wearing the potty mouth hat."
    Jeffrey kept his mouth shut, but his upper lip quivered in fear. He was often warned that his smart mouth would land him in trouble, and now that it did he was scared of what would happen next. Needless to say he wasn't looking forward going home that day!

"June, did your makeup attack you today?" Zach grinned, oblivious to the daggers June willed into him and to an equally-bemused Paul.
    "More like that little snot Jeffrey Atkins. If it was allowed, I would've paddled him."
    "June, you can't mean that," Lyn said as she came down the stairs. Her huge casual shirt was like a layer of fresh snow over her growing bust. It's been ten days since the nanites have been working. In ten more their work would be done, and Lyn would have to wear an even larger shirt. "Jeffrey just needs a good lesson on manners. I've spoken to Mrs Atkins over the phone and she, her husband, and Jeffrey will be here in an hour. You can bet your buttons that Jeffrey will be full of apology when he arrives. Get cleaned up and dressed, Miss Devil Woman."
    "Devil-What?" June said incredulously.
    "That what Jeffrey calls you behind your back. Mrs Atkins told me so just now. After all, you're tall and anger shows up easy on your face."
    June walked to the stairs in a huff. "Anger? That little rat hasn't seen anger until tonight." June involuntarily threw back her shoulders, causing the top two buttons on her blouse to fly off. "Oh, fuddleducks! I just sewed those two on this morning."

The door chimed at 6:30 p.m. Zach (aka Mr Lincoln), opened the door and ushered in the guests. In the living room were Paul, June, and Lyn. June was ready to hear Jeffrey's half-hearted apology, but her mouth almost opened in amazement.
    Jeffrey wasn't lying when he said that his mommy had the largest breasts in Kendelborn. Mrs Atkins had proud mammaries that cleared her front by almost a meter. From the front, her bust went from collarbone to mid-thigh level. The huge woman wore a pair of slacks and a shirt that stuck to every contour of her bust. She gracefully sat down on an armless chair and pushed her breasts to her sides, enabling her to see forward.
    Mr Atkins was next. He was in a powered chair, the anti-grav a slight whine in the background. Settling down next to wife, Mr Atkins motioned to Jeffrey to follow. The miserable boy wore a white shirt, black tie and black pants. He kept his gaze on the floor.
    Mrs Atkins cleared her throat. "Thank you, Mrs Stanton, for providing us this opportunity for Jeffrey to apologize. But before he does so, we want to explain that it's our fault for Jeffrey's inappropriate words."
    "Well, not to sound crude, but little kids often repeat what they hear at home," Lyn smiled.
    Mrs Atkins was relieved to hear that. "Yes, Mrs Stanton. I and Carl should've saved our 'terms of affection' for the bedroom. Five weeks ago Carl was in an accident. He's an orbital construction worker, and during his shift a 10-ton beam crushed his legs. Since he didn't want artificial replacements, the doctors gave him nanites instead. In three more weeks his legs will be fixed and a bit stronger than before. But he'll need at least a month of rigorous therapy to get his legs up to snuff."
    "Brenda, are you saying what we were doing didn't count?" Carl said wryly. If she could, Brenda would've swatted Carl.
    "See what I have to put up with?" Brenda said, raising her arms in exasperation. "But blame me for that too. I wanted to provide additional comfort for Carl, so I had another nanite injection. My breasts went from the proverbial watermelons to beachballs in three weeks. Like any healthy Angelican man, Carl 'grew' to appreciate what I did for him." Brenda giggled when Carl placed a hand on her left breast.
    "Don't worry, everyone," Carl said reassuringly, "Brenda will return to her normal proportions next year. At that time she'll be taking care of three babies: me, Jeffrey, and hopefully a brand-new daughter. You see, we've just found out yesterday that Brenda is blessed with child. I'd say Brenda's new size gave me that extra encouragement to try."
    Brenda was downright embarrassed. "Carl! I just can't take you anywhere!" The room was filled with light laughter. "Jeffrey, it's time to apologize to Miss Lincoln and Mrs Stanton."
    The boy placed himself in front of Lyn and June. He raised his head and stilled his hands. "I'm sorry for my rude behavior. Both of you are pretty ladies with ample bosoms. Please accept my apology."
    What Jeffrey just said was a perfectly acceptable Angelican apology. Complementing an Anglican woman's front was a sure way to get forgiveness. June smiled. "Apology accepted, young man. Keep up that polite behavior and you'll certainly be married to a beautiful wife."
    "Thank you, ma'am." Jeffrey turned to his mom. "Mom, can we go walk in the park now? The lollybirds will be singing tonight."
    Mrs Atkins stood up, stilling her bosom with her hands. "Gee, even with a BMG (Breast Management Garment), I still have to keep my bust from shaking when I stand up. Mrs Stanton, we'll be taking our leave of you. We'll make sure Jeffrey will keep his word."
    Lyn nodded in approval. "I wish you luck. Little kids are preconditioned to test the limits of authority." As with Angelic custom, Lyn placed her hands on Brenda's front. That's what Angelic women did in the place of handshakes. The Atkins then went outside and walked down the overwide sidewalk to the park.
    "Now that's what I call commitment," Zach said. "Mrs Atkins is truly a dedicated lady. With a bust that big, her house has to be highly automated. I bet a machine helps dress her each morning too."
    June had another evil grin. "Sounds perfect for you, Lyn. If it weren't for me, you'll be wearing the same ratty old T-shirt each day after work." June quickly made her escape upstairs, but she felt Lyn's laser-beam gaze burn a hole in her back anyway.
 

8

Day 21. The Day. June took one last look at the bra before gracing her front with it. It was appropriately huge, going eight cup size past the letter Z. Her bust and height now shared the same number: 178 centimeters. It was the same story for Lyn, though she had fewer Zs after her bandsize.
    Checking her bra's fit and give, June then picked out a flowery shirt. After admiring her profile in a wall mirror, June went to Chandles Park for a late afternoon walk. There were the usual picnicking families, bicyclists, kids playing kickball, and young couples sharing shade under the trees. That last point made June a little sour. For the life of her, June was unable to land a date in Kendelborn. It seemed all the single men were locked up in a tool shed. Had June known that, she would've brought a cache of gorgeous hunks with her. She continued her walk, and then saw something that stirred the green monster of jealousy inside her.
    Lyn and Paul were sharing some shade under a tree. Keeping in line with their cover, Lyn acted like any other Angelican woman, offering her bosom as a pillow rest for Paul. June expected Paul to enjoy himself, but there was another stir of jealousy when she saw Lyn.
    June often wished Lyn would make more of an effort to use makeup. A few strategically-applied strokes of blush would do wonders for her dating prospects. It appeared that Lyn decided to take that advice and run with it. June kept her famous jealousy under control, but with an effort. Lyn's platinum-blonde hair had now grown past her shoulders. In combination with her oversized bust, captivating face, and short stature, Lyn was the epitome of an Angelican goddess. Little fires came to life in June's eyes. Dang it! I should've been the pretend wife! It's not fair! June looked away, about to stalk back home when she saw hope. There, scarcely 20 meters away, was an available hunk. A hunk with a capital 'H'. He was a good 15 centimeters taller than June and had a face that came off of Lyn's romance novels. The cute blue headband made him more desirable.
    The green jealousy monster now satisfied, June walked confidently toward the man. She got a good look at his hands - no engagement ring. Alright! Now I'm set! She thought. The man looked at June to acknowledge her presence. That was the excuse she needed. In a deft move, June gabbed the man's hands and placed them on her bust. Understandably, the man wanted to pull his hands back, but June held them firmly. "Hi! I'm June Lincoln. I couldn't help but notice you standing here all by your lonesome."
    The poor man had a throbbing vein and sweatbead on his forehead. "I'm Hank Daniels. I've heard about you, ma'am. You're one of the new teachers at the elementary school, right?"
    "That's right. I'm also a lonely, vibrant, heathy young woman who would love to spend time with you. Are you available for lunch next Tuesday? I would really like to get to know you."
    Hank had to nod in agreement. In Angelican communities it was the woman that initiated the dating ritual. Moreover, Angelican men were taught that women were to be treated with respect until proven otherwise. June may have been abrupt, but so far she hadn't given any reason for Hank to say no. "It'll be a pleasure to talk with you. May your company be as comforting as your bosom."
    June giggled at the required compliment. She let go of Hank's hands. "May your strength see you through each day. Tuesday, noon, at Bartley's." Turning, June grinned like an imp. There, let's see how Lyn will take that! Walking proud, June got home first before Lynnae and Paul. That meant she got the bad news first too.

The sun disappeared over the horizon and the painted sky becoming duller. Paul and Lyn walked back home hand-in-hand. They've put on the appearance of a happy couple, hoping that their act was good enough to attract the Flat's attention. Guiltily, Paul admitted to himself that he wouldn't mind spending a few more afternoons resting on Lyn's bosom. He wondered if she found it as enjoyable as he did.
    Had he but known, Paul was right. Lyn, too, wouldn't mind spending a few more lazy afternoons with Paul. Despite what the FCS kept saying about oversized busts, Lyn discovered that she actually liked her new size. She knew she couldn't keep it after the assignment, regulations being regulations. But, after retiring from the force and getting married, Lyn would welcome the prospect of carrying a watermelon bust again. It all depends finding a man who wouldn't mind being smothered with huge lungs everyday!
    The woolgathering ended when the duo entered the house. Zach and June were waiting. "Hi," Lyn said with sugar. "You must be miserable, June. You hadn't landed a date for over three weeks. Don't you wish you were assigned to the Cloud 9 job instead of Nadia?"
    "I would like to make my usual reply to your poor attempt at humor, but something just came up." June's face was dead serious. In her hand she held a pamphlet. She handed it to Lyn with urgency. "It's from our friends, the Flat Chest Society, and someone else."
    Lyn read the pamphlet title, Can angels see their toes? A case for the joys of being small chested. It was the standard FCS dribble, but on the lower left corner were three words written in ragged red letters, You're Next. FF.
    "Well, we certainly got someone's attention," Lyn said firmly.
 

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
 

9

Next morning, after church, the Lincoln family called the Kendelborn Police. A detective was sent, interviewing the family and placing the FCS pamphlet in an evidence bag. After twenty minutes the detective left, with his word that police patrols would be increased in the neighborhood.
    Zach undid his tie. "Well, that should be enough to let the Flats know they've riled us. We can expect more reminders showing up in the next few weeks."
    June sat down on the couch and undid the top five buttons on her blouse, fanning air to her chest. "If the Flats expect to induce terror into me and Lyn they can forget it. They'll be the ones begging for mercy when we catch them."
    "Or it can all be a ruse," Paul said. "Perhaps they'll snatch someone altogether different."
    Like the benevolent patriarch he was playing, Zach stroked his chin in thought. "All true. For all we know it's Mrs Atkins they're after. They may see her as the perfect example of frivolous breast expansion."
    Heading upstairs, Lyn undid the buttons to her blouse. "They better not figure on catching her. She'll probably smother any fool who'll try."
    June giggled. "Oh, like you were trying to do to Paul last night in the park, right? Just one little turn of the head and Paul would've died in asphyxiated bliss."
    Lyn turned to face downstairs, placing her hands on the bottoms of her bracups. "At least he would've died honestly. You, though, will have some trouble ahead. You didn't read the preparation report all that well. Zach, tell June what the significance of a man wearing a blue headband means."
    Zach arched his eyebrows. "June, you didn't put the moves to such a man, did you?"
    June looked puzzled. "Yes. All evidence said he was single and available. Why else would he be standing alone in the park?"
    "June, Angelican couples do use wedding rings. But for engagements the males wear blue headbands while females have red ribbons around their necks. And Angelican women are very protective about their men."
    Just then a knock came from the front door. June redid her blouse while Paul went to answer. On the steps were a tall man and an obviously-focused short woman. "Good Morning," Paul said. "May I have the pleasure to know your names?"
    The woman, practically the same height as Lyn, had her eyes locked onto Paul's. "I'm Faith Kellogg. This is my fiancé Hank Daniels. I want to have words with June Lincoln. I will talk to her outside, so I won't disrespect your house with my manner."
    Zach looked cooly at June. "You've better go. Just follow along and everything will be okay."
    "Great, what have I gotten myself into?" June lamented. She went out on the porch. Looking down at Faith, June was taken aback when the shorter woman slapped her across the face.
    "Impudent girl!" Faith steamed. "You've clearly tried to steal my man away. The other couples in the park saw how you walked over to him like a cat would to a mouse! I had scarcely left for two minutes when you made your move! You may have captivated men in New Darwin, but here you have to be more proper!"
    June stood there, knowing that she couldn't deny Faith's accusation. June liken herself as a connoisseur of fine men, and she had let her lust and jealousy do her thinking last night. "Miss Kellogg, how do you suggest we settle this?"
    Faith grinned. "In five weeks it'll be the Barbeque. We'll settle the matter there. We will engage in a series of physical tests to determine who'll earn the right to marry Hank. The marriage will occur after the contest."
    A sweatbead appeared on June's head. "Ah... you sure you want to do that?"
    Faith stepped on June's foot and poked one of her breasts (NB). "You have no choice in the matter. This will be settled in the traditional way. You will keep your distance from Hank until the Barbeque. Or else we'll settle the matter now."
    "No argument. I'll see you at the Barbeque."
    "A wise choice. G'day." At that Faith turned and pulled a despondent Hank behind her. June went back inside, only to face a stern Zach. "Well, little lady, you've certainly made a mark. Using your ample charms to ensnare a man will certainly move you up on the Flat Front's list."
    "Thanks, Daddy. I know I could always count on your support." Resigned, June went upstairs to change.
 

10

The exchange between Faith and June was known all over town by Tuesday. One could hardly throw a dead cat without hitting someone who had an opinion about the impending contest. The teachers at June's school have all sided with her, giving her advice and tips. Even the kids were encouraging June to work out more. The supply of apples wasn't in danger of drying up.
    The fifth week rolled around. It was a Wednesday when one of the kids raised her hand during the question period. "Mrs Stanton, can angels see their toes?"
    Lyn looked at the little girl. "What made you say that, Tammy?"
    "Well, I found this paper on the ground while walking to school. It said that big breasts serve no purpose. It said that love is not expressed by the bosom."
    It's the FCS on the rampage again, though Lyn. "That's what some people believe, Tammy. You must know that you're a living expression of your parent's love."
    "Then why does she have a big chest?" Tammy replied like any 8 year-old.
    "Hmmmm... Well, your mother had so much love in her that she had to grow a huge chest to express it."
    "Then what about Mrs Teller? She has a small chest. Does that mean she has less love to show?"
    "But she had six wonderful children. Her love of life was so great that she and her husband decided to make more of it."
    Tammy's face lit up in comprehension. "Oh, so does my daddy's pot belly mean he loves food a whole bunch?" The other kids giggled.
    "Enough giggling, class," June scolded. "It's not nice to make fun of a person's appearance. Let's have another question."
    Jeffrey Atkins raised his hand. "Miss Lincoln, do mice fart?" Another round of classroom giggling erupted.
    June shook her head. "I can always count on you to ask such questions, Jeffrey."

It was lunchtime when Lyn and June received their guest. It was Della Parker, a reporter for the biweekly Kendelborn news file, The Kendelborn Bee. A native of the town, Della had gone to New Darwin University and earned a degree in journalism. She came back to help run the town's paper. With only 10 people on staff, Della did several jobs, one of which was interviews.
    Lyn looked at Della, sensing her puppy dog enthusiasm. Compared to everyone else, the young reporter had breasts just under basketball size. Lyn mused that Della must be at her natural size, only waiting to enlarge herself when she gets hitched.
    Della tapped her pen on the table. "Okay, time to write something up. I would like to hear from both of you on how you're finding Kendelborn so far." The interview proceeded with the usual questions, including the one on when Lyn is expected to have children. June couldn't help but playfully poke Lyn's tummy, making her laugh. Della wrote away, not missing a word. Then she looked at June. "Miss Lincoln, are you looking forward to the match between yourself and Miss Kellogg? If you win, what will your plans be?"
    It was Lyn's turn to poke June in the belly. Not only was the winner expected to marry Hank, but also be blessed with child a short time thereafter. A woman who shown her obvious health and vitality on the field of conflict should then take on the greatest challenge of all - motherhood.
    June shied away Lyn's poking finger. "Well, all I have to say is that Hank had better be good with tools. He'll have to add a whole new wing to the house to hold the children."
    "That's the spirit, June!" Lyn chimed, earning a glare from her tall friend.
    Della closed her file pad. "Well, that's enough for my story. I expect the next time I'll see you will be at the Barbeque. Good luck." Della offered her hand, and June took it, giving the reporter a firm handshake.
    "Thanks."
 

11

The Kilo Kut was a steakhouse in Kendelborn. The cops decided to treat themselves to an expensive dinner in the sixth week of their assignment. It also gave June an excuse to wear an evening dress, one with copious amounts of cleavage on display. Body paste held what little of the dress she wore to her skin, but she got few looks from eligible men. They all believed that June was going to win the contest, so they decided to divert their energy, and eyes, to other single women.
    Lyn had on a more modest dress, but a fair portion of her bosom was exposed. She certainly kept Paul's eyes on her. "I take it all of you heard about Mrs Atkins?"
    Zach looked like he bit something sour. "Yes. The Flat Fronts are known to do such things, but this was sick. Putting that doll on her doorstep was an exercise in cruelty." The doll Zach referred to was a typical Angelican mommy doll. What was different about it was that the doll had its' breasts removed; in their place were bloody bumps. Jeffrey saw the doll and practically cried his eyes out, his mother doing her best to comfort and consol him.
    "Well, I can definitely say the guys at the shop are eager to smash faces,." Paul said after downing the last of his beer. "There's even talk of forming night patrols. The FFs have some nerve, telegraphing their punches this way."
    June looked around the restaurant, her eyes finding Hank and Faith at a far table. Even at that distance the protagonists exchanged lightning bolts and sparks. June turned back to her friends. "Well, thanks to the fountain of info in the form of the beauty shop, it's appears to be just us and Mrs Atkins. She's an obvious one, but me and Lyn are teachers. Just what will the little kids learn when they see two authority figures get kidnaped and have their boobs shrunk?"
    Lyn finished her glass and firmly placed it back on the table. "They'll learn that big boobs aren't worth the bother. Classic 'get'em while they're young' thinking. Zach, have you talked to the Kendelborn Police Chief yet?"
    The old man nodded. "Yes. Chief Wilson is the only cop here who knows about us. He assures us that he's doing the best he can. Even the State Patrol is sending in units to assist. The FF loves to build up publicity before they kidnap women. This is going right into their hands."
    "But not for long, Zach." June cracked her knuckles. "We'll succeed. The FF will have to be renamed 3F - Fall Flat on our Faces."

Lyn finished drying her arms, throwing the towel into a hamper. Next, she turned on the bathroom's built-in hair dryers. Lyn combed her hair for a good five minutes before June walked by. The bathroom door was wide open. "Lyn, were you raised in a barn? What if Paul saw you like that?"
    Paul would probably faint. Lyn had on a silky, oversized tanktop and a lacy, flower-patterned panty. If June needed another reminder that Lyn was a goddess then this was it. "June, you're jealous again. Paul is my 'hubby' and would give me wonderful compliments."
    June folded her arms under her watermelon bust. "You know, you look like one of your story heroines. I've just finished Queen of my Heart, and boy did it suck. I mean, you have the heroine, an incredible warrior queen with a sexy body and great power. But she gave up her empire to become a farmer's wife. Why, if I was the queen, I would surround myself with huge, strong men who would do my every beck and call." A thought balloon showed June's vision to the audience. In a simple dress that wasn't even trying to cover her bust completely, June was being tended by handsome muscle men. But then a SD (super-deformed) Faith Kellogg arrived and destroyed everything. Sadly, June let the thought balloon pop.
    An audible giggle escaped Lyn's mouth. "Oh, I see that you've kept yourself busy with all those novels I loaned you. Getting ready for Hank and his tender embrace?"
    In a huff, June undid her robe and exposed her own tank-top clad bosom (NB). "That's assuming he can get his arms around me. Paul must be a contortionist in order to hug you."
    Lyn would've replied, by Paul stopped by. He cooly eyed June and Lyn's tops. "Girls, aren't you a little old to play 'who has the biggest bust'? Only insecure college girls play that game." Only the fact that both girls slipped on the wooden floor allowed Paul to reach his bedroom in one piece.
 

12

Ten days shy of the Barbeque saw Lyn's class taking a field trip. The little tots were shown the various kinds of plants, trees, and animal life in the fields around Kendelborn. Being such a nice day, the kids wanted to play games and chase jackalopes. Lyn relented, letting the tots play a game of kickball. After that came lunch and a nap break. Under the shade of streamer trees, the kids took in their 40 winks.
    June walked around, checking on the tots. She had to giggle when she saw Lyn 'resting her eyes'. On either side of Lyn was a child, which in turn were resting up against Lyn's considerable ampleness. It made Lyn look like an Angelican mother taking a nap with her kids. June took several photos of the scene. Perfect embarrassment material to show the guys back at the station.
    Then, like a thunderbolt, a thought occurred to June. Jeffrey wasn't to be seen. With urgency, June woke up Lyn. "Lyn, get up. Jeffrey's gone."
    "He was here for lunch," Lyn said as she gently pushed aside the kids and got up. "He's probably gotten lost. Have the bus driver call the Kendelborn cops and start your own search."
    June nodded. Looking up, she spied a tower in the distance. "Boys being boys, he probably went to the tallest object in sight. After calling the cops I'll check that microwave transmission tower."
    "And I'll keep these mutchkins under close watch. Good luck."
    After making the call, June went for the tower. Seven minutes later she reached the site. It simply wasn't a fenced-in power transmission tower - it was a microwave reception dish. Kendelborn had no power plants. Each building had its own solid-state battery system. Once a week, an orbital power platform sent a power beam down to Kendelborn's receiving station. From there, the power was sent via a series of microwave towers to each building in town. As a result, there were no ugly and potentially dangerous power lines in use. The only danger came if a person got in front of a microwave beam, but he would have to be 20 meters tall in order to get hit. Or fall into the ground receiving dish.
    That was when June's heart started to beat hard. The two sets of security gates were not only opened, but gone. Virtually running, June entered the enclosure. Counting on the gates and fences to keep people out, the 20 meter-wide dish only had a simple rail around it. And next to one of the rail supports was a child-sized spoon. "Jeffrey! Are you here?" June went to the railing, looking down into the dish. There, to her shock, was Jeffrey.
    "Miss Lincoln! Help!" The little boy was near the bottom of the dish, trying to pull himself up. The surface was nearly frictionless, and for every two centimeters Jeffrey went forward he was sent back one. He could've made it out by himself, but the top two meters of the dish was sheer wall. And that wall had a frictionless surface too.
    "Jeffrey! Make for the wall! I'll get you out."
    "The wall's all slippery. I keep falling down!" Jeffrey said. He then broke down in a fit of sobbing.
    "Mr Jeffrey Atkins! You stop that crying right now, or I'll make you wish that you were eaten by a bushbear! Now start crawling!"
    "Yes, ma'am." Jeffrey said in-between sobs. Having made several attempts before, Jeffrey crawled his way up the dish. June laid down on her stomach as best as her oversized bust would allow, poking her head over the side. Her right arm went down.
    "Now, jump up and grab my hand." June tried to reach down further, but she realized that if her bust went over the edge, she'll lose her center of gravity and join Jeffrey in the dish.
    "I'm scared." The poor boy was barely able to stand up on the slippery surface.
    "Jeffrey, there are times to be scared, and this isn't one of them. You better jump, or 'mean old Miss Lincoln' will paddle you to death!"
    The boy managed a weak smile. He jumped, and June pulled some muscles in her right shoulder as she tried to gain a few more crucial centimeters. It wasn't enough. A handspan distance separated the two, and Jeffrey fell and slipped halfway down the dish.
    "Try again, Jeffrey." June then heard a sound that made her sick. A buzzer went off, followed by a voice warning. "Attention. Attention. Power reception will occur in one minute. Step away from the railing. Attention..."
    "Miss Lincoln, may I be scared now?" Though truly frighten, Jeffrey managed to crack a joke.
    "Not yet, young man! Get back over here!" June thought furiously. She knew she couldn't get any closer due to her bust. There had to be something... ah-ha! June rolled over and undid her belt. There, she thought, that oughta do it. Holding the belt in her left hand, June leaned forward again. Her hand had a death-grip on the belt. "Jeffrey, grab the belt and hold on."
    "My knees hurt. I can't get up." Jeffrey had reached the wall, but was scared of slipping again. The warning came on again. "30 seconds to power reception. Please move away from the railing."
    "Young man, you may have broken you mama's heart, but you're not gonna break mine! Now get up and grab the belt!"
    Now motivated by fear, Jeffrey slowly got up and reached for the belt. His right hand grabbed the buckle firmly. "Got it!"
    June hauled the boy up, not caring that she pulled muscles in her left shoulder. With five seconds left, June got the boy over the rim. The two got away from the dish just as the transmission commenced. For a full ten seconds the dish received beamed microwaves. "Reception complete," said the automated voice system. "You may now approach the railing."
    Grimacing in pain, June sat and looked down at Jeffrey. The kid had his crying face buried in June's chest. "You had to play explorer, didn't you?" June patted Jeffrey on the back, comforting him.
    Jeffrey pulled his head out of June's bosom."Yes, Miss Lincoln. I wanted to look around." He didn't protest when June wiped away tears from his face. "This place was open, and all I wanted was to look at the dish."
    "Didn't you know this place is dangerous? You could've been fried like a steak." June tapped Jeffrey's nose, making him giggle. "Your parents will ground you for a whole year, but you'll be wiser for it."
    "Yes, ma'am. But I didn't mean it. I was pushed in."
    June looked stern. "Pushed? You better not be lying, Jeffrey."
    "No lie. Someone pushed me from behind and made me drop my spoon."
    "We'll see, young man. Time to take you back to the bus." June got up, carrying Jeffrey in her arms. The little boy got more than he bargained for today, and he was fast asleep in moments.

Kendelborn Police and Highway Patrol cars were at the field trip site. The power reception station was given the works. It was discovered that the surveillance cameras were gimmicked to transmit a previously recorded day's worth of images. The security gates were found in some nearby bushes. As for the mysterious person that had pushed Jeffrey into the dish, the forensics people were still working to find physical evidence.
    June was at the bus. Della Parker had just finished interviewing her and had gone off to talk to the Police. A doctor was now checking out June's strained shoulders. "Hmmm. This is one of the few times that having a generous chest is problematic. Had you been a bit smaller you could've reached further and not strain a muscle."
    June shook her head. "All the same, it was worth it, Doc. So I'm going to live?"
    The elderly doctor had a wry grin. "You'll be sore for the next few days. I'll do a more thorough check on you back in my office this afternoon. But I can say with certainty that you'll be ready for your contest with Miss Kellogg."
    June sighed. "Thanks for reminding me. I'll be happy if you're the one providing first aid. But it'll be Miss Kellogg that'll need your attention."
    "Perhaps, but taller people do get injured more often, Miss Lincoln. Now it's time to check Mr Atkins here. G'day, ma'am."
    "G'day, Doctor." June looked on as the doctor went to check on Jeffrey. The little boy was in the arms of his mother. Mrs Atkins may have some words to say about Jeffrey's sneaking off on his own, but for now she was glad her little angel was saved.
    June was startled when Lyn appeared before her. "Well, for a woman who generally doesn't like kids you certainly made an exception for Jeffrey. I took some photos of you carrying Jeffrey to the bus. All in all you were the very model of a caring Angelican woman."
    "Same for you, Lyn, letting those no-neck monsters use your chest as a headrest. Now we have embarrassing photos of each other. What have you gathered from our police friends?"
    "Not much, but then again Chief Wilson will tell Zach all he knows. Needless to say, the guy running the reception station will have a lot of questions to answer."
    "I'll say." June then saw Brenda approach. "Well, it looks like Mrs Atkins is going to give her thanks." June stood up, ready to shake Mrs Brenda Atkins's hand. She was totally unprepared for the grand bearhug Brenda gave her instead. June's face was buried deep inside Brenda's blouse-covered cleavage.
    "June Lincoln, I'm forever grateful that you saved my son. For that, you'll always have a place in my home." Brenda released June, letting the bewildered woman catch her breath. For her part, June an appreciative smile and sweatbead on her face.
    "Thank you, Brenda. Does this mean that Jeffrey can call me Aunt June now?"
    "Why, that's a wonderful idea! You'll make a great honorary aunt. Jeffrey, you've finally got yourself an auntie that'll spoil you rotten!"
    Lyn couldn't help but pinch June's cheeks. "Now you'll know what I've gone through with Sam and Carla!"
 

13

Now only a week shy of the Barbeque, the four cops were lounging on the patio, drinking iced tea. Lyn held her glass to her forehead, letting the condensation run down her arm. "You're the celebrity of the moment, June. I bet the Flat Fronts are eager to snag you next week."
    June took a draw from her glass. "I've always been a celebrity. Now that I'm Jeffrey's auntie, he keeps talking about how I'm a 'nice, graceful lady' to everyone he meets. The only benefit is that he behaves himself in class now."
    Zach couldn't let that go. "Well, he better behave. Image the embarrassment he'll go through if you paddle him in front of his classmates. Since now you're a member of the Atkins family, you have the right to do that." Zach grin caused June to blush.
    "Heaven forbid! I'll just rot his teeth with sweets and my cuddly personality. Now, what's the story from Wilson?"
    The old cop took a sip of tea. "The facts point to the reception station technician. He did sign in that morning and contacted orbital control for the weekly reception. The local police are continuing their investigation, but I sure hate to think they'll pin it down to that man. People are already making him out as a scapegoat."
    "Mr Linstin doesn't strike me as being irresponsible," Paul said, dabbing his forehead with a handtowel. "He also works part-time at the garage. He's a sad widower that's gone to drink to settle his nerves."
    Lyn stood up and stretched. "The Flats must really have it in for Mrs Atkins. If Jeffrey had died, then Brenda would've been much more receptive to brainwashing. If she's the primary target, that is."
    Zach took a quick sip of ice tea. "The Atkins now have around-the-clock protection. The Flats won't strike yet; they'll wait until the Barbeque for the increased media coverage." Zach got up too, yawning. "I'm going to turn in now. Good night."
    "Good night? Aren't you gonna give your daughters a hug?" Lyn playfully said.
    "Oy. I'm glad you two aren't my real daughters." A bit of the Devil flashed in Zach's eyes. "If you were, I would've made you get larger breasts!"
    "Now you show your true colors!" Lyn giggled as she gave Zach a good-night hug.

"Run fast, Miss Lincoln. Feel the burn!"
    "Yeah. You're way cooler than Miss Kellogg!"
    "Children," Lyn commanded, "Miss Lincoln has to concentrate. Training is serious business."
    The children looked despondent. "Yes, Mrs Stanton." Outside on the playground June was practicing for the 'fight' between herself and Faith Kellogg. The class wanted to encourage her, and Lyn agreed. Clad in grey sweats that were appropriately baggy, June did 25 laps around the soccer field. The sports bra she wore was strong enough to stop a tank, but at least it allowed her to breathe.
    Next came pull-ups. As June demonstrated to the tots earlier, pushups and situps were out of the question. Then the group went inside to the faculty weight room. The machines in the room were designed specifically for Angelican women, allowing them to exercise their arms and legs in complete safety. The children counted off the repetitions with glee, making June that more determined to finish.
    "That felt good." June wearily rose from the leg lift machine, massaging her calves.
    Jeffrey handed her a towel and drink. "There you go, Auntie June."
    "Why, thank you Jeffrey. You're so sweet."
    "Auntie June, I've been meaning to ask. If you and Miss Stanton are sisters, then why are you two so different?"
    June laughed, making some of the drink come out her nose. The kids said 'gross' in unison, and giggled. June mopped her face with the towel. "I get that question often." She winked devilishly at Lyn. "Perhaps Lyn was adopted and raised by a pack of bushbears."
    "June! Not in front of the kids!" Lyn playfully commanded. Walking with a good kind of tired, June went to shower and change, while Lyn herded her charges back to the classroom.
 

14

Only wispy, delicate cirrus clouds graced the sky at the start of the Beautiful Bounty Barbeque. In a park made specifically for that purpose the festivities commenced after a ceremonial ribbon cutting of the entrance. The Barbeque was a celebration of life, health, and good eating. Especially good eating. Jackalope ribs, either baked or grilled, were served in abundance. Gummy beans graced each plate and lollywater filled the iced cups.
    There were the usual games. Horseshoe toss, lawndart bull's-eye contests, croquet, and badminton. But everyone wanted to see the contest between June and Faith. A crowd formed at the start of a quite serviceable confidence course. Lyn's students were there too, all wearing T-shirts that said 'Go Teach'. June made a final check on her sweatsuit - and the 10 kilo backpack she was carrying. Faith had her own pack too. She paced at the staring line like a caged tigeras.
    "Auntie June, I have another question," Jeffrey said, handing June a squeeze bottle.
    "Go ahead and ask. After all, I'm supposed to know everything." She took a quick drink from the bottle.
    "Can you and Mr Daniels wait a few years before having a kid? I mean, I'll only be an uncle by nine years if you had one now."
    June pinched Jeffrey's cheek. "You're assuming that I'll win. Besides, I'm just a friend of the family, not a true aunt."
    "Oh. Sorry for making that assumption. For when you assume, you make an..."
    "Don't say it, Jeffrey. You'll have to watch that smart mouth of yours." June winked wryly at the now-embarrassed tot.
    "I know. But can I give you a good-luck hug anyway?"
    June picked up Jeffrey and gave him a gentle embrace. "Thanks, honeybunny." Mrs Atkins came over and relieved June of her burden. Now at the starting line, the Defender (Faith) and the Usurper (June) waited for the starting whistle. The official stated the rules of the competition, making both women agree to them.
    Paul and Zach were in the crowd, watching. Having received basic training in the Home Guard, Paul knew the confidence course was based on the same principles. "Zach, just what is the reasoning behind having the women run the course while wearing a backpack?"
    "Oh, it's a reaffirmation of a woman's strength, agility, bravery, and dedication. The course proves that a women is more than capable of taking care of herself and her family. The backpacks are used to make the course more challenging."
    "It can't be just that, Zach. After all, June had run the course a few times herself back at the Academy and for Home Guard training."
    The older cop nodded. "Well, if I recall, those two will have to duke it out in a mudpit at the end of the course. Something for the men to look at, I suppose."
    "Zach, you better remove that grin or else it'll stay on your face."

"On your mark... get set... " The official then blew on the whistle. The women sprang from the starting line, heading for the first obstacle - the log walk. June was surprized by Faith's speed. It seemed the little woman knew the course by heart and didn't hesitate at all. Consternation growing, the tall cop was falling behind; Faith was already at the 8 meter hand-over-hand crossing. This stupid backpack is slowing me down, June thought. Even with my oversized boobs I should be keeping pace with that ape woman Faith.
    The crowd had now shifted to the mud pit. The kids were still yelling encouragement, giving June the will to move faster. Faith had a misstep, allowing June to catch up and then surpass the short woman. The last obstacle was the cowpatty minefield. June was a moving spring, her feet always landing in a clear spot. Her bosom did some bouncing of its own, thought there was no danger of it busting out of the sweat top. June reached the finish line before Faith by a clear 15 seconds.
    Both women were filthy, covered in dust, dirt, and the odd twig. Faith's hair was a mess, and June couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, ape woman, what's it going to be? A proper fist fight, or silly slapping and hair pulling?"
    Faith was livid. "You know, since your homely face is so dirty, I can't tell if that was a joke or not. You'll need to wash your face - in MUD!" In a jackalope bound, Faith pushed June backwards into the mud pit. Then, with a Amazon yell, Faith jumped into the pit. The mud was flying, and the women fought to gain the dominate hold on the other. The nosebleed symbol (NB) blinked rapidly on the viewer's tri-dee sets. The sight of clinging, muddy sweats over melon-sized breasts was cheesecake in its richest, decadent form.
    June knew that she couldn't win, but she wanted Faith to earn her victory honestly. Again, June was surprized by Faith's strength and determination. The little woman had pinned June's arms and was squeezing June's midsection with her legs. "Do you concede?" Faith demanded.
    "I yield. Uncle!" June said. Faith let go, allowing June to fall face-first into the mud. The crowd cheered and threw flowers at the winner. Hank jumped into the pit and gave Faith a crushing embrace, not caring that he was getting covered in mud in the process.
    June was helped out of the pit. The students surrounded her and wiped off as much mud as they could. "We still think you're cool, Miss Lincoln. You'll get married yet." Tammy offered.
    "Thanks, Tammy. Can you pull off my boots?" The kids got mud on their hands and arms as they removed June's boots. She wiggled her toes in relief. "There you go, Tammy. Angels can see their toes!"
    "You're silly, Miss Lincoln."
 

15

Zach unconsciously stroked his ear. The four New Darwin cops wore micro-communicators tuned to the same channel. Chief Wilson was at the Barbeque and had his comm badge primed. The police chatter was light, mainly consisting of bad jokes. June and Faith were in the showers. The women were well guarded, as were the surface routes leading out of the park. Zach wondered what the Flats had in mind for their kidnaping attempt.
    Lyn was watching a children's puppet play. It was the venerable Punch and Judy Show, and the tots laughed as the puppets bonked each other on the head. The puppet Judy then produced a hose and doused the crowd with dye. The kids loved it but the parents certainly didn't. The puppeteers stood up. "Sorry, folks. Judy just got a little excited. We have free T-shirts in all sizes. Who wants one?"
    The kiddies all wanted a free tee. The parents agreed. "Well, if everyone will follow us, we'll give out the T-shirts in our tent." The puppeteers lead the gaggle of giggling kids and doting parents to the tent. Lyn's practiced eye noticed the location of the tent. It was right next to the main road in the Park, which in turn had a straight shot to the highway, or to a clear field for a waiting shuttle. "This is Bravo 3," Lyn said into her throat microphone, "I may have something. I'm at the puppet show tent."
    "Do you want assistance?" Chief Wilson replied.
    "That's affirmative. Advise the gate to stop any vehicles. I'm going in. This channel will remain open."
    "Affirmative, Bravo 3."
    Lyn walk nonchalantly towards the tent, her hand briefly dipping down into her cleavage to retrieve a palm-sized stungun. She also opened her fanny pouch and pressed a button. It was an antistun shield she carried, but it only had a duration of two minutes. At the tent entrance, Lyn noticed that no sound came from inside. Her stun gun ready, Lyn dove in and assumed a shooting stance.
    There were only two other standing people in the tent. And both of them were hauling unconscious Angelican women into a freight van. The fathers and children were in a stun-induced sleep. "This is the Police! Hands in the air! Now!" Lyn's voice startled the would-be kidnapers, but they recovered fast, dropping the women they were carrying and producing their own stunguns. They were quite incensed that Lyn had a stun shield up, but they had theirs on too. The kidnapers charged Lyn, confident that they could subdue her easily.
    It's a common mistake to assume that an overbosomed woman couldn't defend herself. If that woman was a cop who used her bosom in hand-to-hand combat... well, the attacker would get seriously hurt but would love every minute of it. Lyn employed her 'bust-butt' maneuver. Due to her increased size, Lyn was able to deliver a much more devastating ram. The first attacker was knocked down, his lungs empty of air. He would've had a blissful smile, but Lyn's foot to his crotch prevented that.
    The second kidnaper was a woman, her not-so-small bust held in check by a strong bra. She fancied herself as a kung-fu master, kicking and throwing punches. Lyn was unimpressed, landing her own blows on the woman's chest (NB). Then in a deft move, Lyn turned fast, using her bust as a blunt instrument. The kidnaper was smacked dead in the face by Lyn's watermelons, sending her down for the count. "This is Bravo 3. Send backup ASAP to the puppeteer tent. I got two badguys for the paddy wagon. This cannot be their only attempt, over."
    "Copy that, Bravo 3."

Zach walked the Midway, on either side of him were game booths and refreshment stands. One appealing amusement was the ball room. Tens of thousands of hollow plastic balls filled an oversized bin. Little tots immersed themselves in the plastic sea and not-so-few adults joined them. One of those youthful adults was Brenda Atkins. She did her best attempt at a backstroke, but her motion caused her bosom to cover her face with each forward move. She was certainly happy, and Zach had to admit he found the sight amusing, not that he would tell anyone else! Brenda came to a rest and allowed her body to sink downward into the balls. Then she was out of sight. A minute passed, then two.
    Zach recalled with alarm of what happened at the puppet tent. The balls were being recycled at a steady rate, but there was a big replenishment a few moments earlier. With that in mind, Zach went for the entrance of the ball room. He got onto the slide and went sailing into the ball sea. Regaining his senses, Zach had a few awkward movements reaching the spot where Brenda had disappeared, allowing himself to sink.
    He was not disappointed. There was indeed another chamber below the ball room. Zach landed on a extra-thick mattresses. With decades-honed reflexes he drew out his stungun and enabled his stun shield. "Freeze! This is the Police!"
    Brenda was in the room, along with three other people. Zach quickly found that the other people, most likely Flat Front members, were unconscious. "Mrs Atkins, are you alright?"
    "Haven't felt better in years! Imagine my surprize when I found myself surround by these three misguided souls." Brenda nudged one man with her foot. "They tried to subdue me. But one of them had to be a hopeless pervert and cop a feel. That made me mad, since only my husband is allowed to do that. In private, of course! So I did what any woman would've done: defended my honor."
    "I'll take your word, ma'am. You can spell out the details later. But for now I'll give my real identity. I'm Zachary Vandecreek of the New Darwin Police. Me and my friends were placed on an undercover assignment here in Kendelborn. We were to prevent the Flat Fronts for carrying out kidnapings on Angelican women. But in this case it seems my assistance wasn't required."
    Brenda smiled as she walked over to Zach. "I knew there was a guardian angel looking out after my family. Now it seems the good lord tasked an army to watch over us. Your concern about my safety does need to be rewarded. Care for a nice Angelican hug?"
    "My mother and aunts were Angelican, so I can only say it's fair. But be gentle; it doesn't take much effort to crush the breath out of a moving carcass like me."
    Zach did get that hug, by the way (wink).
 

16

Paul worked the baseball field. Mixed teams were playing softball just for the fun of it. It was comical, watching the women trying to catch ground balls. More often than not the women joined the softballs on the ground. The attending children got a laugh seeing their mommies fall on both kinds of pride. Apparently a few people had too much fun. Two women collapsed on the field. The hectic pace of play drained them of water and energy. A team of paramedics came and administered aid.
    Paul was nearby, observing the paramedics do their work. He didn't recognize the two men. He turned slightly and spoke softly into his throat microphone. "This is Bravo 4. Are there paramedics named Kester and Pagler employed by Hollybrook Hospital?"
    "Negative, Bravo 4." Chief Wilson replied with concern. "What's your 20?"
    "At the baseball field. Should I apprehend?"
    "Wait two minutes. Backup will arrive at that time."
    "Affirmative, Bravo Leader."
    Paul didn't get those two minutes. The bogus paramedics sensed something was afoot. With practiced concern, the two women were loaded into the ambulance. Confirming their true identity, the Flats tore away when they spotted the approaching uniformed cops. The Kendelborn cops didn't use their guns, fearing that they may hit an innocent bystander. But Paul thought of something much better. He had his garage minicomp with him, and quickly went through a few menus. The Flat kidnapers may have been practiced actors, but their choice of disguises and getaway vehicle was not so good. They were also not so bright in having the vehicle worked on in a Kendelborn garage. The ambulance was serviced by Paul just two days ago... and the maintenance codes were still in the minicomp's memory.
    The Flat driver was horrified when the repulsar-lift engine died. The ambulance landed solidly on the ground and skidded for over 50 meters. Every attempt to restart the vehicle was meet by a computer voice saying 'diagnostic routine has been engaged. Please wait until all tests have been completed'. Next, the kidnapers tried to flee on foot, but the doors were locked - and Paul turned the cab's heating system to full-bore. Paul reached the ambulance, but he had the Kendelborn cops wait a full three minutes before unlocking the doors. The Flats were totally out of it. They didn't care that they were placed under arrest. All they wanted was to drink something cold and remove their sweat-soaked clothes. As the Flats were herded into a paddy wagon Paul released the women from the ambulance. He got his appreciative Angelican hugs too (wink).

Overall, there were four attempted kidnapings in the space of 10 minutes. The only result was the intensification of the police presence and the display of the captured Flats. Chief Wilson looked intently at the nine Flat Front kidnapers. They all looked at the ground, caring not to be burned by Wilson's penetrating eyes.
    Zach, June, Lynnae, and Paul were there too. June had showered and changed into a new set of clothes. She wore black slacks, a long-sleeve white shirt and a yellow ascot. As always, June looked good in everything she wore, or almost was wearing (wink).
    "June, how did you capture your guys?" Lyn looked at two particularly youthful Flat members. The two men were scarcely 20, their faces were flushed red in shame.
    The tall police woman stood proud. "With the simplest of ease. Somehow the Flats gained access to the service tunnel under the women's locker room. They had me dead to rights, but they did nothing. For at least six minutes they gawked at the sight of my incredible sexy body in the shower spray. I only knew they were there when I wrapped the towels around me and left the stall. I got one, while Faith got the other."
    "Interesting. How did Faith reacted when she found out that you were a cop?"
    June checked her ascot, making sure that it stayed puffed out. "Quite well. Faith admitted that she would've been easier on me in the mud pit had she known about our assignment. Faith was a Marine and retired earlier this year. Kendelborn is her home, and she had her nanite injection three months ago. More importantly, she kept exercising. That explains how she moved like a jackalope on the confidence course, even with watermelon lungs." June had to giggle. "Of course, she had to wait 15 years to get her new assets. They're not allowed in the Marines."
    "And what considerable assets she has." Lyn had to giggle too. "I take it from the way you're dressed that you'll attend Faith's wedding this afternoon?"
    "Of course! Me and Faith had made up. I'm going to be her maid of honor. I very well couldn't refuse that gesture of respect. Besides," June said with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm sure I'll find a perfectly eligible hunk at the party afterwards!"
    Lyn wanted to reply, but Zach broke in. "Girls, as much as I hate to interrupt your cunning wit, I believe you should take a gander at the Flat woman. The one with the breasts."
    Of the arrested Flat members, only two were women. And one of them had quite appreciable breasts. Lyn scrutinized the woman; she seemed familiar. Looking her over, Lyn's eye settled on the woman's fingernails. Fingernails with red polish. "I wonder," Lyn said absently. Reaching down her cleavage (NB), Lyn produced a small spray vial. Down the line, the Flats received a spray of plastiskin dissolvent. The Flats employed varying degrees of plastiskin makeup, but the busty one used the most. Long, thick icicles of plastic formed on her chin.
    "God in Heaven!" Chief Wilson exclaimed. "It's Della Parker."
    At the mention of her name Della raised her head. The crowd around her gasped as they saw her possessed face. "Self-indulgent fools! You brought this upon yourselves! You and your perverted use of breasts! We would've succeeded if it weren't for those meddling cops!"
    "That's smart talk coming from a criminal." Wilson's rock face matched wits with Della's possessed eyes. "I knew you since the day of your baptism. What made you convert to the FCS and the Flat Fronts?"
    If Della had her wits about her, she would've stayed silent. But it was clear that her anti-breast hatred controlled her voice. "All of you are living a lie! You're using bosoms to seduce and control your men! You're conditioning your girls to inflict themselves with unnecessary mammaries! Your boys will have no choice but be seduced by hyper-inflated women! The only people who gain are the doctors who inject the expansion nanites, the tools of greed and perversion!"
    Zach had enough. "Belch and Fart! What did you eat for breakfast, and where can I get it?" Zach's words made the crowd laugh. Della cursed the crowd, making the parents cover the ears of their kids. "Now, now, mind your tongue," Zach said sternly. "Angelican women know what they are doing when they enlarge themselves. You must be really insecure about women who take the responsibility, as well as the joy, of being large."
    Della's eyes blazed with new fanaticism. "No! People are decedent by nature. If they could, women everywhere would be immobilized by their breasts! Nanites are the worst thing since gunpowder. You've turned a wondrous tool into a symbol of waste and lust!"
    June slowly stepped towards Della. "Oh, so by your standards, what you did here in Kendelborn was perfectly acceptable. Even so far as manipulating Mr Linstin and pushing Jeffrey Atkins into the dish?"
    Della was rapped up in her diatribe, failing to realize what she was saying would damn her in a court of law. "Yes! All the better to convert Brenda to our cause. Her son was nothing more than a product of lust, not love! All the children here are the products of bust-induced lovemaking!"
    The crowd went ugly. Wilson's cops formed a line, but Brenda Atkins slipped by. June was able to stop her, but only after Della was slapped hard across the face.
    "And to think you babysat Jeffrey for all these years!" Brenda was livid, and a few buttons on her blouse failed, exposing the upper part of her anti-gravity bra. "You were a poisonous viper that I clutched to my bosom. You're not even worthy to be pitied!" Brenda spat at Della, the spittle running down her face and off an icicle of dissolved plastic. "May your heart be empty and your womb be barren."
    Della didn't even flinch at the mention of the strongest insult an Angelican woman could give another. "You haven't heard the last from us! The Flat Fronts will prevail!"
    June had enough of Della's verbal diarrhea. "That's enough from you, Della! I bet those aren't your real boobs! I best remove them just in case they're bombs!" June produced her own dissolvent can. With dexterity, June pulled open Della's shirt and let loose with a blast of bioglue dissolvent. With wide eyes Della hacked and wheezed.
    "Damn you, June! You're poisoning me with that stuff!"
    "Shut up, criminal scum!" June said in jest. "Now let's take off those boobs. You've played dress-up for far too long!" With a firm hold, June tried to pull off Della's basketball lungs (NB and JF). "Why... won't... they... come... OFF!" June's effort only resulted in Della's shirt being ripped at the seams, exposing her bra.
    "OUCH! Stop that! THEY'RE REAL!" Della screamed. The crowd gasped in surprize. They assumed that since Della was a Flat, her breasts had to be plastiskin. Even June showed her surprize.
    "A Flat with real breasts? Who would've figured on that?"
    June felt cold when Della settled her eyes on her. "June! We will have our revenge on you! We will find and make you one of us! You're doomed! Doomed, I tell you!" Then she laughed a wicked, possessed laugh. The children hugged their mothers for protection, wishing the mean old lady would just go away. Two Kendelborn cops dragged Della into an awaiting paddy wagon and drove off.
    "There goes a very unhappy person," June observed. She then looked at the crowd. "Hey, everyone, let's get some joy going here! It's time to go to Faith and Hank's wedding!"
    And there was much rejoicing. Yeah!
 

[Epilogue - 10 Days Later]

In the women's locker room at Central Station, Lynnae and June were showing holographic photos to Amber MacRoy. The little cop smiled and giggled as she saw shot after shot of the buxom duo in their guise as Angelican teachers.
    "I must say both of you were radiant! Especially here, Lyn!" Amber displayed the shot of Lyn 'resting her eyes' with two of her students snuggled up next to her. Lyn blushed appropriately. "And June, I doubted that you had maternal instincts, but this shot proves that you have them." The scene of June carrying Jeffrey Atkins to the bus was shown next.
    June looked a little bashful and proud at the same time. "Thank you, Amber. At least someone here believes I could make a good mother."
    Lyn looked rueful. "I never doubted you, June. It would've been interesting had you won the contest and married Hank. Your mom would've been proud."
    June looked a little sad. "True. But that would mean retiring from the police. Angelican women are expected to stay at home while raising their kids. I want to make captain before retiring."
    That comment made Amber raise an eyebrow. "Only captain? I can easily see you as police commissioner. You could've had all the cigarettes and coffee you wanted."
    "But it wouldn't look right for a commissioner to hazard the world with a huge chest," Lyn sourly added. In her lap was her favorite 32H lavender-colored bra. "I'll miss my watermelons, seeing how wonderful being so big was. Men opened doors for you, seating you at cafes, getting sincere compliments about your bust." She held up her bra. "In 14 days I'll be able to wear my favorite bra again. At least that's something to look forward to."
    "And that's not all," Amber beamed. "Nadia is back from her undercover job on Cloud 9. You have to see her to believe it."
    As if arranged on cue, Nadia Junker entered the locker room. June had long considered Nadia a rival where dating was concerned. Nadia's exotic looks were born of the best elements from her German father and Hindustani mother. Nadia had brown skin, dark blue eyes, and dark red hair that, in combination with her 190cm frame, made her a goddess in the flesh. June's jealousy flared to life, especially when she saw that Nadia had breasts. And that was breasts with a capital B.
    "Nadia! You look so... healthy!" Lyn exclaimed, unable to stop staring at Nadia's front.
    "Thanks, Lyn! I must say you're positively glowing yourself." Nadia's giggling caused her new bust to bounce. "Thanks to my 'ware, I was able to read what you guys did in Kendelborn. You must've had tons of fun."
    June was also staring at Nadia's front. June had to agree that for a woman who was previously flat, Nadia was even more of a goddess now that she had breasts. "Sorry we can't say the same about you. What was your job on Cloud 9, hmmmmm? How many old men died wishing they could touch your front?"
    "June, that was crude! I see the jealousy monster is alive and well in you! But fear not! I'm no longer in competition with you." Nadia raised her left hand and spread her fingers. On her ring finger was a simple gold engagement ring.
    "Root a Boot, Nadia!" The girls gave Nadia congratulatory hugs. Lyn smiled wickedly. "So who is it? A rich old banker, or an up-and-coming corporate tycoon?"
    "Lyn! You're just as bad as June! My beloved just so happens to be a Marshal, an exceptionally cute one at that. I went undercover as a bunny waitress, and meet Harold quite by accident. He was undercover too and also equipped with wetware. We formed quite a team." Nadia decided to throw a barb at June. "He's a charmer, and we spent many a night sharing stories... in my bedroom."
    Nadia had to giggle inside while observing June's reaction. Relieved that Nadia wouldn't be in competition anymore, June nonetheless wished that she had the Cloud 9 assignment. "I wish I had your job, Nadia. It would've been fun seeing your butt get creamed by Faith in the mud pit."
    Nadia shook her head. "You wouldn't have enjoyed it, June. As I said, I ran into Harold by accident. All the men I served drinks to were old, older even then Talbert. I had enough living fossils putting credits down my front to last me a lifetime." I hope that story is good enough, she thought. True, Nadia was assigned to Cloud 9, but not to pose as a bunny waitress. She decided not to tell her friends what she really did at Cloud 9, and just how ultra-buxom she became. That will have to wait for another time.
    Nadia's friends were now staring at her face. She had that distance look in her eyes, a condition indicating that she was accessing her wetware. Subtly, Nadia looked back, mouthing the words 'do what I do'. "If you're wondering about my bust, I've decided to keep it. The bunny girls were required to have oversized breasts. I decided to go with basketball lungs." Nadia cupped her breasts. "Now I know what I've been missing for all these years! My mother is especially proud of me."
    June joined Nadia's act. "I bet she is! Your mom must be happy that her 'little girl' has breasts. In two weeks I'll be back to my normal size. Even so, you'll still outbust me by at least seven centimeters."
    Amber shook her head. "No, more like twelve. I bet she can wear your bras if necessary."
    "Speaking of bras, let's see the one you have on, Nadia. Is it nice and lacy?" Lyn undid her shirt, exposing her own impressive, but reducing, bustline (NB).
    "I'm happy to oblige." Nadia undid her shirt buttons. "I've just seen Quartermaster Wooster. This bra is bland, but at least it's bulletproof and strong enough to stop a truck. But my bust isn't the only thing that I brought back with me." Nadia opened the backpack she had with her. Out came a black-coated miniature Dachshund, its wagging tail fit to knock over a skyscraper.
    "Cute! He's adorable!" June got down on one knee, her shirt hanging open. She was surprized when the little rat dog tried to get inbetween her breasts. "What's the rat's name? I hope he didn't belong to Mr Big."
    "His name is Smudge. Mr Big didn't own him; Smudge's vice is entirely his own." Nadia raised her arms, the bra doing an admirable job supporting her front, saving the show's T14 rating. "Where's the man who wouldn't love to rest his head on my ample beauty? Smudgy loved to sleep between my boobs while I watched tri-dee."
    There was a commotion above the officers. Then a ceiling panel fell, followed by an animated shower of blood. After the brief downpour came one Lt Larry Harkin (The Lecher). It was quite plain that he was spying on the foursome. The sight of three top-heavy, shirtless goddesses was too much for his blood pressure.
    The group circled him, and Smudge growled in challenge. Amber had her shirt off too, though she wore a silky tanktop instead of a bra (Remember, Amber gets breasts in the eighth season. - PV). She stared down at Larry's overstimulated body. "You Pervert! I bet you were up there for hours! That meant you saw me change clothes. Lech! Did you get your jollies up seeing me in my underwear?"
    "The same goes for us, Lecher," Lyn pretended to be a baseball pitcher, her right fist mashing into her open left hand. "You've broken the sanctity of this locker room. You will be punished."
    June spoke next. Larry didn't see her face due to her considerable bust. "We've destroyed your bugs, recorders, and peepholes. What will it take to make you stop spying on us?"
    Nadia got down to one knee, her beautiful face wrapped in wickedness. "Take a good look, Lecher. This will be the last thing you'll ever see. Smudge, kill him."
    Larry paled as Smudge growl menacingly, barring teeth. The scene ended abruptly as Smudge leapt out of Nadia's hands and right at Larry's face.

[End Credits: still shots from the current episode and theme music plays. Ends with the duo in silhouette. Fade to black.]


 

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