Mickey Tangible

By Blake Isaac Gordon

The sun stretched across the union between countryside and the ocean's flirtatious effacement. The last of the summer's rain had long moved on leaving the golden autumn to keep the ocean's company till winter's arrival.

            The monorail followed its track racing over the heavy concrete dikes.  The giant gray jacks clashed with friendly blue waters. The old barriers no longer required in a much more ecologically tame present day.

            John sat in the back of the train, trying not to glance from his evening news. Yet all around him were distractions of personal entertainment.

            A group of factory workers lingered on the front bench, each talking about their plans for the weekend. It was slightly different, but it always involved drinking and having fun. To the right and back, were students taking time to review one last note or calculate one more problem. Then there were the admins, like him, all sitting in small bunches clutching their PCR's tight to their laps. Each had a different expression of private happiness as images of their families, friends, or favorite shows flickered across their eyelids.

            To John, his piers were the most irritating.

            The factory workers along with the students got off first leaving John half alone.

            The extra space prompted the admins to be a little louder with each of their own individual lives.

            John crouched lower shuffling his sheets of newspaper. John was probably the only one that even bothered to purchase a paper. Not that it really mattered; most of the print was automated search and display functions for the near infinite personal blogs across the AN.

            His train came to his stop and he waited for the last three individuals to disembark before he got to his feet.

John steadied himself for the on-going rush of people. He deposited his paper in the recycler taking a moment to linger at the clothing display.

            He glanced at the inanimate female mannequin wearing a soft gray blouse with snug looking pants. Her waist seemed small compared to her curvy hips.

            John let lose a personal smirk. So this year's fashion required some hips. Very nice, he thought.

            John rode the sidewalk as far as it would go. Then he began his thirty-minute walk to his home.

            John didn't mind the walk, it was his main source of exercise and it gave him what he craved most, privacy. John had restored the pre-century house a long time ago and couldn't believe the useless space inside. But wasted space gave him a quiet place to think, to plan.

            The lights were off, with the only source of light being the sunset spilling through the windows. The warmth reflected off his bamboo floors and made his interior come alive. John loved his home.

            John headed to his most private room. The large wooden doors greeted him with a green access prompt and his breathing became quick.     

            Inside his room rested a giant round bed. An enormous green sheet covered his bed and hid his most prized possession.

            John playfully pulled the sheets back trying not to wake Julia.

            The linen drifted off her legs, past her hips and then he stopped. His fingers trembled with anticipation; for he had no idea how large his Julia would be, not after she received one of the most powerful Hormone Control Inducers he had ever devised.

            The sheet came free from a mountain of pearly flesh covering his Julia's entire torso.

            John couldn't believe the site for he had never made any woman this big before.

            Julia stirred from her nap trying to sit up. Her breasts collected in her lap. She smiled and beckoned for a hug.

            John didn't rush over; he had to admire his work. Julia lounged on his bed with only the tiniest of red panties and nothing else.

            Her hair remained in the youthful style of long bangs and a short back. Her rich brunet hair made her brown eyes deep and full of playful mirth. She smiled then yawned.

            Her deep inhale made her feracious breasts cascade across her hips, her nipples pointy dots of red resting on rich circles of wholesome [red]. He had done his work well.

            "Good morning my sunshine, it's Friday. And look- I brought you a present."

            John placed within her reach a single plastic bag filled with brightly colored capsules. Julia loved her D-taps often consuming six to eight a day. John didn't mind gathering huge amounts of mood-modification substances even though it was risky. Those tablets made his woman happy allowing him to get [perfect] sex whenever he asked.

            Julia took out two blue tablets and dry swallowed them.

            John knew Julia had to be running from something, but he had no desire to find out what as long as she continued to be his obedient sex toy.

            "I have another surprise for you." He added with a gentle touch to her foot.

            "Another injection?" she asked with a subtle slur. She stretched forward allowing her boobs to roll off her lap. She positioned herself upon her massive breasts and stuck her rump playfully into the air.

            "How'd you guess? Can you still move around okay?”

            Julia eyes blurred and her smile thickened. "I can takes lot more injections if you promise to loves me and takes care of me."

            "That I promise."

            John jumped up from the bed and opened his hidden safe. He removed a large arterial hypo and placed a half full vial in the dispenser. The fluid inside sloshed from his excited hands.

            Julia's eyes widened with surprise when she saw the dose, but she said nothing.

            John pushed back her hair and traced out the warm artery on her neck. He checked the hypo one last time and then...

            "FREEZE!"

            John pulled back in panic as his house exploded in sounds and lights. Harsh red and blue beacons erupted outside as numerous strangers violated his home.

            John dropped the hypo, the vial exploding when it hit the floor

            A woman with short red hair walked into view. She wore the form fitting graphite gray suit of a Data Detective. Her triple gold bars reflected her achievements as if written out.

            John was in trouble.

            She came forward glancing at Julia with a mild detachment. Her dark blue eyes and decisive movements made her allure more lethal than beautiful.

            "Mr. Hillfer, you are charge with the illegal activities on the CSD codes 001, 012, 024b, 024d. You have the right for representation, the right of a trial, and the right for rehabilitation. If you elect any or all three they will be provided as a service of the State." She didn't even have a tablet out, it all came from memory.

            Already the data snifters had hacked into his home's database. He had little hope for an innocent plea.

            A set of cold handcuffs was secured to his wrist. Pair of medic-techs were helping Julia off the bed.

            Her eye's still sparkled with her artificial euphoria, but even now the realization sifted through.

            "No, I don' wanna go. No outside, I don' want to go OUTSIDE!" she screamed as the techs secured her support vest and led her out the front door.

            John watched, feeling sick, as he witnessed his home powering down. One officer pulled him forward, and he left his home for a very long time.       

            John waited in a very dreary room. His hands itched wetly with dread.

            The rehabilitation waiting room had very little to look at. Everything was a neutral white with only a single table to focus on.

            And the only thing on the table was a single yellow rose. John knew the exact meaning: friendship, innocence, and compassion.

            To think, after all those years of hard work, and well timed promotions he would end up in rehab. Somehow they had caught him. Even after covering his tracks with expert thoroughness the data-hounds had nailed him.

            But how?

            John slouched but refused to close his eyes. Sleep had become impossible. Not when his mind spun with all the worry of his coworkers talking, talking about him.

            The central door opened a tall and slender female doctor entered the waiting room. She wore a white frock, medical cap, and carried a small data clip, which she had tucked under her arm. Her eyes were green.

            "Mr. John T. Hillfer, please this way." She gestured once through the door.

            John obeyed and followed her into an even sparser room.

            The walls were a pale blue and a single white desk sat in the center of the room.

            The doctor took a seat behind the desk and opened her data clip. John wondered if he would sit or remain standing.

            "Please pull up a chair," she stated while nodding to a simple plastic chair right behind him.

            John knew the ploy, complete and total submission. He would take the chair and place it where she commanded.

             "Good," she said, not looking up. A small strand of blond hair poked out of her cap, "Mr. Hillfer, do you know why you're here?"

            John cleared his throat before giving his answer. "Yes. I'm here for rehabilitation for the crime of holding a young woman captive in my home."

            The doctor's icy green eyes cracked, "More than that. John, do you know what a Mickey Tangible is?"

            "No, I do not."

            "Your case is classified as such. Mickey Tangible is the term we use in the clinic for individuals such as you. Mr. Hillfer, you are obsessed with making your fantastic desires a reality."

            John kept his face neutral. To be grilled by such a plane looking woman made his nerves grate. But he'd been lucky, at the time of arrest the fines had remained small, and even though he lost his job, his work ID would have no permanent marks. But still- he hated every second of every moment, here.

            "Mr. HILLFER, you know what you did wrong."

            "Yes doctor, holding a person against their will is wrong even if an agreement had been reached defining the relationship."

            "Partially-Correct and you know what must happen."

            "Therapy"

            "Yes." The young doctor began rapid tapping on her data pad. "I'm going to suggest an aggressive treatment schedule. You should be ready for a review in two months."

            Two months, John thought. He would be incarcerated for sixty days, and that was the best case. "I understand."

            "Good, then we can begin." The doctor pushed her clipboard to the side and folded her hands-on the center of the desk.” Your desire for women with excessively large breasts is an emotionally degenerative impulse. Repeat this back, please."

            John felt the bile build in his throat. But the words came easy. All he wanted was to go home and have a fresh brewed cup of coffee.

            John's first week of rehab did not bode well with him. The personal items within the facility were sub-par at best. By Thursday he had removed every last strand of his facial hair, and shaved his head to a quarter of an inch.

            On Friday, his mental physician noticed the change.

            "Good morning Mr. Hillfer, time for today's exercise. If you could be so kind and dim the lights."

            John never understood why she insisted that he modify the room's lighting, he was sure her tablet could do it all.

            "And I see a change in appearance. Care to comment?"

            John hated these kind of questions for they could get him in the most trouble.” …felt it was time to express a physical change that matched my mental uplift," John couldn't believe how easy that answer came.

            His doctor jotted down some notes and began her presentation.

            John hated this part the most.  Twenty minutes would be spent on viewing images of people with endocrinal imbalances. Yet the time spent in passive viewing gave him time to think, how had they caught him?

             The images shown were mostly of young women with enormous breasts of miss-matched shapes and appearances.

            John kept his irritation in perfect check. He was familiar with most of the images, and considering most were fifty years or older, he wondered why they were of relevance.

            Endocrine modification was safe even if done by an amateur. Yet his mental doctor, in her form fitting white vest and unassuming breasts, kept droning on and on of horrible disfiguring conditions.

            "And that is why excessive desire can be both damaging not only for you, but to those who you care about. Mr. Hillfer, do you have any questions or would you like to comment."

            "None at this moment." How had they caught him, he wondered?

            John heard the fast scratching of a stylus pen. He caught the doctor’s gaze, she did not look pleased and gave a downward glance at herself.

            He couldn’t swallow and the sick in his throat kept building.     Had he been staring at her front all this time?

            "That concludes today's therapy. I'll be waiting at 0630,” her gaze leveled even with his eyes, “sharp!"

            John heard the subtle stab of her last word. It seems he would have to become sharp as well if he ever wanted to leave this place.

            John's next week fared no better or no worse. His days lost meaning except for his daily dose of submission from his unnamed medical practitioner, the unremarkable blonde. Yet he still fathom his mistake that led him here.

            John read his summons one last time. Today would be his first evaluation. The skin on his face bristled with perspiration. If things went well, he could be home by the need of the week.

            John opened the double doors. The smell of indoor pool filled his senses with simple treatment salts and the warm greeting of clear water.

            His doctor sat at a glass table for two. Her reedy legs were crossed and she wore simple white shorts and a loose fitting white tank top. Her sinewy arms rested on the table.

            "Good morning, Mr. Hillfer. Please have a seat over here."

            John mentally sighed. Each time it was the same. Move this or change that. He pushed the chair over by 20 degrees and almost faced the pool.

            "Today is a special day for you, Mr. Hillfer. You've made some amazing progress..."

            John listened with bogus interest. He focused on the bottoms of her upper teeth and kept his facial expression relaxed. Then he heard some double doors open.

            John didn't bother to turn around. He knew this was part of his evaluation- some distraction to set him back.

            The sounds of a trio of young ladies drifted over the water. The soft clip-clop of their sandals tormented him. They began with idle chatter about how pretty the water appeared.

            On the far glass walls he could see their reflections. Each wore brightly colored bikinis of green, red, yellow. They all had to be eighteen or early twenties.

            John turned his head to reduce the presence of the distraction, but he couldn't mask out their chatter.

            "Oh look at the water today. It looks perfect,” said the red bikini girl.

            "But this is my second time in the water. Will I be able to go to the deep end?" asked the yellow bikini girl.

            "You will once we take care of your floatation device," assured the green bikini girl.

            "Okay I'm ready;” the yellow girl put her fists flat against her hips.

            John couldn't believe what he was seeing. The green bikini girl stood behind the yellow bikini girl. The green girl bent behind the yellow girls back and...

            John heard the sound of someone blowing into a valve. The yellow girl’s top was inflating.

            John’s resolve almost cracked. How dare they play with him like this?

            "Are you sure I'm ready?" she asked glancing down at her buoyant yellow top

            "It never hurts to be safe." And the green girl inhaled again. John heard more puffing.

            John fixated fully on his doctor. She had paused and seemed to be watching. Her watery green eyes informed him that reached an important moment in his therapy.

            "I think I'm ready, shall I help with your flotation device?” asked the yellow bikini girl.

            "Yes please, and make sure to make me extra safe, for I am not that good of a swimmer,” gestured the red bikini girl. She lifted her arms half up.

            "Okay.” The yellow bikini girl bent forward but had to back up in order to reach her friend’s inflation tube.

            John heard the first hard puff. He remained calm and answered the doctor’s question without hesitation. Then he heard a second even louder puff.

            "Keep going. I'm not nearly safe enough. A little more, come on. Little more…:

            Then he heard an enormous intake of breath.

            Panic surged all through him. He kept his hands open but the tips of his fingers pressed into his thighs. He crossed his legs to keep his pants from revealing his guilt. The girls’ position made their image somewhat blurry, but he refused to turn and look. Then he heard another puff and the soft creak of synthetic material.

            "My head is spinning, can you take over?" asked the yellow bikini girl to her friend in the green.

            "Sure, we're almost done."

            Then John heard the fifth puff.

            "Almost there just one more,” the red bikini girl held her arms atop her head while a giant pair of wedged spheres hung high on her chest.

            John turned to see a sight like no other. The Red bikini girl had her top inflated so large that her arms were obscured. She noticed his unhindered gapping and started to bounce on her heals as if a taunt.       "I'm very disappointed." The doctor sealed her data pad with a sharp snap and held it close to her chest.  

            John lingered of the bikini girls before he comprehended the consequences.

            "You can't possible think that was fair." He tried to keep the anger out of his voice.

            "Mr. Hillfer, this is absolutely fair. In fact it’s entirely necessary."

            "To play games, to tease, to lie?"

            "Mr. Hillfer," the doctor slammed her tablet on the table and raised her voice so it consumed all ambient noises in the room, "I am not the one lying. I am not the one reciting what they think is the right answers while still harboring dangerous impulses. Which I might add- the moment you leave, YOU will go back to seducing young college girls with presents and drugs in order to have your own personal sex toy."

            John leaned back, his fingertips pressed deep in his legs. He had been taking his rehabilitation with too little concern. He would be here for a while. He had been sloppy and underestimated this facility.

             The next day John could tell things had become much worse.

            He awoke to a chilly room with nothing more that a single florescent light. Heavy synthetic straps secured his limbs, and his only form of modesty was a single silver towel.

            The doctor entered the room wearing a plain white frock. In her left hand was a compact harness constructed of moldable syn-plastic.

            She began to unfold the harness as she spoke, "Today begins your new rehabilitation." She clipped the frame around his shoulders and neck. "It seems that the root of your problem originates from your lack of respect to the female form. You only love women for their breasts.

            "That's not true," he protested.

            The doctor paused before continuing her speech. "Behind me is the remainder of your personal belongings. This is your new room and this is your new rehabilitation.”

            The frame tightened and he could sense some form of activation and then warmth. Flutters of dread formed in his stomach, could this thing be a response meter?

            "Please stand up."

            John did as he was told. The frame moved with his breathing.

            "What you are wearing is what we call an Empathy Harness. Lift up your right arm."

            John obeyed, but already panic began to burn inside his chest.

            "I believe your lady captive’s weight was 141 pounds, with thirty of that residing in her breasts. Today you will know that feeling."

            The doctor pushed a button on her pad and a soft puttering noise came from the table.

            John knew that noise. He had used the same material before as a testing method to see if the woman he was with would even consider the option of having giant boobs.

            A gentle chill collected on his chest. John glanced upwards to the reflective ceiling. His body did not change. Soon an unseen weight began to compress with the continuation of the chill. Yet John could see no change.

            A harsh click stopped the puttering of the unseen pump. John took a deep breath and an invisible mass pushed back. Something round, heavy, and fitful rested upon his chest.

            “Mr. Hillfer,” the doctor offered her hand in assistance, but John chose not to take it. She smiled and returned her hand to her side. “Take your time getting up. By my calculations you've gained an even twenty six pounds. Please take a moment to get adjusted.”

            John pushed up and almost fell forward. His reflection showed nothing, but he knew what had been used. Invisomer- the special polymer that is almost 100% invisible to the visible spectrum, he thought, they had bothered to use this stuff? Then it hit him with perfect clarity, they wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing large boobs, but he's have to deal with them every minute of his stay.

            “I think that's enough for your first session. But, I have some good news.”

            The doctor waited as if she expected him to ask with excitement. She seemed to shrug and continued.

            “As of this moment you are free to access any part of the complex. This time of year the grounds are very beautiful.”

            “That's great, but where are my clothes?” John put on his sincerest gratitude. This had to be another examination.

            “This IS your new room. It's in a more centralized location. You have access to the staff’s cafeteria, recreational facilities, and the grounds. And all your personnel items are in that wall panel over there. Tomorrow’s session will begin at 0900 and last till 1130. After that the day is all yours, but lights out at 2230. Have a nice day- Mr. Hillfer.”

            John watched with mild agitation. He knew something was up. He surged to his feet the moment she left. His invisible boobs rocked back and forth with each of his steps. He didn't dare reach up and try to steady them.

            He pressed the panel and glanced inside.

            Indignity traveled all through his body. He sealed his eyes and did everything he could think of to remain calm. He knew this room was monitored, checking his internal body signs along with his reactions. He couldn't afford to lose it not now, or things would get more impossible.

            John reached in a pulled out his single article of clothing. A slender pink thong with a matching pink mesh bra would be his new wardrobe.

            John walked down the long hallway that interconnected the complex. He kept his focus on the muted ceiling. The reflective walls reminded him of his current humiliation with perfect clarity. Even though the material grafted to his chest was intangible, the mass and movement was not. The candy pink bra bounced in some parody of a tempo as he made his journey to the cafeteria.

             Lunchtime frustrated him the most. He could get up early to miss the breakfast rush, and go late to avoid the bulk of the dinner crowd, but lunch he had no choice. Not with his therapy session in less than an hour. He considered skipping the meal, but it posed to great a risk.

            A simple lunch grabbed from a simple sandwich dispenser became his daily routine. John knew who worked within the compound, dressed in their white uniforms and bulky skull caps. He knew their training in social engineering must be extensive, never giving the impression of being crude or insensitive. Yet, he knew better. Someone somewhere got a huge kick out of what he had to do and wear.

John polished off his turkey on wheat with a final sip of his milk and got to his feet. The only thing left to do was his wait in session room d16 for his rehabilitation.

            “Good afternoon, Mr. Hillfer.”

            The Doctor glanced around the room with an ever widening smile. She wore the exact same uniform since the day he arrived, with the exact same hair style, and facial make-up. John had set up the office exactly the way she preferred- same as the day before and the day before that- thus anticipating her request to move the chair or adjust the brightness of their illumination.

            “Good afternoon,” he responded.

            “Mr. Hillfer- do you have any idea what the exact size of your mammary simulation is?”

            John sensed this was a loaded question but answered anyway. “46 MM?”

            “Close, but let me show you an image with the exact same measurements that you currently have under simulation. Do you know who this is?”

            John tensed. The anger lodged in his throat and made it nearly impossible to speak, “That's…” he inhaled once, “is my mother.”

John continued his walk down the long hallway. The sunset stretched color across the ceiling as the skylights blazed with an inflamed orange.

            His day was almost finished. He took a deep breath ignoring the sensations of the tight vest which he was recently issued. He no longer kept track of the days only the number of times he had made it around the complex- 1263 times.

            He turned the corner and stopped.

            “Good evening Mr. Hillfer,” smiled his doctor. She stood next to a pair of tall and athletic male orderlies. She gave a small nod and they both walked over. One unbuttoned his vest while the other placed a magnetic key over his harness. The weight shifted off and John could take an appropriate breath again without being reminded of who he was.

            “I…”

            “Mr. Hillfer, I have some good news.” The doctor gestured to the pair of orderlies and they walked off. “But first why don't you follow me and we can discuss things further.”

            John followed behind (sensing) for what felt like the very first time, how it felt to be normal. The doctor led him down the hall to the very center of the complex. She keyed open the door went to central table. She pulled out a chair and gestured for him to sit.

            A cool wind brushed across his face as outside air reminded him of all that he forgot. They had journeyed to the complex’s central courtyard. A large triple panel door stood two hundred feet away. A small patch of snow decorated the muted plain of grass.

            “Mr. Hillfer, I believe this is what you arrived with: a pair of trousers, shirt, and blazer along with your ID card, watch, and PCR.”

            John took the small bundle of his personal items, but could not move. All he could focus on was the massive rectangular block.

            “Mr. Hillfer?”

            “Yes?”

            “Don't you understand? You are free to go. Your rehabilitation went very, very well. All that's left is for you to sign three forms and you're free to go. Up ahead is the admin station. Have a nice afternoon.”

            The doctor walked past him. He watched as she entered the unmarked door in which they arrived and then it closed. The frame almost became lost in the dull gray wall.

            John tried to keep his hands from shaking. He couldn't believe that after all of this it would be over so unceremoniously. The admin station’s soft blue light revealed a single person manning the desk. He walked over and placed his personal belongings to the side of the white surface.

            “Good afternoon,” said a cheerful brunette.

            John’s pulse raced. His mouth became dry. His hands bent into claws. The admin had her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.  Her round ears complimented her soft features perfectly. A healthy rose glow framed her cheeks and her full lips shone with strawberry sheen.

            Yet her wholesome attractiveness was not the problem.

Her simple gray overalls had lost a center button. As she pushed forward his forms the lose gap stretched into a vivid diamond.

            John knew his therapy hadn't ended. His doctor, in all her blonde prudishness, sat behind a monitor watching with ruthless scrutiny. His blood pressure and pulse had to be close to the alarm state. But what did he have to do?

            John reached for his three forms and began to sign and date. He pushed them back complete. “Excuse me, Miss?”

            The admin took the forms and smiled back. “Yes?”

            “I don't know if you realize, but one of your buttons has come lose.”

            The admin glanced downward in perfectly orchestrated shock. Then she glanced up with a thankful smile. “Oh thank you. My husband and I are expecting our first child in the beginning of February.” She pushed back from the desk and turned to the side. She lovingly placed a hand over her round belly. “I sometimes forget how quickly my clothes no longer fit.”

            The admin returned to her position at the desk and secured her gap with a clip.

            “Congratulations,” he said.

            “Thank you. Here's your destination card. Would you like something to drink before you leave?”

            “I'll have water.”

            John entered the huge cargo bus through a narrow entrance. All around him were perfect cubes of recyclables stacked with precision.

            He walked to the back of the bus where a single bench by a single window waited. He took his seat and waited.

            The bus trembled forward and he heard the soft shifting of the six treads churning across the grass. The vehicle shifted back and forth before building speed. He heard a gentle rumble of a gate beginning to open.

            John watched as muted walls rolled past until a giant door frame came and left.

            John winced for some unknown reason. Patches of snow clung to the bases of the dull brown trees.

            John sat back on the uncomfortable bench. Then he emptied the entire content of his stomach on the floor.

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            John adjusted his blazer one more time before stepping off the cargo bus. It no longer fit quite right. It didn't surprise him, he had lost some weight.

            John left his rehabilitation clothes folded neatly by the pile of his sick. The bus had dropped him off right at the end of his residential complex, only a fifteen minute walk from his home.

            John sensed a burring in his eyes and wiped it away. He began his walk home listening to the subtle sounds around him.

            Children played in the park with brand-new toys as young boys flashed by on brightly colored bikes while young girls played with pink and blue dolls next to pristine tables with colorful tea sets. All around him were hints of missed holidays and fun.

            John paused at the front of his home. He focused on getting home not realizing he had already arrived. Snow had collected all around the shaded side of his house and the yellow tape still clung in scraps around his front entrance. He began to feel anger, but he didn't have time to be upset. His home would be a mess.

            He opened his door and cold air greeted him. He heard the subtle clicks and whirls of his home coming to life. The warm glow of his entryway lights calmed him. He entered his common room and expected the worse. Not a single picture or belonging of Julia remained behind. He checked his database and winced at its vast emptiness. They had stripped him clean of all references, links, or personal files.

            Glancing at his sixteen messages he saw what he expected. He'd been terminated from his job and his six bills were over four months past due.

            Losing his job didn't bother him. He’d already sent out sixteen Employment Requests and figured he'd be interviewing in about a week. He checked his financial statement. All of his investments had stagnated. He unlocked his assets and activated his mutual funds. What the data sleuths had done to his system was inexcusable.

            John made himself a fresh cup of his favorite coffee. He disposed of the entire contents of his food cabinets. Then he discovered a single data clip resting on his kitchen table. It was a simple good-bye from Julia. He listened to it sixteen times before finally deleting it.

             John entered the warm food store and took a moment to savor his freedom. All around him were things he had taken for grated: the ability to go anywhere, to see anything, and to buy items of his choosing.

            John walked up to an empty MDC and keyed in his grocery order. The gate lifted with a large bundle of food stuff. As he reached for it he heard a hushed whisper.

            Glancing up, John saw a pair of women leaning in close. Their eyes bore straight through him. Their lips moved with sickening precession and one of the ladies stabbed the air with a finely decorated finger. When they saw him glancing their way they turned and folded their arms tightly across their chest.

            John canceled his order. He had to move.

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            John sat in his new home. Empty walls beckoned back. He had recycled every single belonging he had. His savings was almost depleted. But he didn't care. His new job began next week and he'd chosen a low rent district in the largest metropolis in the northern hemisphere.

John glanced at his new reflection. His short hair and clean shaven face had subtracted years from his appearance. The Midwestern-style of female fashion kept things simple and somewhat baggy. Perfect for keeping his mind off his past sins. Tomorrow he would buy a new bed and after that he would wait for his new job to begin.

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            John sat at a park bench enjoying his chicken sandwich. It was his second month at his new job and he'd already been promoted. His salary was only half of his previous salary, but that didn't matter because his bills were only ten percent of his take-home pay. Next Tuesday he would put in the request to double his living space then buy some belongings. He had started over, yet he still couldn't shake the feeling.

            John glanced up and noticed a couple elderly ladies sitting at a park table. They each had a warm drink, with steam rising from the cups. They were talking, but John couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in their peripheral vision at all times.

            John banished that feeling as best he could. He was now residing in a place that had over twelve million people. He lived in an ultra low rent district in the deepest part of the city. He road three commuter trains to work. How would anyone here even know who he was or what he had done?

            He looked up again and noticed the two ladies had a single dog. It rested on its front paws, but its eyes were clearly focused upon him.

            John left the park as fast as he could.

            He glanced at his calendar noting it was the first day in May. Another promotion had moved him out of his cubicle and into an office. A nagging ache in his stomach informed him his professional good fortune would progress no further. All his crafty tricks on how to manage the network would only bring him unwanted attention. He needed to accept his lot in life and be satisfied with what he could obtain.

            He leaned back in his office grateful of the privacy. Numerous female coworkers had started to nose around in his personal life. His single status had become common knowledge. 

            Tahara, in her Asian beauty, kept finding ways to visit him. Not that he minded at first. She wore very conservative office attire. But yesterday, when she rested against the side of his desk he caught a vivid glimpse of her luring bottom; he knew their fledgling relationship must remain solidly professional.

            As long as he didn't actively peruse companionship, the thoughts…urges… would remain absent from his mind.

            Tahara entered his office the third time today. He kept his face void of all expression but that of a tepid smile. Her lips were pink with a fresh application of lip gloss, and her hair framed her face with well preened perfection. Her white blouse hung unceremoniously over an athletic body.

            John kept his eyes focused squarely on her chin. He watched as her teeth flashed and hid behind moistened lips, but his desires never stirred. He couldn't take that risk ever again.

            John ended his day no different than any other. He left the office alone.

            He paused at his front entrance glancing at the single door that labeled his home. He managed to acquire the top levels above him turning the once old storage complex into a residential space. All the walls were bare mortar and brick, his floors textured concrete. The only thing that separated his building from the homogenous structures everywhere was his six panel window. The engineer scoffed at him for such a frivolous use of glass, but John knew that in the basement of the city there were things to watch.

            Placing his jacket on his single chair he walked up the stairs and sat on a lone bed built into the wall. Above, shining through the slanted glass were dozens of small lights moving in numerous vertical paths. The elevators made him happy.

<> 

            Weekends meant very little to John these days. Even in the late spring, with the forgiving weather, he little desire to be social. The state park seemed the best opportunity to allocate his free time.

            A thick black line obscured the blue sky. The weather forecast promised a heavy spring rain. John had brought an umbrella but even the first rumble of thunder did little for his desire to use it. Up ahead was a resting canopy, with its Plexiglas roof, would be an excellent shelter to wait out the storm.

            John took a seat on the cushioned bench and watched. The light faded from the sky to be replaced by premature darkness. Thunder betrayed the coming storm. John took out a small drink and waited for the rain.

            The Environmental Catalysts performed perfectly. The rain came down in one massive curtain. The Plexiglas echoed with the storm’s energy, but John found it very soothing. The noise washed away all doubts.

            Water cascaded down the columns of concrete into the specifically designed runoff points. The powerful sound of thousands and thousands of gallons of water rushing away gave him a momentary peace.

            A green and white park go-cart spun out in the rain, its skinny tires struggling with the wet streets. The driver slumped over the wheel, completely soaked, green and kaki uniform hanging on her like melted plastic.

            The person struggled out of the vehicles harness. John got to his feet and helped a slender park ranger.

            “Thank you,” said a young woman with dark brown hair- almost black.

            “AH, no problem.” John said stepping to the side to allow her easy access to the bench.

            She sat down with a tired slump, water slipping off her slender figure. A slight shiver worked its way down her shoulders.

            “Would you care for something warm to drink?” John asked as he reached into his satchel to find one of his remaining canned beverages.

            “Yes, please,” she said. The young woman seemed to sink into the bench her shoulders almost touching her jaw. Her knees bent together as her feet seemed to shift in odd directions.

            John worried he made her uncomfortable, but pulled out a small can and gave the bottom a slight twist. It warmed in his hand instantly and he handed it to the young woman.

            She pushed back her wet hair and took the drink with a guarded smile. “Thank you.”

            “Why were you stuck out in the storm?” he asked watching as she cradled the drink in her hands.

            The young woman slumped as if terribly embarrassed. John regretted asking the question, but anything to get a conversation going. They would be together in this confined space for a while.

            “I was out working on a landscape section not too far from here. I knew the storm was coming. The weather network warned of it almost two hours ago, but I had to finish. The rain would have made short work of the flowers I planted. I had to finish.”

            “Oh.” He tried to come up with something to say, job well done, or some other encouragement, “I have another drink if you want.”

            The young woman smiled. Her slender lips slipped past perfect teeth. Her washed-out hazel eyes sparkled with gratitude.

            “Thank you, but this is more than enough to get the chill out of me.” The young woman's face clouded for a second, “Oh, my name is Lois.”

            “My name is John Hillfer; it's a pleasure to meet you.”

            “Mine too, but John, why were you out here all by yourself?”

            “Oh,” John struggled with the answer, but Lois's smiled helped, “I'm new to this city, and I wanted a place to go that wasn't home. I've covered my work quota since yesterday and I figured a half day would be perfect.”

            “Where do you work?”

            “I work at the GMTC, as an office admin.”

            “Really, I used to do that kind of work as well, sort of,” She tapped the top of the drink with her fingers, eyes darting to the side, “I did some data admin, but last year I wanted to get outdoors. So I signed up to be park ranger.”

            “You like it?”

            “I love it, but sometimes I do miss my old job.”

            “You plan on going back?”

            “Maybe in a year or two, but for now, spending all my hours outside is too much fun.”

            “I can bet. The days lately have been perfect weather.”

            The conversation slowed a little and John took a moment to take a real good look at Lois. Her slender frame confirmed she spend many hours doing physical work. The freckles on her arms and bridge of her face also disclosed of many long hours toiling in the sun. But her short, dark hair secured by a red scarf seemed out of place. Her features would benefit with the combination of long hair, but her short cut wouldn't be any worse if she only styled it a little more.

            But John cleaned those critical thoughts from his mind. He wanted to enjoy this conversation.

            The rain continued for another forty minutes, and the conversation didn't slow until almost an hour. John couldn't believe how at ease he felt around this young woman with her slender smile and vivid eyes.

            “Forgive me,” Lois said as she played with her cuff, “I need to get back to the depot. I want to thank you again for the warm drink.”

            “Your welcome, it was my pleasure.”

            John watched as Lois got back into her go-cart. He heard the soft click of her motor ramping up. The skinny wheels began to turn.

            “Lois!” He rose up his hand.

            She put her vehicle back in park and turned around to answer him with a huge smile.

            “Would you like to meet again?”

            “When?”

<> 

            John put on a summer vest and checked his hair. The place that Lois and he had decided was a casual restaurant. But the urge to look his best was hard to override. He glanced at the time and figured getting there a little early wouldn't hurt.

John found a perfect seat by a large window. The waitress brought him a glass of water. Only thirty more minutes to wait.

            “Mr. John Hillfer?”

            John turned to identify the smooth female voice that reached him from behind. The way she sounded her o's made him almost panic. He knew that tone with perfect recall.

            Detective Kasha Brown stood directly behind him. She lacked the usual dark gray uniform. Instead, she wore a very Unitarian brown dress. Her hair was tied up in a feeble attempt of stylish fashion and her eyes were darkened by the outline of makeup.

            John got to his feet. “Yes detective.”

            “John, no need to call me that. I was in town to visit some friends and I checked the database and discovered you lived in town. I hope you don't mind a casual visit.”

            “Not at all.” John glanced at the time. He forced his jaw to unclench.

            “You're not expecting someone are you?”

            “Yes someone will be here in twenty minutes or so.”

            “Oh that's wonderful. It’s good to see you making the required social contacts. You should be proud.”

            Her last words almost burned John. Her expression deepened and he knew she wanted more that a visit. This was a blatant invasion of privacy. Yet, there was nothing he could do. The detective’s private life was her own. 

            “Thanks you.”

            The detective took four steps closer. Her face became warm and her smile friendly. For a moment John almost considered her attractive.

            “It’s good to see you taking an interest in life. A man of your accomplishments should enjoy life to its fullest. Be happy and have some fun.” The detective brushed her hair with a pair of fingers as if finding a way to delay the impeding end of their conversation. “You have a nice day, Mr. Hillfer.”

            “You too,” he answered. He took his seat the moment he felt she had left without seeming rude.

            John sat at his table with his thoughts in total conflict. Had he asked Lois out on a date for one reason? He found Lois attractive in a plain sort of way. She had attractive dark brown hair, expressive eyes, and an athletic build… but…

            “Hello, John. Thanks for getting us a table,” said Lois.

            John jumped to his feet and pulled out a chair for her to take. She smiled back warmly.

            “You're welcome. You look very nice tonight.”

            Lois blushed and pushed back a strand of hair behind her left ear. She wore a long navy blue dress with sleeves that ended at her elbow. The dress clung loosely to her body bunching around her slender middle. The dress had a wide open front that scooped way down. She complimented her dress with a lemon yellow body slip that stretched across her slender front as effortlessly as butter on hot toast.

            “Thank you. And what would you recommend to eat?”

            John smiled and noticed she spun her glass of water slowly between her hands. She wore very little makeup except for a rose shade of lip gloss.

            “I've eaten here a couple of times and I would recommend any one of their sandwiches.”

            Their waitress came and they placed their order. John watched as Lois traced a finger of the cool glass of her martini. Yet as their first date continued, his mind struggled with the thought, had he been cured?

            John glanced at her yellow body slip. It stretched across her front with minimal curves. A slight downward droop showed she did have a pair of breasts but nothing that could be considered attention grabbing. Yet her arms had delightful definition and her waist complimented well shaped hips.

            “John,” she asked with obvious concern, “are you alright?”

            “I'm fine. It's just.” John saw the fear bubble into her eyes. He should call the date off right now. What he was doing, he's feelings were entirely wrong. His attraction only belonged because of his desire to see her change.  “I need to tell you-“

            “Tell me what?” Her voice stretched out and increased in pitch.

            John lingered far too long on picking his next words. Already a faint glint collected around the base of her eyes.”

            “You have to forgive me. I received a page form work. It was quick but there was a problem that required my full attention. I'm still worrying about it no matter how hard I try not to.”

            Lori's smile returned in full spectrum. She reached over and took his hand. “I'm sorry that happened. How about after dinner we go for a walk. I know of some quiet places. I bet that would get your mind off your troubles if even for a little while.”

            “Sounds great.” John agreed, but could he, should he. His stomach began to cramp. He could never return back to that place. He paid their check and they left.

            John took the liberty of suppressing his thoughts. Unfortunately it also resulted in reducing his role in the conversation. Their walk quickly stabilized into silence.

            Lois took him to a few isolated places. A trip to the octagonal escalator, the underground warehouse district, and a water processing grid managed to utilize sixty solid minutes of their date. Lois followed one half step behind her hands folded together with red fingertips and white knuckles.

            John suppressed his self loathing with blunt guilt and finely controlled will. What had motivated him to take this date? He could handle the loneliness and the isolation- those aspects were nothing to his sense of self worth. Yet glancing at the young woman beside him obediently walking with him without even the barest need for polite conversation, he knew something was wrong with him.

             Lois's appearance made her special. Her facial features, figure, and hair made her beautiful in a way that he found fundamental: her eyes, the softest of blue with a near halo of green to separate the forms of innocence that seeped through her controlled expressions; her jaw and face delicately formed into a peaceful union of beauty and strength, and her walk, her stride, her very behavior made him feel nothing but excitement and joy. 

            The bad thoughts recoiled back into his mind. His methods of manipulation, his means to make her willing want to change. He could make her do that. Her eyes told him so. He could take her home and within a week they would be putting on special outfits. He would pile on handful after heaping handful to her bosom and then continue to pile on the curves to her condensed figure.  She would become glorious.

            “Lois?” he asked.

            “Yes,” she answered immediately a warm smile betraying her feelings.

            John glanced at her dress her paw sized beasts seemed to slumber between her sternum. “I've had a wonderful time, but you'll have to pardon me. I have a busy day tomorrow, and I best be taking you home soon.”

            “Okay,” she answered. Her eyes betrayed her worry. But he couldn't get rid of the anguish.

            Lois took him back to her little apartment. The hallway echoed the emptiness. She opened her door and then lingered.

            “I had a good time tonight, thank you.” 

            John listened to her soft breathing before answering.

            “I did as well. The walk was fun.”

            “I'm glad you liked it. Those are my favorite places.”

            “Mine as well. I'd better be-“

            John couldn't finish. Lois head tilted into the perfect position for a kiss. Her chin lifted up and some of her hair slipped off her ears. Her blue eyes seemed to reach out and her lips opened just so.

            Much to his better judgment, he took her offer.

            Their kiss began and then never stopped. She pulled and he pulled back. The first kiss stayed with him long through the night in into the next morning.

            John awoke at his usually time of five am. He rested on Lois couch with nothing more than his under shirt. Lois lied on his lap wrapped up in a worn bed sheet wrapped tight around her form. Their first encounter was as good as their first kiss. Yet John dreaded what he must do next. He had to leave.

            John leaned to the center of the couch and managed to get her off him with minimal effort. She unconsciously settled in the couch while he searched for his clothes. Thankfully the small apartment had few places hide a shirt, pair of pants, and socks.  As he slipped on his shoes she came out of her slumber.

            “You have to go?”

            “Yes, I have to be at work soon.”

            “Would you like some breakfast.” She asked almost rushing to her miniature cupboard.

            “Thanks, but I have no time.”

            “Okay,” she answered placing the box of cereal gently back into its notch.

            John put on his jacket from last night and buttoned the first button. He couldn't find his boxers, but that seemed like a minor issue. He reached for her door but stopped.

            Lois had rushed to the door encased in a translucent sheet. Her body betrayed her feelings and her eyebrows unfolded high upon her brow.

            “Will I see you again?”

            Best for the easy answer, thought John. He had to leave now and sort out his feelings or he’d lose his mind. “Absolutely. I have your number.”

            “Okay. Have a good day.”

            “I will.”

            John left her with a single kiss of the lips.

<> 

            The ride to work did little for his mood. The near empty commuter rail did nothing but amplify his worry. Lois's sex had incredible passion tempered with a need he hadn't felt in a very long time. Just the thought of last night gave him a sizzling awareness. Yet he understood perfectly where his feelings originated from.

            John's methods he used had been revised time and time again into pure, simple, reaction. Lois would give him everything he would want. Soon even her thought of saying no to him would become impossible. Then after her surrender he would...

He could never do that gain. Not ever.

            A woman with long blond hair walked past him searching for a seat. She wore a simple gray suit that cradled her waist in efficient fashion. Her pure white blouse fit snugly around a pair of sensibly sized breasts that moved in means that explained that this woman took care of her body. She flashed him a look saying he could sit next to her if he liked.

            John dialed Lois’s number.

            “Hello,” she answered.

            “Hi, Lois, it's me John.”

            Lois's tone transformed. “Hi, John,” her smile seemed to seep out of the phone.

            “I just realized I've been terribly rude. I have your number, but I haven't given you mine. Would you like it?”

            “Yes please.”

<> 

            John waited at the park holding a small basket for two. The fountain park bubbled with activity. Young children ran through the streams of water wearing their blue swimsuits with matching belts that trailed behind them. The young adults indulged in some summer fun as well, wearing garments of red, yellow, and gold contrasting the small but faster moving specks of blue. The parents wore more muted colors of brown and tan.

            John had considered bringing his swimsuit, but he knew his was years out of style.

            He glanced at the time and knew Lois would be here soon.

            She arrived wearing her dull brown utility jumper and her hair covered in a dirty scarf. Her cheeks glowed red from some previous exertive task and her forehead shone with the summer heat. She to a seat right next to him and gave him a kiss.

            “Ready for lunch?” she asked.

            “I have it right here, and as per your request- two egg salad sandwiches and a pear, while I have roast beef and an apple.”

            “Yummy.” She answered while pulling down her zipper,” I hope you didn't mind, but I wore my suit here. Its not often get to play in the fountains. I hope you don't mind?”

            “Not at all.”

            John casually watched as she pulled off the dusty brown garment. Her smooth skin glowed with the healthy tone of someone who enjoyed the outdoors. Her hair had gained highlights and her freckles had darkened around her cheeks.

            She folded the jumper and stretched. John marveled at her choice of attire. She wore a light gray swimmers suit that covered her torso, but left her graceful arms and legs bare. The pale gray brought out the healthy color of her skin, but her brightly colored sash made it impossible to ignore her presence. The sash had sixteen different shades of green almost appearing organic. It clashed and surpassed every other choice of swim wear around her.

            “How do I look?”

            John definitely was glad he chose to keep his trunks at home, “You look amazing.”

            She smiled back, “thank you. I had this suit for some time, but never an excuse to wear it.”

            John couldn’t help but return her infectious smile. She did look happy and it shown clear through her eyes. She excused herself to test out some of the fountains while he arranged the picnic table.

            Everything felt perfect: the weather and warm sunshine refreshed him, the cool gentle mist of countless fountains being stirred up by a mild breeze soothed him, and the simple lunch laid out before him satisfied him. He took a deep breath and then he saw… her.

            A young woman pushing a baby stroller came into view. Her hair was long and brown, thickly matching the summer's warmth. She had a small boy walking obediently beside her while a small infant squirmed merrily in the stroller. Her face shined with health, her complexion rosy and vibrant. Her long hair would get swept up by the wind, reaching out then returning back behind her. Her lips were bare, but the woman needed very little decoration for her lips were full and perfectly shaped.

            As she walked by John's heart seized. The mother wore lose fitting overalls, but had on underneath a tight, white, under shirt. Her breasts trembled in their tight prison, moving with suppressed energy. Her cleavage seemed to divide her torso in half, but seemed to gently oscillate between course blue straps.

 Her little boy sprinted for a fountain and splashed water towards her. The mother laughed a playful laugh sending her front into a random avalanche of motion.

            She continued by leaving John breathless.

            Lois returned from her exploration. His features burned from something other than intense sunlight and he agonized on how much he stared.

            “What would you like to eat?” he asked his voice weak.

            “Oh, I'll have my egg salad.” She answered reaching for the soft white wedge.

            They both ate in gnawing silence.

            “Did you see that mother with the little boy?” Lois asked. She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed as if thinking. She then glanced downward, “I wish someday I could look like that. She was so pretty.”

            “You do?” he asked.

<> 

            John sat in his office, his fingers trembling. Everyone had long since gone home, yet he remained behind.

            Lois's words still play through his memory with vivid clarity. Did she want to look like that because she wanted to be a mother or did she want to look like that because of…?

            John sealed his eyes with frustration. He should never think of those thoughts.    Yet.

            John keyed a special code he hadn't used in almost a year.  His personal Data router remained untouched, but he was certain its effects wouldn't go unnoticed. He couldn't do a quick grab. Not now.

 But.

            John performed a thirty second pathway ping. The code did its job and confirmed his worst fears. It was illegal to record someone’s personal account files, but that didn't prevent searches on locations where personal accounts ventured. If he bought any item from a high risk network he would be discovered effortlessly. But would it stop him if he chose to…

            John accessed every single Pharmaceutical supplier hub that was linked to his work’s network. Fate smiled upon him for the list had thirty six possible sources. He then checked his roster for Sales. Each entry had a minimum of two distinct sale departments, others significantly more. He then accessed a few general Stock Exchanges and located each of the thirty six companies’ immediate competitors.

            John leaned back in his chair, his fingers itching. With this set up he could access numerous vendors and their trial units. 90% of what he would receive would be useless junk but the other ten percent would be the very exact commodity that he craved. The junk stayed at the office while the treasure went home.

            John set up another sixteen redundant search pings that monitored all in/outgoing searches applied to his personal ID code. He processed his 332 individual vendor packs and waited. Not a single search showed even a ping of activity. He had gotten away with his trick. For now.

            The next evening John organized the pharmaceuticals- most were no bigger than two inches across but a few came sealed in massive boxes. After two hours of searching and then consolidation he had his desired material.

            Laid out on his table were numerous sealed packets of endocrine patches. Each one served a specific purpose. He had consolidated the specific ones into a pile of twenty eight packets. And in his hand were six primer patches, perfect for modifying Lois's metabolism.

            Guilt took him over. His eyes burned with shame. What could he possible gain from such a gamble? He liked Lois on many levels. And here he stood holding a small patch that would potentially ruin any chance of ever progressing their relationship.

            But.

            He couldn't banish her words. 'I wish I could look like that', was what she had said, and not with guilt but with obvious longing. She didn't even stare at the mother’s chest with envy, but with admiration.

            John put primer packet in his pocket and called Lois.

            Her answering system acknowledged the call. Not know what to do he paused while the message indicator flashed back. Not wanted to give anything away he left a generic “call-back” message and waited.

            He placed the rectangular packet on the table. He glanced at the reflective surface and gave it a small twirl. The chrome material spun effortlessly on his table. Glancing at the gigantic pile of discarded pharmaceuticals he felt the beginnings of guilt. What he had done was wasteful. Would she even want these packets? Would she be offended? If she was would she report him?

            The doorbell rang snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts. The clock read ten pm.

            John rushed to the door and saw Lois in his small window. She had come over? In a panic he grabbed every single packet and stuffed it into a cupboard. The doorbell rang again.

            Once satisfied of his clean up, he keyed the front door open.

            “Hello?” called out Lois.

            “I'm in the main area, come on in.”

            John took a seat and tried to behave in a clam manner. He heard Lois's foot steps echo through the hallway. She entered the room with a heedful smile.

            She wore a simple green dress that stopped just above her ankles. A small blue belt clung tenaciously to her slender waist. Her hair was combed into a lose ponytail and her fingernails were decorated with a soft golden-green tint. The dress clung to her body but not overly so. It made her look beautiful.

            “Hi.”

            “Hello,” he answered back. The packet rested in the center of his table. His stomach lurched.

            “I hope you don't mind me dropping by. I got your call-back page, and I was in the area. So…” Lois began to fidget with obvious embarrassment. Her attention hadn't located the packet.

            “No trouble at all. Would you like something to drink?” John got to his feet and rushed over to his refrigerator. Maybe refreshment would take off the attention from his table. The thought of her picking up the packet and her taking a look, what was he thinking?

            “I would like that.” Lois sat on the corner of his table, her back to the packet. She crossed one leg over the other causing the dress to open at the side seam. Her upper thigh flashed in the gentle kitchen light.

            “I have…” John didn't answer for he heard the sound of her shifting back. He glanced towards the sound and saw her hand was mere inches away from the packet. “…juice, water, and some chilled wine.”

            “I'll have the wine.”

            “Would you like a more comfortable place to sit?”

            “No- here is fine.”

            John poured the red wine into a pair of round glasses. He handed one to Lois and then took a long sip from his. He could smell the scented soap she had used. The gentle hint of vanilla and mint made him even more restless.

            Lois took a diminutive sip and licked the upper corner of her lip. “This wine is very good. I'll have some more.”

            John poured some more into her glass and refilled his almost to the rim. He took another long drink and hope the warm rush of wine would help him deal with all the conflicting thoughts running through his head.

            “Lois, I have a present for you.” John winced. How had those words left his mouth?

            Lois sat up straight, “A present?”

            “It’s behind you.”

            Lois spun around and snatched up the packet. Her excitement drifted away as she toyed with one of the corners.

            John could sense it beginning. She must know what she held in her hand. The primer wasn't standard. This one had one of the highest potencies in its class. Lois began to flip it back and forth as if mesmerized.

            “Is this an E-primer?”

            “Yes, I thought with what you said a couple of days ago. I mean if you. I mean if you don't. I understand.” The words wouldn't stop and John could feel it coming.

            “Yes,” she said.

            “Yes? I don't understand?”

            “Yes, I'll do it.”

            “You'll take the primer and then…”

            “I'll do it all. Come, put it one me.”

            Lois moved a chair with her left leg and rested both feel squarely on the seat. She lifted her hips high off the table and slid her dress way up, past her navel.

            John couldn't help but stare at the soft white panties she wore underneath. Her muscles around her hips stood out from her effort to keep her bottom off the table.

            “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

            John ripped open the packet and removed the first sealer off the patch. The patch darkened to a deep purple indicating it was ready. Lois arched her back even higher and twisted her hips slightly to give the perfect position for him to attach the patch.

            He placed the patch on the left side of her navel and smoothed it down. Lois let out a deep sigh and drifted down onto the table. Her stomach rose and fell with the laborious breathing. She pealed off the last sealer and placed the translucent square next to her.

            “Feels good,” she said returning her dress back to a more modest position. But john stopped her with his hand.

            He slid the dress back up while the other hand traced down the side of her inner thigh. Lois watched.

            His fingers sensed the resting tone of her strong legs and supple skin. He brought his hand down to her knees and deftly pulled them apart.

            Lois breathing filled the kitchen with an intensity he craved. His lips found a delightful spot on her thigh. Her breath rushed out to be followed by a subtle moan. John traced up with wet kisses to the soft white cotton. His tongue touched the wispy cotton pressing soothing her covered softness. 

            He titled his head, teeth clamping down on the red band sealed just below her firm navel. With a simple pull her draws dangled between her knees.

            John partook of her without hesitation. She strained into him, her moans echoing through the entire house. And he pushed back against her prickly covering to his prize underneath.

            For almost an hour he bound her mercy to his skill until she could bare it no longer. She thrashed at the last moment, noises belonging to a beast. At the end she laid still on his table her panties dangling from her left ankle. He considered leaving her there, but scooped her up and took Lois to his bed.

<> 

            John check the time, 1034 AM. He had slept that long? Glancing around his apartment he noticed all traces of Lois were gone. Last night had become something entirely not what he had expected. Lois actions seemed to belong to another person.

            Yet Lois hadn't left with complete stealth. There remained note on the table; in the exact position where last night's excitement had begun. John unfolded the unassuming white note and began to read.

            Dear John,

            I had a wonderful time last night. Your kisses will be impossible to forget. I'm sorry I had to leave so soon. Today is the day for a total reservoir overhaul. I have to be there by 7am. I tried to clean up your kitchen area as best I could, but I let all of your supplies back in your cabinet. I'll call when I get done. Take care.

            John glanced around and noticed his kitchen did indeed look different. Things were clean, but placed in a slightly different position that his first choice. Not that it mattered his home was only his home. 

            John reached for the cabinet that contained all the endocrine packs. They still remained in the cast aside position he left them in from last night. Thinking it would be best to place them in some sort of order, he gathered the packets one by one. Yet, one thing struck him as odd. Glancing at the number of the shiny silvery packets he noticed a more meager number. Checking his utility roster had he somehow managed to underestimate the number? Three remained behind. A shrill sense of subtle paranoia crept into his thoughts. If he had miss counted then more would be at his office. Knowing the people at work, curious eyes would be upon anything that noticeable and then questions would be asked, yet not to him.

            John rushed into work as fast as he could.

            “Hello, Mr. Hillfer, you're here on a weekend?” asked the guardsmen out front.

            “Ah yeah. I need to check some vendor supplies.”

            “Bad news then. The pick up came early. Unless you had it blocked off for further review then they snatched it all up. I hope that's not a problem. If you want I can show you the list. I haven't submitted it yet.”

            “Yes, please.” John knew what this kid was doing. Showing him the list fit in a large gray area. No big deal if his record was clean, but a very bid deal if it wasn't. Yet the kid’s actions would result in no traceable incident so… “Looks like you are correct. My stuff got sent off this morning. I do appreciate this look.”

            “Any time Mr. Hillfer.”

            “Seriously, you made my weekend.” John gave the guardsmen another friendly wave. All his primers were listed on the roster. And it was all gone. Nothing to worry about.”

            With nothing else to occupy his time John did the next logical thing. He waited for Lois. The giant concrete plane echoed the subtle movement of the utility busses- a perfect place to think. How had he been so careless? Something of that magnitude would be a red flag to anyone who know of his incarceration. Yet somehow through dumb luck and an early pick up time, things had worked out. But something he missed, some bit of information eluded him and…

            “Hi,” answered Lois.

            John turned and saw a very dirty and sweaty Lois. “Hello to you. Are you okay?”

            Lois blushed. “Eh, the hard work and sweat was exactly what I needed. The purges are almost done. My nausea is almost gone.”

            “Nausea! You didn't tell me. You should have told me this could be serious. I mean…”

            Yet Lois didn't let him finish. She placed a gentle finger to his lips. “No need to worry. I monitored everything and I'm fine. In fact I'm better than fine. But I could use a bath.”

            “Sure. Let me get you home.”

            “If its okay, can we go to your house?”

            “Yeah, but yours is closer.”

            “Please.”

            “Sure.”

            Once John’s initial worry subsided he began to fill a little selfish. Of course she wanted to take a bath at his house. His was private. Yet his nerves couldn't let go of the worry. If she felt sick from just a simple purge either she had a condition that required a special modified response, in which resetting it could result in her suffering a monumental relapse. Or if she suffered from a form of Endo-Metamorphosis Allergies this could be far worse. He needed to take her home.

            Letting her into his house he gave her a quick examination. Skills he had long banished from his mind came back with perfect clarity. Her skin no longer appeared flush and her hair seemed darker, more vivid. She took towards the bathroom and stumbled.

            “Are you okay?”

            “I'm a little weak. I should be fine once I get settled.” She said wiping some moisture from her face.

            “Yeah, but I'm a little concerned. Are you allergic?”

            “No.” Lois said instantly, then she glanced away, “I mean not really. I've had some work done to correct a condition. The doctors said I was 100% fine, but little bumps here or there in any kind of endo-response is to be expected. You don't have to worry.”

            John felt her strong grip on his arm as Lois waited for his answer.

            “No problem. I can get your bath ready.” Then John had a great idea, “In fact why don't you wait here and I'll come get you when I’m ready.”

            “Okay,” Lois said with a smile.

            John activated his tub filling it with a basic salt rinse and brought the temperature to a nice warm-hot setting. He then dimmed the lights and activated three lanterns he had bought last week. The room glowed purple. It was perfect.

            “Come one.” John reached forward and took Lois by the hand. She followed shyly behind. “Here you go.”

            Lois went silent as she admired her bath. “It’s beautiful in here.”

            “No big deal. Let me help you get undressed.

            “John unzipped Lois's jumper and her scent poured out. It smelled strong and sour, very typical of someone who had their entire bio-system purged. Yet he had never smelled one this strong. He glanced up at Lois and she blushed. He noticed her purge patch resting above her hip. The purple color contrasted with her skin.        

            He reached for it, “Here, let me remove that.”

            Lois's hands flashed over it. It’s still hot. I'll take it off. No point in your getting an unnecessary exposure.”

            “Sure.”

            John watched as she carefully pealed the inch by inch square off her skin. Hard to believe someone with such a strong response would still have a patched witch such a high dose left. She discarded into the recycler. She then climbed into the tub.

            “This is nice.”

            “Go ahead and settle back. I get the sweat out of your hair.”

            “Okay.”

            John wetted her hair and added a firm amount of gentle shampoo. The lather erupted across her head and spread. John couldn't help but notice subtle changes. Lois’s hair felt thicker and less brittle while her skin no longer had as many freckles. In fact her skin tone had become more unified. Her eyes no longer the faded hazel shade, now their color almost masked her iris. She smiled and let out a long release of pent up air.

            “This is nice.”

            “No problem. How do you feel?”

            “Very fine.”

            Lois faded back, her eyes folding shut. A long deep breath drifted out of her lungs with an audible rush of pleasure. It wasn't long before John noticed the steady breathing of deep sleep.

            John thought it best for her to catch a nap. But to be safe he watched her and the rippling reflection of her torso in the milky water.

<> 

            “Hey…” John gave Lois a gentle shake as he began to drain the water. An hour had past. “Wake up. You'll look like a wrinkled raisin if you don't dry off.”

            “Oh…” Lois blinked and tried to get up. She faltered back into the tub.

            “Take it easy. It’s now late, and dark. You’re welcome to spend the night.”

            “Okay.”

            “I have some pj's for you.”

            “Thank you. John, can I ask you something?” Lois stood up and faced him. Her pale body dripped and a subtle shiver over took her. In the purple light her flesh glowed almost white, like a marble statue. Her proportions complimented her beauty in a way he’d never seen before, the round swell of her bottom with the subtle muscle tone of a hard working limbs made him weak. 

            John made eye contact but not before running a rapid inspection of her beautiful naked form. “Sure.”

            Lois stepped out of the tub and reached for the towel but didn’t wrap it around her immediately. “I've wanted to ask you something about the day in the fountain park.”

            John’s fingers tensed, “Sure, anything you like.”

            “That lady with her two children- did you think she was pretty or very beautiful?” Lois cast her eyes down waiting for the answer.

            The air in John's lung froze. He knew what he wanted to answer. That mother was freaking hot because of her huge boobs. But as much as he wanted to tell her he knew it was not the right thing to say. “She was pretty.”

            “Would you think I was prettier if I had breasts like hers?”

            John had no idea how to answer that question. No idea at all. Any answer had the potential of sending Lois home early. Anything he could say or even imply would sink him fast. But silence was just as bad. He had to say something…

            “I think I would look prettier if I had boobs like hers,” answered Lois.

            John swallowed and tried to think. Lois gave him a way out. Something simple an answer she could work out on her own. “I have something left over from the Pharmaceutical samples that could help. Would you-“

            “Yes. I would like to try some.” Lois wrapped the towel tight around her and stepped out of the tub. “Where are they?”

            “They, oh you mean the endocrine patches. I have a wide selection in the one cupboard shelf by the kitchen table. I could explain them to you.”

            “Yes, please.”

            For the rest of the night John held Lois in his lap. Her body still warm from the bath, her hair smelling sweet. They went over all of the options picking through the colored packets one by one. John explained and Lois listened quietly.

            John awoke to the gentle prodding. He opened his eyes to an already dressed Lois.

            “Good you're awake. I have to go but I wanted to ask you something.”

            “What time is it?” John asked as he glanced up at Lois. She wore her usually work uniform of dull brown. The lines around her eyes seemed missing and the blue in her eyes seemed so bright it was if the color jumped off her face.

            “Four in the morning.”

            “Why so early?”

            “I'm needed by one of the subterranean rivers. I'll be gone all day.”

            “Okay, what do you want to ask?”

            “Can I take home some of the patches to look them over?”

            John blinked, what kind of question was that? “Sure take any and as many as you want.”

            Lois bent forward and kissed John with such passion he almost coughed. “Thank you so very much.”

<>       

             The next three days benumbed him to the point of madness. He had called Lois each day and got the same answer- busy. Lois had claimed that the middle of the summer was her busiest time. The dry season allowed her department many opportune moments to update the reservoirs system.

            He checked his voice mail again and got even more bad news. Lois sent a message stating she would be working a double shift for the next three days. He wouldn't get to see her till the end of the weekend. He sent a message back asking her if she had tried any of the patches. She answered back- yes.

            A dull sense of worry came over him. What if she administered it wrong? Wednesday became agony for him. And Thursday morning became an exercise of keeping his mind from spinning right out of his head. He made it home that night with only a thread of his sanity and a skimpy tuna sandwich. He half heartedly opened the wrapper and began to eat in his entry when the door chimed.

            He opened it to see a smiling Lois.  

            “Hi, managed to get a break and I wanted to come over. Am I interrupting your dinner?”

            “No.” John answered casting the scruffy meal aside. “Come one in.” John opened the door wider and noticed Lois still wore her baggy work attire. Even covered in dirt she glowed. Her hair seemed longer, darker and her complexion had become a healthy soft cream. Her face glowed with excitement and she chewed on her lower lip.

            “Thanks. I need to use you phone. I might have some good news. May I?”

            “Sure.”

            John watched as she kicked off her boots and came in. She headed down the hall and picked up his phone.

            Not wanting to be rude John pulled back and gave her some privacy. He headed into his living room and took a bite from his meal, but then gave up. His excitement overrode all feeling of hunger.

            “Good news,” answered Lois for the other room, “I get the rest of the week off. We're ahead of schedule. I'll wash up and be right in.”

            John couldn't wait and rushed into the kitchen. Lois finished splashing some water over her face and then stood up. John could barely believe what he saw.

            Lois had removed her dirty jumper. What she wore underneath was absolutely stunning.

            She wore a pair of skin tight shorts and a matching sport top. The elastic material flowed over numerous new curves.

            Lois had benefited greatly from the patches. She no longer had the lithe and athletic figure. New muscle had filled her lower half making her waist pop. Well muscled arms had taken her unassuming shoulders and biceps to a well defined shape of strength. Yet her well muscled torso couldn’t reduce any emphasis on what had changed the most.

            Lois had boobs.

            The dark blue top muzzled the globose swell of her new breasts- breast that filled out the near entirety of her rib cage. The faint outline of her nipples poked out from the mid center while handfuls of curvaceous flesh stretch underneath.

            Lois smiled at his over thorough inspection. She took a deep breath forcing the uncovered swells into a solid compression of delightful cleavage.

            “So what do you think?”

            “I don't know what to say.”

            “Say nothing. I have to tell you I've been going through three power burgers at every lunch and then having two dinners at the end of my shift. Most of the changes happened in the last two days. “

            “Well, how do you feel?”

            “I feel great. But I didn't just come here to show you. I came here to say thank you.”

            “Thank you? You don't have to thank me for any-“John didn't finish. Lois kissed him and her right hand clawed down his chest to stop at his belt.

            “I've wanted to do something for a long, long time.” Lois placed her hand into his pants and slid it down deep. “Can I show you?”

            “Yes.”

            Lois curled her fingers under the bottom hem of her sports top. She pulled, releasing herself from its embrace. Her arms discarded the blue band in an efficient motion; it landed on the floor without a sound.

            Lois rubbed her bare chest as if fluffing up a pair of pillows. Her nipples hardened from her touch. She ran her fingers through her hair and fluffed her brown locks up as well.

            Her hand touched him lightly. She pushed, gently guiding him a step at a time to have a seat on the long couch behind him. The back of his leg came in contact with the cushions and he had no where to go but down.

            John lounged back eagerly waiting what would happen next. She removed his pants with well practiced skill and he remained hovering above him, her breasts slightly forward gently shifting forward on her torso. Her fingers encircled the flap running vertical down his underwear and she tensed.

            His boxers split in half with a loud rip.

            Lois went down on him without with incredible force. The tops of her teeth rushed past his hardening member followed by a coiling tongue.

               John fell back, eyes clamped shut in sensual overload. He feared he would lose it. Heat kept building and a subtle twitch over took him. But Lois kept control. Her hand slid up between his legs giving him renewed control. Her head bobbed with a slight rhythm as she continued to moisten his rapidly hardening arousal. 

            She finished by gradually pulling back, releasing him bit by bit until he shivered in the cool evening air.  She paused as if admiring her efforts.

            “I think you're ready,” she said with a hungry smile. She cupped her hand over her mouth and spit. She spread her saliva all around her exposed flesh until her breasts glistened. Then with a gentle push she got him to lay back.

            All John could focus on was the ceiling and her gentle motion. She slid back placing her knees on the floor. He watched as she gripped both her breasts firmly.

            Then it happened. Her flesh embraced his within a warm slippery touch. Her entire body compressed against his shins and she continued again and again to slide her cleavage up and down. He could feel the buildup. Lois had incredible skill as if she knew exactly how to use her new breasts. Her flesh would compress back and forth, up and down in altering patterns that made it impossible to control his pleasure. His back began to tense and his fingers dug into the cushions. But Lois had only begun. She would add saliva with expert precision keeping the whole experience warm and good.

            He wanted to kick up but her pressure on his legs kept him down. He dug his fingers into her soft, soft hair. She grunted as she pumped harder

            The silence would be punctuated with the occasional wet smack of flesh sliding on flesh. Her hands expert controls. 

            Then John lost all control. Lois rhythm surged and she rode him until he had spent every last drop.

            Lois pulled back and began to laugh.

            “I'm a mess.” She giggled, “I'm covered all the way up to my chin.”

            John glanced up and then glanced away. Lois glistened from his orgasm and she seemed to take delight in watching it drip off her bare flesh.  After a moment she picked up her top and removed most of the mess from her front.

            “I sense you're feeling much more relaxed?”

            “Perfectly.”

            “Good, for I still think I owe you from last week.”

            “No you don't”

            “No, I don't think you really understand, But I do.” Lois slid her hands up his thighs and rested them on the bulge of his hip bones. She slid him forward as if pulling up a plate. She smiled her face lighting up in a manner that rekindled his arousal.

            Lois lunged forward and took his member and held it like a microphone. Her smile intensified.

“You can't, “he panted, “be serious, I just, I just…”

 Her fingers coiled tighter and then opened her mouth wide. He felt warm tongue on places he'd forgotten he had. The warm pressure combined with the texture of her tongue made his erection reappear. 

He sat up straighter. Her eyes flashed at him and then narrowed gleefully. Her left hand rushed out and pushed him back.

John closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her rich hair, not caring how many moments ticked by,

           <>

John began the next day with the smell of breakfast. Lois stood in the kitchen with nothing on but his muted white apron. The sizzle of eggs and sliced breakfast meat got him to his feet.

“You like coffee with your ham and eggs?”

“Sure.”

“Good.” Lois answered as she activated his coffee maker. The gentle burp of water rushing through the percolator followed by the wholesome smell of extra rich coffee made his mouth water. “I noticed you have no sugar pot so I take it you like your coffee black?”

“Yes, but.”

“Relax, its Saturday. I'll take care of dishes and then maybe we can go shopping.”

John tried to focus but her bare apple bottom garnished by the thin strings of his apron made complex thoughts impossible. She spooned a generous helping on a plate followed by some buttered toast and a sizzling piece of ham. She then poured his coffee and placed it on the small breakfast nook. John blinked, trying to banish the sleep from his thinking. He watched as she placed her breakfast on a giant slice of bread to be topped off by another slice of giant bread. She placed her plate across from his and took a seat. She then reached over and turned the rung on his coffee cup to face his hand.

John tried not to fixate on any one part of her bare body, but as her arms moved about to add catsup to her creation the taught inseam folded open revealing a happy pair of nipples. He then focused on his coffee a he heard the loud crunch as she took her first bite.

John took a sip. Her coffee tasted of skilled understanding of making a strong pot does not mean over filling the percolator. He savored his favorite beverage while watching Lois take her second bite. A smear of catsup spread across her cheek as a huge glut of catsup dropped from her sandwich. She continued to chew as she dabbed up every lose mound of catsup. Her third bite consumed most of the other end of her breakfast. She pulled in a large breath of satisfaction forcing the inseam of the apron taught. It compressed her breast evenly making the top parts of flesh pucker and bulge over. One of her nipples popped out and then rested at half crushed angle while the other willfully behaved and remained hidden. John took the first bite of his eggs; they were as perfect as the coffee

“I was thinking. Oh do you want any jelly? I saw you had some grape.”

“No, I like my toast dry.”

“I know of some boutiques that sell some beautiful dresses. Would you like to take me there?”

John bit into his pan fried ham and blinked, was everything Lois cooked always this good? He could taste a hint of seasoning, but he had no idea what. His spice cabinet had only six spices. “I have no problem with that.”

Lois had smashed down the last bite of her sandwich. Her eyes lit up with excitement and her garbled cheer sent sprinkles of egg and bread to her plate.

“In fact,” John tapped his fork to the plate as if thinking, but he couldn't suppress his smile, “I have a few places I'd like to take you to. Let’s make it a date!”

Lois's eyes became blue pools of intensity. She glanced down at her plate while her left hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She glanced up again with a timid smile. “Okay.”

John gave Lois access to his wardrobe. Lois managed as best she could and came out wearing a pair of his sweats with one of his smallest tee-shirts. 

            “Do I look okay?” she asked.

            “It won't matter after we buy you that dress.”

            The look of self-consciousness left Lois, and she rushed over and took his hand.

            “Let’s go then.”

<> 

            They arrived to their first destination with out much of anything. Most of the stores would have only their automated sales functions open for another two hours, but the weather was nice and they didn't care.

            The first store they came to specialized in sports apparel. John led her to the fitting scanner.

            “What size do you think you are?”

            Lois blinked and rubbed her hip. “I guess I'm a size two now.”

            John laughed, “This thing says you're a size six.”

            Lois smiled but blushed. “Okay, give me a five in red and white.”

            In moments Lois had her new shopping outfit on. The leggings and jacket where all white with red trim while the form fitting top consisted of three logos in vivid red. 

            His pulse began to quicken as he noticed the letter, “j” almost vanished under her boob. Lois glanced at her frontal profile and quickly zipped up her top just shy of her neck.

            “Wow, that red top makes me look enormous.”

            “Not too bad,” he lied. Lois did indeed look large. She was well within society’s limits, but now anything she wore would draw attention.

            “Oh look there my shop. Let go take a peek.”

            John followed Lois in and almost stepped back out. This place didn't sell dresses- it sold dresses that sold themselves. Ever single item on the shelves, on display, or in the interactive catalogue  had one thing in common. They all had patterns that accentuated the female form with scientific precision.

            Lois seemed fixated on a rack over flowing with little black dresses. The kind of dresses that had two strings for support.

            Panic began to build for such a place was bound to be a red flag on his parole parameters.

            “Lois,” he said trying to keep the edge out of his voice, “I'll be out front, getting a drink of water.”

            Lois glanced at him for a second then smiled, “Okay, I'll be out in five minutes. I'll meet you at that bench.”

            “Sounds good.”

            John rushed off and searched for the nearest drinking fountain. The water came out ice cold. He took a long drink trying to calm down. His fear was irrational. There was stuff in that store for all types of figures. Why would buying anything put him at risk?

            John took another swallow of water he didn't need and headed back to the bench. Lois waited with a small pink bag placed by her feet.

            “You ready to continue?” she asked.

            “Yes,” John answered with renewed assurance, “let’s go find another store.”

            Lois got to her feet and smiled affectionately. She took his hand and they continued down the shopping complex together.

            Most of the morning became the repeating of the same pattern. Enter store, look around, maybe find something, maybe not, and then buy. John lost track of the purchases, but he really didn't care about the cost. He didn't care about much of anything; just being with Lois was all he needed. That was until…

            A store clerk helped Lois with making a decision. The overly slender dark haired woman with hard sunken eyes began to fixate on all their brightly packaged parcels. The stare made John's skin itch.

            “Excellent choice,” the clerk added as Lois handed her a pair of brown slacks. She took the item and began to ring it up. "That will be 698.00.”

            John reached for his ID and placed it in the purchase slot. The clerk accessed his personal data and then paused. She glanced at him, then at Lois, then back at him. Her fingers didn't enter in the purchase code, but instead continued to scroll down. John recognized her final look. He had seen it all too many times back after his release.

            “Is there any discrepancies with my PD?” John asked without a scrap of emotion.

            The clerk promptly answered, “No, everything is in perfect order, our system chose to run a random background diagnostic.” The clerk bagged up Lois's new slacks and handed it to her without eye contact. Instead she stayed fixated on him. “Please,” she said with a long pause, “have a nice day.”

            John took Lois by the hand and pulled her right out of the store.

            John placed the bags down and wiped his free hand on his shirt. His palm felt sticky and cold.

            “John, are you okay?” Lois asked.

            John turned to face her, “I'm okay. I just remembered something. I have to get back to work. If I don't there's going to be a huge mess waiting for me.”

            John took a few steps but was stopped by a firm pull from Lois hand. “Wait! I wanted to thank you for buying me all these nice things. I've haven't been in that last store since I started my park job.”

            “It was no problem, but I really need to get going. I'm sorry but…” John pulled away and Lois released his fingers.”

            “Wait!” she called out again. John stopped. She grabbed all her packages as best she could and closed the distance. “I know you’re busy, but if your job doesn't take all day I'd like to offer an invitation.”

            John almost blurted out 'no' but then he saw Lois's eyes. Her vulnerability reached all the way through and her fingers tightened on the cord handles until they turned white.

            John knew he should leave and never call her again. Thoughts of his hourly humiliation came flooding back without mercy. Remembering the doctor's voice made his stomach lurch. He need to leave, and now.

            Lois put down her bags and seemed to shrink, “I've had such a wonderful time today. Could I offer you dinner at the River's Edge Café'?”

            John could hear the answers: I'll have to take a rain check, no time, too busy, no you're the devil woman, but then, “sure how about tomorrow night?”

            Lois seemed to brighten and her features strengthened with new energy. “Tomorrow night is perfect; can I meet you at your place?”

            “Sounds like a date to me.”

<> 

            John sat at his desk. At least if he was at work what he said earlier this afternoon wouldn't be a lie. He'd been here for four hours doing nothing more than changing the order of his ID stamps. His panic still lingered.

            He activated his personal account and did a quick credit scan. He was green across all sixteen credit bureaus, minor activity on all his parameters. But that told very little.

            John scratched the inside of his right index finger. He could do a complete scan followed by inquires but that was a risk. No telling how his parole tracked him. 

            John let his mind wander. How had the police found him in the first place? They had a warrant, and a search and seizure clause. It had to be something specific.

            Then John remembered it was the drugs- namely the endorphin precursors. He had forged an accident report under Julia's ID. That made getting the endorphins and body mod-tech packs a snap. He had planned everything out to five levels; he issued a rehabilitation roster, psychological trauma sessions, and even get well presents from imaginary friends.

            A silver endo-purge pack reflected the evening sun into his eyes. He now understood.

            He had been sloppy. John had forgotten to issue the rehabilitation purges. He had focused on searching out how to get things he’d forgotten one very important fact. Cause and effect- all those modification-techs and no purges, he might as well put a red flag on the top of his house.

            John felt the anger return. The night of his arrest still shamed him, but now he knew how they had nailed him. They weren't skilled; he made a mistake.

            John got to his feet and glanced out his office window. He had been overly paranoid to think the government had the resources to do full scans on every single citizen. What they had were basic parameter nets. Easy to set up and catch incompetent criminals. People like him.

            John left his office. He would find all the nets no matter what.

            John attacked his problem with a passion he'd forgotten still existed. The search began from all possible angles something that should keep his parole data snifters infinitely confused. Even after the second hour the systems used to track him were still trapped in data loops. He was free to do what he wanted.

            John made the largest pot of coffee had had made in his life and lost track of his cups past number eight. He knew his hands trembled, but he didn't care. Bit by bit and test by test he knew the limits. The line became vividly clear across his data screen. To be caught one had to cross it.

            He would never cross it again.

            His doorbell rang and he tried to remember who would visit on Sunday morning. He opened to door and saw Lois.

            “Hello, you ready for our…” Lois didn't finish.

            John glanced at the time. Eight o'clock! He had been up all night and all day?

            “John, are you okay?” Lois asked. She placed her hand on his arm and then led him… somewhere. He then sat on his couch with her sitting very close. Lois smelled real good, like roses.

            “I'm okay. Work stuff. Is it time for our date al…” John didn't finish, he couldn't. He noticed that Lois looked stunning.

            Lois had her hair pilled up in huge waves of vivid brown. Her make-up accented her eyes and matched her forest green dress, the same dress she bought at her boutique. The dress stretched across every inch of her lovely curves starting at the base of her ankle, flowing across the well toned legs, past her strong hips, around her narrow waist and up and over her magnificent breasts.

            John blinked again trying to figure out in what part of the store she bought this marvel. The front seemed to split open down the center almost to the bottom of her boobs. Bright silver loops spun around the frontal opening acting like bridges with the keystone being a giant round button. The button was iridescent mother-of-pearl that shimmered even in his meager living room light. The button matched the facial glitter that ran down the sides of Lois's cheeks almost like twin waterfalls.

            Lois seemed to be holding her breath, “Do I look-”

            “You look amazing.” John snapped himself out of his trance. “Can I shower up first and then we go?”

            Lois smiled her answer.

            “I'll be right back.”

John marveled at Lois choice of restaurant. The atmosphere boiled with intimacy. The River's Edge Café' was built along the edge of the continents largest artificial underground river. The river was nothing more than one massive heat sink disposing of gig-billions of kilo-joules of waste heat. The ambient heat traveled through frosted columns making the air shimmer, but outside remained pleasantly cool.

            Most of the restaurants light source was artificial torches making the place feel like a thieves den as gold and silver decorated everything.

            “Do you like it?”

            “It’s perfect.”

            “I have us a seat by one of the falls.” Lois tapped in her ID code at the maitre d' station. In only a moment an isolated table at the highest balcony lit up within a green spotlight. “That’s ours.” 

            John took his seat and watched as Lois took hers. Every breath she took reflected on her skin as the silver hoops compressed delicate ovals across her flesh. There was no doubt in his mind that Lois came dangerously close to breaking the indecency laws. Her breasts rested together within ponderous dimensions that almost touched her elbows. The faint outline of her areoles rested upon orbs of flesh that stretched at least four fingers in width. Lois had grown since the last time he'd seen her. But that wasn't all; even in the flickering light John could see the outlines of defined muscles and perfect definition.  

            Lois leaned back and reached for her drink. She found her straw with her tongue and pulled a long sip of water.

            “You know, I'd like something with a little more kick.”

            “Sure.”

            Lois then ordered something stronger, a potent beer he'd never heard of. It had the title of 'bedeviled' in French.

            Their waiter brought a pair of chilled glasses and a pair of dark amber colored bottles. With a swift gesture, the waiter had them opened and poured.

            John glanced at the thick head and took a sniff.

            Lois already had taken three hard gulps and unleashed a heavy 'ahhh' of delight. He sampled his and winced. The heavy burn of alcohol made him understand the logic behind the brew's title.

            “So how was work?” Lois asked leaning askew in her chair. Her fingers tapped the flat base of her glass adding a gentle ring. Her eyes reflected her interest becoming twin halos of icy sapphires while the ambient lighting played off her facial glitter.

            John found it very hard to think, concentrate, or talk. He was struck breathless. So he did the only thing he could do, fake it. “Work was good. My search and acquire primers were having trouble with three of our main suppliers data hubs. All in all it was a stressful day but…”

            John gulped and didn't even know the end of his verbal path. She plucked an ice cube from her drink placed it on her neck. With deliberate slowness she traced it down the contours of her bare skin. The chill had an immediate response hardening her nips into two pinpricks of delight. “How was your day?”

            Lois smiled and took a napkin. A quick touch here and here removed any clinging condensation. “I had a fun time shopping. The stores were fairly quiet and I had most shops to myself. But I wish you could have been there.”

            “Where?”

            “A little garment shop called the Intimate Barrel. It's a nice place to buy stuff that's out of season.”

            “Never heard of it.” John tried to tear his yes of her breasts, but it became very difficult when her nipples wouldn’t relax. In fact, they only seemed to become more and more noticeable.

            “I'm glad, it only sells ladies intimates.”

            “Intimate what?” John could barely focus. The thought of Lois trying on bra after bra, flesh being tucked into various white, beige, pink cups just short of a perfect fit made him almost hysterical.

            “Flashy underwear.”

            “Oh.”

            “Yeah, and get this- I'm two whole sizes bigger.” The word bigger seemed to bellow from Lois lips as if she wanted people to hear.

            “Bigger?”

            “My panty size, it was great. I go in and this lady takes one look at me and says the mediums are over there. I ignore her and go to the smalls. You see I used to wear an extra small, but now things have changed.”

            “Uhuh.”

            “So I try on a small and the brief barely makes it halfway up my knees before getting stopped. So I reach for a medium. The lady comes over and begins to give me her sales pitch. So I pay lose attention and give her a few curt nods. She obviously takes her job way too seriously and begins to drone on and on. So I begin to try on the mediums. They slide on okay, but when they get to the bottom of my rump I have to stop.”

            “Why?”

            “Cuase my butt sticks out too far. As I pull them up they can barely cover most of my rump. I had a huge line of plumbers crack. Then the sales lady declares them a perfect fit. I look at her and ask how she can be so sure, it's my butt. She gives me this look and I give her a look back. Then I squat down, deep. You know what happened?”

            “No.”

            “The underwear splits right down the middle with a rip that echoed through the whole store. You know what the lady then says.”

            “What?”

            “I have to pay for it.”

            “Did you?”

            Lois didn't answer right away. She shrunk back and flashed a naughty smile, “I did, and busted out three more pairs in three different stores.”

            “No way.”

            “Forgive me, John, I took too much liberties with your money.”   

            “I honestly don't care. To hear how the store people reacted is worth every cent. “

            “Then I cannot wait to tell you what happened at the bra shop.”

            John took another swig of his beer. “Please do.”

            Lois leaned forward her breasts almost touching the table. The metallic lacing seemed to dilate as her flesh bowed out from the dress. The white button seemed to vibrate as if building force. “There I was- in the biggest intimate store in the whole local area. Bras of every color, description, and function resting on countless shelves, racks, displays... I head to the back where the more impressive goods are located.”

            “Okay.”

            “This sales guy stops me. He asks me what my measurements are.”

            “And.”

            “I have no idea so I wing it and say 38D, which isn't even close. But he looks me up and down and then tells me to follow him back.”

            “Back where?”

            “…To some weird changing room.”

            “You followed?”          

            “Why not. So I take off my top and he does this quick IR scan without even asking. So then he tells my results… which I know are not accurate, but he insists on his eye being perfect. So he leaves and comes back with this rather large looking bra, but even in his hand I can tell its too small.”

            “Was it?”

            “Of course. I snap that thing on and I tuck everything in. And guess what, a 38DD is too small. Even after fiddling with the snaps and straps I still had great big dual bulges, but I have to say it did make my goodies impressive.”

            “So what happened next?”       

            “He gets in this huff and storms out. He then returns with three of these bras with one being bright orange.”

            John knew what the orange one meant. That was the size limit, if Lois didn't fit into that one they would call a medical examiner on the spot.

            “We the first thing he does is lift me arms up high like this…”

            Lois mimicked the gesture. She straightened up and lifted her arms high, to the point where her elbows almost touched her ears.

            John watched as the metallic band securing the front of her dress buckled and then gave way with a quick snap. The mother of pear button launched into the air, spinning so fast it almost appeared as a vivid waxy ball. John bent back and tilted his head watching the trajectory spin past their balcony. The button drifted into free fall then bounced off a lone column heading back into the dinning area. It landed on a table and the arced high before descending again to land smack in the center of an old man's bowl of tomato soup.

            The impact sent an enormous crater of vivid red out past the bowel and onto the table. A huge sticky strand smeared across the bottom half of his cream colored tie.

            John could sense the change in the dinning area as people began to take notice of the commotion. The old man picked the large button from his dinner and inspected it in his gnarled hand. He did not look pleased and began to scowl upwards.

            John knew it was time to leave. He glanced over to Lois and then stopped. Her dress had split wide open. It served no functional purpose other than to dangle loosely to her sides. She desperately tried to cover her exposed boobs with the palms of her hands, but huge folds of fleshed seemed to mushroom past every single digit. She folded her arms tight over her chest to salvage any modesty she had left.

            “What have I done?” she whispered.

            John felt something he hadn't felt in months: a genteel burning, a level of excitement that made him shake- in an internal fashion that had no point of origin. He took a long pull from his beer.

            “We should leave.”

            John took Lois out of the restaurant by her elbow and kept her shielded from casual curiosity by the bulk of his body. Lois followed obediently without making a sound.

            “Wait here.” John stated flatly as he placed Lois between two large plants. He then noticed a waiter and rushed over.

            “Excuse me, “he asked to a young waiter with blond hair, “I have a predicament that I need some immediate attention.”

            “I'll help you in any way, sir.”

            John smiled, “My wife is having a terrible reaction to her new medicine, and we have to leave immediately. We haven't paid for our meal, but if I can give you my account.”

            The waiter acted with precise professionalism, “I understand sir, and yes, I'll take care of everything and inform your waiter of your regrets.”

            “Thank you.” John answered and gave him a generic business account. The bill would be paid and they would be forgotten, “Oh and one more thing. A gentleman eating a bowl of tomato soup had a terrible accident. Could you give him a bottle of your house wine with my apologies?”

            “Consider it done.”

            “Thank you.”

            John gave the man a large tip and escorted Lois discreetly out the back.

            “Here, let me give you my jacket.” John handed over his jacket but Lois remained unmoving, her face seemed pulled back and stiff. “Don't worry,” he added while wrapping his brown sports coat around her solders, “No one saw and with a little luck the commuter trains will be light at this time of night. We'll smuggle in and be at your place in less than ten minutes…”

            “I ruined our special dinner.”

            John gripped Lois by her shoulders and spun her to face him. “No you didn't, in fact…” John paused taking in a full breath of cool night air, he tingled with so many strong feelings he almost broke out into laughter, “this was my best night ever.”

            “Really?” Lois asked a subtle stirring of joy cracking through her sorrow.

            “Yes, besides you should have seen how far that button flew. Two levels down and right into some guy’s soup.”

            “Really?”

            “Come on, lets hurry!”

            Lois smiled and they paired up close. Their return trip ended in eight uneventful minutes.

            Lois opened her apartment door and rushed inside. “I'll need something and then we can go.”

            “Okay.”

            John waited by her doorway and glanced around. Nothing moved in the barren hallway not even a flicker from the lights. It seemed as if an invisible glacier had frozen everything.

            Lois returned wearing a simple yellow sweatshirt that covered most of her rump, and jet black leggings.

            “Isn't that a little warm for this time of year?” he asked.

            “It is, but it will conceal most of everything. Where to now?”         

            John thought for a moment. Lois was right, she did draw attention. Then he had an idea. “Let's go back to my place. I might have something up my sleeve for the both of us.”

            “Okay.” Lois answered back innocently.

            John took them back to his house the best way he knew, by foot. The walk remained quiet. Lois must have had something on her mind for her eyes shifted back and forth as she stared at the concrete. John watched her in his peripheral view while he mentally went over a checklist in his mind. His surprise might not work. He had thrown it together last week in an off chance tonight my need some quick intimacy. He hoped the command functions wouldn’t crash making his home into a kaleidoscope of mismatch lights and functions.

            At least they made it to his entrance without any trouble. All around them the dark city moved and flowed with lights and echoes. They were soon going to enter a very private world, a place where he could confess his secret to her. The door opened and John felt secure. They were safe.

            His house remained dark, but his tiled floor glowed an inviting golden light. Their yellow brick road led them to his bedroom. Lois seemed in awe and drew close to him. He placed a secure arm around her back and griped her shoulder with reassurance.  Her smile only confirmed his excitement.

            He opened the door. The walls, ceiling, and every single fixture gleamed with a vivid emerald hue. Lois took a step inside her expression rapt with delight. Her second step triggered the next part of his surprise. The ceiling opened up and lightly scented paper petals drifted down. A sudden flair of warm light made the red petals seemed to fly rather than drift. Within moments the bed was covered with crinkly red.

            Lois rushed over and ran her fingers through the decoration. Red petals flowed from her fingers like rain.

            “John this is beautiful. Am I Dorothy?”

            “And I the cowardly Lion who never could say what needed to be said.”

            John mustered up his courage but the moment his lips parted, Lois rushed over and silenced him with a single finger hovered over his mouth.

            “Shhsss…” she answered while pulling him in closer, “I'm warm, help me take off this sweat-shirt.”

            John helped reaching for the thick band traversing around her thighs. Lois lifted her arms up high and he pulled. The garment came off and it sent her well styled hair across her solders.

            John stood transfixed. Lois stood motionless in front of him as if wanting him to inspect her. She cast her eyes downward, demure as if waiting.          

            John forced down a dry swallow. Lois’s breasts had become glorious. She stood there arms held loosely to her side while a multi seamed bra kept everything in place. John knew by the design that Lois wore a maternity bra. Somehow she had modified it so it wouldn't seem too bulky- so functional. Instead the off-peach garment stretched across a generous figure-eight of flesh, perfect in every dimension.

Lois bit her lower lip and then removed her black leggings. She bent forward sliding her amble bust higher.  Underneath, Lois wore a vivid black brief. The panties shimmered like black velvet and stretched across her salubrious hips.

            She pulled one thigh up shifting her position. The sound of firm, conditioned flesh rubbing together made John's pulse quicken. She straightened up and smoothed her hair back. Her eyes became billboards of yearning advertising an obvious message. She inhaled, her breath building in her abdomen.          

 John watched as it traveled up into her ribs expanding, her breasts cresting upon a pink seam of elastic and rigid seals of lycra and cotton.

            “Wow.” John breathed.

            Lois sucked her lower lip then glanced down. Her hand opened up and she brushed the top of her breast. Her hand seemed barely capable of holding such a weight. Then the tears flowed.

            “Lois,” he said, “What is wrong?”

            “It's not fair!” she moaned and then rushed forward. Her arms snatched him in and she embraced him tight, “This is as big as I can become, not an ounce bigger.”

            “I don't understand?”

            Lois pulled back from her hug and pulled her hand across her face. But the tears continued. “You look at me. I see it in your eyes every time we meet. You think I'm gorgeous. You gave me a chance when I was little and thin. You loved me when I was sickly with my ribs showing. You cared for me, a person who has only snippets in her life. You cared. But…” Lois pulled away. Her breathing crumpled with sobs, her breasts lapping in her bra, “And when you allowed me a chance to change. I saw it in your eyes, you came alive. I know what you want and I want it too. I want to be bigger. I want to be bigger for you. I want…”

            John didn't let her finish. He pulled her in close. She let out painful whimpers. He tried to smother them with a strong embrace. She took it and her breasts pressed back. John didn't know what to do. He placed a hand firmly on the middle of her back, her skin burned hot with rampant emotions.

            “Sh…” he soothed, “I know. I know. I'm just grateful you understand and didn't caste me aside as some deviant, some pervert.”

            Lois pushed back, “You're not a pervert!”

            “I'm not?”

            “No.”

            “Then I am a man who wants something.”

            Lois stepped back as he drew closer. The back of her legs came in contact with the bed and she slumped down.

            “Then I'm a man who wants something.”

            Lois furiously removed the tears from her face. A smiled proved that her internal storm had passed. “What do you want?”

            “What I have right…in…front…of me!”

            John pounced and snatched up her chin in his hands. His kiss compressed their lips together. His tongue found away inside and she found it with hers. Their breathing strengthened as both their hands began to explore.

            John took delight in the wonderful landscape of smooth tender flesh bordered by strong sinewy muscles. Lois's body coiled and her hands slid up the back of his neck to intertwine in his hair.

            And their kiss continued.

            Lois eagerness began to manifest in a gentle tremble. She reached up with her hips and wrapped her legs tight around his back. John pushed further and further moving them both to the center of the bed. Everything began to unfold as garments and clothing fell about like autumn leaves; while their embrace seemed only to strengthen.

            “I love you.” Lois said.

            John stopped and gazed into her needful eyes. “I love you more.”

            Lois squealed in delight as she caught onto the game. “I love you more.” 

            “No… I love you … more.” John said as he placed the winning move. His hand fanned out, fingers traveling down her bare torso. His palm found it first while his index and ring finger flanked her curled tenderness. Her breath sizzled out. Her growl confirmed her eagerness for him to begin.  

            John climbed over her. Lois used her hands to guide. His descent started cautious, his eagerness intense, but not reckless. They worked together, their hands, their only means of communication.

John could sense the warmth.

            Lois shifted and then pulled him into her.

            Their union became a mind-blowing realm of sensations. Lois's body cradled his, her breasts a firm brace keeping their positions harmonic.

            John began his push, steady and deep. Lois reacted, her moan erratic.

            Their sex had no definite beginning, middle or end, just a constant state of being. The only passage of time being the gradual build up of perspiration lubricating their forms, bringing them closer and closer.

            The ending began with a slight pressure on Johns back. Lois dug her fingernails deep and took control of the rhythm.  She writhed in pleasure, her moment so intense she compelled John so completely he had no choice but to obey.

            John lay on top both their breathing out of sink. Then Lois began to giggle.

            “What?” John asked.

            “I'm sorry, but I wanted to last longer.”

            “I…”

            “Just touch me.”

            “Where?”

            “Here.”

            Lois took his hand and placed it upon her breast. Her nipple pressed back between his two fingers.

            “You're still hard.”

            “I know, play with my tits.”

            John couldn't help but smile and straddled her hips. He took both his hands and tried to handle every last part of her. The flesh seemed to seep from his fingers as he continued to gently play with new toy.

            Lois closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment. Her nipples were stark points of hardness amongst an expanse of supple pleasure. John continued to touch, to play, but soon Lois gave guidance. Her hands wrapped around both his wrists and she taught him everything that he needed to know.

            The one thing John learned was two pushes and a squeeze was all he truly needed. Lois smiled and twisted. His manipulations made her wriggle. Each moan a little stronger, each breath a little faster, until Lois muffled her scream.  

            She pulled herself up and pushed him off. Yet she noticed something.

            “Is that a boner I see?”

            “Yes.”

            “Well, I have the perfect way to handle that swelling.”

            Lois straddled him across his thighs and began to play. Her hand grasped him and began to pull and pull. John leaned back and let Lois handle him. He felt warm salvia coat his he swelling member as she twisted and pulled. Lois continued to manipulate him with gentle tugs, subtle twists and then an ever increasing motion until…

            “I think we are done now.” Lois whispered into his ear as the twitching faded from between his legs. John couldn't help but fall to sleep.

            John awoke from a nightmare. The memories of being back in an unmarked bus sent waves of panic through his entire being. He glanced around using his familiar surroundings to bring forth calm. He reached over and found Lois asleep.

            In his restless sleep he had pulled the bed sheet over to his side. Her bare bottom lay uncovered while her torso remained tightly cocooned in the spares section of blanket.

            John figured it was time to cook breakfast.

            John activated his waffle iron and began to gather the ingredients for the batter. He knew some part of him was warning him of something. So as he cracked open the eggs he began to organize the pieces to his problem.

            Lois could not get any bigger. Yet they both wanted more. John added the vanilla and clamped harder on their dilemma. If she gained any more size she couldn't hold any type of employment. Even the stay-at-home data searchers needed a drug test to gain a license. He knew there had to be away, but the answer refused to present itself. His dream meant his subconscious was hard at work. If only it would tell him the answer.

            John cooked the batter into neat little squares and arranged the breakfast on a tray.

            Then the answer hit him. It was so simple so easy the chance for success was a given.

            “Good morning.” John woke Lois with a gentle touch and the warm smell of Maple syrup and Belgian Waffles.

            “Uhh.”” Lois mumbled and then her eyes opened wide, “Breakfast for me?”

            “Yes. I'll share some with you and then if you want seconds I get some more.”

            “Okay.”

            John watched as she tore through her first waffle. Her energetic cut, cut, cut, stab made her breasts move in delightful ways, “Lois, I need to ask you something.”

            “Uh-huh.”

            “Will you marry me?” John pulled out a small felt box. Inside was a ring, nothing fancy, just a gold ring and a cheap stone. He vowed to get her something better, but the ring would serve its purpose after only arriving five minutes ago.

            Lois saw it and the fork fell from her hand. She then tore herself from what he held in his hand and looked straight at him.

            “I don't know what to say.”

            “Say yes.”

            “I want to.”

            “But you're scared. I tell you right now there's absolutely nothing to be scared of.”

            “Why?”

            “When we become husband and wife I will protect you. You will be safe and I will take care of you.”

            “Yes!”

            “You will?”

            “Yes!”

            “Then get up and get dressed. I have your outfit on the table in the other room. We can be married by the end of the day.”

            Lois let out a squeal and rushed to the shower. In less than twenty minutes- they where both clean, dressed, and out the door. John put in the required information to both their places of employment. And soon they were outbound to the city due south on a supersonic under-rail heading to Vegico.

            They reached their destination without any delays. The searing desert air reached all the way down to the sub levels. Lois fluffed her gray dress up in an attempt to stay cool. John took off his gray jacket and tucked it under his arm. They both blended in perfectly with the locals as they went about their business along the largest array of solar panels in the world.

            “Come on.” John led Lois past the station booths and recyclers. “I have us a room booked at the Neon City. A justice of the Piece is waiting and he'll help us get ready.”

            “Don’t you mean Peace?”

            “Nope.”

            Lois seemed to pull back and John worried she was having second thoughts, but her laughter banished that. She rushed forward and pulled him along.

            They met with their Justice of the Piece and John didn't know what to think. The well tanned and athletic individual before them wore the brightest makeup John had ever seen. In fact the whole city-motel complex was nothing but bright colors.

            “Soo… You two want to get married.”

            “Yes,” They both answered.”

            “Wonderful. Our package is simple. A DNA scan and then we initiate the ceremony protocol. I'll help picking out your tux and dress. And once you approve we can get ready for tonight. And I'm glad it’s been a slow week for wedding so we're all ready to party.”

            “Sounds good,” John said as he rolled up his sleeve, “let's do the scan.”

            John stood in front of a mirror checking out his iridescent tux. The tails, and pants were a vivid white, but the vest, shoes and cuffs seemed to change colors every second. When he tried it on everything was red, now it flashed back a lemon yellow.

            “Does everything fit well?” The justice asked.

            “Oh yes,” John added giving his reflection one more inspection.

            “Good, I wanted to ask if you'd like an upgrade for your wedding dress.”

            “A what?”

            “An upgrade.”

            “What kind of upgrade.”

            “A size upgrade.” The justice held up a large oval package. Its silver foil shimmered in the dressing room light.

            “Is that what I think…”

            “Yes it is. I noticed your wife is a very healthy woman. We like to encourage that here.”

            John reached for the package and held it in his hands. The internal contents shifted in his grip. “I'll take it, how much.”     

            “Since you got the deluxe package, it’s free.”

            John looked at it again. “Thank you very much.”

            “My pleasure. But let's get going I heard your lady is ready to go. Might as well start the party early.”

            John tucked the package in his vest pocket. 

            John met Lois back at the room. She stood by the bed wearing a hotel robe.

            “I don't know about this place. They spend all this time fitting me and then when I try on the dress it's too big. Then they say I have to see you right away, but I thought it was bad form for a bride to see her groom before the ceremony.”

            “Here, I heave something special.” John pulled out the package in his pocket.

            Lois stared and then her eyes grew huge.

            “Is this what I think…”

            “Yes, the Justice gave it to us.”

            Lois held the silver disk in her hand while she caressed it with the other.  John noticed a slight tremble in her shoulders.

            “Is everything alright?”

            “Yes, please put it on me.” Lois threw open her robe. The only thing she had on was an intricate pair of white bikini briefs. She handed back the disk almost thrusting it into his hands.

            John opened the corner and removed the outer seal. Inside was a flesh covered ring with a thin layer of bumps running along the inside. John had never seen one of these before, but he knew exactly what it was for.

            “Are these things on the inside for rapid growth?”

            “Yes.”

            “You want me to put it on now.”

            “Yes,” Lois pleaded.

            John allowed Lois to take a seat then he lifted up her left leg. He slid the small band past her ankle and up along her calf. The ring stretched to form a snug fit no mater how high he pushed it.

            “Put it as close top of my leg as you can.”

            “Okay.”

            John pushed and slid it to the very top, his fingers brushed her underwear and they came back moist.

            Lois closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Her fingers dug down into the plush padding. She relaxed with a loud sigh.

            “Oh, God. Lets get married now!”

            Before John could say anything, Lois rushed into the other room. The door slammed shut and John found himself all alone. He could hear talking from behind the door. It sounded like girl talk full of excitement and laughter. There was a knock at the door and John answered.

            “Mr. Hillfer.” Asked a bellboy dressed in an all silver uniform.

            “I'm he.”

            “I'm told to fetch you. You'll need to get ready for the ceremony.”

            “Sounds good. Lead the way.”

            John followed his escort to the main lobby of the hotel. Already decorations were everywhere and staff rushed about with limitless energy. White banners cascaded off the wall and balloons seemed to spontaneous inflate in the strangest of places.

            “Mr. Hillfer.” John turned and saw the Justice of Piece waving him over. “Stand right here and we can begin.”

            “Okay.”

            As soon as John took his last step the lights in the hotel dimmed and a powerful organ began to play, “Here comes the bride”.

            John spun around when he heard a door open. All kinds of people gathered at the foyer from out of nowhere. Each one dressed in spectacular colors of very shade and texture. John didn't know what to think until the spotlight activated at the top of the steps.

            Lois stepped out from the double doors radiating magnificence. Her gown was pure white. It glistened like wet vinyl with each of step. The gown clung to her every curve with only a narrow slit running up her entire leg to give the proper rage of motion. As she took to the stairs John could tell something had changed.

            Lois descended the stairs while a thin wispy trial gliding behind her. Yet as the trail floated the rest of her bounced. Lois's breast seemed to jiggle one second out of sink with each placement of her foot. And John could tell she had become even larger.  

            He hoped the audience couldn't see the erection building in his pants.

            Lois took her place by his side and the Justice of the Piece cleared his throat for silence.

            “We are gathered here to unite these two in the union of holy matrimony.”

            John turned to face the Justice, but then he heard a subtle squeak. Glancing over he noticed Lois seemed larger than ever. Her translucent veil hid most of her features but he couldn't mistake the huge grin underneath.

            “Mr. Hillfer,” stated the Justice.

            “Yes.” John answered but then he heard a squeak. Glancing over he noticed Lois again. If anything, her breasts to be getting rounder as if filling up to its proper size. Then he understood. The squeak came from her boobs stretching out the wedding gown.

            “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

            (Squeak)

            “To have and to hold, in sickness in health,”

            (Squeak)

            “Richer or poorer, good times and bad… for ever and ever as long as you two shall live?”

            (Squeak)

            John swallowed and tried to fight the uncontrollable urge to burry his face into Lois's boobs. The slippery white sheen of her enormous tits kept calling to him, over and over. “I do.”

            (Squeak)

            “Miss Volva do you plan to let this man suck on your delicious titties,”

            (Squeak)

            “Day or night,”

            (Squeak)

            “No matter how gloriously super fine you become, and do you promise to fuck him like never before after the end of this ceremony?”

            (Squeak)

            “I do.”

            (Squeak)

            “If anyone here thinks these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now…”

            (Squeak)

            “…or forever hold your peace.”

            (Squeak)

            “I now pronounce you husband and wife…”

            (Squeak)

            “You may now attempt to kiss the bride.”

            John turned and almost fell back. Lois had filled out the dress so much he could only see her stomach and shoulders, the rest was all tits. He reached over and lifted up her veil. Lois beamed back with parted lips.

            John closed his eyes and reached forward for his kiss only to be stopped. Lois’s boobs bounced into his chest. John felt his footing slipping and he fell to the floor. He opened his eyes sensing the subtle burn of the impact on his backside only to see a mass of white descending upon him.

            Lois doggie piled him with a huge kiss. The crowd exploded into cheers. The Justice of the Piece helped them both up.

            “You two ready to party?”

            “I think so…” John answered.

            But then Lois snapped her fingers “Maestro- hit IT!”

            All around music surged overflowing with base. John turned to see Lois gyrating to the beat with wild abandon. Her new breasts seemed to keep perfect tempo.

            The night’s party grew more and more intense. John kept getting free drinks from people he'd never seen before until the glass was pressed into his hand.

Lois never stopped dancing. All around women kept joining her little grove shaking. Womanly parts bounced, bobbed, and beckoned in ways he never thought possible.  He couldn't keep up. By the time the sun had set and the moon turned every single solar-panel white, John could barely stand. He danced the remaining night pressed deep into a fine pair of soft white titties.

            “Thank you,” Lois whispered into his ear. 

<> 

John awoke to the sensations of one unearthly headache. A single glass of water with a small hang-over tablet sat on top of the nightstand. He laid spread eagle and naked upon the bed. The throbbing in his temple prevented him for remembering a thing. He hoped Lois took plenty of pictures.

“Ohhhh…”

“You okay?”

“Not so loud.” 

“Hurry up, and take your medicine.”

John put the pill in the glass and couldn't believe how loud bubbles could be. He drank the lime flavor medicine with a wince, but his hangover faded away in no time.

John then heard the sounds of Lois grunting. She must be having trouble finding something that fit.

Then it hit him. The panic came without mercy. How would they go anywhere with her looking the way she did. Unless she had something that could adequately camouflage her new curves.

He jumped to his feet and headed to the bathroom. Then he stopped dead when Lois walked sideways through the door.

Lois saw his expression and then laughed.

“Did that happen last night from the bust booster?”

“No silly this is my fat suit.” Lois said as she spun around.

John could hardly believe it. It appeared as if Lois gained one hundred and fifty pounds. Her butt jutted out round and big while an equally impressive belly stretched way forward. Her, or at least he thought were her real boobs, rested upon her round stomach. A pair of wedged shaped legs supported her massive 'B' profile.

“The master of ceremony gave this to me and ways of ordering new ones as my disguise. Did you know if you join the Church of Happy Bliss it's legal to have a BMI of greater than 30 points?”

“Gah?”

“That's what I said. You got to come over here and rub my belly. This suit is amazing.”

John reached up and pressed upon her firm belly. He yanked it back and watched as it jiggled.

“Wow.”

“So what do you think?”

“I like the look. Makes you look damn hot with you giant boobs resting on that big o'l belly of yours.”

Lois glanced down embarrassment flushed upon her cheeks.            

“You really think so. I'm in a small and these suits go up to four hundred pounds.”

“Now why would you want to be that big?”

Lois smirked, “Duh.”

“Duh what?”

“My belly's not real, but my boobs are. If my belly gets bigger…”

“Then so can your boobs!”

“Exactly!”

John checked them out of the hotel. They gathered their belongings and headed to the train station. As they waited, their Justice of Piece gave them a farewell.

“Hello you two.” He said with a huge grin, “I have to say we haven't had a wedding of that…” he paused trying to suppress a smirk, “magnitude in some time.”

“I wanted to thank you for putting on such a great ceremony. What you've done for us, I can't even begin to express my thanks.” John said giving the man a hearty handshake.

“Thanks again for the disguise. I think I'll enjoy this,” Lois said with a huge smile as she gave her round belly a fond pat.

“I'm glad you will. But remember you two can come back any time. Kindred spirits are always welcome here.”

“Thanks.” John said.

“Take care,” the justice said as he gave one last wave and walked off.

The ride back home became almost entertaining as their wedding. If anyone stared too long at Lois she would wiggle up and begin to give praise about the joys of being a member of the Church of Happy Bliss. That was usually enough to get anyone to walk away.

Once home, John researched where the nearest Church of the Happy Bliss was located. He applied for his transfer and imitated the relocation forms. By Friday they would be at their new home at an isolated city in the Alaska thermal station.

John glanced over to see Lois madly scribbling out the order request form for the new fat suits. She used her belly as an impromptu table. John allowed himself a chuckle.

“You think you can stay like that for a few days as we transfer up north?”

Lois glanced down at her round belly and then sealed the envelope. “I can if you can handle this when we have sex.” Lois added with a smirk as she got up and jutted out her butt.

“Can hardly wait!”

John left his home with a sense of pride. They had managed to make it away. The relocation request went without a hitch and the movers came without any trouble. They could start their life together free from all the rules and penalties.

The next week they moved into their new house. It white and zinc construction blended with the snow capped ridge perfectly. It gave a perfect view of the near frozen oceans. They had everything. Lois worked for the church and John's new job was simple. It also provided for everything they could possible want.

John sat at his desk. He’d completed his daily tasks. His team leader gave him the option to take the rest of the day off. He was half tempted. He received a page.

“Hello, this is Mr. Hillfer.”

“Hello my love,” Lois answered.

John recognized that tone, “What are you up to?”

“I'm making dinner. I got a couple of those pies from the church you like.”

“That's enough to get me home. I'm on my way.”

John made it home in record time. He opened his front door and placed his briefcase into their coat closet. Already they predicted snow.

“I'm home.”

Lois came out of the kitchen wearing her favorite blue dress. It stopped right below her knees and fit snug around ever inch of her boobs. Lois hadn't received her new fat suits, but when she did. John could hardly wait.

“Dinner's ready, have a seat.”

John took a seat, but watched as his wife leaned way forward so she wouldn't singe her boobs in the oven. He loved her rump as much as he loved her front.

Lois set the table and turned on the radio. The happy sounds of the Chip and Cookie show filled the kitchen up with dirty jokes.

“How was work?”

“Great!” John answered. He picked his fork and took a bite of Lois's casserole. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. Since Lois attended church her cooking kept improving exponentially. He wondered how soon he would need bigger pants. He glanced at Lois as she watched expectantly.

“Is it good?”

“Delicious. You trying to get me to gain some weight?”

Lois smiled, “maybe a little.”

“Fine, I'll have seconds.” Jon took another bite when he heard the subtle rumble of a sonic boom. He subconscious screamed to him, but it was too late. Even before the fork hit the plate the front door burst open.

“FREEZE! This is a RAID!”

Six cops surged inside followed by the woman he thought he'd never see again- Detective Kasha Brown.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” She said in an even tone. The detective’s eyes narrowed right through John. “Miss Volva, or should I now all you Mrs. Hillfer. It seems you've broken your parole for the fifth time.”

John couldn't believe what was happening. He spun to face his wife. Lois seemed on the verge of breaking down.

“No…” Lois whimpered as two cops reached over and pulled her to her feet. She numbly stood there as they pealed back each of her arms and put them into cuffs.

“Yes, I'm afraid so. I find it hard to believe that you could even expect to join The Church of Happy Bliss without us checking in on you.”

Another cop came out of their bedroom, “We have a fat suit.”

“Oh…” clicked the detective, “things do not look good. This is your sixth offense.”

Lois face seemed to peel back. She slowly turned to look at him.

“Mr. Hillfer, it might be wise to come with me for a moment.”

John got to his feet. Lois began to moan.

“Don't leave me!” She pleaded trying to struggle, but the police pulled her back.

The detective took him by the arm and after taking him into the spare room she closed the door. John could still hear Lois’s sobs.

“Mr. Hillfer, I can sympathize with you somewhat. But I must make sure you understand the severity of your situation.” She waited for any questions but he had none so she continued, “Miss Volva is a professional criminal. She's broken over one thousand laws already. Her methods keep getting more and more complex. Somehow she can isolate men like you. She plays up the piety and gets guys like you to rescue her. Then she preys upon your desires and gets what she wants. Now do you understand?”

John didn't understand. She made Lois sound like some uncaring manipulator. Their love was real.

“I'll take that silence to be a sign of understanding. I have to explain this; your first offense resulted in a mild sentence.”

John tensed, that was considered a mild sentence, that humiliation!

“I must implore you to listen carefully. If you endorse this confession, stating you admit to being manipulated and that Miss Volva coerced you into this marriage, relocation, and new job I can offer you immunity.”

The detective slid forward a digital contract. All he had to do was press his thumb down on the lower right square and he'd be spared another return to the rehabilitation complex, spared from that horrible doctor that humiliated him day after day.

“Do the right thing Mr. Hillfer.” The detective slid the confession a little closer.

John stared at the unassuming gray box. The thumb print winked back at him. He took his hand and pressed his thumb down, hard.

Detective Kasha Brown walked out and into the kitchen, “We have the confession. Let's take Miss Volva back.”

John entered the kitchen to see his Lois being pulled away. Tears exploded from her eyes.

“No! No!” she screamed. As they pulled her away she turned to plead to him. “You love me! I know it! You Love me! Don't let them take me! No!”

John watched as the cops took Lois through the giant clouds of dust that came from the giant VTOL. It reminded him of a mechanical hawk.

John started to rush out but the detective stopped him.

“I understand. If you want I can let you see her one last time.”

“Okay.” John whispered.

Detective Brown escorted him to the back of the vessel. The two policemen had her secured to the back in some elaborate restraint. When she sensed movement she lifted her head up. John stared back at the blue eyes stained red and he found he couldn't speak.

“Okay Miss Volva, say goodbye to the man whose life you almost ruined.” The detective then yanked him back. “Close it up!”

John watched as the back of the craft rose up from the ground. Even in the roar of the engines John could hear Lois. She kept moaning over and over…

“Clap if you believe in fairies.”

The detective gave him a hearty slap on the shoulder, “Thanks for the help, and try to stay out of trouble.” She then climbed into the right side of the craft.

John watched as the VTOL lifted up and then vanished into the horizon.

<> 

Lois floated in her reversion tank painfully aware of every missing ounce of her thirty odd pounds. The reversion process had hurt more than ever. All the med techs had warned her that one more reversion and she could suffer from renal failure or total insulin failure.

She kept rubbing her left ring finger with her thumb. They had taken her ring the moment she'd arrived. That had hurt more than the reversion process.

The mental physicians always arrived in threes, each having theories and planed therapies. She hated them all. They'd probably take another year of her life. Not that it mattered she had no life left- not now. She'd get out and go back to gardening somewhere.

The door opened and Lois tilted her head up to see what was next. A single mental physician entered.

Lois could tell he was male just by the way he walked. The bulky observation garbs could confuse some, but not her.

The physician checked charts, examined readings, and then stood next to her tank. Lois wanted to ask him what he was looking at, but the breathing tube down her throat wouldn't let her.

He reached in and took her hand. Lois knew what would happen next. The final reversion injection would be administered and her shrunken figure would be metabolically locked down. 

He slid something on her finger. Lois touched it. It was her ring.

The reversion tank began to drain leaving Lois chilled. She tried to pull herself up, but was too weak. The physician helped her.

“You're too weak to walk, let me help you.” He said as he removed her breathing tube.

Lois gagged and spit up. Her teeth itched and her throat seemed swollen.

“Wh…” She tried again, “wh…” but the words wouldn't work.

The physician pulled off his cowl. Lois saw her John staring back.

“I've got you. I'm going to give you something to help you move, but it might be too much too fast. If you feel faint, I will catch you.”

Lois nodded trying to think if this was a dream. The burn of the hypo confirmed no.

Lois felt the sensation return to her limbs along with all the pain. But she could walk.

“I thou…”

“I almost did. I got scared, but then I got some help.”

“Hel…”

“Yeah, from those people that married us.”

“Bu wh w g?”

“Where we go? We're going home.”

Lois took a seat in a wheel chair as John pushed her out into the hallway. He put back on his cowl but kept on talking.

“It's simple. We head back to the Neon Desert. I have a job repairing the solar panels. And once there we can belong to a special branch of the Church of Happy Bliss.”

“Whi Church…” Lois could finally form words now. “What church, I know of no special branch.”

“Of course not, its brand spanking new- I'm the one who made it.”

“What?”

John spun her down a hall and into the main depot garage. A small four wheeled buggy waited outside. “Its simple, out in the Solar desert VTOLs are outlawed. Their sonic booms crack the panels. So if anyone wants to find us they have to take a bus. In order to access the bus network, the SOLAR UNION has to be notified and the destination must be approved within triplicate.”

“But how does that help us?”

“Simple, the church I created is on wheels. I joined eight busses into one massive land train. When we get wind of an inquiry, we just move. By the time they get to our spot we're twenty miles away and can keep going.”

Lois couldn't believe what she was hearing. John’s plan was brilliant.

“What will I do in your church?” Lois asked as John helped her in the buggy.

He closed her door and hopped inside. He gunned the engine and they were speeding away from the complex. Lois couldn't believe he could drive so fast and so well. Once they were in the under-pass network he pulled over and ditched his physician's uniform.

Lois couldn't believe what she saw. John actually wore a priest garb. He came back in and gave her a large bundle of rubbery cloth. Lois unfolded it. It was all black with a white veil.

Lois couldn't believe it! She would become a nun.

“We should be at the desert in two days. If we play it safe, travel only during the rush hours, we should do just fine.”

“So…” Lois asked as she fingered a material that was just like her wedding dress, “what does a nun do in your church?”

“Have some great big o' titties.” John said with a gigantic grin. He pulled the gear shift to max and the buggy lurched into full speed. They continued through the long unmarked tunnel to a place where only emergency lights shined.