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[Prologue]

Wendell was bored. There wasn't anything on the tri-dee worth watching. The radio stations were broadcasting the State of the Commonwealth speech, and the theaters had nothing that grabbed his interest. Then Wendell remembered his cube collection. After a minute, he selected an early episode of Boobs in Blue. The episode, aired originally in 2410, 7 years ago, was considered one of the better ones by fans. After checking his cube playback system, Wendell inserted the cube and selected the episode

[Intro begins: a montage of clips from previous episodes, the theme music plays, including the time-honored 'wakacha-wakacha-wakacha' rhythm. Series' title morphs onto the screen. Then the opening scene starts, incidental music rolls, and title of the episode are shown. The MA rating is displayed in the lower right corner. (MA - this show contains adult situations, nudity, and language. It can only be seen by mature people above the age of 21. Definitely not for children.)]
 

1

�Oh, Rufus, you don't mean that!�
    Nineteen seventy-three. The place was a farmhouse, 5 miles outside the small Oklahoma town of Bumfold. The muggy night air was oppressive. Rufus, a solider recently released from a VA hospital, was sitting in a swing chair on his porch. His legs below the knees were gone, and he had a shotgun across his lap. Sitting next to him was his wife, Jezebelle. Rufus looked deeply into his wife's eyes. �Yes, Jezebelle. I'm a freak, just like grandpa. I won't go through life without my legs!� Rufus clumsily tried to point the shotgun to his head. Jezebelle knocked the gun out of his hands.
    �Rufus, it's a miracle that you came back from Nam alive. Did you know I lost five years of life when I first heard the news? I thought you were dead!�
    �I lived, but my buddies died!� Rufus was on the verge of tears. �That land mine blew my friggin' legs off! My buddies tried to save me, but Charlie mowed them down! I should've died with them!�
    Jezebelle slapped Rufus hard across the face. �How would your buddies take it if they saw you feeling sorry for yourself? You're alive, Dammit! You've survived and returned home to your woman! Hell, your buddies would've given you a beer! Looks like I'll have to revive the man in you!� At that Jezebelle removed her shirt, exposing her C-cup top.
    �Jezzy, don't! People will see.�
    �Ruf, there's no one around for miles. They're all watching the games or drinking beer.� Jezebelle pulled her love to her chest. �You know, a woman can only wait for so long. Now I'm finally able to express my joy.�
    Rufus would've replied, but, to his amazement, Jezebelle's breasts began to expand! Her Mounds of Womanhood rose like loaves of bread. They surpassed the size of cantaloupes in no-time, expanding all the more.
    �Rufus, what you're seeing is the physical embodiment of my love. I forgive you for those times you've satisfied your base desires in Nam. That was lust,� Jezzy said as her breasts now reached the size of basketballs, �you're getting the whole package from me!�
    The battle-scarred man gawked as Jezzy's quivering Mounds of Joy stopped their growth at watermelon size. Rufus leaned forward, his head now between those ample, soft Mountains of Pleasure. �Honey, how are we gonna explain this to momma and Aunt Kaylynn?�
    �Leave that to me, sugar.� With expert care, Jezzy rapped her arms around Rufus and picked him up. With the same expert maneuvering, she opened the screen door. Just like a mother would carry her child, Jezzy took Rufus upstairs to the awaiting bedroom. �Ruf, tonight I'm gonna make you live again. I need you. I want a child around us by this time next year.� She kicked the door open, and gently placed Rufus on the bed. While Jezzy got her jeans off, Rufus was also working to get his shorts undone, his manhood all-too evident and proud underneath the denim. He could hardly wait to massage those massive mountains of mammaries. Then... SCREEEEEEEEEECH!

Lynnae yelped in pain as her VR goggles were ripped off her face. June, Lynnae's patrol partner, looked disdainfully at her formally-occupied friend. �Lyn, you know it's against the rules to use VR goggles for private use while on-duty. If Laramie saw you with this, then you would've been busted back down to Patrolman and spend the next year directing children across intersections!�
    �I know, June. But I'm soooo bored! There's nothing happening here.� Lyn pointed to the peaceful scene in front of the police cruiser. It was a typical New Darwin park. The footpaths and bike trails were in use, and a few couples were having impromptu picnics on the well- maintained lawns. �Besides, I'm almost finished with Sacrifice of the Sooner.�
    �Sacrifice of the Sooner? Another torrid romance VR novel? Lyn, those stories are so saccharine that they'll rot your teeth! I can fix up a date with a real man for you.�
    �Excuse me, June, but seeing the kind of men you date, I'd rather become a sister of the cloth and forsworn base desires!�
    �Ha, Miss Prim and Proper. I'll have you know that... wait, looks like we have a customer.� June pointed to the main screen in the cruiser's dashboard.
    Lyn looked for herself. �Yep. That guy definitely is 20 kph over the limit. Let's get to work.�
June pulled the cruiser out of its parking spot, heading for the road. Lyn called the station, informing them about the speeder. When the cruiser was 20 meters behind the speeder, Lyn started the lights. Somehow, she wasn't disappointed when the speeder hit the accelerator. Finally - some action! Lynnae thought as she doubled-checked her safety belts.

�Jake, you jackass! You just had to break the speed limit. And panic at the sight of a cop!�
    �I know that! But Mr Cazzoi isn't known for his patience! Tim, you would've done the same thing if you were driving!�
    �Bullshit! It's always the small things that screw up! Okay, Mr Race Car Driver, get us outta here!� Tim rechecked his belts. Jake was known as a self-proclaimed expert driver. Well, Tim thought, let's see if we can salvage something out of this situation!
    The car wove back and forth across the road, making the pedestrians on the sidewalks jump away in fear. In response, June pressed down on the accelerator, making the police cruiser close rapidly on the speeding car.
    Jake panicked again. He swerved off the road, and right into the park that Lynnae and June were watching recently. The repulsar-lift drive on the car was a civilian mode, not made to deal with the uneven terrain of the park. The police cruiser had the same drive, but June was an expert driver. Jake wasn't. After several near-misses with picnicking people and bicyclists, Jake managed to find the only earthen bank in the park and flew right over it. The car landed, nose- first, in a duck pond. The safety belts and the crash foam worked, saving the two men. Lucky us that we lived, Tim mused, looking intently at Jake. Now Mr Cazzoi will have the pleasure to kill us personally.
    June halted the cruiser, requesting Dispatch to send a tow truck and backup. Lynnae got out and headed for the immobilized car, her hand on her pistol butt just in case. �Well, these guys are right at home at the shallow end of the gene pool,� Lyn said to herself.
 

2

Lt. Shadler, a member of the mob task force, identified the two men as Jake and Tim Haskle; thugs employed by the Cazzoi family, one of the mob gangs in New Darwin. This was Jake and Tim's first offense, but their employers posted bail and were out on the streets. They'll still have their day in court, and the police will now keep tabs on them.
    Two hours later it was the end of first shift. After dressing in their street clothes Lynnae and June left the station. Lynnae headed for a friend's house, explaining to June the story about that friend.
    �Penelope has been my friend since the ninth grade. In many ways she a lot like you, June: headstrong and stubborn.�
    �I like her already,� June proudly replied.
    Lynnae smiled. �I knew you were going to say that. Penny so much wanted her own way that, upon graduation from high school, she didn't go to college. That made her parents upset and sad. Penny saved her money from her after-school job, and went out on her own. She got a job as a waitress at a high-price mens restaurant. It was the Cotton Tail, and she was one of those Bunny Girls. Of course, she had to enlarge her breasts to the size of watermelons, and wear a tiny bunny suit.�
    �Tell me about tiny! I still feel that suit on my body, even though it's been a year since that undercover stint at the club. Then what happened?�
    Lynnae briefly tighten her grip on the steering wheel. �What happened, indeed. After scarcely six months work, Penny meet and fell in love with one of the customers. His name was Kenneth. After a five-month courtship Kenneth proposed to Penny, and she accepted. The wedding was simple and quick. I and a friend of Kenneth were the only witnesses. Penny's parents didn't find out until much later.�
    After exiting the expressway, Lynnae enabled the autopilot and continued her story. �Kenny was a speculator and stock manager here in town. He made plenty of money, so Penny became a housewife. Just ten months later she gave birth to fraternal twins, Sam and Carla. It's the twin's 18th birthday today. That's the reason we're going to Penny's house tonight.� Lynnae took a short break, looking like she was regaining her composure.
    �Lyn, you looked like you bit into something rotten. You okay?�
    �Fine, June. I had to tell you sooner or later. For Kenny and Penny, it was all peaches and cream for the first six years. Then the sky fell. Black Wednesday wasn't that bad, but for the stock firm that Kenny worked at, it was bad enough. He lost 85% of his holdings and was unemployed. He did get another job, but he also began to drink heavily and... and started to hit Penny. She took it, tried to deal with him, but it just got worst. One day I saw some bruises on Sam and Carla that couldn't have been caused by any kind of fall. I would've called CPS but Penny did it herself. Then there was the court-order separation.�
    Lyn stopped for a moment. �For a time, Penny and the kids had peace. Kenny had other ideas. While I was at Police Academy, Kenny began to stalk Penny, making her life a living Hell. That bastard knew when to strike, and the police were unable to pin down anything to him. The court could put out as many restraining orders it wanted, but Kenny kept up his campaign. When I graduated and became a pavement-pounder I had the time to visit Penny and the kids on a regular basis. That really deterred Kenny, but it didn't stop him.�
    Lyn then looked at June's expectant face. �Then came that night. There I was, a tenderfoot with barely one year under my belt. I was off-shift and heading home when that panicked call came on my minicomp. It was Penny. Kenny was outside, forcing his way in. I placed a call to Despatch and headed for her house. I got there first. Kenny had already broken in, and was threatening Penny with a big knife. The divorce papers had been cleared a week earlier, and Penny was set to receive the lion share, 75%, of Kenny's money. He was insane with hate. He yelled at me, saying that he was �taking his due'. Kenny told me that he was going to cut off Penny's breasts and use them as pillows since his own would've been taken away.�
    Lyn's lips were quivering now. �You can image the scene. Penny was terrified, the kids crying, and Kenny hateful. I had my gun, and it took all my resolve to hold it steady. I kept yelling at him to drop the knife. He lunged at Penny instead. I fired, not making sure that I set the gun properly. Instead of the attached stunner, Kenny was hit by a 10mm round - in the neck. He was practically decapitated!�
    Lyn stopped, regaining her composure. June placed a supportive hand on her friends' tear-drenched one. �June, that's the source of the rumor about me being a �mankiller'. The minicomp recorded everything, and the inquiry that followed determine that I accidently fired a bullet instead of a stun shot. �The life of Penelope Buchen was at stake. Use of deadly force was deemed necessary to prevent Kenneth Buchen from attempting mortal harm on Penelope Buchen' was what the court said. I felt sick for a whole week, but my first partner, Randy, placed my self-loathing in perspective and made me stop feeling sorry for myself.�
    �I heard about the reputation you had, Lyn. Honestly, I saw you as a woman with a chip on her shoulder. This is the first time I've heard your side of the story.� June offered, seeing that her friend had finally worked out the remembered pain and agony from all those years ago. �The previous times we had to use our guns I imaged that you were one of those ancient gunslingers.�
    Lynnae patted June's hand. �Ever since then, every time I had to fire my gun, I made damn sure the correct selection is made. That's why the 10mm switch on my gun give out a tiny shock when I select it. A little reminder of the choice I've made.� Lyn's words were only stilled when the car pulled up into Penny's driveway. Getting a hand mirror from her purse, Lyn worked on her face. �Well, it just won't do going in with a wet face. Got any Kleenex?�
 

3

Mr Cazzoi looked disapprovingly at Jake and Tim. The two men were quite uncomfortable, expecting only one punishment for failing Mr Cazzoi: wearing a spanking-new set of plasticrete underpants - in Alberry Harbor. While the men concentrated on their end, Cazzoi made four complete trips around his office. He smoked his cigar and looked at his wall paintings and book cases. He then sat, looking less than pleased at Jake and Tim.
    �Boys, boys, what will I do with you two? Your dear papa, Michael, may God preserve him, went to his eternal rest with one desire left unfulfilled. He wanted you two to carry on his legacy of faithful service to my family. Obligingly, I helped you two, guided you, nurtured your inherent talents. Then, at the first opportunity to advance, you acted like a pair of street hoodlums. If only your papa could see you now...�
    �Mr Cazzoi, I and my brother can offer no excuse. We're at your mercy.� Tim said with perfect clarity, even though his guts were baking away from expectation and fear.
    Cazzoi smiled slightly. �Boys, boys. If I killed every associate of mine that has failed me then I'll have no one left. I have learned that the merchandise was placed in the trunk of your car, and after the crash it was gone. My sources in the police have told me that the merchandise remains missing. I would've known if you two have hidden it from me, and if you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.�
    Jake wetted his lips before speaking. �Mr Cazzoi, do you want us to find the merchandise?�
    �No, Jake. That'll just confirm the police's suspicions that there were was something in the car. No. Them's the odds. For punishment, you two will work the schools, picking up our share from the dealers, or break their legs - whichever comes first.�
    Both men got up, bending over Cazzoi's desk so they could kiss his extended ring finger. �Thank you, thank you. Mr Cazzoi, we're forever in your debt.� Tim and Jake said in unison.
    �Best you remember that always. It'll take a long time for me to forget what had happen. And Jake, you'll never drive a car again while on my business. When I call you two for a job, Tim will do all the driving. Comprende?�
    �Perfectly understood, Mr Cazzoi.� Jake said, giving a final kiss to Cazzoi's ring. The brothers made their way out of the office, leaving Cazzoi savor the last few puffs of his cigar.

The dinner was over, and the cake was half-gone. Penny and her children, Sam and Carla, were in the living room, entertaining Lynnae and June. While Lynnae talked to her friend, June was able to take in Penny's appearance. The woman was 1.73 meters tall, and weighed 53 kilos. Her hair was dark, with premature streaks of grey. Her eyes were light blue, and her face, like the hair, had some signs of age. Then there were the breasts. She could've had reduction and face work done, but Penny decided to keep her inflated bustline and face wrinkles, permanent reminders of her sins of pride and arrogance.
    Then there were Sam and Carla. Both twins stood at 1.8 meters. Like their mother, they had dark hair, but whereas Sam had brown eyes, Carla had hazel. Sam had a well-developed, muscular body, while Carla had the form of a lithe gymnast. Both children were bright as buttons, and were assured their share of collage scholarships.
    �I'm glad you came, Lyn,� Penny said. �My babies were climbing up the walls, hardly waiting for you to arrive. I hope you got some nice gifts for them.�
    �Mother! You're embarrassing us.� Sam said, his face and that of his sister was blushing. To add to the twin's discomfort Lyn pinched their cheeks.
    �Ouch! Auntie Lyn, we're not little kids anymore. Just for that I'm not going to hug you when you leave!� Sam massaged his pinched cheek.
    �Liar,� Lyn shot back. �I bet you really like to hug the chest of an overdeveloped woman, now that you're at the age when you can appreciate it.�
    Penny playfully slapped Lyn's hand. �Lyn, you're naughty! Besides, I'm the one who has warped their brains with my bazooms.� Penny jiggled her watermelons, popping off a button in the process. A light round of laughter followed.
    �So, Aunt Lynnae, how's it like on the streets? I've heard the mob has become much more active,� Carla said after sipping some coffee.
    �Aunt Lynnae?� June questioned, looking at Lyn expectantly.
    Lyn smiled in embarrassment. �Well, since I've been a friend of Penny's for so long I've become an unofficial member of the family. At least they didn't say Godmother.�
    June pinched Lyn. �You're a Godmother too? So while I've been seducing all the men in town, you've been the naughty aunt, spoiling Penny's kids to no end.�
    That little exchanged sparked a friendly, and lively, debate of �who's spoiling who'. Then the hour turned late, and the two cops said their good-byes. Penny policed the living room and kitchen while Sam and Carla went to bed.
    In his room, after making sure the door was secure, Sam retrieved a dull-gray, oversized briefcase from his closet. The word �Bionats', in red, was printed on one side. Sam, ever curious, opened that briefcase. It only took him a few moments to smile when he saw the contents of that briefcase.
 

4

6:51 - roll call. Captain Laramie looked at her people in the briefing room. It was a motley assortment of cops, from the tall and lean to the short and rotund - but they were the best blue heels in the force, a fact that made Laramie proud.
    �Okay everyone, this is the first of September. That means all the kiddies are coming back from Labor Week break. Be sure to carry extra Breathalyzer kits and plenty of puke bags.� That made the assembled cops laugh. Laramie consulted her file pad for one more item. �Oh, our favorite daredevil drivers, Jake and Tim Haskle, are back on the streets, and in a brand-new car. Give them friendly reminders that we're watching them, since they now have a record. Comprende?�
    The cops replied in the affirmative in their own way. �All right, public servants, go out and work. Remember, if you screw up, make it look like you meant to do it in the first place.�
    The cops got up and headed for the motor pool. June and Lynnae were among them. As they signed out their car and prepped it, June spoke. �Lyn, I guess we don't have to worry about Sam and Carla ever having to take a breath test. They seem quite above all that.�
    �They'd better. Alcohol does have its uses, but Penny and I have taught those two that drinking is no substitute for real fun.�
    �Amen. But what would do if you caught them at a wild kegger party?�
    Lyn got into the driver's seat and performed one final check on her controls. �Why, I would've laid them across my knees and paddled their butts! Penny would do it but her lap is all filled with boobs.�
    �And they still call you Aunt Lynnae? You're probably called Paddlemaster behind your back.�
    �June, as usual, you should've been a psychic instead of a cop.�

Carla and Sam were outside in the backyard of their home, getting a last few rays before going back inside. They've just returned from a week-long vacation at Barcaldine, a water recreation resort on the Sea of Derby. Penny, their mother, was with them, though she stayed in the hotel complex most of the time. Watermelon-sized breasts were not that uncommon, but Penny didn't want to draw undue attention to herself. The last thing she needed was to ward off a crowd of drooling off-planet jerks.
    Carla got up and redid the tie on the back of her swimsuit. Unlike her mother, Carla utterly lacked a chest. Though she made it up with her athletic body and cute face, Carla nevertheless wished she had breasts worthy of the name. Sam sensed her discomfort, and rolled over to face his sister. �What's eating your pudding, Sis?�
    �It's the homecoming dance. Five weeks from now I'll be in a dress that'll die of starvation.� Carla patted her front. �Leroy is a good-enough lad, but he'll be sourly tempted by girls with healthy chests.�
    Sam frowned. Any boy who turned down his sister for a date really didn't know what he's missing. He knew part of it had to do with Penny. Rumors being rumors, the parents of the other kids were told that the �Buchen woman' was dirty and loose. That really hurt Sam and Carla when they were taunted by the other schoolkids. Often they settled such name calling with fights, which just added to their reputations as nasty people. That item Sam and Carla couldn't control.
    However, in the chest department, Sam knew he can help his sister, and any other girl for that matter. �Hey, Sis, I got something that can fix your front problem.�
    �What'ca got? Plastiskin boobs that fill with laughing gas?�
    �You won't laugh when I show you what I got. C'mon, it's up in my room.�
    Just to humor her brother, Carla followed him inside and upstairs to his room. In forced melodrama, Sam locked the door and removed a big briefcase from his closet. He laid it down on his bed like it was made of crystal.
    �Plastiskin boobs. Right?�
    �Wrong! Just take a gander at this.� Sam opened the suitcase, letting Carla see the contents. To her it looked like a mobile office.
    �It's a junior executive kit. Preparing for college already?�
    Sam landed a solid slap on Carla's rump. �No! What you are seeing can pay for 20 years of college! This, my unimaginative sibling, is a portable nanite module. Just like the ones they use on naval ships or by uber-rich individuals for private use.�
    Carla's eyes widen in avarice for a moment, then harden. �Sam, I hope you didn't steal this.�
    �Cross my heart and hope to die! Two weeks ago I was at Dowd Park, minding my own business, when I literally stumbled across this gem in the grass. Being a believer in finders- keepers, I brought it home and studied it.�
    �Sam, there's bound to be a reward for this item. Why didn't you call this in?�
    Sam rolled his eyes. �Carla, I will, just after I make use of it. Why, even you can use it! Here's the chance to get that chest you wanted. This module can make sixth-generation nanites.� Sam saw Carla's avarice grow. �That's right, Sis. You can have basketball-sized bazooms in four weeks - just in time for the homecoming dance! Your boyfriend for sure will keep his eye on you... well, on your chest at least.�
    It was Carla's turn to slap Sam's butt. �Oh, boys are all the same! Sam, I still say we should turn this thing in, but I'm willing to take up your offer. Provided that you use some nanites too!�
    Sam rubbed his chest. �Even though I'm well developed, a bit more pectoral muscles can't hurt. So it looks like both of us will be �bigger in the chest'. Yours will be the more obvious, of course.� Sam and Carla giggled. Then the brother started the module. He typed in the commands, and waited the mere minutes for the module to make the hypos for him and his sister.
 

5

Jake and Tim finished the latest round of �convincing' Jimmy Weasel that he should pay back the money he skimmed from his sales of mountain white - with interest. Jimmy wiped his mouth, a loose tooth falling out in the process. Jake grabbed Jimmy by his shirt and jerked him up. �Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Mr Cazzoi is not known for his patience where his money is concerned. That new jag you bought is yelling to me. Hey, Tim, what's that car telling you?�
    Tim finished a drag on his cigarette. Exhaling, Tim looked at Jimmy with the attention one would give to a road-killed jackalope. �That car hadda come from a hot lot, Jimmy. Hot cars take lots of mulla, mulla belonging to Mr Cazzoi.�
    Jimmy was living up to his name, trying to weasel his way out of Jake's grasp. �P... Please let me go. I'll pay your money back... even give you da jag!�
    Jake shook his head. �Jimmy, we'll take the car. It won't completely make up for the money you skimmed, but it's a start. But there is one thing you can do for us, and get back in our good graces.�
    �Yes. Yes! What will that be?�
    Tim walked over, mashing his left fist into his open palm. �Last year, I lost a watch. A damn fine watch. Your job is to find it. But in order to do so, you have to wear plasticrete shoes.�
    Jimmy squirmed again, but Tim landed a solid punch against the drug dealer's chin, making him unconscious. �After all, Jake, how's Jimmy able to search the bottom of Alberry Harbor if he keeps floating to the surface?�
    �So true, my elder sibling.� The brothers-in-crime placed the body of Jimmy Weasel in the trunk of their car. They'll be back to pick up Jimmy's car later... after he's been sent to the bottom of the Bass Sea.

Lynnae stopped by Penny's house. It was a normal courtesy visit, checking to see how Penny and the kids were doing. Carla answered the door. Lynnae was greeted by the sight of two mounds underneath Carla's blouse.
    �Well, little lady, I'd say your ship has arrived.� Lynnae said, giving Carla a hug.
    �Thanks, Aunt Lynnae. Drinking all that milk has really paid off.� Carla escorted Lyn into the family room. Sam was there, doing some impromptu exercises. He got up and gave Lyn a hug also. Since he was bare-chested, Lyn got a good look of his front. Sam was already developed, but his pecs and abdominals were more noticeable and defined.
    �Sam, it seems you've developed too. Don't tell me. Milk?�
    Grinning like he was guilty, Sam did all he could from laughing. �Actually, its vitamins. I'm glad you stopped by. I and Carla have a question.�
    Lyn settled down in an easy chair, glad to treat her feet to some rest. �I'm all ears, kid.�
    Sam donned a tank top. Now more than ever he looked like a hunk that stepped off a fashion calendar. �Well, Auntie, seeing that homecoming is in three weeks, and that a chaperon is required, we were thinking...�
    �Oh. You want little old me to guard you two. Especially now that your bodies have decided to develop at this particular moment.� Lyn giggled. �Of course, I'll be happy to do it. Captain Laramie is a bit of a softy, despite her professional exterior. I'll convince her that it'll be good policing to have some plainclothes at the dance. There's always the chance that an unruly date will make a scene.�
    �Thank you, Aunt Lyn. For that we're going to make you dinner. Hope you like potato chips and burritos.� Carla said as she made her way to the kitchen.
    �That's another area that both of you need some learning. My stomach so far has taken everything you've dished out. I'll see the day when both of you make a proper dinner!�
 

6

It was after cheerleader practice, and Carla stopped by the field, waiting for her friend Hazel. By no slight feat, Hazel was also Sam's girlfriend. If Sam only knew that it was Carla that directed Hazel to his direction, he'd probably scold Carla publicly and then thank her privately. Hazel was a good looker herself, and was a head shorter than Sam. Watching the field, Carla saw Hazel advancing toward the gate. At first, Carla couldn't put a finger on it - there was something just off about Hazel's appearance. The curly brown hair was the same, and the eyes were still blue. Then it came to Carla - there were definite bulges underneath Hazel's sweater where there were none before two weeks ago.
    The two friends hugged. �Boy, these things will take some getting use to,� Hazel said, patting her new chest. �I see that you're have some serious expansion yourself.� She pointed to Carla's breasts, now the size of large cantaloupes. �Been making your own nanites?�
    �I wish. I suppose my fairy godmother granted my desire. I'm gonna have a chest in time for the homecoming dance. Now,� Carla said accusingly, �have you blackmailed one of the science geeks to whip up some nanites for yourself?�
    �No!� Hazel giggled. �My fairy godmother blessed me too. Now that you mention it, Sam is really pumped up, and some of the other girls on Alpha Squad are growing too. I'd say everyone is getting chests now.�
    Carla nodded, but inside she thought. I really wonder if it's just a coincidence that Hazel and the girls are now blowing up. Sam had better be on the level on returning that module. �Hazel, have you happened to see Sam anywhere?�

Jake and Tim were at Emery Park, having just made a pick-up from another dealer. Tim was lounging on a park bench, with Jake taking in the view with his powered binoculars. Ever in the hope of seeing a bevy of sunbathing beauties, Jake's eye instead fixated on a distant table. There was a kid surrounded by at least five girls, all tall and good-looking. As exciting as that may have been, it was the briefcase-sized object that got his attention. He roused Tim from his rest, making him take a look as well. That briefcase was none other than the compact nanite production module that Jake and Tim lost over five weeks ago.

Sam waved the girls goodbye, and patted the module. Boy, I should've done this earlier, he thought. At least those girls will have breasts worthy of the name in time for the dance. Sam would've thought longer about the dance, but Carla had other ideas. She walked up behind him, and startled her brother when she spoke.
    �Sam, please say that isn't the nanite module.�
    Hurriedly, Sam closed the lid. �What if I say it is?�
    Carla turned Sam around and slapped him. �God help you if you injected those girls! I meet Hazel and guess what? Your girlfriend is definitely bigger upstairs. Having known her since grade school, I can say with certainty that she's no late bloomer. She had to been injected with nanites. The two of you were together two weeks ago - in your room.�
    Sam levelly eyed his sister. �Okay, I admit it, but Hazel and the other girls needed it.�
    �Hell, Sam. They needed boobs like they need holes in their heads. Are all of them gonna keep mum about how they blew up overnight? No one is going to buy the line that they're late bloomers. Any blood test will prove that they have nanites. Have you considered what that will do to their parents?�
    �Carla, those girls wanted breasts. Okay, it's a possibility that they'll be found out, but to them its worth it. Anyway, you and I are partners in crime.� Sam patted his pecs and poked one of Carla's boobs. �You're the one who wanted large lungs, so you better be quiet.�
    Carla fumed. She knew that Sam got her, but there was one more barb she can throw. �Sam, I'm more than willing to spill my guts out to mom about this, and we can kiss our scholarships good-bye. The illegal use of a nanite module ranks up there with grand theft - at the federal level. It'll be the big barn for you.�
    �Okay, you got me.� Sam despondently looked at the module. �I've allowed this gadget to go to my head. After the homecoming dance, I'll turn it over to the police. Agreed?�
    �Agreed. Let's go home. Mom's making spaghetti for dinner tonight.� The twins went home, failing to notice the two men following them in an expensive sports car.
 

7

�C'mon, Sis. How much longer are you gonna stare at your boobs in the mirror? Aunt Lyn and her friend will be here any time now.� Sam said through the closed bathroom door.
    �In a minute, Sam.� Carla replied. She was looking at her image in the mirror, naked from the waist up. The prom dress was undone at the top, falling to the sides. Her massive new bra was on the counter. The basketball-sized lungs on her chest were round, shapely, and proud. Carla like the way her new flesh felt as she moved her hands over her bust. Last night she spent a good part of an hour feeling herself up, enjoying each sensation of touch. What could Mom have against large boobs? Carla wondered. These puppies are great, and I'm more than able to take care of myself. Caught up in her touching, Carla was on the verge of spending another hour of just that when she reminded herself about tonight. In a snap, the bra was on, and the dress was drawn back up. Carla wondered what Aunt Lyn would make of the radical change in her bustline.

�June, I must say you look quite the man tonight. Make that not-so-quite. There'll be no mistaking your gender.�
    June tried to stare down Lynnae for that remark, but utterly failed against her impish smile. As predicted, Captain Laramie decided it was a good idea to have some plainclothes cops watch the dance. In fact, it was such a good idea that Laramie had June go along as well. Quartermaster Wooster, thankfully, had a suitable �disguise' for June to wear. It was a pair of black slacks and a custom sleeveless vest. A long-sleeve shirt and a bow tie completed the suit. The combination made June appear as a casino blackjack dealer. A blackjack dealer with basketball-sized breasts. Well, at least I'm not going as a bunny girl waitress, she told herself.
    Lynnae, to be fair, dressed in the same way. Besides their obvious femininity, the duo could pass for casino employees. They borrowed an unmarked van from the motor pool and made for Penny's house. On time, the van pulled into the driveway. Lyn had told June about Sam and Carla's �developments'. Sam got out first. No obvious changes there. But Carla...
    Lynnae was prepared to take Carla's word earlier about �nature finally catching up'. But not now. Breasts the size of basketballs were now on Carla's chest, though only a modest amount of that flesh was exposed. To top off her enhanced looks, the newly-endowed girl had a rose inserted between her breasts, the flower placed at the base of her cleavage.
    After mutual greetings, the kids got in the van, and Lynnae drove off to pick up the kid's dates. She didn't say anything yet, but Lynnae was going to get an answer out of Carla by the end of the night.

Penny settled down into her chair. Her watermelon bust occupied her lap, and she placed both hands on the top of her mass. Ever since that horrible night, Penny derived no pleasure when she massaged her breasts. Indeed, such feelings inevitably awoke memories best left alone. Instead, she thought about Sam and Carla. Like Lynnae, Penny thought that Sam's development was just the result of his frequent workouts. After all, he exercised two hours a day, every day. Carla was altogether different. The body by itself can't grow that fast! Nanites had to be involved. Thinking harder, Penny knew that there was no way that Carla could legally get nanites. That left the stereotypical high school science geek, or the black market.
    A noise interrupted Penny's rumination. Getting up slowly and deliberately, as she always had to do for the last 18 years, Penny made for the source of that noise. She entered the kitchen, seeing the door to the driveway was open. That door didn't have the chance to close, as an assailant appeared behind Penny, and placed a cloth over her mouth. Penny couldn't help but to inhale some of the fumes coming from the cloth. She fell unconscious, and her body was dragged away.

The homecoming dance was going well. Under Lynnae's watchful, and concerned gaze, Carla did a slow-step with her boyfriend Leroy. Carla's outsized breasts were pressing firmly and warmly into Leroy's chest. It wasn't hard to imagine what was going through that boy's head!
    June stood near the snack tables, especially the punch bowl. A few people mistook her for a caterer, only to be politely told that she was a chaperone. There was only one abortive attempt to spike the punch. June caught the sneaky junior just before she could pour her hootch into the bowl. For punishment, June had the girl watch while her hootch was flushed down a toilet.
    Sam was having a good time too. His date, Hazel, enjoyed his muscular, hard chest. Sam really liked it when Hazel rested her head on his pecs. At least she didn't strain her neck to look up into his eyes. There was a break in the music, and the couples sat. Lynnae went over to June to see how she was doing.
    �Kind of reminds me of my senior homecoming dance,� June said in a reminiscing voice. �Patrick was a dreamboat, but I had to sink him when he felt me up. Too bad. Had he the tiniest bit of patience he could've had me in my bedroom. My parents were out of town that night.�
    �Oh, then you do have some standards. Who would've known?�
    �Lyn, despite what you think, the men I date can control their hands. Compared to me, you're a celibate monk. I bet over half the males in your graduation class are pining away for you. I saw your yearbook, and there was only a handful of girls that were built-up like you.� June nodded her head sadly. �Those poor boys. If I was there, I would've gladly relieved their pressure.�
    Ever wanting to have the last word, Lyn was interrupted by Carla. She had walked over to the punch bowl to get a drink. Her basketball lungs dominated her chest, and not a few times her arms bumped up against the sides of her new charges. Just then there was a beeping sound. And it was coming from Carla. Bashfully, she reached down the front of her dress, between her breasts, and retrieved her minicomp. She had a message, though she muted it so no one can hear. In a moment her face went white and frozen.
    Lynnae walked over, placing a comforting hand on Carla's shoulder. �Honey, what is it?�
    Carla face was twitching, which only happened when she was very upset or scared. She handed her minicomp to Lyn, almost dropping the device. Now concerned, Lyn hit the replay button and turned up the volume ever so low. The video was of Penny, tied up and stripped to the waist. She was gagged, and it looked that she had been hit repeatedly.
    June couldn't make out the words, but saw Lynnae's reaction. It was nasty and mean. Lynnae looked up, not needing to tell June that something terrible had happened. Minutes later the group left, saying that Carla had turned ill. After dropping off their dates at home, the twins and their chaperons went home also. Sam looked like he was going to be sick.
 

8

Sam, Carla, June, and Lynnae were in the kitchen. The house was turned inside-out. The intruders had been looking for something. Apparently they didn't find it, having taken Penny instead and leaving a message on Carla's minicomp. Lyn was viewing that message again.
    �Kid, we know that you have the module. I bet you used it on your momma. What a pity if we have to blow them off.� The masked man said, his pistol barrel poking into Penny's left tit. �She claims that she knows nothing about it. After a few punches I finally believed her. Here's the deal. No cops, come alone. The Ogrady construction project at 145th and Nails. Be there at one a.m. or you'll never see your momma again.�
    Lynnae turned off the minicomp. It was the third time she played the message, and now she looked at Sam. �Well, kid, care to explain this?�
    Sam looked at his feet. Lynnae walked around him. �Well, perhaps I can find an explanation. It seems some seven weeks ago you found that nice and shiny nanite module. You planned to turn it in, but only after using some of the nanites on yourself, and your sister. But, if Carla told me right, in-between her tears, you've inflated the chests of at least six other girls, including your girlfriend.�
    �Ten, actually.� Sam sheepishly admitted. �That's the entire First Squad of the school's cheerleaders. And Carla.�
    �Beautiful, Sam. You're just as bad as the sellers of mountain white. You better hope the court shows some leniency when they sentence you. Rest assured, I won't be there.�
    �Aunt Lyn...�
    �Don't Aunt Lyn me! You're in enough trouble as it is. We're going to save your mother. If you've learned anything from this then it's to turn in lost items to the police. None of this would've happened if you turned in that module.�
    Carla, sitting in a kitchen chair, cried. Sam soon followed with his own tears. June got next to Carla and placed a supportive arm on her shoulder. Lynnae bit her lips, gaging the effect of her words. She then hugged Sam, holding his face to her chest, stroking his hair. �Sam, don't you cry. I and June will get Penny back in one piece. I just wanted to put the scare into you. We're going into a hairy situation, and I can make no promises. Comprende?�
    �Sure... Aunt Lyn.�
    Lynnae allowed Sam to get up. �As it happens, the van has some police gear stowed inside. And I have a friend that can help us out. I and June will handle the rest. Just listen carefully, Sam...�

Tim consulted his minicomp. So far, no one has broken the security perimeter that he and Jake had set up. There wasn't much in the way of traffic this late at night. Jake, in his vantage point, was keeping watch for anyone trying to enter the construction site on foot. It was just two minutes shy of one a.m. when Jake saw a person approach the gate, a large briefcase in one hand.
    The man opened the gate, then walked down the main path, staying in the light. Tim stepped out from behind a stack of plasticrete slabs. �Halt!� Tim yelled. The man stopped. �Kid, put the goods on the ground and open it up, then step back.�
    �I want to see my mother, or no deal!� It was indeed the kid. His voice was far from commanding.
    �You'll see her, kid, after making sure I'm getting the genuine stuff. Now, do what you were told.�
    The kid placed the briefcase on the ground, opening it. Tim walked over slowly, kneeling down to take a good look at the nanite module. After running some checks to be certain it was genuine, Tim closed the briefcase. �Bad news, kid. You've used a few of the nanite spools in this thing. That means there's gonna be that much fewer for my associates to use. In compensation, I'll take your momma with me. After her face is fixed-up, she'll be a great bed partner for my friends.�
    �Bastard! I'll see that you're hunted down and hanged!�
    Out of spite, Tim shot the kid in the chest with a stun round. The now unconscious lad fell to the ground. �Sorry, kid, but no one messes with family property and gets away with it.� Tim then used his mask-mounted communicator. �Okay, Jake, get back to the car.� Tim turned and walked to the hiding place for the car. Inside that car was the kid's overdeveloped mother, bound and gagged. Indeed, after those beauty-detracting lines are removed, she'll be quite the dish for Cazzoi's private clubs. Turning a corner, Tim saw that his brother was outside the car, his back turned, smoking a cig.
    �Jake, what the hell are you doing? You should be watching the dame!�
    �Like she's going anywhere! C'mon, Tim!� Jake dropped the cig and stamped it out. He got in the car, followed by his brother. Just as the repulsar-lift drive came on-line, a strange white mist came out of the briefcase.
    �Shit! That kid must've screwed with this thing!� Tim got out of the car and threw the briefcase as hard as he could. Still smoking, the nanite module landed against a wall, shattering like it was made of crystal. �Damnation! That thing was fake after all!�
    �That's right, Mensa Boy! Now, lose your guns or I'll give you a double-shot of stun!�
    Tim looked around hastily, trying to find the source of that command. Jake pulled out his gun, a slug-thrower instead of a stunner. A moment later he was felled by stun round. Tim erred on the side of caution and threw his guns away. Two black-clad figures came out of the night. Tim would've wolf-whistled at the shapes and bulges those suits were making, but the large handguns the figures had froze him solid.
    �Well, it's Tim and Jake Haskle. Instead of reckless driving, you can now add the charges of kidnaping, accepting stolen goods, and shooting a police officer. You see, that wasn't a kid you stunned, it was a fellow officer. Zachary is a kind soul, and I'm sure he'll forgive you if you ask him.�
    Tim was fit to eat nails. One figure came closer, unmistakably a woman. She placed the cuffs on him while reading his rights. The other figure got to the car and opened the rear passenger door. Penelope Buchen got out, her rescuer removing the bounds. The figure took off her mask, revealing the face of a woman. She, too, was crying. The women hugged until two police cruisers came rolling in.
 

9

There were six people sitting in the living room of the Buchen house. Penny was back in her favorite chair, her beaten face healed. The twins, Sam and Carla, had done a lot of growing up in the last few days, and it showed on their faces. Youthful innocence was replaced by hard life, the twin's eyes didn't shine as brightly now. Lynnae sat between the twins and Penny, holding their hands. June and Sgt Zachary Vandecreek sat in chairs brought in from the kitchen.
    �Got some good news, folks.� June said. �Bionats decided not to press charges. If they did, they had to explain how and why one of their modules was sold to a mob contact. The DA is going to launch an investigation anyway. Can't have nanite modules floating around where anyone can pick one up.� Sam and Carla smiled wryly at the reference.
    �Well, Carla, have you made your decision?� Lyn said, softly squeezing Carla's hand.
    �Yes, Aunt Lyn. I've decided to keep my new bust. Like mom, it's going to remind me of the trouble it caused. I hope that, years from now, my own daughter will only have breasts the size of cantaloupes. Or else express her desire for independence in another way!�
    �Amen to that, Carla.� Penny said. �You'll have the ability to lay your kids across your knees to paddle them. I suspect Lyn will be too busy with her own kids to handle yours.�
    Lynnae squeezed Penny's hand extra hard. �When I get married - in a million years! Mr Right will just have to wait until I make Lieutenant-Inspector.�
    Zachary couldn't let that pass. �You'll make Inspector all right, provided that you don't turn into a living target like me. I'm getting fatalistic in my old age, and I'm beginning to dislike wearing a bulletproof vest 12 hours a day, five days a week.�
    �Then you should quit while you're ahead, Zachary. Your wife and kids would like to see more of you.�
    �You could be right, Lyn. I've stepped on a lot of toes and made the top brass look bad when the Uskal fiasco went public. That's why I've been a Sargent for the last 12 years. Perhaps I should retire and become a bartender. I'll see more action that way!�
    Lynnae laughed. �If that's what you feel, Zach. But I'm glad you were here for us when we needed you. That fake module you got from Storage was perfect, and the voice synthesizer was a nice touch. Tim and Jake were really out of their league. The only place where they're safe from Mr Cazzoi is prison now. I bet they'll make more crimes so they'll stay there!�
    �God willing,� June said, �God willing. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starving. Any suggestions?�
    Sam stood up. �Well, if you're up to it, I'll whip up some chow mein and rice. Nothing can go wrong with that mix.�
    Carla got up too. �I'll help you, Sam. That way I'll share the blame with you!� The twins playfully punched each other on the way to the kitchen. The adults had to laugh. Things were finally getting back to normal, where they should belong.

[End Credits. Still shots from the episode are shown. Wakacha-wakacha-wakacha plays. Credits end with the duo in an action pose. Fade to black...]
 

[Epilogue]

Wendell removed the cube and placed it back in storage. Next, he flipped through the tri-dee channels. He settled on watching a movie preview program. A teaser for the Police Blue movie was shown at the end of the program.

Movie Rating: M18. The following preview is suitable for all audiences.
�On Friday, June 2, 25th Century Vole is proud to announce the event of the summer.� Mr Big pops up, smiling grandly. �I'm Baaaack! Large as life and twice as ugly!� �Mr Big returns with his most fiendish plot. It'll be up to the men and women of the New Darwin Police to stop his perverted plan.� Action scenes are shown in quick sequence. The narration continues. �With music composed and conducted by Samantha Grandgenett, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra, and special animated 3D effects provided by Commercial Darkness and Sorcery, Police Blue, The Movie will provide you all the excitement you need this Summer.�

Police Blue: The Movie. June 2, 2417
 
 

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