How Billy Tooley Saved the Planet

Billy Tooley was racing home after finishing up his paper route. The early morning sun was shining, and he had big plans for today. He was going to go sit by his phone and agonize while he built up the nerve to call Julia Parker and ask her to the school dance next Saturday. It was the third weekend he'd spent doing this, but today was the day. He was sure he could find the confidence today.

He stood up on the pedals of his bike to squeeze the last ounce of speed from it.

Suddenly there was a shrieking whistle from the sky, followed by a tremendous explosion from the other side of Horner's Hill. He spun his bike to a screeching halt and looked up to see a smoky trail reaching into the sky.

It could only be one of two things: a meteor, or a UFO. Either were too good for a curious 15-year-old to pass up, so Billy hiked his bike over the curb and started cutting through the grass of Horner's hill.

The other side of the hill was a mess. The trees of the light forest that covered the hill where shorn off, and lay sprawled over the hillside. Right in the middle of the hill's face, away from the road, was a gaping crater. White wisps of smoke drifted from the huge hole, making it impossible to see what was within.

Billy dismounted, and entered the mist cautiously.

There was a soft white light pulsing in the center of the crater. Billy thought that was good; red pulsing light usually meant hostile aliens, or meteors with horrible biological agents in them. He edged closer and saw that outlines of a smooth metallic ship. It's top was thrown free, and lay on the ground near where Billy stood. He crept up and crouched behind the smoking piece of metal, gazing at the ship beyond.

A strange, croaking voice came from the mist. "Billy Tooley... approach. You must save your planet." The speaker was clearly in pain, and coughed a couple of wheezing coughs. "Quickly. There is not much time."

Billy stepped forward bravely now. It was probably a dying alien who was going to give him some device of power so that he could save the earth. He could see a wrinkled gray alien in strange iridescent purple robes lying in the open breach of the ship. It lay in some sort of form-fitting couch, and was surrounded by complex controls.

"Billy Tooley.... I am dying," said the alien. It coughed painfully.

"Do you have a device of power to give me so that I can save the earth?"

The alien looked at Billy sharply for a moment. "Er... um... yes. A great menace is coming to your planet. An advanced attack ship of the Maroon empire will be arriving soon. I raced through space to beat them here. They will establish a beach-head on your planet. Um... aren't you going to ask how I knew your name?"

Billy beamed. "Well, I just assumed you used your amazing mental powers to read my mind."

The alien stopped in the middle of a cough to glare at Billy. "Yes. Well that's right. <cough cough> But that is only a small part of the amazing cosmic powers that I wield. I am a Galactic Protector, sworn to protect the galaxy from aggressors such as the Maroon. Sadly, this will be my last mission."

"Why don't you just use your amazing cosmic powers to heal yourself?"

Now the alien glared openly at Billy. "Why don't I just use my amazing cosmic powers to summon a little boy who doesn't ask so many questions?" Then, catching himself, he regained his composure. "No," he said. "It is too late for that. EVEN WITH my amazing powers, this is it for me. Here. This is the Staff of Cosmic Power."

The alien reached beside him and brought forth a glowing staff. It's luminescence lit up the crater around them. He turned painfully, clutching his other arm tightly around his shattered ribs, and held the staff toward Billy.

Billy stepped forward to take it.

"BUT!" cried the alien suddenly, bringing Billy to a halt, "the powers of the staff are great. I can only give it to someone who will swear to protect the Earth and its people, and someday repay the galaxy by saving it, too. I can't give the staff to someone who's going to waste it's power on frivolous stuff like going around inflating women's breasts."

Billy's eyes went wide for a moment. Then he said, "OK. I swear."

The alien nodded, and handed Billy the staff. The air crackled, and his skin tingled as he reached to take it. Little bolts of lightning shot through the mist. Billy grabbed the staff and stepped back.

Amazing cosmic power surged through him, and he threw his arms up as he felt himself growing, becoming taller. His arms thickened with muscles; his legs became as tree trunks. His eyes glowed with mysterious mystic power. He threw his head back and shouted at the sky, "I AM THE GALACTIC PROTECTOR!"

When that was all over, he walked back to the alien, who was fading fast. "Hurry," said the alien. "You must find the Maroon. They may have landed even as we speak. Hurry, Billy Tooley. Hurry."

As Billy ran through the mist, he could hear the alien's dying coughs behind him.

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First Billy shed his clothes, and used his amazing powers to materialize a new set of clothes. Unfortunately, the staff didn't seem to be powerful enough to make something ordinary looking. Finally, with a sigh, he settled on a skin-tight white body suit with a big sun on the chest.

Next, he decided that carrying a staff around was dorkey. So he turned it into a sword. That was cool.

His tiny bike was sized for a skinny fifteen year old, and he found he couldn't even squeeze himself onto it now. So with a sigh, he lay it down. Then he leapt into the air, and began to soar toward town.

As he flew over the suburbs, he suddenly realized he'd forgotten to ask the alien where the Maroon would be landing. The Earth was a pretty big place, and even though he was flying pretty fast, it could take a long time if he had to hunt them down. But his question was answered when a streak of light flashed before him, and disappeared into downtown Cumberville.

Aha, he thought. Maroon, you are mine.

He landed on main street and began walking toward where the flash of light had headed. Suddenly it occurred to him that if he was going to do battle with Interstellar Invaders, he should get a little practice with his cosmic powers first. He began looking for an opportunity to test his power.

He looked around, and noticed that the First Bank branch on 1st and main was in the middle of a hostage situation. Unfortunately, the police had already surrounded it and seemed to have the situation well under control. He sighed and walked on.

In the next block, the Jensen building was roaring with flames. People were leaning out of the top story, screaming for help. He grinned broadly, and took a deep breath. Then his smile faded as the air was cut with sirens, and the streets started to fill with fire trucks. Oh, well, he thought, and walked on.

When he got to the public mooring on Cumberville lake, he saw a sudden churning in the water. Then an enormous reptile stuck its head from the waters and shattered the peaceful day with a blood-curdling scream. Billy almost jumped up and down with joy. But then a man running past him shouted, "We've got to get out of here! The National Guard is already on it's way!"

Dejected, Billy went to Johsnson's Ice Cream and Pie and ordered a chocolate milkshake.

He was pondering how a 7-foot tall 15-year old was *ever* going to get a chance to test his new powers when all these adults kept getting in the way. His thoughts were interrupted when Kimberly Syles and her friends walked into the shop.

Kimberly had broken the hearts of every freshman at Cumberville Central High last year when she graduated and started going to Central U. Now she was here, with her perky cheerleader friends, ordering their no-fat frozen yogurt treats.

A thought started to form in Billy's mind: what was that thing the dying alien had said about making women's breasts inflate?

His eyes glowed with cosmic power as Kimberly and her three friends scooted into their booth. They shrieked with pleasure and waved at someone outside, who responded by shrieking with pleasure and waving back. Kimberly absently adjusted her top.

The young women fell to eating their yogurt and talking excitedly about the boys on the football team. One of the women started rubbing her breasts, but when she noticed she was doing it, she stopped.

"Boy, this yogurt is extra rich today, or something!" one of the women said.

"You said it! I feel so full already!" said Kimberly.

"Funny though," said another. "My tummy doesn't feel so full... more like my...."

Just then Kimberly's chest heaved forward. Her cheerleader's sweater filled out and swelled. She gasped with astonishment. The woman across from her reached out and put a hand on her huge bosom. "Kimberly! What are you doing?"

Kimberly just blinked. Then the woman across from her took three deep breaths and her chest surged out. The stitching of the letter on her chest began to strain as the sweater filled.

The forth girl clutched her breasts tightly, but it did not good. The building pressure forced her hands apart.

Now Kimberly's chest was lying comfortably on the tabletop; but she was still growing. The globes of flesh before her started to rise. In desperation, she yanked her sweater over them, and over her head before it burst. Her bra was gathered up around her neck like a frilly necklace.

The other women pulled off their sweaters as they filled, too. Soon the entire tabletop was covered with eight massive, slowly expanding breasts.

Suddenly, Billy realized what he was doing. "Oops!" he said. "Um... well, I guess I've figured out my powers now." He issued the mental command, "shrink!" then hurried out of the ice cream shop. As he passed the window, the women had just discovered that their nipples were now super-sensitive, and they were caressing and licking each other to multiple titty orgasms.

Billy passed Mr. Davis from down the street. He was staring, transfixed, at the four women. "'Morning, Mr. Davis!" Billy said quickly as he hurried past.

"Uh... 'morning Billy." Mr. Davis muttered, not shifting his gaze.

Billy adjusted the glowing white bodysuit, which kept getting stuck up his butt, and headed toward where the Maroon had landed: the lingerie factory on Pike street.

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One whole side of Svenson's Lingerie was completely gone, and the building was smoking slightly. Billy's sharp sight picked out a pulsing red light within the building. That could mean only one thing: the Maroon.

He crept up and peeked inside the ragged edge of the fissure. Inside there was a glittering black spaceship. Around it stood a group of bulky greenish-black aliens wearing metallic black bodysuits, laughing cruelly. Billy counted about twenty of them.

Then he saw what they were looking at. Although the factory was empty on the weekend, Shala Svenson, the ravishing blonde beauty and daughter of the factory's owner, and several of her model friends were tied to columns in the broad warehouse floor. They had apparently been doing a weekend photo shoot; camera equipment and pieces of women's apparel were scattered everywhere. The female photographer, an attractive woman in her early forties with nice light streaks in her hair, was tied up with them.

Billy thought it was time to get a closer look. He crept through the ragged hole and hid behind a crate.

One Maroon, who wore a bright red sash across his chest, stepped forward. "Well, we really are lucky! To land and have breakfast served! What a pleasant planet! I think I'm going to enjoy owning it!" Billy decided he was the leader. He stepped forward and appraised the women. "They're all a bit bony, though. We may need to get out the plumper ray." The Maroon troops behind him nodded thoughtfully.

Billy furiously tried to think of a plan. He wasn't sure if his new cosmic powers were enough to take on twenty of them at once. What to do... what to do... he did notice that Shala had a wonderful, compact bust. Too bad it wasn't bigger.

Suddenly it lurched forward, straining at the blue nightie she was wearing. One of the Maroon looked up sharply. "Uhhhh...chief?"

The head Maroon turned. "What is it?"

The trooper pointed at the bewildered woman. Billy was thinking, damn damn damn damn damn damn... I have to learn to get control of these powers. I hope they don't figure it out.

The trooper said, "Her breasts grew."

The leader stepped forward. "Is this true? Do the women of your race have the power to make their breasts grow?"

Shala shook her head, biting her gag. But then she stared uncomprehendingly at her suddenly larger bust.

Billy had an idea. He thought again, and her breasts surged forward.

"Aha!" cried the leader. "I knew there was something this race was hiding from us!" He turned to the next model, a strawberry blonde in a white corset.

With a burst of mental energy, Billy made her bosom swell out of the corset. The woman stretched her shoulders with surprise, and her nipples popped out into the open air. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Now the rest of the troopers were setting aside their weapons and wandering vaguely to stand in a big group behind the leader.

Billy stared at a petite blond in a frilly teddy; it surged forward, then her huge bosom pushed it open. She gasped beneath her gag. While they were looking, he sent a mental bolt of energy to release Shala's hands. The Maroon were staring at the blonde, and didn't notice.

One of the troopers spoke up, "Can you do... you know... like..." Everyone stared at him. "Like.... multiple... you know...."

Billy focused on a redhead in a mesh bodysuit. She had large nipples, but little else behind them. Suddenly she squirmed against her bonds, and if she had an itch. Then four bumps appeared on her lower chest. They darkened, and grew into aeorelea. The group of Maroon gasped loudly. Suddenly all six of the redhead's breasts swelled and pushed forward.

"Wow!" cried one of the Maroon. "Can you swell your tummies?"

All the Maroon started jeering and slapping him. "What are you? Some kind of pervert? Sheesh!" The leader turned back to Shala. "Do the six-breast thing." Billy focused, and beneath her already prodigious breasts, four more appeared, and swelled forward. The nightie that had been inching up her chest now gave up and burst, falling to the floor.

"That's a nice effect," said one of the troopers. "Hey! This one is more dressed than the others!" He turned to the photographer. Billy concentrated, and her thin green t-shirt started to fill. The fabric started to strain as her breasts got larger, and rounder, and larger. All the aliens said, "Ooooooooh." Soon the t-shirt tore into shreds, and all the aliens said, "Aaaaahhhhh!" Billy cut her bonds, too, and even though the Maroon where staring right at her, none seemed to notice she was free.

Soon all the models were loose, albeit greatly enlarged. Billy gave a model with short black hair ten boobs. That stopped the aliens cold.

He decided it was time to make his move. He was going to dramatically slap aside the crate he was behind, then step forward and confront the aliens. Then we would... do something... maybe shoot energy beams at them or something.

He rose, but when he slapped the crate to move it aside, it just burst into a cloud of splinters. A flock of colored pantyhose filled the sky, and began to rain down on them. The aliens quickly scooped up the panties and started sniffing them. "Bah -- clean", said one.

Billy jumped forward. "OK, this is it, evil aliens! I am here to foil your plans to conquer my planet! Quickly, lingeree models, escape while I engage these evil aliens in combat!"

The leader noted all their weapons were on the other side of the warehouse, but smirked anyway. "Ha! What are you going to do? Shoot us with energy beams? We each carry personal shields that make us impervious to energy beams." He pointed to a packet on his belt.

Billy cried, "Then face the wrath of the MIGHTY SWORD OF COSMIC JUSTICE!" He leapt forward and swung at the leader. The leader exploded like a water balloon filled with purple blood. Billy stopped and blinked a few times, then went after the other aliens, who were scrambling back to their ship. In a few seconds it was all over.

"Wow," Billy muttered. "I guess that worked." Fortunately, the alien blood that coated everything and everyone quickly evaporated into smoke, and the chunks of alien body parts spontaneously burned into ashes and vanished.

Billy turned, and with a start, realized the models hadn't run (not that they had time), but were, in fact, gathered in a group caressing each other's massive bosoms. "Um... OK... let me put you back to normal, and we can clean this place up. O...o...ok?" he stammered.

"Not so fast," cooed the multi-breasted brunette. "This feels too good. Ohhhh.... say, you're not from around here, are you?" She batted dark eyelashes at him. "Do you come here often?"

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A little while later (deftly avoiding the issue of depicting scenes of under-age sex, or even saying whether or not it actually happened), a figure strode into the warehouse. The figure was clad in iridescent purple robes, and blinked with eyes as old as the galaxy.

Billy jumped up, "The Galactic Protector! You're alive!"

The alien muttered, "Yeah, well, I used my amazing powers to heal myself, yadda, yadda, thank you very much for giving away the surprise..... How did it go here? Did you vanquish the Maroon?"

Billy nodded. "Yep! They all vanished into smoke, though."

The alien nodded. "Yes. That happens. Well, before I take back the Staff..." he paused and looked sharply, "er... Sword or Cosmic Power, and return to my never-ending vigil of defending the Galaxy, tell me how you vanquished them. There must have been nearly twenty of them, and the Maroon carry personal shields that make them impervious to energy beams (which I probably should have mentioned before... sorry)."

Billy beamed. "Well, I saw their ship, and snuck in through that blasted-out wall...."

The Galactic Protector held up a hand. "No! Tell me through telepathic images. That way I will see and know every detail. Then I must take my Staff... er... Sword and leave."

Billy nodded, and beamed a pure stream of thought at the Galactic Protector. The GP closed his eyes, then a moment later, took a deep breath. "I see." He glanced at the models, still bunched up on the floor. "So they're not always... like this."

They all shook their heads.

"Yes. Well. Good job! Very enterprising. Here...." He waved a hand, and all the models reverted to normal. They all moaned loudly with disappointment. "Well, OK. Thanks Billy! Congratulations on saving the planet, etcetera etcetera." He pursed his grey lips. "Um... I gotta go."

"But..."

"No, no, no. That was really clever. Really was, but now I gotta scoot." He turned, and hurried toward the Maroon ship. "I'll just use this ship since mine's totaled."

"But...."

"Well, thanks Billy. And, again, good job. Call me if you're ever in town." He was trying to remember if one could pilot a Maroon ship with one hand.

"But...."

The GP scurried into the ship, and the entry cycled shut. With a whoosh the ship shot into the sky.

"But don't you want to take the sword back?" Billy muttered.

He turned and saw the models gazing at him expectantly. The photographer held up her camera and began toying with its shoulder strap.

Billy sighed. OK, just a little while longer. Then he really *had* to get back and start working up the nerve to call Julia Parker.

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